Getting to First
There are some days that Im absolutely certain that I hate him. Of course, there are several moments of everyday without being the whole day that I swear I hate him. But that's not why I'm squatting in a circle of red clay and white chalk waiting to have 60 mile per hour baseballs hurled at my chest by a machine. I'm doing that because I find him unbelievably irresistible.
Damn him. Damn his sexy smile those beautiful soft amber eyes that perfect tight ass. Did I say that out loud? I guess not since no one's looking at me strangely. Damn him for getting me to agree to wear catcher's gear and squat down behind home plate in 100-plus degree weather in August in Texas.
Oh, well, he did say I could name my price for doing this for him...
I know he's grumbling about the heat who the hell isn't. Tonight is important to me, so he agreed. Yes, it's hot. Yes, there are other things I can think of to raise money for my foundation that don't involve being outside in August in Texas. But this is supposed to be fun, dammit!
He'll get his reward when we get home tonight. He just hasn't told me what he wants yet...
So unfair - it's his damn baseball game and he's sitting on his ass in the dugout. He only played 2 innings something about pulling his hamstring the other day when working out. Hamstring, my ass - if he wants his hamstring pulled never mind, you don't want to hear that, do you?
Just let me get through this damn game without dying of heat stroke and then when I get him alone, I'll teach him about leaving the game early. And his performance in the home run derby - come on, they gave him points for where his helmet and bat landed when he pretended to throw a temper tantrum.
I waved at him when he got up to bat this time. I told him earlier that I was only going to play a little make my necessary appearance and then hide out as much as possible. Knowing me, I'l end up playing again before the game is over. Just so I can torture him again by playing first base and therefore doing all my stretches and stuff right in front of his dugout.
Yeah, I know I'm damn tease. It's one of my better qualities. Ask him, hell tell you all about it. Of course, once you ask him a question you'd better be really ready to listen for a while. You never get away with a simple yes or no answer from Brett. I think he's incapable of answering anything without it seeming like an essay.
Well, here it is the 7th inning and look whos decided to return to the field. Good thing for him that this isn't a normal baseball game he'd be breaking all kinds of rules. Hmmm, that might be something I can use when we get home later. Okay, my turn to bat what are the odds that I can get a hit and end up standing over there next him for a while?
Well, would you look at that - I actually can hit the ball and make it to first base. And later, I'll make it with the first baseman. Shhh, I don't want to let him in on what I think I want as my reward for this display of fish out of water athleticism that I'm exhibiting tonight.
I had to congratulate him for getting a hit. Okay, so maybe I didn't need to pat his ass for quite that long maybe I shouldn't have squeezed it when I did. But he didn't have to reciprocate either. No, I'm not complaining. I just wished that the initial contact would've been a little more gentle he knows that I'm hurting back there.
Somehow, I think I just made matters worse when I winced at his touch. Now he's rubbing his hand up and down over the left side of my ass and thigh. It feels so good he really should stop, but I don't want him to.
Sliding into Second
Well, at least the game is finally over. Yeah, I ended up sitting out the last two innings. Actually, it was more like I was squirming on the bench because I couldn't do a damn thing about how tight a certain area of my uniform now was. Again, it's all his fault. Well, it might be a tiny bit my fault as well. But if he didn't look so damn hot in those tight pinstriped pants...
Look at him, taking his time to sign autographs for all the fans kids, adults, screaming girls. If they only knew him like I do...
Hey, I have a right to be in a good mood. My team came from behind to win 9-8 in the bottom of the 9th. Okay, so that means that Brett's team had to lose. He'll get over it - I'll make sure of that. He was kidding me earlier that all the attention I'm getting tonight is going to give me a swelled head he wouldve know exactly how true that statement was if his hand had been rubbing over the front of my pants instead of the back.
Well, it certainly took him long enough to get ready to go. He flashed me a shy grin when he looked up and saw me standing by the car. Along the way as he walked to the car he stopped to sign several more autographs he even made a grandiose gesture out of signing a rather buxom girls chest. He winked at me when he smoothed her shirt across her well-developed rack and I'm certain by the giggles and squeals from the girl and her friends they thought the wink was for them.
He looks bored standing there by the car. I just want to get him home so we can finally be alone for a while. He always tells me that I'm a shameless flirt no shit, how the hell do you think I got his attention? Before I can get to the car, I'm cut off by a couple of girls. One of them asks me to autograph the shirt she's wearing. I have an image of being Dallas most eligible bachelor to maintain here -so I straighten up the way the fabric stretches across her rather ample chest and I scrawl my name across the white cotton. She is positively beaming as she watches my handwriting appear on her. After taking a couple of pictures with them, I finally make it to the car.
