My Baseball Buddy Ch. 02
Waking up was brutal. Far from being a joyful start to the day.
I groggily came back to awareness, then suddenly jerked awake with an immense sense of dread. I was in my bed, and observing the sunlight through the window I determined it was Saturday morning.
What followed were vivid recollections from the previous night.
Holy crap. Did I...?
Did we...?
My heart pounded in my chest as I pondered this. Had I really fucked my closest pal? Had I indeed rammed my dick in his... let's say, private parts? Bloody hell, what do I do now?
I felt swamped by a tide of unease. I'm not gay. I'm not. I've never swooned over a guy's physique. I'd never pleasure myself over my roommates in college. What the hell does this mean?
An awful realization descended on me. Did my wife know? Could she have seen through my facade? Do I... exude an unmistakable aroma of lovemaking?
Hell, was Nate the one who spilled the beans?
I physically slapped myself, trying to snap out of this spiral of confusion. No way Nate would have told her. He didn't even have the chance to. Jesus Christ, Will... focus. Just think it through for a while.
I shoved the bedding aside and made my way to the bathroom to examine myself in the mirror. I saw no obvious signs of what might've transpired earlier. I guess I don't exude any overtly homosexual aura. Then I thought of the grim scenario - had I gotten everywhere dirty?
Briefly I recalled, after I'd climaxed and we both cleansed ourselves with towels, I rushed to collect my belongings and left in something of a hurry. We were a bit awkward, but perhaps not. Hell.
But what could I do about it now?
I deliberated that the best approach was to start playing things by ear. My wife was downstairs, presumably making final preparations for the day. I was horrified at the prospect of facing her, but felt I'd better get it over with.
I followed her down the hall and found her scrolling through her phone. She acknowledged my presence with a knowing smirk. My stomach gripped and sunk, feeling as though the ground was shifting under me. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, I felt... displaced. I spilled into the unknown last night, and now I was encountering a whole new world. Was it somewhere I wanted to be? And how did my beloved wife and longtime friend fit into this new plane?
"Morning, darling," I managed to utter hesitantly. A jumble of emotions whizzed around me.
She glanced up and smiled mischievously at me. "Morning, handsome. You look... a complete mess."
My panic began to grow, preparing to run amok. But her reaction was so understated. Like it was barely a blip on her radar. "Oh, sorry. You know, after the team clinched the championship, things got... somewhat boisterous with Nate. We must've gone a little overboard in our festivities." It was the truth - we had indeed rotated the trophy while shouting and cheering.
She brightened up. "I suspected as much. Would you still want to go to the farmer's market this morning? Or are you nursing a bit of a hangover?"
This was ... it? A simple question about going to buy vegetables? Stopping the impending meltdown, I opted to maintain my calm exterior. "Yes, we can go. I need to shower. I reek of spilled beer."
She retorted playfully. "Ugh, get away from me with all of that drunken man-funk! But hurry up, we're already running late, you know."
Somehow, this drama at least sounded a bit more realistic. I contemplated as I went back upstairs to shower. Thinking of "drunken man-funk" - but how did it feel so not disgusting to me now? I remembered my face buried in Nate's back, smelling the delicate blend of his sweat and desire. Aroused again, my hard-on slowly began to rise under my hand. Was this the consequence of last night's actions?
Damn it. Gotta reign it in. My overactive brain was nowhere close to done. What the hell was going on? What did I do? Was this some ridiculous error? Why did I start to fantasize about his warm, wet mouth enveloping my throbbing member? A memory of how heavenly that blowjob had been replayed in my mind.
I yanked the shower control to max cold, and the sensation of voluntarily freezing shot through me. Distraction was my only hope.
So what was really going on? Was I having a midlife crisis? A changing self-concept? What the hell was this new reality? Let's just focus. No need to wallow in despair. Back home, with my large, working brain, not puny little head.
Despite trying to ignore it, I couldn't help but think about the previous night as we wandered through the farmer's market. My wife's chatter and the abundant produce filled me with mixed feelings. While I was torn between my fears and my memories, one thing became increasingly clear - how great everything felt.
