Play Ball

"PLAY BALL!"

A STORY OF FICTION BY CATMAN

I thought "Spring" would never come after the long snowy Winter through the Midwest. Finally the weather began to warm, snow melted, grass began to grow, trees and flowers started to blossom!

After months of cabin fever, I was anxious to be active again in the great outdoors. A notice in our local newspaper caught my eye. Our YMCA was organizing softball teams. It sounded like fun and a chance for a little male-bonding. (In my line of work, I am surrounded by way too many females.)

I have nothing against women. (Hell, my mother was one!) I just desperately needed to be surrounded by some testosterone! While I would have preferred hot stripper boys and porn stars, I was willing to settle for the companionship of sweaty amateur baseball players.

 

I signed up and was assigned to a team that comprised players between the ages of 22 and 30. I'm not much of an athlete but, out of all of my teammates, I was the star player. My fifteen minutes of fame didn't last very long because a replacement was added to the roster after two weeks of practice.

The way he introduced himself to me totally caught me off guard. "Nice to meet ya! I'm Allen. Wasn't prepared for all of this today. In fact, I forgot to bring my jock. Guess I'll just go commando. What the fuck, I prefer to just go without. Jock straps are too confining. I like to feel my business hanging free."

My attention immediately shifted from his ruggedly handsome face to his crotch. I was disappointed to see his wedding ring. He was such a distraction that my performance on the field that day was an abysmal display of inaptitude! In other words: I totally sucked!

I was the team's Catcher, Allen was the Pitcher! (How ironic! That would come into play later that day!) I couldn't concentrate on my teammate on the mound, because I was staring at the mound in his pants!

Our coach spent so much time ragging at me after our game that I was one of the last to arrive in the locker room. It was totally empty. I sat on the bench before my locker for several minutes totally depressed. Finally, I stripped down to shower.

Walking into the communal shower room, I was shocked to be greeted by a naked Allen! He was working his hard cock with one hand and fingering his ass with the other. "What took you so fucking long? I've been lingering here... waiting for you. You're the only hunk on this lousy fucking team!"

Stripped bare of his uniform, he looked totally awesome. God! And that dick, totally hard, resembled a smaller version of our baseball bats!

"So are you going to just stand there and stare at my cock? You're my "catcher" and the two of us have to work together for the benefit of the team. I've gotten signals from you all day, and not just about the game!"

His wedding band was the furthest thing from my mind when I went to him and sucked his cock! Licked his balls! Rimmed his hot bubble ass! Then offered mine up to him. He fucked me bareback in that shower.

Most guys who just nutted would have just left me to jerk-off. Not Allen, he dropped to his knees and blew me....he didn't stop until I came with a giant load down his throat.

It wouldn't be our only encounter. After each game, we utilized that locker room in ways that the YMCA probably wouldn't have approved. My game improved and I shared the "star status" with Allen.

There was only one change to the game: I provided Allen with a jock-strap. I insisted that he wear the same one for the entire season and never launder it. After our championship win, he returned it to me as a gift in a zip-lock kitchen bag.

I could still smell the sweaty aroma of his cock and balls as the snow began to fall for another long Winter!