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A Summer in the MLB, Chapter Three
The next day Lucas was at the stadium hours before the expected arrival of the players. The long-time honcho of the locker room was a guy named Rusty. He was quite a character and had been with the team for years. He played minor league ball, was a manager in the minors for a while, and had taken his present job years ago. Rusty was maybe sixty, but Lucas was not good at guessing age. He was still in good shape, standing erect, carrying a little more weight than in his youth, with salt and pepper hair. He was a fixture around the place and always seemed to be there. That's for a good reason. He actually had an apartment at the stadium behind the locker room.
Rusty showed Lucas his locker and gave him a Bobcat uniform to wear. There wasn't much for Lucas to do. He performed the few tasks given him, and he sat on a bench against the wall and watched the players as they drifted in. First were two pitchers, seasoned relievers. Then a long-time catcher. Soon the room was filled with players, talking as they dressed for warm up and then the game. Lucas was absorbing it all. There were gregarious back slappers and quiet ones. Some were playful and others were serious. Lucas knew them all by name and was thrilled to see them in person in a different and unique environment.
In the middle of all this, his favorite player and idol came in, Caleb Thomas. Lucas watched him. He was friendly and showed the wit that he had exhibited in TV interviews. Caleb stood with his back to Lucas as he stripped off his clothes.
Lucas was an experienced cocksucker and looking at a naked male always caused a stir in him. but he did not expect the sight of Caleb undressing to cause such a reaction in him. Lucas' eyes were riveted on Caleb's naked body. He looked like a Greek god. Powerful and proportioned legs, rounded ass below a small waist, and then a muscular back that widened to broad shoulders. Lucas's cock grew thicker. Caleb turned around, and Lucas saw paradise. Well-formed pecs, a six-pack of ab muscles, and a long thick cock that hung well below hairless balls. Caleb put on his jock strap, tucked his junk into the pouch, and pulled on his pants. Lucas' dick was now in full erection.
"Shit" he said to himself, embarrassed that his excitement might be seen by others.
To make things worse, Caleb looked up and noticed Lucas sitting on the bench against the wall. He walked over shirtless to talk with him. Lucas instinctively stood up, his 6' 2" shorter than Caleb's 6' 4". As he stood up, he pushed his hard dick aside in hopes that it would not be seen by Caleb or anyone else, and stood with his hands crossed in front of his crotch.
"You are a new face. Did you get called up?" asked Caleb, thinking he was called up from the minor leagues.
Lucas laughed and said, "I wish. I played high school baseball but didn't impress the scouts. I've got a summer job here before going to college."
They exchanged names. Caleb said "I could tell you were a ballplayer." Then he leaned forward and said in a quieter voice "Too bad you are not on the team. I am closer to your age than I am to most of the players here." He was right. The team was aging and the management was stingy. They didn't buy talent. They hoped to develop it in their farm teams, but that was a slow process.
As Caleb walked away, Lucas decided that this was the best day of his life. His baseball idol knew his name and talked with him as if he were a friend. The day would only get better.
There was nothing really for Lucas to do during the game, so Rusty assigned him to sit by the watercooler at the end of the dugout and make sure they didn't run out of paper cups. It was not really a job, but it was a great seat to watch the game and also witness the action in the dugout.
During the fourth inning, Caleb walked to the end of the dugout but didn't get water. He sat down next to Lucas and said, "Tell me your story."
Lucas told him that he played baseball in high school, was a successful pitcher, but his fastball didn't impress the scouts. He was off to college in September. He liked school, and thought of being a lawyer like his father.
Caleb's response was unexpected. He said he envied Lucas. He said he was a good student with intellectual curiosity in high school, but he chose baseball when he was drafted. He did not go to college. It was a decision that proved to be a good one, because at twenty-one he is in the majors with money in his pocket, but he knew that he had missed the whole college experience. Caleb said he tried to read to expand his mind, and that he just started a new book by a respected but lesser-known novelist.
Lucas nearly gasped when he heard this. He said "That's one of the books on my summer reading assignment. I am in the honors college, and we'll study it in the fall semester."
Caleb said, "Good. We can talk about it." Then Caleb slapped Lucas's knee, gave it a firm squeeze and walked away.
Lucas was captivated. His baseball idol had a dimension that he never knew. Caleb had a body and a mind that Lucas admired. His cock was hard again.