Did I already tell you that there are parts of everyday that I hate him? Right now is one of them. Yes, I'm glad that were finally heading toward that huge ass building he calls a house. Yes, of course, I want to be alone with him so that we can screw each other into a sweet oblivion until we decide it's time to crawl out of bed for food or a shower or who the fuck cares? But right now I hate him because after making me wait for a small eternity, he's teasing me while he drives.
Goddamn, Mike, do you really have to move your fingers in those squeezing little circles right there? Do you want me to make a mess of the nice leather seats in your latest automotive toy? Keep rubbing your fingertips over my thighs and crotch and see what happens - I'll be shooting off like Old Faithful.
He finally turned the car into his driveway. Then he has to tell me were home. Gee, thanks as if I couldn't figure that one out for myself. Michael, just wait until I get you into the damn house; you will definitely wish you hadn't teased me all this time.
As if the throbbing bulge in his pants werent clue enough, the relieved expression on his face tells me he's definitely glad to be home. I guess I'm a little less anxious to be here because he still hasn't told me what I was going to have to pay him for his agreeing to the game today. Knowing Brett, he's most likely going to want to do something very kinky. I had to wear long sleeves for a week after the last time we were together, but if he asked me I'd let him cuff me to the bed again.
We hardly had the door locked before he started dragging me upstairs to the bedroom. Once we made it to my room, he flopped on the middle of the bed and got comfortable against the pillows. He used the remote to turn on the stereo and then calmly ordered me to strip.
He gave me this doe-eyed innocent look when I told him to strip. Damn, you'd think I'd never saw him naked before. Slowly he starts working his shirt off and drops it on the floor. The more he relaxes into the rhythm of the music the better the show gets. Damn it, I want to hate him when he's teasing me like this, but all I end up doing is wanting him even more. I told him to stop when he was standing in front of me in nothing more than a pair of red silk boxers. I can tell that he's just about as excited as I am by the way the silk is tented out away from his body. Damn, him, I'm torturing myself by sitting here staring at him in those damn shorts.
I called him over to the bed - and like a child eager to please their parent he obeys - I couldn't hide my grin as he limped toward me in response to his sore hamstring and raging hard-on. His breath caught in his throat for a second when I pulled a pair of handcuffs out of my pocket.
I should've known that he was gonna have those fuckin' cuffs with him. No, I'm not complaining, really, I'm not. He snapped the cuffs on me and then forced me to bend over the end of the bed. The position I'm in now isn't exactly helping my strained hamstring any and he damn well knows it. I'd just started to say something about it when I felt him start to inch my shorts down to bare my ass. Then he has the audacity to ask me if I think I deserve to be punished for teasing him earlier. Well, no, actually I was enjoying it and from the bulge I was feeling grow in his jeans he was too so what's the big fucking problem?
Well, I guess I didn't voice my opinion fast enough because I can feel his hands rubbing over my ass and I know exactly what he's going to do to me now. Yeah, yeah, whatever, I know you want me to count every last one of them. What else is new? You know, there are some days that I think he hates me.
Damn it, that hurt...sone...ouch...two...Brett, can't we talk about this...three
You'd think I'd really hurt him the ways hes bawling and begging for me to stop. I mean I only gave him twenty ten to each side - I really have done worse before. And if he didnt look so damn hot as he twisted and turned, moving that tight and now slightly red ass of his all around in front of my face, I would've given him more. I stepped back and watched as he slid from the bed and onto his knees. I almost felt bad for spanking him when I saw those tears streaming down his face - almost.
There are those innocent eyes of his again. I hate it when he looks at me like that. No, actually I don't. Sometimes it does make me feel like how some of those sex-scandal priests should feel though. You know, like I'm corrupting an innocent young choir boy or something. But Mike isn't a choir boy and as long as Ive known him, especially like this, I know he's far from innocent.
Here I am eye level with Brett's hard on and I'm just looking at it. I want to do more than just look at it, but I'm on my best behavior right now. He just asked me if I thought I deserved to suck his cock well, whether I deserve it or not, I damn well want to. I can't choke back a small giggle when he brushed the head of it against my nose before rubbing across my lips. He then reminds me that I'm not to use my teeth unless I want my ass set on fire again.
Oh, my fucking God! I know that I've said that there are times when I hate him, right now isn't one of them. He's so beautiful right now on his knees with his hands cuffed behind his back and his mouth sliding up and down over every inch of my hard-on. Those super-soft and unbelievably pink lips of his moving ever so greedily along my shaft and his tongue hammering against the underside and over the head is almost enough to make me forget that I don't want to cum in his mouth.
