Baz has played at the club since he was 14. The first time I saw him he was sat outside the pavilion in his school uniform. He was a clever lad who attended the town's grammar school. A school were your parents pay for you to attend. I remember thinking he's cute. Being just a year younger than me I was hoping that we could get down to some boy on boy sex. But at 15 I was not yet out and did not know how to approach him. I must point out that a had been using the club myself for about 6 years to watch the games. It was not until I was 18 that I started there as a barman and another two years before I became Steward.
By the time I was 20 when I first got the job as Steward. Baz was a regular on the club's second cricket team. He was put on the firsts occasionally but was not quite good enough for that standard. At the time he was one of my favourite wank fantasies. No, sorry he was my number one wank fantasy. We would always have a laugh together and got on great but I did not know how to approach him. Baz always attended the club functions and was well known for taking a girl outside for a quick kiss and cuddle. So I just presumed he was straight.
I had been steward for about a year and one day just before the game was about to start. I had a job to move a video quiz machine to a different part of the club. It was still half an hour before opening time and no one was in the bar part of the building. I went outside to find someone to help me lift the heavy machine the 20 or so feet it needed to be moved.
Some of the players were changed ready for the game. The visiting team had just arrived in their cars. Some were having a quick practice before the start and others were stood around talking. As luck would have it, Baz, who was already changed was walking down towards me.
"Hey Baz", I said, "Can you give me a lift for a minute".
"Sure", he responded and followed me into the club. I locked the door behind us and followed him through the bar into the main members' room.
"How's it going", I asked. Making small talk.
"Great", he said, "looking forward to the game".
"Should be a good one. Moorside are tough opponents", I said.
"I think we will win", he announced.
Anyway he helped me move the machine with ease and we put it down in it's new location. I looked through the window.
"Tegs is going out for the toss", I told him.
Tegs was the second team captain. He was slightly overweight. Some people thought he maybe gay. I wasn't so sure and anyway he was older (30) and not my type anyhow.
"Oh him", he said disdainfully, "He's fat and he's gay and I hate him".
I don't know why but I suddenly decided to take this opportunity to come out to him. I had only told a few people, apart from the lads I had had sex with. Of the one's I had told they took it okay and I was gradually letting more people know.
"I'm gay", I revealed.
He looked at me and smiled.
"You're Joking", he said not believing me.
"No", I said seriously.
"No, you're not", he hit back.
"Yes I am", I said looking at him directly.
"Prove it", he said in a challenging manner.
I reached out and quickly felt his soft cock through his white pants. I withdrew my hand.
"That doesn't prove anything", he said softly.
I pointed down the room for him to follow me where nobody good see in. Looking him directly in the eyes, trying to work out his reaction, I reached out and slide my hand inside the elasticated waist of his cricket pants. I began to lightly feel him up. His cock began to come to life. I continued to rub it till it was fully hard. Neither of us spoke during this period but I did not stop looking him in the eyes. My hard was enjoying rubbing his now erect cock and balls. As he did not stop me it became obvious he was getting pleasure from what I was doing. My own cock was causing quite a bulge in my pants and eventually reached out and felt it. Although I was into what I was doing I knew we did not have much time, the game was about to start and I had to open the bar.
"Let's wank each other off", I said.
He quickly agreed and we undid our pants allowing them to fall to the floor. We dropped our underwear and our hands wrapped around each others cock.
Me being left handed and him right was a bit of a problem as our arms kept bumping at first but we stood slightly off and we were soon into a rhythm. We both came almost simultaneously in one of the fastest wanks I had ever had. I did not want to stop but I had work to do and the other players would be looking for him.
"Go and see if you are batting or bowling", I said.
I let him and unfortunately they were fielding so he had to spend the next 2 and a half hours on the pitch.
I had one hour on the bar before we were fully staffed and I could take a break. The hour passed by very slowly. When I did get out I was pleased to see him fielding on the boundary at the far end of the pitch. Slowly I casually walked round the edge of the pitch. As I walked round it was Baz's turn to bowl an over. So I spoke to one or two people as I made my way round. Baz took a wicket in the over so it took even longer for him to return to his fielding position on the boundary. As I approached him one of the spectators walking round in the opposite direction stopped to congratulate him on taking the wicket. I began to think I would never get to speak to him. But the spectator moved on soon and I had a minute or so between balls to grab a quick word.
"Did you enjoy that", I asked hopefully.
"Yer. I like taking wickets", he replied sarcastically.
"No I meant did you enjoy what we just did", I responded.
"I know what you meant", he said as he hurried in to retrieve the ball.
He returned to his fielding position. There was just one ball left in the over before he was required to bowl again. He said nothing. The last ball was bowled. I just stood there watching him. Just before he ran in to his bowling mark he turned to me.
"It was fucking fantastic", he whispered.
Happy I continued to walk round. Later in the innings I walked past again he gave me a wink and a smile and I carried on past.
During the tea interval I managed to grab a quick word on the side.
"Fancy a replay sometime", I asked
"Are you any good at blowjobs", he replied.
"The best", I told him.
"You will have to show me", Baz responded.
We agreed that as they had to meet at the club for an away game at Droylsden the day after. He would come down early. He said he would call me in the morning.