Rusty was always around but was rarely noticed. He liked it that way. He appeared after Caleb left and stood at the end of the dugout with Lucas, looking at the field. They watched the next two innings together. Rusty was a master at cursing. He could get more "fucks" and "shits" into one sentence better than anyone. He also used "son-of-a-bitch," "cocksucker," "motherfucker'" and "shithead' as terms of endearment, not as insults. The two of them watched Caleb hit a double, and Rusty yelled out "Way to hit, your cocksucker." Then he turned to Lucas and said "That cocksucker is one hell of a hitter."
Lucas still had a hard cock in his pants because Caleb had talked to him. He heard Rusty's comments and said to himself, "Cocksucker. I wish."
The Bobcats won the game and Caleb was outstanding. The players were quick to shower, dress, and leave. Lucas' task was to gather up any towels or uniforms left around and put them in the laundry hamper. The place was empty, and he had the okay to use the showers, so he stripped down, and headed to the shower with a towel around his waist and flip flops on his feet.
Lucas stood there, his body enjoying the rain of hot water running over his body, his mind again thinking of Caleb. Lucas' cock usually got hard in the shower. It was a favorite place to jack off. Today his dick responded like always but it was heightened because of the image in Lucas' mind of Caleb's naked body.
The word "Hello" jolted Lucas out of his daydream. He opened his eyes and there was naked Caleb turning on the shower next to him. Lucas was frozen for a moment, standing with a hard cock in full view. An embarrassed Lucas turned his body to hide his erection.
Caleb said "I'm late leaving. I was interviewed by that big breasted blonde from Channel 4, and she would not quit with the questions. I think she is flirting with me."
Caleb soaped up his body, as Lucas rinsed the soap off of his, all the while trying to talk over his shoulder to hide his cock that was pointing up in the air. Lucas turned off the water and grabbed his towel. Holding the towel in front of his crotch, Lucas faced Caleb. It only made things worse watching a 6' 5" lean, muscular man rub his hands over his body, soap his cock and balls, and slide his soapy hands between his ass cheeks. Lucas's cock remained at full attention.
Lucas dried off with his back to Caleb. He turned with the towel in front of his erection and said goodbye. He dressed quickly and left. He was so sexually charged from his encounter in the shower that he rubbed his hand through his pants as he drove to his apartment. He stripped as he walked across the room before throwing himself on the sofa. He laid there with his hand slowly working his tool while he looked at the poster of Caleb.
The image of Caleb's cock was in his head. He imaged it hard, longer and thicker than he saw it today. Lucas jerked faster and opened his mouth to stimulate sucking on the baseball player's big dick. He pulled on his balls. He felt his eruption building deep within him. Now he thought of Rusty's "cocksucker" comment. He imaged Caleb's mouth on his dick, his lips running up and down his shaft. Then it came, shot after shot of cum hitting his stomach and chest. He kept his hand moving, although slower. The tidal wave had passed over him, and now he was softening. Finally, he lay there satisfied. His eyelids grew heavy and soon he was asleep.
Lucas woke with a crust of dried cum on his chest. He showered, dressed, ate breakfast, and settled in to read until he had to go back to the stadium for a 7:00 pm game. It was difficult. He was obsessed with Caleb.
When he got to the stadium that afternoon, he did the few chores assigned to him and sat down on his usual bench and watched as the players arrived, dressed, and went to the field to warm up. As Caleb walked in, he looked toward Lucas and waved him over. Lucas' heart leaped. Caleb wanted to talk about the novel that the two of them were reading. He was intrigued by the first chapter where the author ambiguously described the protagonist's character. Caleb wanted to know Lucas' thoughts.
They stood together three feet apart. Lucas had read the chapter and had opinions, but his response to Caleb was difficult. While Lucas' mind was attempting to give a comprehensible, cogent opinion, his eyes were watching Caleb undress. With his eyes Lucas examined up close the body he dreamed of, the body he jacked to at night.
Lucas wondered to himself, "Why is he doing this? Is he purposefully trying to arouse me? Does he know? Can he sense that I dream of him? Dream of touching him, holding him, sucking him?"
It was a torture of pure pleasure for Lucas, lustful pleasure. His eyes recorded everything. Caleb had short fine hair on his legs that disappeared above his knees. The hair started again at his crotch with brown straight hair surrounding his smooth ball sac and his limp cut cock. His dick was a tube, as thick at the base as it was where it met its head. Caleb's cockhead was large and full, at least a quarter of an inch thicker than the shaft.