Successfully concealing my erection, I followed my wife's lead and examined the various fruits and vegetables.
Everything about our time together - the feeling of being inside Nate, the sensation of our pubic hair rubbing together, and the intensity of his gaze made me grin. The memory of our passionate, uninhibited lovemaking brought me back to life, igniting my lust.
And it was more than just the pleasure. There was something powerful in our union, something intensely masculine. We weren't afraid to go all out, to make a mess, and to appreciate each other's bodies. And it was when I dared to picture his stubble and the look in his eyes that I stopped fearing who I was. I only felt one thing - a strong desire.
Although I knew I had to attend to our daily chores, the thought of missing the baseball game with Nate troubled me. How would he react if I called him out of the blue? On the one hand, he might be thrilled to see me. On the other, he might feel uncomfortable about our escapade.
But somehow, my wife sensed my restlessness. She gave me a small nod, giving me the green light to leave. I almost sprinted to Nate's door, eagerly calling out to him.
"Nate? Are you here?" I asked, seeing him slumped on the couch.
"Yes," he replied, sounding disinterested.
A wave of uneasiness washed over me, replacing my initial excitement. I took a deep breath and approached him. "Hey man, are we good?" I asked cautiously.
After a brief pause, he spoke up, "Of course, everything's fine. I was just watching the Braves," he responded with forced enthusiasm.
My heart sank at his tone. I had assumed he'd be excited to see me and even more pleased about our sexual encounter, but reality wasn't as rosy.
I hesitated before taking a seat next to him and removing any misunderstanding.
"Okay, look. Nate. This is our quietest time together. Do you... do we... have a problem?"
His reaction caught me off guard.
"No, Will," he answered defensively. "Believe me, I didn't come close to being mad. I mean, look at the load we deposited." He gestured to his cum-soaked mattress.
My relief was short-lived; I noticed his lingering hesitance and trying to change the subject. "But, Nate, are you sure that we shouldn't do it again?"
He shook his head, "I... I think we should leave it at that for now. Honestly, it was great, but I don't think it's a good idea to keep doing it."
Slowly, my years-long infatuation crumbled. He seemed indifferent to my advances and didn't even display any excitement over our intimacy. It was clear that my uncertain self had cost me something I had long desired.
Nate's remarks came out in a rush. "Check it out, I'm not gay. Like, that felt incredible. But I'm not gay. I've never been into men. I'm super into my wife. I'm confident you are too. I simply don't want to disrupt... things."
To be frank, I felt a bit upset. And while I thought he was being a bit timid about it, I understood what he meant. Honestly, I wasn't having any clear thoughts about this situation yet. It was difficult to even look at my wife normally at the moment.
But it irritated me that my buddy was so nonchalantly disregarding something that... well, okay, to be completely honest, was an absolutely mind-blowing experience that we were both obviously into. Did he think he was the only one shocked by this? I have to admit that at that point I wasn't bringing my best game.
"Okay, Nate... this isn't us being 'cool' about things." I put my hand on his shoulder, less gently than I should have. "Listen, why don't we..."
Nate brusquely threw off my hand, got up, and stormed over to the bar. Annoyed, I followed him over there, muttering, "Nate, you're acting like a dick. What the hell's the..."
Nate jerked around, closed the distance between us, and slammed his hands into my chest, sending me reeling. "I'm being a dick? Why don't you just leave it alone? You know what? Fuck you!" Before I could recover, he struck me again, nearly making me fall back toward the couch. His eyes were blazing with anger, and he was starting to turn red. He leaned in and prepared to punch me, but I swerved and ended up hitting him in the face with my elbow. He rolled away and got into a crouch. He roughly touched his nose and mouth, almost looking for blood. Seeing none, he shifted his attention back to me, with blinking lightning eyes. In an instant, we were back in each other's arms, fighting for control and trying to bring the other to the floor.
He was strong. But so was I.
The camaraderie vanished. I was reacting purely on instinct, spurred by adrenaline and testosterone. We wrestled and twisted, trying to gain an advantage, but we were evenly matched. Finally, I managed to kick him off balance and was able to take him down. Hard. But he was way too fast, and came after me again, shoving me down as well. I kicked out strongly against him, knocking him into the coffee table. Funny enough, it was the same coffee table we had crashed into the night before while making out.
