The dust flew as he slid into home plate. The crowd roared, as the game came to an end. Steel stood up, and dusted off his dirty white baseball pants as he looked at the score board. The home team changed from 4 to 5, securing the win over their rival in the championship game. His last play of his high school baseball career, winning it for his team. He took a look into the crowd, searching to find his best friend, Josh. He panned the crowd, with a rush of anxiety as he didn’t see that familiar face. His team rushed the plate, scooping him up onto their shoulders in a fit of celebration. He continued to search, almost in a panic as the only thing that seem to matter in that moment with finding Josh. As he glanced back one last time, his deep blue eyes locked in on Josh, standing near the dug out. He stood, leaning on the fence. Wearing Steels practice jersey, and a pair of dark washed jeans – he smirked as their eyes met. In that moment, everything seemed to disappear for Steel. A rush of warmth ran over his body, and he felt secure. It was an odd feeling, something he had not experienced before.
I stood behind the dugout, watching with full intent. The heat of the summer upon us, I felt Steels jersey stick to my back from sweat. I grabbed the bottom of the jersey and pulled it up wiping the sweat from my forehead, revealing my slightly defined abs. I don’t know if it was the heat or the feeling of anxiety for my best friend going up to bat. We were tied, and he was starting the bottom of the 9th. He stepped up to the plate, bat in hand. The sun reflected off his dark blue helmet, and he took his stance, tapped the plate with his bat, and got ready to swing. He looked perfect, his once crisp white baseball pants dusty and brown from the game to this point. His back to the dugout, I could see his round ass nearly bursting out. He had grown his senior year, and his uniform was on the brink of being too small. His dark blue and white jersey tucked in, sporting #9 and tight across his newly broad shoulders.
The pitcher winds up, throws his first pitch. Hard, fast – “Stike one” the umpire called. I took a breath, and closed my eyes trying to calm myself. I couldn’t imagine the stress Steel was feeling right now. Another wind up, and the ball released. Steel swings, and misses. “Strike two”. I could hardly take the feeling. I wanted to run over, and tell him how great he is. I bite my lip, and wait. The pitcher winds up and releases the ball. It seemed to happen in slow motion, the ball striking Steel in his leg. He immediately falls, and the world stops. As the coach rushes, he stands up brushes off his pants and starts towards 1st base. I can see the pain in his eyes, he rubs his thigh and plays it off as nothing.
The next batter up. He steps up to the plate and hits a line drive, straight towards the short stop. Steel begins to run to 2nd, as the short stop makes an error and the ball continues to the outfield. Reading the play, Steel continues to 3rd and rounds towards home. The outfielder fields the ball, and makes a play to 3rd base and then to the catcher at home. In a fit of dust, Steel slides to home and we all watch in anticipation. “Safe” from the umpire and Steel has won the state championship. My emotions are overwhelming. I feel tears coming to my eye, and I take a deep breath, quickly wipe them away and focus back on the field. I see Steel searching, not really knowing for what. Just as he is lifted off the ground in celebration from his teammates, our eyes connect. I uncontrollably smirk and the rush of emotion comes over me again. It was an intense moment, like something we had never experienced.
I have been in love with Steel for as long as I can remember. But no one knew my secret. Steel was always popular, and had his pick of girls. He was always with a cheerleader or other blonde, perfect body, etc. I had several girlfriends myself, but knew I was gay and in love with Steel. The girls were just a cover.
I waited at the car for Steel after the game. As the sun was setting, I could see him walking. The sun kissed his back and he looked like an angel as he got closer. I could see he was limping slightly, holding his right leg.
“Are you ok? Holy shit was that a play! I can’t believe you won the championship game!”
“Honestly, I am tired. My leg is killing me, I just want to go home”.
“Isnt the team going out to celebrate and having a bon fire? “
“Yeah, but I’m not up for it. I just want to go home”
With that, we both got into my mustang and headed towards his house. “I think you need to ice your leg, that was hard pitch that hit you!”. “Ok – grab an ice pack, Im going to lay down.”
I went to the freezer, and grabbed an ice pack. I start down the long hallway to his room. As I approached, I could see him laying on the bed still in his full uniform, including his cleats. He was on his back, with his eyes closed. I walked into his bedroom, “heres the ice pack”. I opened his eyes, “can you just put it on my leg”, and closed his eyes again. I walked over, taking it all in. Steel was athletic, and had grown in the last year. He was lean, but was starting to put on some muscle. He had strong legs, large thighs and the best bubble butt I had ever seen. I glanced at his groin, hoping to sneak a peak at his mushroom head through his white baseball pants, and was a little disappointed to notice he was still wearing his cup.
I placed the ice on his leg, and he winced in pain. “is it that bad?” I said. “Yeah, take a look and see if it is bruised” Steel responded. The only way I could think to do this was to pull his baseball pants down. I slid my hand in his waistband. A sudden heat ran over my body, and I felt my dick swell. I did a quick adjustment to put it in the waistband of my white American Eagle boxer briefs, hoping he didn’t notice. I slid his pants down, him lifting his ass off the bed and letting me pull them to his knees. He laid there, with his dirty baseball pants at his knees in his white Nike compression sliding shorts. I pulled the leg up on his compression shorts, revealing a large bruise.
“Wow – that is pretty bad. You really need to rest and ice it” I exclaimed.
