Chapter 6 of My Baseball Pal

Chapter 6 of My Baseball Pal

It was ridiculous how just as Nate and I were finally starting to accept our situation, everything changed.

Sigh.

The alteration began quickly and fiercely, disintegrating our precious baseball viewings. With the playoffs commencing, those casual fans came out of hiding and desired to join in.

Including, unfortunately, our spouses.

I wished I'd reacted to my wife announcing she and Nate's wife desired to join us to watch the games, and wish to create some delightful snacks and offer a bottle of wine to share during this process, with an outward appearance of charm and composure instead of unmasking the dread on my face.

Shudder.

Matters worsened with the playoffs themselves. Nate, stunned by the sparsity of our achievements, determined to host a viewing party, welcoming his colleagues. Despite myself, I wore a welcoming grin and was a kind visitor... nevertheless, I once secretly whispered to Nate about the caliber of cleansers used on the downstairs couch, praying it was powerful.

He swatted my arm.

The playoff games were catastrophic. Our boys suffered critical defeats, surrendering in straight matches. Evidently more aggravating, they appeared to play ball like they were participating in a Hollywood film highlighting incompetent losers.

Cursing at the Yankees.

Next, Nate landed an incredible chance at work that consumed most of his free existence. As the many months' newbie, he was eager to make a name for himself; the company granted him a task requiring all of his energy, ensuring he stayed involved even after that stretch. Thrilled by the opportunity, Nate basked in positive frequency, whilst I certified his progression and endured the necessity of us delaying our reunion. Initially, we attempted to arrange some undercover rendezvous, where I could encourage him, however, these rapid meetings were insufficient contrast to our initial craze.

Much sooner than I'd have believed conceivable, I yearned for the unforgettable intercourse we shared. Yet more than that, I… I… craved Nate. Selecting an appropriate terminology to describe these emotions was beyond me.

Reflecting upon that weekend, when Nate and I discovered the other's wild side, it continued to torment out of my memories. It became something that was far from simple to evade or anticipate.

Simultaneously, I grasped that Nate missed me equally. Within the initial stages of his project, he frequently reached out, expressing his thoughts and attempting to book time for us. However, the project's intensity accelerated and even those timely messages disappeared. Although I was ecstatic for his success, his synchronization was bittersweet, as I was the one left behind whilst he explored new heights.

Winter approached, with December starting. As we prepared for the holidays, my husband and I hosted a grand open house. There, Nate and his wife were delightful attendees. Trying to find a few moments for Nate, I attempted to draw him away from the hustle and bustle.

"Nate, amigo, I can't officially kiss you under the mistletoe, but I brought this as a compromise." He nonchalantly flicked up a sprig of holly, raising it above his head, and then flashed admiring eyes. I giggled, leant forward, and shared a brisk kiss.

"Thanks, buddy. Merry Christmas."

"Happy New Year."

For the ensuing months, life remained unaltered, with Nate's big project advancing, assuming his full attention. As I finished clearing our driveway of snow, I intended to assist with Nate's, only receiving no message back. Naturally, I didn't anticipate any reaction... but that wasn't the only reminder of the space now dividing us.

It stabbed my heart. Nate was indeed occupied, as were we...

Recently, my wife noticed me being all gloomy and asked if there was any tension between Nate and me. Since I didn't want to spill the beans, I gave a vague response to her inquiry. She told me to talk to him, which is probably the best thing I could have done at the time.

To my surprise, a message from Nate came my way a couple of hours later. Rather enthusiastically, I logged into my account and responded immediately. The message simply asked if I was free that night. A few minutes later, Nate knocked on my door. Despite the houses being just a stone's throw away from each other, his body was covered with wet snow. As he brushed off the snow on his shoes, he glanced over at me, finally meeting my eye.

After a moment of awkward silence, he spoke up. "Hey man, it's been a while. Sorry for the interruption. I just wanted to stop by and say sorry for acting like an ass towards you over the past few months." I was shocked; Nate had never been one for apologizing in that way. I agreed with him and suggested his life was hectic. "Yeah, things have been nuts. I've been feeling stressed about this whole situation. I'm trying to reconnect with my wife, and it's taken a toll on me."