To my surprise, Nate was able to change things in his favor. He lunged at me, and before I could react, he pinned me down, his weight pushing me into the ground. I couldn't escape. Fuck. He had me.
Nate's face was inches from mine, perspiration dripping from his nose, forehead, and chin. Fuming. His eyes were flashing with fury, and both of us were panting. I thought he was going to destroy my face.
But he didn't.
We just stayed there. Panting. Sweating. Raging. Staring. Finally, I muttered at him, "What the hell's wrong with you? I'm your best friend!"
It was uncanny. The anger in Nate's eyes didn't waver. But... something in them changed. His hand came free and... wrapped around my chin, his thumb stroking my five o'clock shadow. And there it was - his lips met mine. He couldn't even react. He pulled his head back, and rasped, "You know what? Fuck you, asshole." And he kissed me again.
And suddenly we were both swept up in a different kind of fury.
He wasn't forcing himself on me. He wasn't competing for dominance. It wasn't retribution. As soon as our lips came together, he let go of me completely. His other hand suddenly began running through my hair. His kiss wasn't... well, really strong... but more... intense. Almost desperate. Pleading. But there was... so much more to it. [2]
For just a split second, we melted into one another. I instinctively reached out and touched his face, my palm on his cheek and my fingers in his hair. While pressed against him, I realized that he was exceptionally hard. And so was I. The aggressive anger within me morphed into intense desire.
My mind was filled with explosions as my entire body quivered from the anticipation.
The whole thing lasted for mere seconds. Nate stiffened, breathing heavily. We were both out of breath. He seemed almost embarrassed as his forehead rested on mine. He murmured, "I was thinking about you all day." He paused. "I just..."
I lost all consciousness of reason. Hardwired responses took over. Whatever his intentions didn't matter. We were both as rock hard as possible, yearning for each other.
That was what mattered.
I thrust forward, halting his words in mid-sentence as I eagerly attacked his mouth. He fell backward, and I was on top of him, ravaging him with a kiss that could've left marks on a woman. Our hands ventured everywhere, almost ripping at each other as we grappled. He shifted positions, putting himself on top of me, and then pressed his lips to my throat. The shock of his stubble against my skin forced me to gasp. After casting a masculine trauma across my skin, he pressed his lips against my flesh. The mix of the coarse and smooth silky wetness had a surreal feel. I let out a deep, uncontrollable moan.
My fingers continued their search, as if devoid of any conscious thought. I felt them slide under his shirt, and slid my hands up against his torso. He clumsily tore off his shirt, revealing a madman's form.
Damn, he was hot.
Sweat covered him in a thin sheen, making his chest hair glimmer. His nipples were wide and heavy, nestled in his body hair. Damn. The raw, masculine power of him... it was half-Greek god, three-quarters lumberjack.
But we had no time for admiration. It was time for more. I looked at him with determination in my eyes. I seized him by the torso and tried to make him stand up, while also trapping his face with a passionate kiss. He looked a bit dumbfounded, but didn't fight against it as I forcefully laid him back down on the couch. I spread his legs apart and went for the button on his shorts. "I've been thinking about that big dick all day, and I'll fucking have it. I have to reward you for yesterday."
Nate's expression lit up as I ripped open his shorts and underwear and threw them into a heap. His dick twitched in eagerness. It was... incredibly massive. I'm convinced it could've reached at least twelve inches when fully erect. Long and strong as an arrow, with a prominent mushroom head... which was already coated in pre-cum. The base was parts of a lost forest, with a couple of similarly-sized, egg-sized balls.
I lifted my gaze, awestruck, and we exchanged looks, more like leers. "Wow. That's some fucking enormous equipment you're packing."
"You approve? Yours qualifies as a weapon of mass destruction too!"
I inhaled, drinking in his scent. Strong and pungent due to a long day, his obvious excitement, and all the physical activity.
FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuUUUUUUUUCK.