“Yeah, Im probably going to just stay in bed the rest of the night. Can you make it more comfortable and take off my shoes and pants.” Steel asked.
I took a breath. He was acting odd. Why did he want me to do everything? He could easily sit up and take his own shoes and pants off. But honestly, I wanted to do it more than anything, so I told myself to just stop thinking and go with the flow.
“Of course” I quietly responded as I grabbed his first shoe pulling it off. He had been sweating and I could smell some of the musk of his body. As I removed his second shoe, his aroma filled the air a bit more and I could not get enough of it. I reached up, grabbed the waist of his pants and slid them off. He now laid in his bed, in high white socks, his white Nike compression shorts with a black waist band, his dirty jersey and a flat brimmed white hat.
“Can you get me something to drink?” Steel requested. “Yeah – Ill be right back”. I walked down the hallway to the kitchen, grabbing a soda and heading back. On one hand, I couldn’t wait to get back. But the other, I was so nervous. I had dreamed of being with him, but he had never expressed the same interest back. But he was acting odd, and I didn’t know how to handle it. I tucked my boner back into my waistband, hoping he wouldn’t notice. I took a deep breath and walked back in.
I tossed him the soda as he was now sitting up in his bed. He had moved the ice pack to this bruise and put the compression shorts back over to hold it in place.
“You are doing such a good job taking care of me. You want to really help? Steel inquired.
“Anything – whats up?” I responded.
“Will you rub my leg, I feel like it would feel so much better with a massage”.
With out a word, I walked over and removed the ice pack. I began rubbing his leg, really trying to be careful and delicate..
“Can you be more aggressive?” Steel demanded
I continue to rub, going deeper and further.
“Damn Josh – you keep hitting my cup! That’s ruining the whole massage, just take it out”
I couldn’t breath. Why would he ask me to take his cup out? Why wouldn’t he do it himself? I took a deep breath, and reach over to the waist band of his compression shorts. I lifted them, reaching in to find the pouch that housed the cup. As I did, I could a glimpse of the head of his dick – which to my surprise was hard. I tried my best, but accidently brushed the tip as I removed the cup.
“Is that better?” I asked.
“Its getting better” Steel responded.
I continued rubbing his leg, and he moaned in what I couldn’t tell was pain or pleasure.
“Josh?” Steel said almost sheepishly. “Yes” I responded.
“I think I I would be even more comfortable I didn’t have these tight compression shorts on. Would you take them off as well?”
It was pretty clear something was happening. I had waited my entire life for this moment, and I didn’t even know what to do. With out even replying, I got on my knees straddling his legs. I slowly slid my index fingers into his waistband on his hips. I began to slide them down, as I seen Steels chest raise and lower with a deep breath. As I exposed his hard cock, he opened his eyes and our eyes met. I glanced down to see his package. He was slightly smaller in size that myself, around 5 inches hard. His balls tucked tightly at the base of his shaft. His slight dark bush, not matching his blond hair.
As I got his underwear pulled off his last leg, he reach down and pulled me up bringing our chests together. Our eyes met one last time, as they went closed and our lips met in embrace. I had never felt anything like it. As we explored each others mouths with our tongues, I reached down and pulled his Jersey and hat off.
Steel in one quick movement, pulled my shirt off and flipped me, placing me on my back on the bed. He was taking control, and I loved it. He kissed down my chest and torso, coming to my jeans which I was damn near bursting out of. He unbutton my pants and slid them off, pulling my tight boxer briefs with them. He looked at my cock like he needed it to survive. He placed his hands around my 6” shaft, starting to stroke it. I moaned in pleasure as he continued. He smirked as he looked up at me. He opened his mouth and began to lick my tip. He continued on, taking the head into his mouth and trying to get as much of my shaft down his throat as he could before he gagged. He came up for air, kissing my lips and whispering in my ear “I want you to suck my dick”.
That was all I needed to hear. I pushed him pack on the bed and took his dick in my mouth. He had a salty, musky taste – from the game he just played. As I took his whole dick into my mouth, his head rolled back. I continued sucking, feeling him deep in my throat. I played with his tight ball sack, as I began to tickle his taint with my index finger.
“Oh my god- fuck Josh, Fuck FUCK FUCK! I am going to CUM!” I doubled down and pushed his dick deeper into my throat. I rubbed his taint and balls. His body began to shake, and he arched his back. I felt the base of his dick start to pulse and like a fire hose I could feel his salty cum hitting the back of my throat. He finished, and I pulled my mouth off his dick. He laid back in the bed and took a big sigh before opening his eye with a look of pure lust.
He sat up, grabbed my waist and threw me on the bed. He grabbed my wrists and pushed my arms down onto the bed. He kissed my lips in the most passionate way. He grabbed my shaft and took my cock into his mouth. The warm and tightness of his throat were like nothing I could image. He took the entire shaft into his mouth, fighting his desire to gag. As he massaged the tip of my dick with the back of his throat, I felt a whirlwind. From my toes I felt a burning of desire, that spread through out my entire body. I felt a hurricane of please coming and all I could udder was “Steel”.
He knew what it meant and dove deeper on my cock, running his hands up my torso finding my nipple. I blew the largest load of my life into the throat of my best friend. Once my dick finished pulsating, he collapsed on my chest. We didn’t move and the next thing I knew I woke up with him still in my arms.