Caleb's body was smooth. There was no treasure trail. Above the ripples of his six-pack abs were impressive hairless muscular pecs, and up close, Lucas could see his nipples. They stood out, erect, as if aroused. Lucas wanted to lean over right there and take them between his teeth and suck on them.
Caleb dressed from top to bottom, meaning that Caleb's cock hung there in Lucas' view as Caleb put on a tee and his uniform shirt. Lucas' cock was hard, and thankfully the baggy nature of his uniform pants disguised his excitement. Nevertheless, Lucas held his hands in front of his crotch. Finally, Lucas watched Caleb pull up his jock strap and tuck in his cock and balls, away and out of Lucas' sight. Caleb turned to get his pants and gave Lucas a close look at his ass cheeks. They were round and full with a hint of hair in the crack. At this point, Lucas looked away to calm himself.
The game was exciting and the teams well matched. There were three home runs by the Bobcats, and Lucas watched as the players celebrated with high-fives and slaps on the back at the other end of the dugout. In the six ending, Caleb walked down to the water cooler.
Caleb stood in front of Lucas and said "Let me hold your balls."
Lucas looked at Caleb with confusion and disbelief.
Caleb said "Let me see your balls" as he pointed to the two discarded baseballs that the umpires had thrown out, and the batboys had passed to Lucas. Lucas wanted them for souvenirs. Caleb's mischievous smile revealed that he understood the double meaning of his statement.
Caleb sat next to Lucas. Their legs touched. Caleb examined the balls and pointed out the cuts and scuffs, talking about how the tears in the leather affected the movement of the ball. Then he handed one of the balls to Lucas, and asked him to show him his grip for a fastball. Lucas wrapped his fingers around the ball.
Caleb began talking of a famous retired Bobcat fastball pitcher who had a powerful fastball thrown with an unorthodox grip. Then Caleb put both his hands around Lucas' fingers and showed him the grip. Lucas' could hardly comprehend what Caleb was saying. Lucas's body was full of electricity as Caleb cradled Lucas's hand between his own.
Then Caleb said, "You've got long fingers. That's good for a pitcher. Let me see your hand." Caleb put his hand up, and Lucas put his own up against it, as if they were doing a high-five. Caleb's hand was only slightly longer than Lucas.
Caleb stuck his leg out and put his foot on its heel. "Let's see your foot." Lucas put his leg out and positioned his foot beside Caleb.
Caleb asked, "What size?" Lucas replied that he was eleven and a half, and Caleb said he was thirteen.
Then Caleb slapped Lucas on the knee, stood up, and before walking away said, "Big hands. Big feet. You know what they say."
Lucas watched Caleb walk away and thought to himself, "Sure I know. Big hands. Big Feet. Big dick." Lucas' mind was in a muddle again. Caleb had made two vague sexual gestures. Was he teasing him, or was it just innocent conversation?
The game was over, and the players cleared out quickly as usual. Rusty had given Lucas an extra chore, so when Lucas was finished, the place was deserted. Lucas took advantage of it and showered, enjoying the hot water on his body and his soapy hand on his dick and balls. As it usually happened in the shower, Lucas' cock thickened, but this was not a place to play, so he finished his shower and stood before his locker drying his hair with a towel before dressing. His cock was still excited and hard.
Lucas turned around and across the locker room sitting on a bench with his elbows on his knees looking at Lucas was Caleb.
"Wow. You surprised me. I thought everyone was gone" said Lucas. This was the second time that Caleb had caught Lucas with a hardon, and Lucas again tried to hide it behind the towel he had wadded in his hand.
Caleb raised his hand revealing a cell phone and replied "I was half way home before I realized I left this." He continued sitting there looking at Lucas.
As Lucas dressed, Caleb said "You have an athlete's body. What are you going to do to keep in shape since you don't play baseball anymore?" Lucas replied he ran and had some weights, and he hoped to visit the gym regularly when college started.
Lucas's brain was reading sex into every encounter he was having with Caleb. He pondered the words "athlete's body." Caleb was admiring Lucas' physique, his muscles. Did it mean something more?
Then Caleb walked over and said "We need to hang out together. Give me your cell number and address." Lucas complied and then Caleb was gone. Lucas could not believe that Caleb Thomas, last year's rookie of the year, wanted to hang out with him. Lucas went home, stripped, laid on the floor, and jacked his cock, looking at his poster of Caleb, and dreaming of sucking his cock.