Hearing him voice these apologies somewhat eased my worries. However, as we sat beside one another, it became clear that the rift between us had created a silent distance that made even a simple apology feel strange. Nate hesitated to continue, looking around to make sure no one was listening in.

"I feel terrible. I've been detached, and it caused more trouble than it was worth. It's been hard on you, too. I know that, and I'm so sorry for that. I've tried to get in touch with you a few times, but I've been busy." His voice trailed off, leaving the air still for a few moments.

"Don't worry about it," I assured him, but the truth was I was fighting to keep my composure. His admission of guilt and the casual way he mentioned his new Swiss bank account both surprised and confused me at the same time. I tried not to show my emotions.

Nate resumed, "I want to clear things up. I think one of us is going to end up with some feelings being hurt if we wait longer. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something tells me we need to sort this out. Things are finally wrapping up now. They're happy with how everything's gone, so I'm looking forward to a trip with my wife. We're going to Costa Rica in a few weeks, you know, a celebration of sorts."

I was shocked. The apology came along with good news. "That's incredible, Nate. I'm happy for you. How is it going?"

Nate shared how things were progressing with his business and how much praise he's been receiving. I could feel a shift in the mood. I appreciated his apology but had many other emotions clashing inside me. I said: "I'm really happy for you. Just so you know, I was aware of the situation. We talked about it, and there were no hard feelings. It was just overwhelming in the beginning with all the news."

Nate stood up, appearing a bit weary. His frustration with the life he'd led and the sacrifices he'd made were evident. "Anyway, I'm glad we chatted. It's been a while, and you made me feel special here. Take care, and hope to see you soon."

With that, he left. As I closed the door behind Nate, I found myself at a crossroads. There was a definite need of clarity. But what would happen if I put the pieces back together? Too many variables were still in play. My mind was a mess, but he had apologized, and that act of kindness left me feeling a bit better. It might be time to reconsider my choices.

A moment of silence filled the room, and Nate started chuckling. After another pause, I could see that he was deep in thought, so I gave him some personal space.

He casually said, "Will, I was considering something else. I wasn't sure if I had ruined things so badly that I wouldn't even be able to mention this to you. But I began to think... Shannon isn't the only person I wanted to reconnect with."

I couldn't swallow down the lump in my throat.

"Dude, what's up?" I asked nervously. "Are we going to Spring Training?"

Nate burst out laughing. "I take it that's a 'yes'?"

"Yes! This is fucking amazing! Though, I was worried you were about to break up with me!"

His tone turned sentimental. "Will, I am terribly sorry about everything. I've been a terrible friend and pretty much threw you under the bus. It was so unfair, especially after..."

"You two are good. So, what's your plan?" I inquired.

Nate paused and looked around. He approached me while wearing a mischievous grin. When he got close, it was like he was trying to seduce me.

He said playfully, "The first part of my plan involves reparations."

I sighed, "You can't do that, man. My wife..."

Before I could even finish, Nate was on his knees and opening my zipper. "You know, I'd fucked up so badly, I was sort of expecting you'd reject me here. But starting my reparations with a blowjob is a good start."

The laughter paused, and we heard Nate let out a breath at the prospect. "Does your wife know you have numerous gay fantasies?"

Terrified, I said, "I.... uh.... don't. What? We're good."

Hearing his answer, Nate smiled wickedly, "We're going to get in trouble."

He bent down and grabbed his mouth near my cock, which grew hard. Before I could react, Nate was looking at my fly, and unzipped it. He then tugged my cock out from my jeans, and began to tease me with his tongue.

"What are you-?" I exclaimed, only to hit the brakes when I saw him look at the other room. "Wait, is the TV on?"

Nate's eyes twinkled at the idea. "I think we should be quiet."

I held his head in place, and he began to work my cock with his lips. He sucked me gently, running his tongue through the hole at the end. I slipped my hands into his hair, which made him look at me with a hungry glint in his eye.

