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My first time with a dude was with another player on my soccer team who was a couple years older than me, and was my older sister's boyfriend. She never found out.
The summer I turned 18 I played on a softball team, which was part of my city's summer park schedule. There were 10 other teams in the league, and because of my age I played in the adult league. By this time I had a few guy-on-guy hookups under my belt, and I thought I was getting pretty good at figuring out who would mess around and who wouldn't. Boy was I ever wrong!
Most of our games were scheduled for the evening, but our second game we played on a Saturday afternoon. And it was hot. Real hot for June in the Midwest. I played 1st base, which gave me a perfect view of all the hot guys, both at bat and in the dugout. And if I was lucky, a hot guy would get a hit and at least make it to 1st base. I watched him move from the dugout to the deck almost like it was in slow motion. With his sunglasses on I couldn't really tell how old he was, but I guessed probably mid-twenties. He was kinda short, but not dangerously short. Probably 5' 8" or 5' 9". His body was awesome. Even from 1st base I could see the muscles in his calves and arms move when he walked to the deck and began stretching with the bat. His medium-length jersey shorts fit him just right; not too tight and not too loose. But tight enough to hug his ass. One thing about guys that has always made me want to immediately sink to my knees is a baseball cap. Don't know what it is, but anytime I see a dude wearing a ball cap the warm feeling starts in my crotch and soon turns into a full on blaze. And if the dude is wearing the cap backwards; it's all over man. Of course the dude on deck was wearing a cap, and he was wearing it backwards. But the best thing of all was his shirt. The shirt was the requisite half-sleeve that most ball players wear, and on the front was a big picture of a sucker (the candy kind). Under the picture of the sucker were the words "It Ain’t Gonna Lick Itself."
He hit a line drive between short stop and 2nd base, and made it to first. By the shouts of a small group of girls in the stands, I learned his name was Jake. The next two batters struck out, so Jake got to stay at 1st base with me for a while. During that time I got to hear Jake interact with the group of girls in the stands. "You did good Jake..." "Thanks baby." "You're lookin' nice today Jake..." "It's all for you hon." You get the picture. I couldn't help looking at him 'cause he was exactly my type; hot and apparently straight. A few times he looked over and saw me staring. The last time he caught me he said, "you better keep your eye on the game kid." During the course of the game Jake made it 1st base about six or seven times. Toward the end of the game, as we were losing, Jake started talking to me when he was on base. Real easy stuff like the heat, school, shit like that. Jake also told me that his team was playing the next game, and since his team was "kicking your ass," maybe I should "stick around for some pointers." Tempting, real tempting.
The game ended at 5, and since I didn't have any plans until later and it gave me a good excuse to watch hot Jake some more, I decided to stay. Needless to say I sat at the opposite end of the bleachers from Jake's personal cheerleading squad. During the game I watched Jake. The way he walked, the way he wore his cap, the way he ran, the way he laughed with his teammates, even the way he spit. The fire in my crotch was burning big time, and I had to keep repositioning myself, and my bone, just to keep comfortable. The game ended around 7, and I grabbed my shit and headed for the gate and my truck. When I left the bleachers, I saw Jake was talking to his girls at the other end. He did look up a few times to see me watching him, and each time he would cock his head up to let me know he saw me. As I walked to my truck I thought about going home, hitting the shower, and stroking out a nice load thinking about Jake. I had different scenarios running through my head, all of them involving Jake joining me in the shower. When I got to my truck I threw my shit in the back and climbed behind the wheel. I put the key in the ignition, turned it, and click.....click.....click... I pumped the gas pedal a few more times and turned the key again. click.....click.....click.... Fuck. I climbed out of the cab, popped the hood, and began jiggling some wires. I know nothing about cars or trucks, so what I was doing was mostly for show to the other people in the parking lot because I didn't want to look like a fool.
