Third base

Thank you for reading my stories. Comments and questions are welcome at [email protected]. These stories are fiction, any similarities in names and locations are purely coincidental. They involve intimate interactions between above the age of 18.

It was senior year and we had gone to State.

That was a big deal for our school since up till then we were pretty shitty. iI had just transferred in at the start of the year so a lot of the guys said it was because of me. It wasn't, but I wasn't one to pass up free praise. We had driven up to Oakland where we would be staying at a hotel room, to guys to a room. A couple people had asked it I wanted to share a room but I turned them down, I had a target in my sights, a target I had wanted since the first day I had walked into the locker room.

His name was Troy and he was everything teenage jocks want to be. He was over six feet, dark black hair, green eyes and a body that was sculpted by god. His dad was one of those try hards who had been working his son since he was 8, trying to turn him into the perfect jock. His father had succeeded beyond anyone's wildest dreams and then some. Troy was a great athlete, a nice guy and all around sweetheart. What he wasn't was bright.

I don't want to call him stupid but he was quick to follow and never asked questions. I assume it was a lifetime of following his dad's orders combined with a decade of coaches screaming at him what to do that had conditioned him into this sheeplike nature, frankly I didn't care. Troy was a mountain I was not only going to climb but to conquer. I was going to plant my flag in his ass and make him beg for more which started with sharing a room.

When I sat down next to him n the bus he was surprised. Like I said, I was popular on the team for just showing up and that fame extended to Troy, the guy who was probably responsible for our winning streak in the first place. But Troy didn't know that. Troy had been taught an awww shucks, it was the team, kind of mentality which meant he would never take credit for anything other than just being part of the team. So when I sat down his eyebrows raised, not sure why I would be talking to him.

Bless his heart.

"Hey, you wanna share a room?" I asked.

"Me?" he literally pointed to himself.

I gave him that Zach Morris smile that made everything think they were in on the joke, "Yeah you man, I feel like we haven't had a lot of time to talk."

We had never talked other the occasional nod and random bullshit but he was too polite to point that out and I was too insistent for him to try.

"Yeah sure, I don't mind. I think I was supposed to be with..."

"Don't worry about it, I can take care of it."

The exact words he needed to hear. Like the well trained baseball cow he was he smiled and nodded, leaving me in charge to handle the details. A pattern that was going to continue all night.

I walked over to the guy he was going to room with and told him to find someone else,. He opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it and just nodded. Then I made sure everyone else was busy with other things and sat back down with Troy, "All settled."

"Cool," he said, not wanting to know how I did it, another good sign.

We talked as we drove, he had a girlfriend but was a virgin, he was into his local church, but that was because of his mom and not him. He was the prototypical All American boy, just the type I was drawn to and just the type I liked to corrupt. He thought the fact I was a military brat and had lived all over was incredibly cool and made me seem more worldly than I was. He had never been outside of California and was looking forward to getting a scholarship out of state. He didn't say it was to get away from this parents and the role that had molded him into. I doubt he even thought it consciously, but the boy wanted to break free.

And I was here to help him do that.

The room was small with two beds.

If the night went as I wanted one of them would be unused.

We stowed our gear and then headed downstairs to eat with everyone else. Troy kept by my side the whole time like a stray I had picked up on the side of the road. The talk was of course about the upcoming game, everyone was amped up with nervous energy but no one wanted to admit it out loud. We all ate and talked, but the whole time I was concentrating on Troy. I had kept him in conversation with just me the whole time, his focus was me and just me. Once we were done I asked if he wanted to just go chill in the room and he nodded, not giving it one thought. I said we should go back to the room so that was what we had to do. I grabbed a couple of candy bars because a stick is useless without a carrot.

Once we got back to the room I kicked my shoes off and he followed automatically. We both took a bed and turned on the TV, looking for an ESPN showing anything sports related. Once I found a game we sat there and chilled, just getting used to the two of us being in such tight quarters. During a commercial I said I was going to take a shower first and the I asked if it was ok with him. I wanted to make him feel like he had a say in what was happening even though he didn't.