"Oh man, this is the real deal," I moaned. "I've missed this."

Nate's movements grew faster and more intense. However, I started to lean forward, accidentally making noise.

"Noisy, aren't we?" Nate smirked. "Your wife might hear."

He pushed my thighters towards the floor, making me lean further, all while massaging my ass. His hand gripped the back of his head, and he went faster.

I groaned loudly as my head fell back, but managed to catch sight of the television. Nate continued sucking me for awhile, and I could feel the sexual frustration build in both me and Nate.

I began to fuck Nate's head, completely forgetting about my wife. I wasn't concerned about being caught. I craved the pure ecstasy of a man sucking me. His mouth was working so well that I teetered on the edge of climax.

We both could hear the intense sounds of pornography in the other room. Nate got onto his feet, and it was his turn to be in charge. His mouth slammed onto my cock, and he swallowed. I could feel my orgasm building.

"I'm going to cum," I said, clenching my hands on his shoulders.

Nate licked my shaft and took my nuts into his mouth, he began to suck vigorously. At this point, he knew how much he needed to convince me to cum.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, arching my back.

Nate pulled back, letting a small stream fall onto the floor. He went back in, licking the rest of the cum from the tip of my balls.

"I can't shut up when I cum," I confessed.

He smiled and said, "It's not like we have much time."

As if in a frenzy, I couldn't help but pull him back and fuck him. Harder and harder with every thrust. According to Shannon, my wife, I wasn't attracted to men, but the fact remained, no woman could match the intensity of a man blowing you off. I knew there was no going back from here. This had to be my new path in life.

Together, we violently fucked each other's mouths until we reached a climax at the same time. I bit down hard to prevent shouting, while Nate gagged as he swallowed. We pulled away from each other, and Nate spit a large amount of cum onto the floor.

The chatter continued on the TV. Nate and I didn't seem to care, as we had just experienced a passionate moment together.

"Hey, do you think you'll join me for a spring training trip?"

We planned our trip enthusiastically over the next few weeks. I couldn't help but appreciate the metaphorical nature of the spring season - it symbolized new beginnings, a new season, and endless possibilities. There was also the added bonus of escaping from the harsh northern temperatures to visit sunny Florida.

On the day of departure, I kissed my wife and dashed through the alley to the car, whereupon Shannon was waiting to drive us to the airport.

"Where's Nate?" I asked.

"Oh, he's still looking for his phone. He's been tear-assing through the house trying to find it," she replied with a smile.

"Aw man, we're both excited for baseball!" I exclaimed.

"I know, and I'm really glad you two can share this experience together. I've told him he should call you more often. He's never admitted it, but I can tell he's missed you," she added, with a look that was filled with closeness, and a hint of marital understanding. She turned her gaze to the house, then back at me, "I'm so happy you're friends. A lot of the guys he works with are arrogant jerks. You've been a great influence on him, you've kept him grounded. I hope that as he settles down and the dust in his life clears, he can learn to let go of his obsessions with getting ahead."

"I'll try," I said sincerely, while trying to hide my confusing array of emotions.

The flight to Florida was full of excitement. I'm not sure what the other travelers thought of us - two guys, energized and buzzing with anticipation, consciously exercising restraint against our throbbing erections.

The moment we stepped out of the plane into the warm, sultry air, our bodies reacted with a lust that I'd never known. I've been trapped in frozen cold for months now, and that single breath of warm air triggered an insatiable horniness.

As we finally reached car rental, I, along with Nate, felt as if I'd been dragged through a meat grinder, knowing that another delay could prolong our agony.

We finally made it to the hotel, and felt like fighting a raging battle to contain our mounting desire. I can't explain what it must have felt like to the hotel receptionist, but damn, we two weren't exactly the epitome of decorum.

Once we reached our room, we were in such a frenzy that I almost handled the door like a barbarian in a cartoon, totally disregarding the delicacy of the situation.

