Inspiration struck randomly and I gelt pulls to revisit my guys from my very first story you all loved. Hopefully you like it and let’s see what these boys are up to now…
“Strike 3!” John heard. Fuck he thought to himself as he walked back into the dugout. And the game was over. They lost.
Drafted as one of the youngest players at 19 in his first semester in college in the MLB and hiding the fact that he was indeed gay the pressure was, to say the least massive on him to excel.
Now 5 years later he was an established player, had massive amounts of fans, and was playing the game and had his dream job. That pressure was even bigger.
One thing though… he lost the love of his life, no Jason did not die and is very much alive and well. Just not anywhere near John for the last 2 years.
After years of friendship and a few years of being a couple under their belts life seemed good for the guys. John was a professional baseball player and Jason was progressing very well with his studies in college and everything seemed great. Until it wasn’t.
It had slowly progressed over time. At first their sex life was always on, as much at 19 year old guys could fuck, they fucked. They were on fire and snuck around and loved one another. But once John’s baseball career took off well that’s when thing started to change. John said it wouldn’t but Jason has his doubts but he thought his love for John could withstand their past and they’d be together.
(For reference read my first story with these guys if you haven’t already: Best Friends Push The Limits)
But he was wrong.
For starters. John and Jason were out in college and that was fine. Until it wasn’t. Being scouted and drafted his new agent all of a sudden saw their relationship as a liability.
They tried to make it work and for a few years they did, but back into the closet our guys had to go. If they were spotted together… “best buds” “former high school teammates” and so on and so forth. Some people knew but kept their mouths shut because they were forced into NDA’s. Because who knew what being gay this early in his promising career would do….
After the shit John had been dealt in his life with his father he wanted nothing more than to succeed and live his dream. And at first Jason was along for the ride. But then…life happens and our guys broke up and painfully went their own ways.
This is where our story picks up. 5 years later…
— Jason —
I threw my keys down on the kitchen counter as I walked into the very quiet and lonely apartment that I used to share with my now ex. Who would have thought I’d end up here? Single and alone at 24 after everything the two of us had been through? I guess what they say is true…high school love isn’t always meant to last. Ugh.
I got undressed and walked into my bathroom to shower. I looked at myself and while I wasn’t in high school playing baseball anymore, I still managed to stick with the gym and stay in pretty good shape. The perks of one time dating a professional athlete is your diet was top of the line.
I walked in the shower and turned the water on and let his cascade down my tired muscles and running off my half hard cock. It had been way too long since it had seen any action besides my good ole right hand. I closed my eyes and started to stroke it to full attention. Picturing one of the last times John and I had sex right in this very shower….
He had just got home from practice and was all hot and sweaty. Just like I liked him. I was putting clothes away I had just washed and was in nothing but my white CK trunks. I heard him walk into our room and I could smell the sweat and his distinct smell. My dick immediately started to tent my trunks when he walked up behind me still in his clothes all sweaty and rubbed his growing bulge into my ass. “Mmm hey baby.” I said to him. “Hey there. How did you know this is how I hoped to find you when I got home?” John asked me. “Hmmm I have my ways…” as I pressed my ass back into him.
He turned me around and we started to make out and he had a handful of my ass. Gotta love baseball it does wonders for the glutes! I stripped him of his shirt and watched as his even hardening and growing body was still sweaty as fuck. I ran my hands over his pecs and kissed him deep as he kissed me back and squeezed my ass hard I yelped. “Mmm I love it when you make that sound for me Jason. Drives me wild!” He picked me up and I wrapped me legs around his waist as he headed towards the shower. We made out the whole way there and only stopped long enough for me to turn the shower on. We walked in and under the water and he pressed my back against the wall and really went to town on me. Kissing me all over. Hands all over. He pulled my wet trunks off and my dick slapped my abs. He peeled off his shorts and his gorgeous cock was standing there looking at me.
“I want that now!” I said as I slid down and engulfed his cock in one fail swoop. John’s knees gave way and he had to brace himself on the wall. I sucked and sucked that beautiful cock of my boyfriend’s. He was getting close but I knew I wanted that load somewhere else. “Babe. Jason. Stop or I’m going to blow.” He told me. I let it fall out of my mouth and stood up looking into his eyes. “Fuck me John.” I grinned and turned around. “Your wish is my command Jason!” He pushed me gently to the wall and went to town eating my ass and opening me up. He sank himself all the way balls deep into my love tunnel and began to pound into me. Over and over he pounded until he was making his tale tale whimpering sound that I knew meant he was about to blow. I pushed back and met his strokes. “Jason! Fuck baby I’m gonna breed this sweet hole!” He grunted. “Yes baby fill me up. I’m yours John!” A few more thrusts and he was unloading his hot thick load inside me as I was painting the shower wall with mine. We washed up and got out of the shower.