I stripped down in the bathroom and then did about fifty crunches before getting under the water. Guys like Troy had only one currency in life, their ego. Troy valued his looks and his body, both things I had to spare. What I had that Troy didn't was guts. I wasn't afraid of going after what I wanted. The things that made other guys my age ause only made me excited. Rules and consequences weren't deterrents for me, they were simply things to get around.

I washed myself off and then checked everything in the mirror. Tight abs, firm pecs, decent biceps...and one oversized cock. I jerked it a couple of times to get it moving and then wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out. he glanced over once and then back to the TV, and then looked back slowly. He wasn't trying to look at the bulge in my towel but he was failing pretty bad. I walked over to my bag, "Some hot water left, but you better hurry if everyone else takes one there won't be any left."

He nodded and got up from the bed, he pulled his shirt off over his head and I was rewarded with a set of abs so cut I could shred cheese on them. I had set the terms with nudity so he had no complaint pulling his pants off and walking into the bathroom in just underwear. He had a decent bulge, but nothing compared to me. But his ass, god damn that ass. He had a baseball ass, which is to say firm, toned, and wide as fuck. His cheeks were straining those boxer briefs something awful and I could wait to spread them myself.

I pulled on some underwear and then hopped onto his bed and waited. I heard the water turn off and grabbed my junk one more time to plump it up. He walked out, say me on his bed and hesitated. See this is where him and I were vastly different. If he had a spine, ot a thought, he'd say get back on your on bed and that would be that. But Troy here, he hadn't been built that way. He had been taught to just go with it, to just accept it. So instead of shooing me away, he pulled on some new underwear and sat next to me and gave me a smile.

So there we were, two high school baseball players, in our underwear, on the same bed.

What could possibly happen now?
We sat there and watched TV, not really talking. I needed him to get used to being this naked next to me without thinking. That meant giving him time to just be in that state of undress. After awhile the game ended and we skipped through channels trying to find anything else. As I skimmed I said, "Too bad we can't get any of the adult channels, I could go with some porn right now."

I could tell by the way he turned red and shifted what he was going to say next, "I've never seen porn."

"What?" I said, sounding surprised, "Why not?"

"My mom says it's a sin and I could go to hell."

"Do you believe that?"

He shrugged, "I guess."

"Ok," I said getting off my bed and pulling my laptop out of my bag, "Kind if I watch some?"

Again, what he should have said was fuck no, don't jerk off with me in the room. Or I don't want that around me or a dozen other things. But he was already sitting in his underwear next to me, so we both know he was just going to sit there and say nothing. I opened up Pornhub and skimmed through some videos, of course I wasn't looking for me, I was looking for him. I picked out some blonde co-ed getting railed by a buff guy and let it play, turning the volume up some.

Her moans were loud enough to drown out whatever was on TV, and I made sure the laptop was tilted just enough so he could watch. It was obvious he was sideyeying it pretty hard and the TV was all but ignored.

"She's hot right?" I asked, cooting over next to him.

The pretense was gone and he just stared at the screen, nodding.

"So you and your girlfriend do anything like this?"

Still transfixed to the screen he said, "No, we're supposed to wait til marriage."

"Oh cool, but you been practicing right?"

He looked at me confused, "Practice what?"

"Um, everything?"

He just stared at me blinking.

"LIke kissing, and sucking, and you know, everything. You've been practicing so it in't bad when you finally get to do it, right?"

His eyes got wide, "No, should I have been?"

I closed the laptop, it had served it's purpose, "Dude! You have to be good at it, what happens when she waits all this time and you suck at it? What's she gonna think?"

Thank god for slow brains because he actually sat there and thought about it, like it was an actual thing that could occur.

"What do I do?"

"You have to practice man! Like how is your kissing?"

He shrugged.

"You've kissed before right?"