His manly scent overtook my thoughts. It was the scent of sex. Of masculinity. Of raw power. Fuck. We've probably been influenced by our significant others to think of ball sweat as something disgusting. My own male body was recognizing this fragrance, messages coming from his body. My dick grew a few more inches.
I was consumed by a mixture of hormonal stupor and raging sexual desire. I launched a full-on assault on his genitals. I devoured his cockhead, taking in every mouthful and squeezing for all I was worth.
And Nate responded, "Ohhhhhhhh GOD..." His head flung backward, his back arched. He succumbed to the raw pleasure. I gave him everything in my power, frantically licking up his pre-cum in sharp, violent movements. I then circled my tongue around the edge of his cockhead, while sucking him deep. My hands instinctively went to his torso, rubbing him hard. He responded by grabbing my head and shoulders, massaging me.
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I passionately sucked, bobbing up and down, up and down, using my tongue all over him. Faster, faster, sucking him in a way only a man could. Faster, faster still. His entire body writhed beneath me, and his sounds turned into animal howls. So into it, I considered doing something remarkable... deep throating him to his base. I inhaled and went for it, sucking as hard as I could.
Having never done this before, I didn't reach very far before I gagged, reflexively spitting his cock out. "Easy, buddy," Nate consoled, affectionately ruffling my hair. Noting a smirk, he added, "You're unbelievable. But you have to work up to a cock as large as mine!"
I firmly grasped him, making him gasp. "Another word like that, jackass, and you're getting teeth!" He chuckled.
Desiring more, I went back to his dick but decided to try something different. With a long, erotic slurp, I ran my tongue down the length of his shaft all the way to his hairy balls. And there, I dived in for a wet, sloppy indulgence. Fuck! The scent was driving me wild, but so was the taste... tangy with the salt of perspiration. I initiated mouth-kissing each one in turn, sucking him in, teasing with my tongue, then moving to the other. Nate's head bobbed frantically. He grunted out, "Oh fuck, YEAH! She NEVER goes after my balls!"
I silently chuckled... what's up with women? My wife detests balls, considering them the most idiotic things. And hairy balls are the worst of all. They just have no clue...
I caressed his boys once more, attempting to extend some oral pleasure. However, I craved more time with his cock. I went back to his cockhead, then sucked it down as I massaged his nut sack with my hand. Nate's groans dissolved into unintelligible rumblings. He roughly massaged my shoulders with one hand, and mopped his sweaty hair with the other.
Damn, he was hot.
Wrapping my lips around his cockhead, I sucked as hard as I could, and began face fucking him. Nate's growls intensified, growing higher in pitch. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, and started passionate handjobs in unison with my mouth. His body thrashed violently, and he started bellowing out profanities. I increased my pace, bobbing up and down faster and faster on his shaft...
"I'M GONNA COME!" I understood he was providing me a warning for me to pull back. Nope. Not a chance would I ruin it for Nate... not for any guy. I ramped up, relentlessly sucking him down. I could feel his muscles tense, his balls contract...
And with a deafening, explosive cry that muffled my ears, he erupted like a geyser.
My mouth instantly became full, yet cum kept spewing out. Underestimating how large his load would be, I struggled to keep up with the torrential downpour. Ultimately, my mouth flew open as I vomited his spunk out savagely. Masses of hot sperm flowed over his dick, down onto his hairy pubes.
With a shock, we both attempted to catch our breath and regain equilibrium. Surprisingly, Nate gently ran his hands through my hair, tenderly caressing my scalp in white-hot gratitude. This tender gesture felt comforting. I allowed a moment to savor the sensation of cum still swimming in my mouth. Warm and salty, like sea water. The flavor had a peculiar... almost... nutty... taste to it? With a slight hint of... I don't know, chlorine. It tasted delectable, and the fact that Nate-another guy-had freely shared this very personal part of himself with me-another guy-triggered a warm, comforting feeling. Truly extraordinary.
Had Nate experienced the intensity of oral pleasure in return when I had him go down on me?