Back to the present… my eyes were closed and my forehead was pressed up against the wall. My hand was stoking a million miles an hour replaying that memory in my head. “Ughhh ohh fuck!” I rambled out then shot my load onto the shower wall. Woo fuck. “That felt good….” I finished my shower and threw on a pair of shorts and headed to the kitchen to find something to eat.
I was sitting on the couch flipping through channels when I saw the Braves game was on. “You shouldn’t watch Jason.” I told myself. Even though I just jerked off in the shower to John. I put it on just in time to see him come up to bat. They were in losing 4-3 in the bottom of the 9th inning, bases loaded and John was the last to bat with 2 outs to go. He always looked so good in that uniform. Fuck I missed him so much. But he chose baseball over me and I can’t wait around forever no matter what we said to one another back then. I watched as they called “strike 3 you’re out!” And he was swinging at shit pitches too. He knew better. But I digress he was always right at the end and that’s one of the reasons we broke up. One. Of a few.
I turned the tv off and locked up and got ready for bed. I hated being in this apartment alone but John made his bed now he has to lay in it. As I was getting into bed, I just wish he was still here laying in this bed with me. I stared at the ceiling. 2 years later and this still isn’t easy. “Oh how I miss you John.” I said as I curled up and fell asleep.
— John —
I walked back into the dugout and threw my helmet down. I had been in a slump lately. Well fuck not lately really the past 2 years. Off and on since Jason and I split. I didn’t want to break up really but I had to call it off or cool it down. Rumors were starting to swirl and even if they were true that we were together and we were really gay, my career would suffer, so I was told. I left him. I actually left the guy who was there when my father beat me in high school. The guy I had been secretly in love with for years and the guy that had been feeling the same way about his best friend. But I let my pride and the voices of others get into my head. Not to mention the pressure to perform at my best. I snapped and took it out on Jason. All he did was love me unconditionally and I just ended it because I was selfish. Fuck me.
“Hey are you ok man?” One of my teammates asked me. “Yeah fuck. I don’t know. I could have won us that game but no I had to swing at that last pitch when I could have easily let that on go as a ball four and walked one in and at least tied it up for extras. “Dude it’s ok. Can’t win them all. But seriously. Are you ok? You’ve been in a funk ever since you and Jase broke up.” I sighed. My teammates knew I was gay and no one had a problem with it. They all knew about me and Jason and knew when we broke up. I made up excuses as to why not letting them know it was my selfish self that caused it. I should have just come out like I told Jason I was going to do. Stop letting my agent and the rest of the world run our lives that we fought so hard for at such young ages. But nope. I didn’t and the best thing to happen to me, better than baseball got away.
I got back to my hotel room and took and shower and laid on the bed in the dark. I opened my phone and flipped through my photos. I did this often when alone. Looking at the pictures of Jason and I doin things together. “Damn you fucked this up royally John!” I told myself. “Big time. Jason loved you and you just left him…” I closed out of the photos and plugged my phone in.
I thought about trying the apps but for someone who forced himself back into the closet for “his career” and ran the love of his life off that’s not a smart thing to do. I just quickly jerked off and went to bed.
I woke up the next morning and took another shower to help me wake up. We were headed back home to Atlanta and had the next few days off. I needed to get my head on straight. Ha pun intended. I knew that I was tired of living a lie once again and knew I needed to come clean and come out once and for all. My family and Jason’s weren’t very happy that I broke up with him and why. My mom and younger sister were doing really well the past few years and I helped when I could but after divorcing my asshole father and meeting my now step dad, my mom was doing very well. She lived in Houston now so whenever I was in town I always visited. My sister was off to college in California and living life and I was proud of them. My father…while we still didn’t have the greatest relationship…we did finally start to hang out again and get along. Still awkward as hell but it was getting better. Which is why it shocked me the most when he was the most upset of everyone in our families when Jason and I broke up.
I packed up all my shit and headed downstairs with my other teammates and we made it through the crowd of fans and signed autographs and took pictures. Before we made it to the bus to go to the airport.
One teenager and what looked like his maybe boyfriend caught my attention when they asked me for a picture and my autograph. I said yes and signed their hats for them and posed for a picture. They were so happy and thanked me and hugged eachother. It tugged at my heart. It made me think back to when I was their age and me and Jason were like that. Ugh. Fuck. Me. The boys noticed and asked me “Are you ok Mr. Right?” I looked at them and it’s like they knew. They saw right through me and small smiles pulled at the corners of their mouths. “Your secret is safe with us. Who is he or who was he?” They asked quietly. “My bestfriend. From high school. You tow remind me a lot of us. Don’t let each other go over stupid stuff ok?” They smiled. “Yes sir.” John smiled. “Nice to meet you two and take care!”
John continued walking and got on the bus. He plopped down in his seat and popped his headphones in and started playing a random song. But the song wasn’t so random. It was the song that him and Jason listened to all the time when they were alone.
Their song.
Tears started to fall from John’s eyes.
Seeing those two boys made him realize something that day.
He missed Jason. And was going to do everything in his power to get him back!
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