"Yeah sure, like on the cheek and stuff."

"Tongue?"

Shake of his head.

"Oboy."

"Jack, how do I practice?"

He sounded desperate and that is exactly how I like my guys.

"Well you can use a pillow, but you have to learn how to do it first and then practice the right way."

"How do I learn the right way?"

"By kissing. Someone else? You know, it's like anything man, you work at it."

"Shit," he said looking upset, "I can't be kissing other girls, that's cheating."

"No, it's too late for that," I assured him, "That's why you date dude, so you can practice on your way up."

"She's my only girlfriend!"

"Ok man, ok. I can teach you and then you can see how it's done."

"Really?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I guess I can."

"Sweet," he said turning towards me eagerly.

"Ok, so hold still," I said and moved forward.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" he asked pulling back.

"Um, showing you how to kiss."

"You're gonna kiss me?" he asked, stricken.

"Um, you want to learn?" I asked sharply.

He was frozen, not sure how he got here.

"Look man, I was just trying to help you out, if you wanna be a shitty kisser have at it."

I grabbed my laptop and moved like I was going to get off the bed.

"Wait," he said grabbing my arm, "You'll help me?"

I gave him my most innocent smile, "If you want me to."

He thought about it hard, "And you won't tell anyone?"

"Dude! Who am I gonna tell? Bad enough I am willing to help you but I don't want it spread around!"

He let out a sigh of relief, "Ok cool, I mean if you're cool with it..."

"Look Troy, I was just trying to help. If you're gonna freak out or be a dick..."

"No,no,no!" he said quickly, "I'm sorry about that, I won't."

"You wanna learn?"

He nodded.

"So then you'll do everything I say?"

Another nod.

Sighing I put the laptop on the floor and turned back to him.

"Ok, but I mean it man, One freak out..."

"I swear," he said holding up one hand.

"Ok fine, come here,"

He leaned in towards me, his eyes closing in anticipation.

I smiled as I leaned in, ready to make this guy my slave for the night.
He kissed like a typical straight boy. All tongue, no control, lots of slobber. It was like being frenched by a golden retriever who was really happy to see you. I pulled back and his eyes were still closed, tongue out flailing about.

He opened his eyes and looked at me questioningly.

"Ok, I was right. You need some work dude."

He looked embarrassed which was my intent, his ego was crushed which meant he was desperate for validation.

"Ok, don't do anything," I said moving closer to him, "Just react to what I do, ok?"

He nodded and I leaned in again, and kissed him like a man should be kissed.

I was aggressive without being overwhelming Firm without being insistent. Probing without being intrusive. My tongue played hide and see with his, rolling around, touching and then retreating And slowly his tongue started to play back. I leaned my head and began to really go at it and he actually moaned as I pushed him back onto the bed until he was flat on his back. His arms moved around me automatically, he was no longer taking notes or paying attention, he was caught up in the kiss and could give a fuck about anything else.

After about a minute I came up for air, leaving him breathless, looking up at me in wonderment, "Wow." was all he could say.

"See? That's what I mean."

"You're good at this," he commented, probably too caught up in the feeling to care what he was actually saying.

I just smiled, "You ready for more?"

He nodded quickly and I lowered my mouth to his. This time he pulled me tight onto him as we made out, he was far less passive this time, really getting into making out, his hips grinding up by instinct alone. I pulled his head to the side and began to nibble on his neck, he let out a throaty moan as he held on for dear life. I made sure not to leave any marks, I wasn't claiming territory yet and that would be a deal breaker no matter how much he was into this. Instead I simply showed him how erotic his neck could be and then moved to his ear.

Which was when he lost it.

Straight guys, liuke dogs, love their ears. Straight guys, like dogs, get excited quickly. Straight guys like dogs, will start to hump you out of pure instinct, never really knowing what they are doing. He was hard under me, his cock pressing up against my own, only two thin sheets of cotton to prevent them from touching. He cried out as I thrust my tongue into his ear, touching spots he had no idea he possessed. Ear to throat to mouth again, he was going crazy from this and I loved every second of it. I paused for a moment and looked down at him, "You like it?"