He whimpers like a kid who's just had their favorite toy taken away as I pull out of his mouth. Those big brown eyes of his are pleading with me to let him finish what he started and as much as I don't want to, when his tongue darted out to wipe the sweat away from his top lip, I couldn't refuse him. It didn't take too much longer for me to start fucking his mouth with all I have. I couldn't help but smile and kiss his forehead gently when he swallowed everything without missing a solitary drop. Damn it, right now I'm definitely in love with him.
Brett sat down on the end of the bed with that "happy because I'm getting laid" grin covering his entire face. He looked down at me and then helped me up onto the bed. I started to ask him to take the cuffs off of me, but I know hell only take them off when hes good and ready to and most likely it will only be to adjust the position that I'm bound in.
He has me now laying on my stomach my own erection tightly caught between my stomach and the mattress while he runs his tongue up and down the backs of my legs. I can't help but laugh especially when he starts licking where I'm most ticklish. He just asked me if I want to be fucked or ridden. Right now, I' not too particular as long as the pressure in my balls gets relieved soon.
I know he wants me to take the cuffs of, but I'm trying to teach him about the proper use of his hands. Right now he looks so damn sexy sprawled out on his stomach naked. He gave me a hopeful look when I grabbed the lube off the nightstand. He started to arch his hips off the bed a little further after I settled between his splayed thighs again. I can't help but smile as he shivers when I rub the first of my lube-covered fingers across his opening.
Soon he's rhythmically bucking as I pump three fingers in and out of his tight hole. He whispers and rose even further from the bed when I withdraw them completely so I can spread the rest of the lube over my once-again stiff cock.
Will you hurry up and fuck me already? If I sound a little impatient, it's because hes driving me crazy. With my hands cuffed, I can't even help myself if I wanted to. I had just started to brace myself for him shoving his cock up me when I heard the drawer of the nightstand open. He is not going to put that thing on me - is he?
He should know me well enough by now if I'm in a kinky enough mood to keep his hands cuffed behind his back, I'm kinky enough to keep him from getting off until that perfect cock of his is either down my throat or preferably buried in my ass.
He's got his face completely buried in the covers as I get him up into a knee-chest position in the middle of the bed. His body is trembling and hes moaning because of how I'm manipulating him to unroll the rubber over this beautiful piece of meat in my hands. He tried to pull away from me when I started to slide the cock ring onto his erection. It's funny, Mike, how perfectly still you got when I smacked you right at the juncture of your left thigh and ass guess that hamstring really does hurt after all.
I swear, I'll never tease you like that again. Hey, I'm sure I will, but right now anything is worth a shot. I know exactly what he's doing now. He's leaning back on his haunches and staring at me watching my cock as it bobs up and down in time with my heartbeat, and he's waiting. Yep, he's waiting and watching to see just how long he can keep me on the edge like this.
The clock on the nightstand is an excruciating, droning reminder that he is in complete control right now. Oh, fuck! Damn, he would have to wait until all the stretching he'd done virtually would've meant nothing. It starts with an almost searing pain and then that fades as I concentrate on how each of this thrusts seem to touch me deeper and deeper until he can't stop and his balls are emptied of their load deep in my ass.
Sometimes I wish he wasn't so damn beautiful. At this moment, even though he's got cum leaking out of his ass and trailing down his thighs he his one gorgeous creature. He sighs appreciatively when I take the cuffs off of him. He started to lie down, but stopped when he felt me wiping my sperm off of him.
I helped him roll over onto his back. His confined dick is now jutting obscenely toward the ceiling. An insanely sexy growl passed his lips as he watched me removed the cock ring and condom. Right now looking at him all hot and hard, with a thin film of sweat covering every inch of his sun-kissed skin makes me have no patience to mess with proper lubrication. So, I just smeared a thin layer over his hard-on before settling down to business.
I'm not sure how long I'm gonna be able to hold out. Brett is already moaning and telling me how full he is and that he doesn't remember ever having me this hard and deep inside of him. Serves him right 'cause I don't remember him ever being so eager to virtually impale himself on me dry, either.
Dammit, Mike, after the load you just shot up me you should be soft. But no, you're still as hard as steel and I'm still packed full. Somehow, I think he's going to teach me a thing or two about playing rough with him. I have a feeling that were rapidly approaching another one of those times that I hate him.