It was debatable if our luggage was even properly unloaded, but I was so consumed by the need to have Nate that I didn't care. Our sudden agitation seemed to jumble us up - our limbs got tangled in each other's, making it nearly impossible to separate. In a heap on the floor, Nate under me, we began our assault on each other - faces collided, mouths crashed together, hands gripped for support as we fought to free ourselves and expose us. Eventually, we crashed onto the floor.

It was on. (Feel free to format this however you'd like) $$\rightarrow$$ Suddenly, we were back into one another. $$$ TV chatter filled the room, in our minds unheard chatter. Reminding us of the world outside our bubble $$ 1$, "So, can I count on you for a spring training trip?" 2$, We tried to concentrate on the plans for our next few weeks, ignoring the physical and emotional ache in our bones. 3$, "It's been so long. Spring is about new beginnings, a fresh start. We're finally leaving the cold behind and getting some sun. Plus, it's a trip that couldn't come at a better time". $$

Inside the car plenty of innuendos were shared as we started to drive to the airport. $$$ Nate's phone made an appearance 4$, "At least my phone's back," he muttered into the silence, blissfully unaware of the intensity brewing.

The car ride to the airport, is a blur in my mind. Smiles, laughter, and nervous murmurs. 5$, "I'm really glad you two are finally taking a trip together". Shannon's words needed no explanation as they resonated deeply inside me. This trip would change everything. $$

The journey to Florida was all excitement: $$$ I tried hard to act casual, but I frankly felt like a teenage boy on his first date, electricity surging through every vein as we descended, finally in a balmy paradise. 6$, The air in Florida... it was like a consistent caress, heating my blood to boiling point. 7$, Once more, the back and forth banter grew tiresome, and as quick as it had built up, it was almost gone when we got into the line at the car rental. $$

With all of the anticipation, the wait at the car rental business turned into an agonizing ordeal, as we both tried/waited to slip out of our earthly confinement. $$$ There was so much pressure coming from within, so much yearning for Nate 8$, and I'm not sure where my bags went, and neither did I care. "$$"We finally got our luggage away, hurried out to the elevator, and once inside, It seemed an eternity ".

We sped to our room like two out of control children desperate for more. $$$ The room key dangled from my hand like a trophy, our games intensified. The phrases seemed to mirror the increasing intensity in the room. Becoming sharper and harder with every word that escaped our lips.

I took off his damp undershirt, pouncing on him with my mouth. I gnawed on his hairy stomach, then moved to his nipples. Swinging from side to side, his sweat dripped onto my rough chin. I took him in, tasting all of him. Then I climbed on top of him while he lay on his back, ready to remove my shirt. It got caught, so I violently ripped it off, making a loud tearing sound. It could be replaced at Costco.

I straddled him and hid my face in his hairy chest, craving his smells. Nate, growling loudly, shifted into overdrive. When he couldn't hold back any longer, he tossed me on my back like a rag doll. He grabbed my pants and ripped them off violently. This animalistic blowjob was both exhilarating and fearsome.

No, I mean entirely exhilarating.

Each time he slammed against me, his face rubbed my cock and balls so hard that it caused razor burn—I didn't think that was even possible between two guys covered in fur. His face swiped across my body, soaking up my scent, and wildly sucked on my dangling balls. I yelled my encouragement, making many violent, blasphemous promises.

Finally, he enveloped my dick in his mouth and breathed me in... so deep, so fast, that he choked and spat me out. He took a moment to recover, then attacked even harder. He—incredibly—deep-throated me, pushing past any barriers and reaching my base.

YEAHHHHHHHHH!

I screamed like a man in extreme sexual bliss and instinctively held him tighter. The tightness of his throat was unreal, and he somehow delivered sensual massages to my cock with his throat. After a brief moment, he removed his mouth and coughed me out in a spray of spit.

"HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCKHOLYFUCKHOLYFUCK!HOLYFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Confused, I stared at him in awe. "How the hell did you do that?"

He grinned, eyes watering a little. "I looked up how to deep throat a guy online. I think I succeeded!"

"Holy shit! Prepare yourself!"