He gave me a goofy grin and nodded so I continued.

I made him squirm from his neck and then moved down his chest. His nipples were just screaming to be tweaked as every part of his boy was erect now from lust. I took one of the fleshy nubs in my mouth and slightly bit on it, just enough pain to elicit pleasure and he reacted perfectly. Most guys don't know the connection from their nipples to their cock, they simply think they are just there to be there and nothing else. Troy was learning that his nipples were a gateway to his cock and he was quickly losing control. I worked the other one over and he moaned my name as he squirmed under me. His cock was rubbing hard against mine, the multiple sensations driving him crazy.

I moved down to his six pack and licked the ridges of his abs, a quick tongue to his belly button before I kept going south. I cupped his bulge with my mouth, wetting the cotton with my spit, exposing his throbbing dick through the thin material. He gasped as he felt something other than hi hand touch his dick for the first time. I mouthed the outline of his cock all the way down, he was babbling now, nothing close to words escaping his lips I kept at this relentlessly, his ass coming off the bed to meet my mouth more than once. He was lost in the moment and I knew it was time to strike.

I sat up and he looked at me with surprised eyes. I put a hand on either side of his underwear and waited. Slowly, as if hypnotized, he raised his hips and allowed me to slide them down, his hard cock bobbing up to his flat stomach. I tossed the underwear aside and licked up the length of his shaft slowly. His hand went to the back of my head as a bead of precum burped from his head, his cock tasted clean, like soap and I wondered if he had cleaned it in the shower like a good little boy. I worked his dick over like a champ, his thashing and whimpers made it clear I was rocking his little, Christian world in ways he never dreamed. When I actually slipped the tip of his cock into my mouth he stopped breathing and just looked down at me with his mouth open in shock. As I went slowly down his length he let out a low groan and his head fell back onto the bed. He was putty in my hands, I had spread his legs wide so I could slather his balls with spit, moved his cock anywhere I wanted as I found new ways to turn him on. By the end of twenty minutes he was no longer the same guy. He had started as straight, christian boy scout with a girlfriend and a promise ring. Now he was on his way to becoming a sex pig as he begged me to continue.

Once I was sure i had him I sat up and straddled his chest. I looked down at him with a grin, "You like that?"

He nodded.

"Your turn," I said, slipping my underwear down and letting my cock bob free. His eyes got wide as he saw the beast in front of him. I said in a quiet voice, "Come on man, it's only fair. I did it to you, don't you want to do your part?"

He half nodded, his pupils were huge as he stared at my cock, filling his entre field of vision. I pressed it down, my cock head pointing at his mouth. Slowly I pressed against his closed mouth and said, "Open up..."

He was confused as he was turned on and I felt his lips part as my head slid into his mouth. The warmth was insane as I ran my mushroom head over his tongue. For a moment it just sat there in his mouth, precum soaking his taste buds. Then, unbidden, his tongue swirled around the shaft and I made a noise of approval and he did it again. He was still looking up at me, our eyes locked and I just nodded, "Good boy."

He closed his eyes and grabbed my hips, pushing my cock into his mouth.

As he gave his first blow job in his life.
He took to dick sucking like a duck to water. It isn't that odd to be honest. Most straight guys view sex as a sport and jocks in general want to be the very best at any sport they play. Troy was playing tonsil hockey with my cock and I wasn't sure who was winning but we were both loving the game. His hands had gripped my ass to hold me in place, my hands were propped on the headboard to steady myself as he went up and down on my throbbing dick. It took some doing, a couple of cover your teeth and more tongue to get him there, but once he had a rhythm he was really going at it. His cock was rock hard the whole time, again not a shock. This was the closest to actual sex he had gotten, the fact I was a guy didn't matter to his dick. All he cared about was the sex.