My head was still under the hood when I heard someone say "hey man, you need some help?" The voice was vaguely familiar, but didn't really register until I turned around. It was Jake. But Jake was not alone; he had his arm around one of the girls from his cheerleading squad. "Nah man, I think I can get it," I said, wishing to hell he had been by himself. "You sure man?" Jake asked. "Yeah," I said, "but thanks." Jake grinned real big, nodded his head, and steered his girl over to his truck which was parked a couple of rows over. I stuck my head back under the hood and waited to hear Jake start his truck and pull out. After jiggling more wires, turning the key, and jiggling more wires almost an hour had passed and I was still stranded. I also noticed that Jake's truck was still parked in the same spot, and him and the girl were just sitting there. A few minutes later, with my head stuck back under the hood, I heard someone say "I think you do need some help dude." Jake was back, minus the girl. I asked him what he was still doing here and he said "Oh, me and Kate was just.........talkin'." "She left," he added. Dammit, there goes the fire in my crotch again. After fiddling under the hood for a while, Jake said "dude, we need to get some tools to work on this." Then he said, "it's gettin' too dark to see now though, so why don't I take you home and we'll come back in the morning." Even though the parking lot lights were on and the lot was pretty bright, I didn't object. "You don't mind," I said. "Nah dude, ain't no problem," he shot back.
I lived a couple of miles south of town, and about 10 miles from the ball field. As soon as I got in Jake's truck I went into full bone mode. Luckily I had my mitt to hide it. On the way, Jake and I made small talk mostly about the games. Then he said, "dude those two games really took it out of me with the heat and all, I could really use a few brews." "Yeah, me too," I said. Then he asked me if I wanted to stop and get some beer. But before I could answer he asked, "dude, how old are you?" "Old enough," I said, even though the drinking age in my state was 21 and I wouldn't even be 18 for eight more months. About half way to my house Jake stopped at a liquor store and bought a twelve-pack of long necks. He threw the box in the back, climbed in the cab, and asked me if I knew of any place we could "drain these motherfuckers." There was a lake about two miles from house and was pretty private, so I suggested we go there. At that time there were three different parking lots at the lake, and Jake drove around each one finally saying each of them was "too crowded." He also said he didn't want to be seen "tailgaitin' my ass off." I did know of a couple of secluded roads that ended in dead-ends, so I suggested we try one of those. I gave Jake directions to one, and after about a half-mile we got to the end of the road; trees in front of us and on both sides. "Ahhh man," Jake said, "this shit's perfect."
Jake left his parking lights on, we got out of the cab, and he dropped the tailgate. I was still in bone mode and by this time some pre-jizz had leaked through my boxer briefs and I knew was probably starting to show on my shorts. Lucky for me it was dark. We did some bullshit talking through the first two or three beers. By the time he was through with his fifth beer, Jake was talking about Kate. He had moved from sitting on the tailgate to leaning against it, and the tail lights from his truck gave me a perfect silloutte. The beers had definitely kicked in, and as Jake talked about how he and Kate "fucked like yard dogs." I watched his dick grow in his jersey shorts. I also watched as he'd absentmindedly touch or rub it as he talked. I was about to burst out of my own shorts, and I could feel the wet spot on my boxer briefs growing bigger and wetter. Jake's tone got kind of serious when he said "that ain't the way it is now though man...." I was concentrating on his dick, not his talking, and there was a long pause. Finally I realized he'd quit talking, and muttered "whatta ya mean?" "She don't act like she wants it no more, Sam," he said. "Ever time I start to go for the gold now, she fuckin' cock blocks me; I don't know what the fuck that shit's all about dude." Then something happened that totally came out of nowhere and totally took me by surprise. Jake had set his beer on the tailgate and put his hands on the waistband of his shorts. He said "you tell me Sam, if you were a chick wouldn't you fuckin' want this......?" And while he was talking he put his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and his boxers, and in one quick move pulled them both to his knees.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Standing before me, leaning against his tailgate, and lit by the tail lights from his truck, was one of the hottest guys I'd seen in a long time; his shorts pulled to his knees, his fat, half-hard, cut dick hanging there. And he was asking me if I were a chick would I want it!! I was too mesmerized by what was happening to answer Jake. Still staring at his dick and thinking about him doing to me whatever he wanted to with it, I felt Jake nudge my arm and repeat himself. "Wouldn't ya Sam.....if you was a chick wouldn't you fuckin' want it?" I knew the time to act was now. Feeling him looking at me I took my eyes from his dick to his face, stared right into his eyes and said "I ain't a chick Jake, but I do fuckin' want it." Jake was silent as he stared back into my eyes, but I could see the thoughts running around in his head. Finally, he asked "yeah?", but before I could answer a big grin spread across his face and he said "yeah......you do fuckin' want it don't ya." And then he put his hand on my shoulder and slowly pushed me to my knees.