The Bobcats went on the road, and Lucas didn't travel with the team. Rusty had left a few things for him to do, but basically Lucas had six days free. He devoted time everyday to his mind and his body. He read, jogged, and lifted weights. He had food in the refrigerator for breakfast and lunch, and a few items to heat for dinner if he didn't order takeout from a place nearby. Every night we watched the Bobcats on television. Thoughts of Caleb had replaced Jack in Lucas' mind, and he would sit naked in front of the tube and jack his dick when Caleb was at bat. By the third day, Lucas' fist was not enough. He awoke with a desperate need for real sex. Against his vow to avoid the burger joint, he went there at the time that he knew Johnny's shift ended. Johnny was pleased to see him, and they walked back to Lucas's apartment.
Lucas said, "Your uncle was not happy that we were together the other day. He scared me."
"He can be mean, but don't worry. He is not around today," was Johnny's reply.
Lucas was intrigued about the young man who was so willing to go home with him to be fucked. From Johnny's talk, Lucas learned that he was in high school. Selling burgers was a summer job. He liked to skateboard. He regularly played video games with friends. What Lucas wanted to know but did not ask was about Johnny's sex life. He knew that Johnny's uncle fucked him. How young did it start? Did Johnny "mess around," as he called it, with guys his own age? And what about his family life? His father was deported for what? What did his uncle do for a living?
As the door closed to Lucas' apartment, he pulled Johnny into his arms and kissed him. It was passionate with tongues intertwined. Then Lucas told Johnny to undress him. Johnny put his hands on the bottom hem of Lucas's tee shirt and raised it, but he was too short to raise it over Lucas' head, so Lucas finished the task. Then Johnny dropped to his knees and unlaced Lucas' Nikes. He seems to enjoy touching and holding his bare feet. While still on the floor, Johnny reached up and grabbed the bottom of Lucas' shorts and pulled them down. He did the same for Lucas' underwear. He lifted each foot to free Lucas from his clothes, looked up at him, and opened his mouth. Lucas slid his hard dick into Johnny's willing mouth and he fucked it with slow short strokes as he held Johnny's head.
Lucas had penned up sexual energy and Johnny's mouth was so good. He could have climaxed easily. But Lucas wanted a long and enjoyable sex session. He pulled Johnny up and Lucas stripped him of his clothes. They embraced again, holding their naked bodies, and feeling their hard dicks pressed together. Then Lucas bent over, put his arm behind Johnny's knees and lifted him off the ground. Lucas was holding him in his two arms like you would hold a child. Lucas walked to the bedroom and placed him on the bed. He lay beside him, and the two touched and caressed each other's body. Johnny enjoyed Lucas' hands exploring his nakedness as he himself ran his fingers over Lucas's chest and stomach and held his big cock oozing precum. Johnny slid down and sucked on Lucas again. Then Lucas pulled Johnny up and sat him on Lucas' chest so that he could give Johnny a suck in return. Finally, Lucas positioned Johnny on his knees with his face on the mattress. Lucas entered him completely with one long stroke. To Lucas it was as wonderful as before. Johnny was excited that he was desired, that a beautiful muscular man wanted him this way.
Their fuck started. It was slow and graceful as if they were two dancers. Lucas moved his hips to push his cock up and down Johnny's canal, and with each thrust Johnny's body rocked on the bed. As the minutes went by, their passion built, and with that increase Lucas hunched faster while Johnny pushed back to help Lucas go deeper. Like before, Johnny started jacking his dick, wanting his hand and Lucas' cock to bring him to climax.
Johnny could hear Lucas' heavy breath as he fucked. Then Johnny begged Lucas to "Love me, love me, harder, harder."
They came together, and they shared their pleasure with each other by soft cries and moans. Lucas bent over and kissed the back of Johnny's neck. Johnny lowered himself to where he laid flat on the bed with Lucas atop of him. They stayed in the position for a long time until Lucas' limp and shrinking cock slipped out of Johnny's hole.
Sex with Johnny was good, and it released the built up tension in Lucas' body, but it was not a replacement for the emotional attaction that Lucas had for Caleb. Caleb seemed like a God from Mt. Olympus, coming to earth to walk among the mortals. He was a great baseball player. His body was like a Greek statue. He had charm and wit. He had a mind. And to completely overpower Lucas, Caleb showed an interest in Lucas. He wanted to talk with him. He wanted to know his thoughts and opinions. He wanted to be with him. On the fourth day apart, Caleb texted Lucas saying that he looked forward to seeing him when he got back. Lucas treasured the message, opening his phone over and over again to look at it. He read it out loud to himself. He waited anxiously for the team to come back.