We returned to our sexual feast. I flipped him back and peeled off his pants and underpants quickly. His musk consumed me, setting my blood on fire. I sucked his dick with my mouth and hand, moving over his balls. He was moaning in sync with me, a furry wild beast of sex. I moved to his ass, gobbled it up as much as possible, ramming my tongue into his pucker. I lubed his ass by using natural lubrication. I slammed my dick all the way in him, balls deep. No time for lube, just the natural wetness was enough. We became one... wild, untamed animals in heat.

In the end, I had to find a way out. I pushed him down, face first on the floor, his spit-covered ass in the air. I smeared spit on my cock and shoved it in him. At this point, I couldn't resist him; I climbed back on top, buried my face in his crack, inhaling his butt funk. He moaned and I groaned as we kept going for more. Eventually, it was over; I dismounted him. My dick was aching and throbbing, ready to release my seed. I had to come inside him, continue our "talk."

I sat back and stroked my dick, blurting, "Nate! If you want to cum so bad, go ahead!"

He let out a tremendous howl. It likely hurt a lot, since it had been so long since we engaged in such activities, but I honestly didn't care. Good grief, that intense, savage pressure... the damp, sizzling pressure from his furry behind, tighter than any pussy could possibly be. OH MY GOD! I FUCKING NEEDED THIS! I shifted my hips in large circles within him—as much to loosen him up as to celebrate the burning, fiery tightness of his ass—and then began a sequence of whole-body hammer blows. WHAM... WHAM... WHAM...

His behind devoured my dick, cramming it. Pressing it in a crushing death grip. WHAM... WHAM... WHAM...

The resounding slap-thud of male-on-male sexual activity. WHAM... WHAM... WHAM...

Our screams intermingled to form a synchronized rhythm. WHAM... WHAM... WHAM...

I desired to release. Disregard his emotions. Disregard our emotions. Disregard everything. I fucking needed to ejaculate. RIGHT NOW! I accelerated my pace. WHAMBAMBAM...

It was simply too much for my penis, deprived of these sensations for far too long. I could sense my load building up in my testes, clamoring for relief. My entire body began shaking, and I'm positive I could almost perceive twinkling stars in my peripheral vision. The pressure, the exultation, the primal bloodlust within me detonated, and I discharged.

NNGGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I came so hard, so rapidly, I believe I zapped every single cell in my body. I was totally spent.

Nevertheless, Nate had yet to reach his climax... and he knew precisely how to extract the final morsel of gratification from me.

In a flash greater than I could react to, Nate stood and yanked me up with him. After setting down heavily on a couch in the vicinity, he slathered spit onto his palm and lubricated himself. He dragged me over, ensuring I was straddled over his rigid cock and lowered me on him... OH GOD! He speared me to the hilt. I let out a wailing howl, louder than he. The warmth, the agony were nearly uncontainable, yet fortunately I had relaxed enough after cumming that my body ceased resisting him shortly. As much as my erection, I could detect my body approaching acceptance. Damn it was intense. My labored, gasping breaths dripped onto his shoulder, nearly biting him, and toes clung to him for support.

Then, to my astonishment, Nate stood up, hauling me with him, never surrendering control of his cock within me. I'm no spindly thing, and I'm proud of my well-earned muscles... but his muscles hoisted me as though I weighed nothing. Within the blink of an eye, he'd slammed my shoulders against the hotel room door, employing them for support. Nate commenced to fuck me from beneath. My legs instinctively encircled his waist. My arms embraced him around the neck for stamina, and suddenly his face rubbed against mine. Ferocious rammed my mouth shut as hard as his dick slammed into me from beneath. His powerful thrusts rocked my entire body, bouncing it from the top to the bottom.

The force was unparalleled, unbelievable. Each guys' blows emitted that classic SWAT team door-smashing sound.

And holy shit... the outrageously poignant sensation of being smashed by this gargantuan man fucking split my mind. I was inundated with feelings I couldn't even remotely comprehend. Once more, and again, and again he plowed into me. Deep body thrusts that destroyed me. Penetrations strong enough to sink the Titanic. My ass was disintegrating, engulfed in flames, which swept across my entire body. I held onto him for dear life. And he fucked me. Fucked me. FUCKED ME

FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME

Somehow, I came to understand that was me screaming.