After a brief time, Nate eventually released me. "Too... too much." His voice came out breathy and strained. I obeyed, recalling that guys can be quite sensitive after they ejaculate. But I was too aroused to fully step back. Not when this amazing man's body was waiting to be enjoyed.
I changed my angle. Using my mouth, I chose to continue exploring him, lengthening my tongue with deliberate strokes up his body. I was utterly captivated by the texture of his pubic hair as I went up to his navel. The rough texture, totally unlike what I'd felt while with a woman. Nate's voice heightened... it was almost as if he was purring. My hands climbed up his torso, amazed by the tautness of his muscles, the power of his physique. Again, so different from anything I'd encountered with a lady.
I continued my licking journey up him, with the intention of kissing his nipples. That was something I liked, and I assumed he would too. My saliva mingling with his sweat. Then my tongue found something peculiar... I realized I'd accidentally encountered dried sperm. In this instant, I decided to clean him up, to relish the masculine flavor of his viscous liquid. Nate nodded in agreement, languidly slouching back on his arm and moaning, "Fuck me, pal. Fuck me."
As I sucked the decaying cum from his pecs, I added variety by rubbing my rough facial hair against them. Nate was hissing like a kettle nearing boil. I took hold of his nipples with my hands, pushing them hard into my mouth one by one. With his free arm, Nate responded in kind, massaging my damp shoulders and vastly relishing the presence of my body. I closed my eyes and expanded my licking area, sighing from the savoring of the taste of him, admiring the aroma of his scent.
It occurred to me that I was exploring a novel area, one I'd never before contemplated. I found myself heading right for his armpits, revelling in the aroma every step closer I took. And I was unable to resist the primal urge that overcame me. I moved onto his armpits. How I wish I could turn back the clock to when I would've considered it entirely revolting.
Fuck.
Directly, I thrust my face into his dense foliage. Smelling it now was akin to striking lightning throughout my universe. I could not fucking believe it – I shoved my way into his armpit. Holy fuck... and there I was, immersing my face deep in the hairiest of my friend's armpits.
And I proceeded to push my tongue through the tangle, just like I had with his balls.
Nate was lost in a near-trance, his eyes half-closed and almost falling shut. His entire body reacted intensely to my actions. Movements of my tongue sent waves of delight through him. Nate roared out in agonizing pleasure.
Finally, I stopped and raised my head. In wild sexual hunger, I kissed him, slamming my lips against his as if we each desired to eat the other's spirit. I straddled him and we savagely making out.
Our hands ripped at our clammy skin.
And then it occurred to me. When pressed together, I could feel our erections grind against each other within our hairy groins. A distorted sword battle. I had been rock hard the entire time, but it was plain to see that, despite having just released the cum of a lifetime, he was craving more intimate contact as well.
God, I adored his cock.
Without hesitation, I stood, kneeled down, and took him into my mouth again. Nate bellowed like a woman. I spat his cock out, then sanctimoniously buried my face in his sack. I could taste the stream of seed he'd freshly ejaculated, and immediately began scraping my tongue down his perineum.
As I feasted on his balls, I dipped lower... only to cause Nate to convulse.
What the Hell was that?
I attempted the same maneuver, licking on the underside of his balls. His entire body shook again, and Nate howled like a wild animal. My god. It had hit a sweet spot for him. I grabbed his balls with my hand and pushed my entire face down below them, trawling my tongue heavily on his underside. With every movement of my tongue, Nate climbed even higher. I continued advancing further...
As I was lost in the overwhelming scent of Nate's balls, I was shocked by a sudden surge of intensity. The smell transformed from pleasurable to intense, becoming deeper and more earthy. Suddenly, I realized I was about to reach Nate's anus. I could distinctly recall the aroma from the day before when we had sex. It was a robust mix of male grooming products and undeniable masculinity, accompanied by a hint of bodily odor.
This intense sensation was completely new to me, causing me to shiver uncontrollably. A primal part of my brain went haywire, drowning out any other thoughts.
So, I quickly pulled Nate close and pressed my face against his hairy ass, taking in every bit of it like it was mylast breath.
Nate cried out in complete confusion, "What the fuck are you doing?!?"