I pulled my cock out out his mouth and he tried to hold me in place, he really was into this but I needed for us to move on.

"Hold up," I said, moving off his chest.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked as I shed my underwear.

"No, I just want to do you at the same time."

We moved into a 69 position and he needed no encouragement at all. Once he saw my dick he went at it like the good boy he was. I started to blow him and I could tell he was taking notes, copying my movements best he could. Within minutes we were both servicing our cocks expertly. He was really trying to get as much of my cock as he could into his mouth. This was common with straight boys, they were fascinated by my length and obsessed in being able to take it. Didn't matter if they had never sucked a dick before, once they saw it, they had to have it. I assume it's envy or wish fulfillment, whatever it was they flocked to a big cock like any other bottom bitch. Don't ask me why, I just took advantage of it.

While he went to town on my dick I was going lower. His balls were heavy and cum filled, just licking them caused him to moan around my dick like a cat purring. Guys love their balls being played with, it's an erotic game of russian roulette. They are so sensitive that one mishap will kill you, but it felt so fucking good you were willing to take the risk. As I cleaned his balls I moved lower, to his taint, licking that one strip of skin no man ever thinks of. He stopped sucking as I licked again and again and then moved my teeth over it and nibbled at the point.

"FUCK!" he called out, making me shove my dick back in his mouth to shut him up. Last thing I needed was a coach or someone knocking on the door to ruin this moment. He gagged as I kept my cock in place and worked on his taint like a madman. Most guys have never felt what this feels like and once they do they lose their mind to why. He whimpered around my dick as I kept assaulting what was once forbidden territory. After about a minute he was panting and moaning, no longer even aware of what we were doing.

I climbed off of him and moved between his legs. I pushed his thick legs apart and lifted that perfect ass upwards. He looked down as I ducked under his knees and pushed his hips up...and shoved my tongue up his ass. There was a squeak as his mind tried to catch up with the fact that he was being tongue fucked and loving it. He grabbed two fistfuls of sheets as he held on for dear life. His hole tensed and opened in random intervals, his mind not sure if he should be fighting it or egging it on. Either way my tongue would find traction and dig into him, causing him to gasp and moan louder each time. His head thrashed from side to side as he began to cuss.

"Fuck yeah...oh fuck right there...:

Hearing the christian boy curse like a sailor was as erotic as anything I had heard before. It had taken 45 minutes of sex to break him of his clean and proper ways. Now he was pushing his ass back onto my face as he begged me to go deeper and do it harder. I pulled back, grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his ass so it was elevated. HIs legs were spread wide as he looked down, wondering where my mouth had gone. I dove back in and he began to cuss again, his mind slowly unwinding from the sensations his ass was sending him.

I kept this up for about five minutes, wearing down his stamina until his tiny, little jock hole gave up the fight and just let me in completely. He couldn't clench it shut any more as his passage was filled with my spit, making it slick and wanting. Once his ramblings had spun out into mumblings, I stopped and went back to my bag.

"Wha?" he asked, sounding drunk from the lust.

"Hold up," I said, taking the bottle of lube and bringing it back. I applied a good portion to my hand and his hole and then slid one finger into him, tring to disturb as little as possible.

"What are you..." he began to ask so I started sucking his dick again. His question faded as his head fell back to the bed, his ass flexing around my finger to no avail. I kept pushing in, his sounds expressing pleasure and discomfort one after another. "Wait...wait... he gasped as I was two knuckles in, "I don't..."

And then I found it.

I rubbed over his prostate and his hips came off the bed. His cock twitched and his mouth was open in a frozen scream. I tried to hold on for dear life as his ass muscles clenched down hard, trying to expel my hand but I hung in there, and found the same spot again. My fingertip made him groan out loud as the fight drained out of him, you could see his shoulders slump as his ass explained to his brain what he needed and how much he needed it. I moved over the spot a few more times and he jerked like a puppet on a string. I slid back my finger and added a second one and pushed back.