The summer I turned 18 I played on a softball team, which was part of my city's summer park schedule. There were 10 other teams in the league, and because of my age I played in the adult league. By this time I had a few guy-on-guy hookups under my belt, and I thought I was getting pretty good at figuring out who would mess around and who wouldn't. Boy was I ever wrong!
Most of our games were scheduled for the evening, but our second game we played on a Saturday afternoon. And it was hot. Real hot for June in the Midwest. I played 1st base, which gave me a perfect view of all the hot guys, both at bat and in the dugout. And if I was lucky, a hot guy would get a hit and at least make it to 1st base. I watched him move from the dugout to the deck almost like it was in slow motion. With his sunglasses on I couldn't really tell how old he was, but I guessed probably mid-twenties. He was kinda short, but not dangerously short. Probably 5' 8" or 5' 9". His body was awesome. Even from 1st base I could see the muscles in his calves and arms move when he walked to the deck and began stretching with the bat. His medium-length jersey shorts fit him just right; not too tight and not too loose. But tight enough to hug his ass. One thing about guys that has always made me want to immediately sink to my knees is a baseball cap. Don't know what it is, but anytime I see a dude wearing a ball cap the warm feeling starts in my crotch and soon turns into a full on blaze. And if the dude is wearing the cap backwards; it's all over man. Of course the dude on deck was wearing a cap, and he was wearing it backwards. But the best thing of all was his shirt. The shirt was the requisite half-sleeve that most ball players wear, and on the front was a big picture of a sucker (the candy kind). Under the picture of the sucker were the words "It Ain’t Gonna Lick Itself."
He hit a line drive between short stop and 2nd base, and made it to first. By the shouts of a small group of girls in the stands, I learned his name was Jake. The next two batters struck out, so Jake got to stay at 1st base with me for a while. During that time I got to hear Jake interact with the group of girls in the stands. "You did good Jake..." "Thanks baby." "You're lookin' nice today Jake..." "It's all for you hon." You get the picture. I couldn't help looking at him 'cause he was exactly my type; hot and apparently straight. A few times he looked over and saw me staring. The last time he caught me he said, "you better keep your eye on the game kid." During the course of the game Jake made it 1st base about six or seven times. Toward the end of the game, as we were losing, Jake started talking to me when he was on base. Real easy stuff like the heat, school, shit like that. Jake also told me that his team was playing the next game, and since his team was "kicking your ass," maybe I should "stick around for some pointers." Tempting, real tempting.
The game ended at 5, and since I didn't have any plans until later and it gave me a good excuse to watch hot Jake some more, I decided to stay. Needless to say I sat at the opposite end of the bleachers from Jake's personal cheerleading squad. During the game I watched Jake. The way he walked, the way he wore his cap, the way he ran, the way he laughed with his teammates, even the way he spit. The fire in my crotch was burning big time, and I had to keep repositioning myself, and my bone, just to keep comfortable. The game ended around 7, and I grabbed my shit and headed for the gate and my truck. When I left the bleachers, I saw Jake was talking to his girls at the other end. He did look up a few times to see me watching him, and each time he would cock his head up to let me know he saw me. As I walked to my truck I thought about going home, hitting the shower, and stroking out a nice load thinking about Jake. I had different scenarios running through my head, all of them involving Jake joining me in the shower. When I got to my truck I threw my shit in the back and climbed behind the wheel. I put the key in the ignition, turned it, and click.....click.....click... I pumped the gas pedal a few more times and turned the key again. click.....click.....click.... Fuck. I climbed out of the cab, popped the hood, and began jiggling some wires. I know nothing about cars or trucks, so what I was doing was mostly for show to the other people in the parking lot because I didn't want to look like a fool.