The magnitude inside me persisted to escalate, escalate... and reached a nuclear detonation. My skin contorted with fire, my ears rang with the roar of my lifeblood. Nate crouched, and his grunts developed into a cave man-like lunge as he exploded within me. That caused me to finish, and I screamed my head off, expelling ropes of semen everywhere. Please... I think I fainted.

To think, that was only round one.

The rest of that evening was fucking astonishing. Nate and I fell into a tempo. The belligerence of the initial tryst ceded to prolonged encounters flowing immediately and effortlessly. We worshipped each other, carefree and indifferent to all else. Squeezing, nipping, sucking, pounding, devouring. Uninterrupted, unbroken. We continuously ground against one another so fiercely that our hairy bodies impressed upon each other with rug burn.

Our bodies needed sustenance to thwart our rapturous romps. Deciding food would hinder our sensualSESSIONS, we opted for room service steaks that were surprisingly satisfying. It wouldn't have mattered if they had provided us with trash on a cracker; we possessed each other.

It felt... really weird being around him. But in a fantastic, incredible way. During that initial week of discovering each other, we'd been obsessed with each other, having wild, uninterrupted sex. So naturally, we were unrestrained... liberated in everything we did. But there was this issue, as I had to return home. So we didn't have the ultimate freedom of completely surrendering ourselves to the moment and letting it last as long as we wanted.

That last hurdle was finally smashed. We owed nobody but each other. So we had the bloody sex.

And something... incredible occurred. It was way past midnight. We wanted to wake up for our baseball frenzy at the spring training complex, so we had been in bed naked, making out. Our torsos coated with saliva, sweat, and spunk, gross to anyone else but us. And yeah, we were thinking about going to sleep. But in that peaceful silence and shared closeness, I started kissing him. Properly kissing him. There was no need for speech... our lips and tongues expressed everything as they fused together. And magic happened.

Our bristled chests were rubbing against each other.

Our hairy cocks were dueling against each other.

It was a feeling of physical closeness I can't quite describe. Grounded in our emotional closeness. It suddenly washed over me. It was a euphoria triggered by sex, yet it had grown into so much more. No one else had ever penetrated my soul the way this guy had. I'm not sure if any individual had ever infiltrated my soul like this. Nate's strong arms made me feel... safe.

Jesus Christ, this dude flipped me upside-down.

I wanted more. I mean, he had given me everything. Each time. But I wanted more. I was famished for emotions only he could give me. I wanted him to make me feel alive. To make my body hum like never before.

I pulled away from the kiss, rolled over onto my stomach, and looked at him. No need for dialogue. Nate climbed on top of me, and using the softest of pressure, I could feel his flared head of his cock slide inside me, aided by sweat and several squirts of cum. Jesus, he was inside me. I could feel my body come to life as his head moved, my ass muscles unwinding as he sank in deep, massaging my insides. It was unhurried and intentional, intensifying the experience. Fire building inside me. Fucking divine.

But just as remarkable was... all the other physical sensations I was getting from him at the same time. I could feel his prickly jaw against my neck and ears as his mouth slid against me. His tongue obscenely licking my skin. One hand stroking down my outstretched arms, paralleling the slow pressure from his cock. The other crawling across my scalp and sweat-drenched hair. Our legs rubbing together.

It was the most intimate instance we shared. And I was fully immersed in it.

He mumbled words softly in my ear as he fucked me. Words I couldn't make out. Words I didn't need to hear to comprehend... his body was stating all I required. And ultimately, his powerful hands slid under mine, enveloping me in a total encompassing bear hug. While he kept sticking his dick inside me, my body bathed in a warm, liquid glow.