He groaned in pain but I knew my target now and once I was able to tap it with both fingers, he went back to cooing, his legs spreading wide on their own. I finger fucked him for about a minute with two fingers and then pulled back and said, "Push out..."

With three fingers I pushed in and I saw him hold his breath as I breached his ass, both of us waiting until we got to the promised land. When I hit it he whined like he was going to cry as his cock dripped precum like a leaky faucet. I took my time with three fingers, getting his virgin hole used to having something push into it hard. When it looked like he was getting annoyed I'd hit his prostate for a few seconds and make him squirm like a whore in heat and then go back to my work. After about three minutes his ass was tired and abused. I had stretched it out as much as my fingers would allow.

Now came the hard part.

I moved up to him and kissed him again. He kissed me back, completely sex drunk now, not caring about anything but feeling good. His tongue fought with mine as our cocks rubbed up against each other, if he had any reservations that I was a guy they didn't show. All he wanted was to feel good...and I could do that.

I pulled back from the kiss and put a ton of lube on my cock. He was out of it, just staring up the ceiling in a daze.

I pressed my head to his hole and held it there.

"Push out," I said as before.

He looked down, not sure what I was doing. Once he saw it his eyes got wide so I pushed in.

He winced as my head tried to bust into the cheery hole. He started to groan and I said, "Shut up! You want someone to come in?" he paused, "You want someone to see you like this/"

To accent my point I pushed a couple of inches in and he closed his eyes again in pain.

There was no way to make this easier. I mean I had a big dick and he was a virgin. The two things guaranteed there was going to be pain. But as i held my cock steady I jerked him off, trying to distract him from the pain.

"Stop...." he hissed.

"Shhh...I hear someone!"

He froze and closed his mouth and I shoved another couple of inches in. He let out a small whimper as I paused again.

"Halfway..."

"Please stop..." he said, his mind catching up to what he had been doing finally.

"Shhh...." I said leaning down and tweaking his nipples, "You're gonna like this."

He moaned as the sensations from this nipples startled him, letting my cock even further into him. Finally my pubes touched his ass and I stopped moving. He had all of me in him, and there was nothing he could do about it. My cock was throbbing as his cherry ass tried to cope with it's first cock. I felt the walls spasm around my thickness as he laid there, looking like he was going to cry.

Slowly I pulled back, maybe half an inch and he hissed from the movement. Bracing my knees i pushed up instead of in...and he gasped as his ass completely opened up for a moment. His cock had lurched up and I knew I had found the angle. I pulled back again and then quickly reversed it and he jerked again, this time letting out a low, "Fucckkk....."

I stayed there and rocked his prostate with my cockhead for nearly a minute. The entire time his cock had started to move to fill up to a raging fucking hard on as I kept hitting that point.

"Fuck..fuck...shit..." he cursed as his body betrayed him completely.

"Relax and push out," I repeated as I pulled out halfway and then pushed back into him. We both groaned as I bottomed out into him, his cock had smeared cum snot all over his six pack. His hands were over his head like he was riding a roller coaster, his eye rolled back in delirious passion.

I pumped him a few more times, making his his whole body react from my cock. It was slow but after about five minutes of this, I felt him push back. I pulled out and sure enough when I pushed in he was pushing back, forcing me even further into him.

"You like that? You like getting fucked Troy?"

He looked up at me, his face a mask of confusion. I slowly pulled out and he threw his head back and then looked up sharply when I slammed into him.

"You like that?"

He nodded, still looking like he wanted to cry. He was aghast the was not just dealing with it, but loving it.

"You like getting fucked Troy?"

Another nod as he pushed back on my cock.

"Tell me to fuck you Troy,"

He closed his eyes and looked away, so I slammed his jock hole three times hard.

"Tell me to fuck you Troy."

He shook his head so another three slams. On the fourth one he let out a half cry half moan and said, "Fuck me...please....fuck me harder...:

What could I do? I mean he asked so nicely and all.