Dodger Blue by Foxx
It was the bottom of the seventh inning. The Dodgers were winning seven to one. Most of the fans were well on their way to the parking lot. Steve Sax was up. It was 3 and 2, and he'd already fouled off three times in a row. It was starting to get a little boring, and my gaze wandered back to the cute kid a few rows ahead that I had been lusting after the past few innings or so. That's why I wasn't paying attention as the next foul ball he hit went almost straight up in the air and then came down straight at me. I saw it, but too late to react, and as I stood it hit me in the chest and I sprawled back into the next row. Two straw hatted security guards were there in a few seconds, helping me to my feet. They asked me if I was alright, and I said it only hurt a little and I was OK, but they said I should go get some first aid, anyway. I'm not sure, but I think the crowd gave me a hand as they led me up and out of the stands.
We went through an unmarked door, and down a long hall towards a door that said, "TRAINERS ONLY". As we approached, the door opened up and I drew in a breath as one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen appeared. He was about 6 feet 2, blond, handsome rugged face, very muscular arms and chest bulging through his shirt. "I saw what happened on the TV screen. Bring him in here..." They left me with him, and closed the door behind them as he helped me to a table, and sat me on it.
"My name is Dean. How are you feeling?" I introduced myself, and said I was feeling OK, but he wanted to be sure. He placed his hand lightly on my left pectoral, and said, "This where the ball hit ya? Take off your shirt and let's have a look at it..." I pulled my t- shirt over my head, and he felt my chest again with his strong but gentle hand. "This hurt?" I told him it did a little, and he said, "Yeah, I bet it does, you have quite a bruise there." He had no idea how much his touch was helping. "I think I have something that might make it feel better..."
He reached down into the little draw in the table and took out a tube, and put some of the cream in his palm. Then he started to massage it into the area right below my left pectoral. My cock was so hard by this time that it was about to rip right through my jeans. I was sure he looked right at my crotch and saw it. "There... how does that feel?" It felt cold and took some of the ache away. "It's mineral ice. Now, hurt any place else? How about when you fell back into the seats?" Pain was the furthest thing from my mind right now, but I told him that my right hip was a little sore. "I can help you with that too... If you'd like, take off your pants and lie down on the table on your stomach."
I stood up, removed my tennies, and then pulled off my jeans. My shorts were tenting out as far as the big top at the Circus. I got back up on the table and layed down. He asked me again exactly where it hurt, then put a little oil on his palm and started a slow, easy massage with both his hands, around my hip, and then my ass, and reaching around my legs and teasing my crotch. "Feelin' better?" I told him that it felt real good, and not to stop. With his hands still on my ass, he looked straight in my eyes and asked me to turn over. I did immediately, and his eyes went straight to the hard cock in my shorts. He touched my cock through the material and I moaned softly. With that, he pulled down my shorts and buried my cock in his face. He sucked my cock all the way down, went back to the tip and swallowed it all the way again. While he was doing this, he had taken his cock out and was beating it off. After a few minutes, he stepped out of his pants, pulled my shorts all the way off, and got up on the table with me straddling my legs. His cock was as beautiful as the rest of him, about 6 inches long, pretty thick, cut and perfectly shaped. He grabbed his dick again and then bent over and went back to work on mine. Every time I got close he pulled back and let it subside. After about 15 minutes, he took some of the massage oil and oiled up his hard cock, then lifted my legs over my head and drilled into my ass all the way. He stayed in for a little while, then slowly started to fuck in and out, slowly picking up the tempo until finally he was fucking really hard and fast. He was sweating hard and the aromas in the room alone would have been enough to make me come. I had my hand on my cock, and was jerking myself to his rhythm. Finally, he started to moan, and fucked in and out hard once... twice... and then a third time fucked in hard and yelled "OH SHIT!" and filled my ass with cum as I exploded all over him at the same time.
We both layed on the table for a few minutes, until he glanced over at the TV and said, "Hey! The games almost over and the team'll be wandering through here any minute. We'd better get cleaned up and dressed!" As we were getting dressed, he again asked me if I was OK, then said, "Next time you're here at the stadium, why dont you drop by so that I can check you out to make sure there were no complications!" I assured him I would and walked out the door and back to the main stadium area.
As I was heading towards the exit, I heard a voice calling me. I turned around to see the cute kid I had been looking at when the ball hit me. He ran up to me and handed me the ball, telling me he retreived it after I was hit, but he thought I deserved to have it, and waited out here to give it to me. Then he asked me if I could give him a lift, as the friends he had come with had already gone. I said sure, and led him to my car...
GO DODGERS!
On the way out of the parking lot, he told me that his name was Billy, and that he was almost sixteen. He lived not too far away from where I did, and all the way home we talked about Baseball and the Dodgers. He said his favorite player was Oral Herschieser, and wished that he could get to see him pitch in the game that was coming up on Saturday, but that it was sold out and, being a home game, wouldn't be on TV. I said, "Well, it'll be on my TV! I have Dodgervision!" Upon hearing that, Billy got all excited and practically begged me to let him come over Saturday afternoon to watch the game. I, of course, as nonchalantly as I could, said sure!
