Major League Shutout

Chapter 1-3

O.B. lay on his side. The kid was curled up with his beautiful ass pressed into O.B.’s pubic hair, O.B.’s thick, hard c**k between the smaller man’s legs, pressing against Chuck’s balls. O.B. draped one arm over Chuck’s smooth, hairless chest, idly massaging a nip. Chuck moaned softly and wriggled his ass.

Thinking back, the f**k had been exceptional. After a lengthy session of body exploration and mutual sucking, O.B. had eaten the man’s ass with relish. As he did, O.B.’s d**k throbbed, begging to be buried in the smooth, firm, round, young butt.

When Chuck was ready and open, O.B. rolled on a rubber, applied the lube, and turned the guy over on his back. O.B. pressed the head of his stiff rod against the sphincter. It soon yielded to the pressure and the two became one.

Once inside, O.B. held still to let Chuck adjust to the invasion of his more-than-generous c**k. Chuck wrapped his arms around O.B.’s neck, his legs around O.B.’s waist. The big man stood, his hands massaging the globes of Chuck’s ass just as they had on the dance floor an hour or so before. He carried Chuck around the room impaled on this throbbing c**k, the action causing his prick to push back and forth in the young man’s chute and Chuck’s hard c**k to rub through the dense hair of O.B.’s rippled abs. Chuck moaned, clawed O.B.’s neck, and bit his chest and shoulder.

Much sooner than O.B. wanted, he felt Chuck’s c**k pulse against him, the warm fluid squirting from it. As Chuck climaxed, he reached up and kissed O.B., his tongue invading the man’s mouth just as O.B.’s d**k was invading Chuck’s ass. O.B. felt his c**k stiffen and throb. As the glorious sensations of orgasm flooded his mind and body, O.B. shot his c*m into the rubber.

O.B. sat back down on the bed, his c**k still buried inside Chuck’s body. Chuck reached up and kissed him again.

O.B. lay on his back and slipped from Chuck’s hole. Chuck climbed forward, his d**k still hard. He wasn’t big; maybe five inches. But O.B. took the small, hard c**k as well as the balls in his mouth and sucked for all he was worth, enjoying it as if it were a fat, ten-inch tool. Chuck came a second time, O.B. relishing the sweet taste of his c*m.

They had showered and now lay together.

O.B. looked over at the clock on the night stand, then kissed the top of Chuck’s head. “Time to go,” he said, feeling the usual need to be done and on his way.

Chuck pressed his body back against O.B.’s. Though O.B. couldn’t see him, the ballplayer could tell by the tone of his voice that Chuck was pouting.

“Why? I want to spend the night with you. I only got you off once. And besides—” Chuck hesitated as if trying to decide if he should continue. “I really like you.”

He turned to face O.B.

In the semi-darkness O.B. looked into the young man’s face. He was one handsome dude. He was a good f**k, fun to be with, and his small, muscular frame had really been a turn-on. Maybe O.B. could spend the night, just this once.

As quickly as that idea passed through his mind, a second, more compelling, thought came: one of self preservation. Keep it physical. You’re only askin’ for trouble if you start encouraging him to feel something more.

“Sorry, Chucky Boy,” O.B. said, forcing his voice into aloofness. “You were a great f**k, but I gotta work tomorrow.”

“But tomorrow’s Sunday,” Chuck protested, reaching down and fondling O.B.’s ample balls and semi-hard d**k. Nobody who drives an Alfa works on Sunday. Not unless you’re a rock star. Are you a rock star, Sam?”

O.B. winced—not from the pressure on his nuts, but from letting something slip that might give Chuck a clue as to who he might be.

“Look. As much as I’d like to f**k ya again—”

“Or let me suck you off?” Chuck said seductively.

“Or have ya suck me off, I gotta go. Get dressed. I’ll get ya a cab.”

“When can I see you again?” Chuck asked, getting up from the bed and beginning to gather his clothes.

“Maybe we’ll run into each other at the club,” O.B. said, slipping on his briefs. He could see the man was disappointed. He walked over to Chuck, lifted him off the floor, and pulled the smaller guy into a hug. Once again the difference in their size made him feel good. “Look, we had a great time tonight. The s*x was great. Let’s let it go at that. I’m not into complicated stuff, okay? If we cross paths again—well, then we’ll see.”

Chuck laid his head on O.B.’s hair-covered chest. “Okay,” he said. This time there was no fake poutiness. The boy seemed genuinely sad.