Unable to respond, I planted my lips against his anus and kissed it passionately. He got caught off guard by the sudden intimacy, and his groans filled the room. My tongue darted inside his anus, feeling him open up under my touch. I sucked greedily on his ass, trying to get as much of it in my mouth as possible. My nose was filled with the raw smell of his butt, erasing any logical thought. I started licking up and down his crack, before locking my lips again on his anus, violently shaking my head side to side. Roughing up his skin with my beard.
Nate's cries grew louder and angrier. His hand gripped my head forcefully, trying to bring me fully into his anus. His screams could have reached our neighbours across the street. We were consumed by a primal hunger, mindlessly indulging in masochistic pleasure.
There was no escape from this uncontrollable urge. I had to release the intense emotions burning deep within me. So, I violently pulled away from Nate's anus, and swooned back onto my knees. Cupping my hands, I spat out as much saliva as possible and rubbed it onto my ragingly hard penis.
Without warning, I pressed the base of my shaft against his anus, and thrust in with ruthless determination.
Nate roared as if a train had derailed right next to us. Terrified and in pain, he futilely tried to stop me. Unfortunately, before I could retreat, I accidentally hurt him. I couldn't undo what I had done.
Feeling horrible about what had happened, I immediately pulled out, and spat some saliva directly onto his anus. I rubbed it in and positioned him again. I started pushing slowly and deliberately, trying to ease him into the experience. I could feel Nate's muscles relax under my hands, mirroring my own crotch's reaction with arousal.
To strengthen this connection, I wrapped his leg around my neck. Softly stroking it, I traced patterns on his ankle with my fingertips. Once comfortable, I wrapped his other leg around my waist. I could feel our bodies coiling together, our skin sensually touching each other.
To further indulge in this foreign experience, I swirled my tongue around his toes. He cried out as if his soul had been ripped out, but his bodily reactions spoke of pleasure. Encouraged, I sucked each one of his toes one by one. Nate cried out again, but it was quieter this time, as if he was almost welcoming it. His body had unclenched, and I could feel his anus relax. My lips broadened excitedly, and, with a throaty groan, I started pushing back into him.
I still couldn't believe how tight and responsive his anus felt. It moved like a warm, moist pussy, gripping me like nothing ever had. I thrust into him, the sensation driving me wild. Pleased by our performance, Nate started following my lead, clenching down then releasing his grip on my member.
Both overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience, we were practically screaming in unison.
I yelled out, "Look at me, Nate! Look at me!" Overcome with excitement, our chests were heaving, and eyes locked, we started thrusting rhythmically. I feel like I'm going to burst! Each time I drove into him, I felt the entire room shudder around me.
Grasping onto his leg, I held him tight as I lost control, making sure the wreckage of our muscles and bodies crashed together. I hammered my hips against his again and again, sending waves of intense power through his sore flesh. I could feel his body bucking under me, his grunts of pleasure turning into desperate cries. At that moment, I knew this was the greatest sensations I'd ever felt.
Nate found himself in a different dimension, feeling a wave of sensations he had never encountered. Yet, he glanced up, locking eyes with me. Suddenly, everything became clear. This wasn't just about raw enjoyment; it was about raw enjoyment with Nate. A connection, a bond deeper than any I'd ever encountered. So, I simply looked at him. At his hairy, muscular form before me, dripping in sweat. My cock fully inserted in his furry anus. With a mutual expression in our eyes that cannot be expressed through words.
It felt like the universe was imploding.
I pushed into his ass with relentless force, faster than I believed possible. And then again. And once more. Desperate for release.
Ourduration was brief, driven by pressure. We both cried out. The strength of Nate's head thrusted back, his body convulsing, releasing cum onto every surface. His ass clamped down hard on my dick, causing me to explode like a hyperactive fire hydrant. My entire body rattled from my release.
I unsteadily collapsed onto him, him panting intensely into my ear. For several minutes, I could sense his buttocks clenching my cock repeatedly, draining me of every drop of cum. Afterward, I pressed my face against his, giving him an intense kiss.
Holy cow, was I drained.
However, my body and mind clamored for more.
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