Billy showed up that Saturday afternoon just in time for the pre-game show. I didn't think it would have been possible, but the kid looked even hotter than he did the other day at the stadium! He was wearing very short cut-off jeans, a t-shirt cut-off below the pecs and tennies with no socks. In the tight cutoffs, his almost sixteen year old basket was bulging out proudly. I think he smiled as he saw me look at it. The TV was already on, and we sat down together on the couch to watch the game.
About two innings, two Old Cokes and two bowls of popcorn later, Vince Sculley was talking about the various injuries some of the players had sustained over the season. (Yes, I know, Vinnie does not announce on Dogervision. But REAL Dodger fans turn the TV sound off, and listen to him on the radio!) Anyway, he mentioned that one of the Atlanta players was playing with a slight groin injury. Billy turned to me and said, "Groin injury. That means he hurt his balls, doesn't it?" I said yes. "I bet that must hurt alot!" he said. I asked him how did he know, had he ever been hurt there? "No, not really," he said, "but once when we were in gym my friend got hit in the balls with a baseball. He said if he hadn't been wearing a jock, he'd have died! You should have seen the black and blue mark!" You saw it, I
asked? All of a sudden, he acted like he remembered you're not supposed to go around telling people you've looked at your buddy's balls, and got a little red in the face. "Well, uh... I mean..." he stammered. I assured him that it was OK, that when guys were buddies they share things like that. His face lit up a little, and he said, "Gee. Do you mean that?" I said sure, that's OK when guys are by themselves. He was real quiet for a minute, then asked me in a real serious voice, "Are we buddies?"
Billy scooted over closer to me on the couch, and said, "I never met a grownup before who understood so well. Can I tell you a secret? Last year, I had a friend I used to hang out with alot. Both his parents worked, so we got to be alone in his house together. We used to play games like doctor, and undress for each other all the time. But he moved away, and now I don't have anybody to do that with anymore." I asked him what sort of things did they do when they undressed? "If I show you, and do them to you, will you do them to me, too?" I said, sure, that's what buddies were for!
"OK," Billy said, standing up. "I'm the doctor and you've come to me for a check-up. Take off your shoes and socks, and your shirt." I did. He came over to me, and put his ear to my chest. "Heart sounds OK," he said. Then he started to feel my chest all over, massaging my pecs and playing with my chest hair. "Lift your arms, please. Pit inspection." I did as he asked, and he felt my arm pits, pressing in with his fingers. Then he put his nose right into my arm pit and breathed in my man sweat, obviously enjoying the smell.
"OK. Now, open your pants and pull them down, please." Looking straight into the face of this gorgeous almost sixteen year old kid, I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my 501's and pushed them down to my ankles. "Good," he said. He felt my rock hard cock through my shorts, grabbing and sqeezing it. Then he reached into my shorts, cupped my balls in his hand, and said, "Cough, please." I coughed for him. "Again please." After I coughed again, he said, "Hmmm... this requires closer examination..." and pulled my shorts down. Still holding my balls, with his other hand he stroked my hard cock, and then put his hand around it and started to jerk me off. Both of his hands now being occupied, I took this advantage to grab his t-shirt and pull it off over his head. Then, while he was still jerking my cock, I asked him if they ever used their mouths on one another. He said, "Yeah, sure. We used to suck each other all the time. I'll suck you, if you suck me first."
We got naked, and the kid layed back on the couch. I sat on the floor next to it, and started to feel his body all over, his smooth flat chest and tummy, his long thin legs. Finally, impatiently he said he, "C'mon, suck me!" His cock was hard and ready! It was about 5 inches long, kind of thin and uncut. I took it in all in one gulp, and the kid moaned out loud. I started sucking up and down for all I was worth, and I started to play with his asshole with my finger. "What are you doing to my hiney?" Do you like it, I asked? "I don't know... don't stop..." he said. I continued sucking on his teenage rod and finally worked my finger into his ass a little. He moaned again and pushed his body down on my finger. I pushed in deeper, and started to finger fuck him in and out as I was sucking him. After only about ten seconds of this, he yelled "FUCK!" and filled my mouth with his pent-up come.
While he was still recovering, I climbed on top of him and moved my cock toward his beautifull little boy face. He opened his mouth wide, and I put it in and he started to suck. I told him to use a lot of spit, get it good and wet. I was very close to coming. I pulled out and very fast lifted his legs and put them on my shoulders, and aimed my cock at his virgin asshole. He said, "Wait.. I don't know if I can do this..." but I was already doing it, and he was moaning again very
loud by the time I was all the way in. I slowly started to pull out and fuck in again, and he grabbed me and pulled me tightly to him. I was trying to hold back, but that did it for me, and I fucked in and out about two more times and exploded inside him.
We laid together for a minute, and he said, "Boy, that was great. You just fucked me, right?" I said yes. "Can I do that to you?" I noticed he was still hard between us, so I got off, motioned for him to get up, and then I laid down on the couch on my stomach, and arched up my ass a little for him. He spit on his hands, applied it to his beautiful little cock, climbed on top of me and tried to put it in. I had to help him aim, and when he got it in, he started to fuck really fast. He came out a few times, but got it back in again, and finally started to yell so loud that I thought the neighbors would hear, "FUCK! FUCK!" and then "AAAAAAAAARGH!" as he came up my ass.
Then he just jumped right off and sat next to the couch on the floor, still naked. We talked for a few minutes, and then he said, "Do you know what an enema is? My friend wanted to do that with me, but I was too scared...
(To be continued...)