I'm not sure if he's mad at me or trying to figure out what I'm going to do to him next. I am certain that he wasn't expecting me to cuff him to the bed when I rolled us over. I doubt he expected me to get out of bed and leave him there either while I went searching for other things to play with. His voice is echoing through the whole fuckin' house kinda funny how he can dish it out but when its his turn to take it, he's not up for the games anymore.
It's definitely a good thing that whenever I know Brett's going to be staying over I give my housekeeper the night off. She's a wonderful lady, but something tells me that it would shock more than a few years off her life for her to find the two of us doing some of the stuff we've done around the house.
At least I didn't leave his ass alone when he was cuffed. I didn't want him to hurt himself. Well, I guess aside from bruising my wrists a little I can't really hurt myself with the way I'm cuffed, but its the principal. That infuriatingly gorgeous pain is the ass left me cuffed to the bed alone. And it's not that he just left me here alone, mind you, but he left me here alone with nothing better to do than stare at my own friggin' hard on. Don't get me wrong here I find nothing wrong with my dick; I might if I start getting complaints about performance or something but I don't want to be staring at it either.
Great, just fuckin great, Mike, could you just hurry up and get in here and quit playing with your Goddamn dogs. Yeah, yeah, I love the dogs too, but right now Im more interested in their master. No, I didn't call you master. Just get your ass in here and finish whatever it is youve started with me. Remember, I have a plane to catch in 7 hours.
He is so impatient. You'd think I'd left him for dead in a desert somewhere or something the way hes yelling at me. He kinda cocked his head to the side and gave me a quizzical look when he saw all the stuff I brought up from the kitchen. Doesn't matter he can't exactly do anything right now, anyway. So, lets see what I have here vanilla ice cream with banana slices, and a beer for him yeah, we should be set for a while.
And, yes I remember I have to have you to the airport in 7 hours. Not that I really want you to go, mind you, but you didn't promise me a week - all I get is the weekend this time. Almost feels like a mid-season get together all we have are a couple of days to get in as much time together as we can possibly cram in. That didn't exactly sound right, but at least he knows what I mean.
Well, Michael, this is definitely a unique picnic youve set up here. Let me guess, I'm serving as either the blanket or the plate, right? At least you were nice enough to bring me a beer. Guess you think this is going to take a while. Something tells me that while I hate being cuffed now, you're gonna make sure I enjoy the fuck out of this experience.
Mikes sitting between my legs eating ice cream purposely licking the spoon as if he's giving it head. He asked me if I wanted a bite; I'm not too fond of plain vanilla ice cream. Damn it, that shit is fucking cold. Look at that innocent smile yeah, as if I fucking believe that. Sorry, babe, but if that's the line, I aint biting.
I love the way he's squirming around right now. Hes telling me to stop and then in the next breath he's telling me not to. Make up your mind, Brett, either you want me to suck your dick or you dont. It doesn't matter to me; I can wait for you to decide.
Then again maybe I can't. I grab the lube off the nightstand and then lift his legs up so I can get access to his ass. This is going to be a first normally, I'm the one tied to the bed when we play rough. He hissed at me when I stroked a lube covered finger over his hole. Okay, so the lube is a little colder than usual because I sat my ice cream bowl on top of it. It will warm up soon enough, I promise.
Yes, that's it pound me a little harder right there. Oh, God, shit, Mike, how much more have you got? I just want to hold onto him right now it might make the ride a little smoother, but not necessarily better. He's now sliding up and down along my chest with every thrust moving the sticky mess from my own orgasm all over us.
Oooh, yes, there it is. There is the first blast of heat from his own eruption. He continues to pump in and out of me furiously as his load fills me yet again. When he finally is finished and his finally soft member slides out of my ass, he reaches over and gets the keys to release the cuffs.
He never ceases to amaze me. At this moment, when all common sense would say we should go take a shower and clean this mess up as much as possible before anyone knows what weve been doing all night he's got his arms wrapped around me. He's stroking my back with his left hand and kissing the top of my head softly. Our relationship is really one of the strangest and most wonderful things in my life right now. I wouldn't give him up for anything in the world even if we don't get to spend much time together.
He drifted off to sleep with his head resting on my shoulder. Mike is so beautiful when he's asleep - almost even more than at any other time. His features soften and all the slightly innocent gazes and looks he gives all seem to be a true reflection of him when he's sleeping. It's been almost four hours since he dozed off and I'm gonna have to get showered, dressed and to the airport. I know he wanted to take me, but I just can;t wake him up right now. Yeah, I'm technically going to my house, but whenever I'm with him, I seem to steal a little bit more of home when I leave. And I like it that way.