That fuck was so many things. When we climaxed together, it was... well, usually it was straightforward, raw masculinity, saturated in masculine hostility. But this was another side of masculinity. The way he held me, the way his dick moved through my ass... it was like... a different side of masculinity. A feeling of masculine intimacy. Masculine affection. Men might not do nurturing too well, but they do do something quite similar: defending. Protecting. And that's what was happening. He was caring for me. Watching over me. Surrendering a portion of himself to make me feel good. I was his. But in making me his, he became mine. He was wrapping me in an exclusively masculine embrace. Guarding me. Making certain he gave me pleasure while he pleasured himself. We were one. Fucking together.

I'm just going to say it. I got sucked into that fuck. My entire being was... breathless.

Waking up in the middle of the night, I found myself with Nate lying on his back and me snuggled close to him. His arms were still protectively around me. He seemed like a hero from a mythical epic story. I gently pulled back a lock of his messy hair that had fallen over his forehead. He didn't breathe deeply, and I grew closer to him, surrendering once again to sleep.

The next day was phenomenal. We went to the baseball training facility and immersed ourselves in the experience. It was more exciting than Disney. We spent excessively on new equipment, anticipating the baseball season. We bought jerseys of the players we thought would make a significant impact that year. We joked about our selected players and made a fuss about it. We settled down in the stadium and conversed with the spectators. We argued about statistics. We observed the batting practice and engaged in intense discussions to fill the gaps in the pitching staff. The game that followed was much as expected, merely a chance to observe the players sharpening their skills and dreaming of unlimited opportunities.

As the day progressed, I began to understand that our lives at that precise moment reflected the events happening on the field. Everything was an endless journey filled with endless possibilities. A blank canvas before us. We were fully immersed in it. And it stemmed from more than just baseball. In the stands, we revealed our innermost feelings to each other about our hopes, fears, plans, and dreams. There was no mention of our sexual activities; we did not need to. Our desire for each other was evident, and it permeated everything without the need for verbal expression.

That day was unforgettable.

We returned to our car, planning on stopping at a seafood restaurant near the coast before heading back to the hotel.

My heart swelled with immense satisfaction.

Once inside the car, I blocked Nate from starting the engine. He stared at me. I found the courage to say something that had been occupying my thoughts for some time but was never quite edible.

"Nate," I started quietly as I gazed at the horizon, "I've... there's something... I've never told you this before, but... I love you."

Nate remained calm for a moment, then turned to face forward, precious tears slid down his cheeks. A broad grin appeared on his face, feeling overwhelmed, he turned back to me. "You're wrong, buddy. You've told me that many times."

I turned my gaze at him, confusion written all over my face.

"You've told me every time I've known you. In each word, each action, especially from the very moment we met," Nate stated softly. "It took time to understand... but now I do. Your love gives meaning to why everything between us ever transpired." His breath was shaken as he looked at me. "What do you mean, now?" I asked, confused. "Will we?" Nate continued, "I love you. I fucking love you so much it hurts."

Oh, God.

I gave him the most passionate kiss of my life. A kiss strong enough to shatter the window glass.

And I felt happy despite being seen.

***

We didn't make it to any of the other activities we initially planned for the weekend.

However, it's surprising to note that even after openly expressing our love for each other, we didn't see any changes in our domestic lives. We comprehended the situation. We could not alter anything or make any announcements for now.

Baseball games remained critical in our relationship. And so did our trysts. When Nate's wife was around, we kept the enthusiasm to a minimum... and when she wasn't, we vigorously released that pent-up energy. We even started scheduling weekend trips to see Nate's baseball games to actively release ourselves. And that's when we went all out.

It's difficult to argue that our affiliation provided a means to mitigate the stress from our regular lives. It fostered peace of mind, enabling us to become better partners and even better fathers. Perhaps, it was the certainty of knowing we had each other. Maybe it provided an opportunity to break free from the monotony of adhering to societal norms, family life, and daily chores. It's intriguing to ponder what professionals would conclude from us.

But that's a different story. I must leave now--Nate's wife, Shannon, took their children on a trip to visit her sister in Chicago. And tonight, Nate and I will have his house to ourselves for the first time in a long time.

And I can't bear to wait.

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