My head was still under the hood when I heard someone say "hey man, you need some help?" The voice was vaguely familiar, but didn't really register until I turned around. It was Jake. But Jake was not alone; he had his arm around one of the girls from his cheerleading squad. "Nah man, I think I can get it," I said, wishing to hell he had been by himself. "You sure man?" Jake asked. "Yeah," I said, "but thanks." Jake grinned real big, nodded his head, and steered his girl over to his truck which was parked a couple of rows over. I stuck my head back under the hood and waited to hear Jake start his truck and pull out. After jiggling more wires, turning the key, and jiggling more wires almost an hour had passed and I was still stranded. I also noticed that Jake's truck was still parked in the same spot, and him and the girl were just sitting there. A few minutes later, with my head stuck back under the hood, I heard someone say "I think you do need some help dude." Jake was back, minus the girl. I asked him what he was still doing here and he said "Oh, me and Kate was just.........talkin'." "She left," he added. Dammit, there goes the fire in my crotch again. After fiddling under the hood for a while, Jake said "dude, we need to get some tools to work on this." Then he said, "it's gettin' too dark to see now though, so why don't I take you home and we'll come back in the morning." Even though the parking lot lights were on and the lot was pretty bright, I didn't object. "You don't mind," I said. "Nah dude, ain't no problem," he shot back.
I lived a couple of miles south of town, and about 10 miles from the ball field. As soon as I got in Jake's truck I went into full bone mode. Luckily I had my mitt to hide it. On the way, Jake and I made small talk mostly about the games. Then he said, "dude those two games really took it out of me with the heat and all, I could really use a few brews." "Yeah, me too," I said. Then he asked me if I wanted to stop and get some beer. But before I could answer he asked, "dude, how old are you?" "Old enough," I said, even though the drinking age in my state was 21 and I wouldn't even be 18 for eight more months. About half way to my house Jake stopped at a liquor store and bought a twelve-pack of long necks. He threw the box in the back, climbed in the cab, and asked me if I knew of any place we could "drain these motherfuckers." There was a lake about two miles from house and was pretty private, so I suggested we go there. At that time there were three different parking lots at the lake, and Jake drove around each one finally saying each of them was "too crowded." He also said he didn't want to be seen "tailgaitin' my ass off." I did know of a couple of secluded roads that ended in dead-ends, so I suggested we try one of those. I gave Jake directions to one, and after about a half-mile we got to the end of the road; trees in front of us and on both sides. "Ahhh man," Jake said, "this shit's perfect."
Jake left his parking lights on, we got out of the cab, and he dropped the tailgate. I was still in bone mode and by this time some pre-jizz had leaked through my boxer briefs and I knew was probably starting to show on my shorts. Lucky for me it was dark. We did some bullshit talking through the first two or three beers. By the time he was through with his fifth beer, Jake was talking about Kate. He had moved from sitting on the tailgate to leaning against it, and the tail lights from his truck gave me a perfect silloutte. The beers had definitely kicked in, and as Jake talked about how he and Kate "fucked like yard dogs." I watched his dick grow in his jersey shorts. I also watched as he'd absentmindedly touch or rub it as he talked. I was about to burst out of my own shorts, and I could feel the wet spot on my boxer briefs growing bigger and wetter. Jake's tone got kind of serious when he said "that ain't the way it is now though man...." I was concentrating on his dick, not his talking, and there was a long pause. Finally I realized he'd quit talking, and muttered "whatta ya mean?" "She don't act like she wants it no more, Sam," he said. "Ever time I start to go for the gold now, she fuckin' cock blocks me; I don't know what the fuck that shit's all about dude." Then something happened that totally came out of nowhere and totally took me by surprise. Jake had set his beer on the tailgate and put his hands on the waistband of his shorts. He said "you tell me Sam, if you were a chick wouldn't you fuckin' want this......?" And while he was talking he put his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and his boxers, and in one quick move pulled them both to his knees.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Standing before me, leaning against his tailgate, and lit by the tail lights from his truck, was one of the hottest guys I'd seen in a long time; his shorts pulled to his knees, his fat, half-hard, cut dick hanging there. And he was asking me if I were a chick would I want it!! I was too mesmerized by what was happening to answer Jake. Still staring at his dick and thinking about him doing to me whatever he wanted to with it, I felt Jake nudge my arm and repeat himself. "Wouldn't ya Sam.....if you was a chick wouldn't you fuckin' want it?" I knew the time to act was now. Feeling him looking at me I took my eyes from his dick to his face, stared right into his eyes and said "I ain't a chick Jake, but I do fuckin' want it." Jake was silent as he stared back into my eyes, but I could see the thoughts running around in his head. Finally, he asked "yeah?", but before I could answer a big grin spread across his face and he said "yeah......you do fuckin' want it don't ya." And then he put his hand on my shoulder and slowly pushed me to my knees.
