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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
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o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
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Batter Up (MM, intr)
Anonymous Author
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It's been several years, but I still fondly remember the spring
that changed my young life forever - the spring I spent at baseball
training camp in Florida.
Sports were never all that important in my family. My dad's a
prominent lawyer. Sports to him are something poor kids worked at
to get out of their situation. Playing a sport for money is
something they do to arrive. We arrived three generations ago.
We're old money. We represent players, but my father still thinks
in terms of "us" and "them."
Me, I never could fit in. I just liked playing baseball. The
minor league contract offer and invitation to attend spring
training came as a shock to me. I did hit .458 my senior year, but
most of my hits were singles. I played third base where my
quickness paid off enough to make the all-sectional team. I was
good, but many others in our area were just as good, and some were
better. I knew that my stats were impressive mostly due to the
mediocre teams I'd been facing.
I thought about it for a week. Dad, of course, advised against it.
I signed the contract anyway. Dad was pissed. He planned for me
to attend Yale. You know the routine. I was supposed to follow in
his footsteps. The paperwork had already been approved at pre-law
school.
The first night I lay in bed in Florida, I wondered if I'd made the
right decision. Everything was so different here. We were housed
in a cheap, roadside motel. The older, established players
wouldn't arrive for three or four weeks. There were more than
enough of us to make the small baseball field seem crowded, though.
Everyone here was the star of his local team. Some had played pro
ball before, but the vast majority, like me, were just young guys
scared that the coaches would realize that they didn't belong.
For many, that fear was justified. More than half wouldn't be here
by the time the old pros arrived.
My roommate was Calvin Johnson. He was 6'5" of ebony carved into
a natural born baseball player. He could do it all. In camp, the
coaches changed him from left field to right, a move that Calvin
took as an insult. That just made him work harder.
The first time I saw Calvin, he was standing in front of the
toilet, cock in his hand, pissing. We were assigned to a double
motel room on the end nearest the highway. I dropped my bags and
called out as I entered the dingy room. He answered in a deep,
booming voice. When I turned to look, I saw him in the bathroom
mirror. That long black thing in his hand was soft, but it looked
longer than my prick did totally erect. He finished pissing, gave
it a few shakes and tucked it back into a jock.
As we shook hands for the first time, that sweaty old jock was the
only thing covering Calvin's magnificent body. Like I said, I'm
built for speed. Calvin's body was pure power. He was the
ultimate in a home run hitter. You could see the hours of pumping
iron showing through the ebony sculpture of his physique. Every
inch of his supple, black skin molded around fluid muscles that
bulged as Calvin moved. I was amazed at how smooth his body
looked. I learned later that my black roommate shaved to get that
smooth, hairless look.
Only under the jock did Calvin have hair, and that was a thatch of
curly black brush that grew around the base of his cock.
During the day, Calvin and I were in different groups going through
drills and testing. After the evening meal, we went back to the
seedy motel and talked about the day. Competition was fierce, but
since I was trying out for third base and he was in the outfield,
neither of us was a threat to the other. We talked about baseball
and sex, the two common topics around a training facility. Calvin
was twenty, a year older than me, but from his stories I knew that
he'd had much more sexual experience than anyone from my group of
friends. The things he mentioned casually were more exciting than
the bragging tales of my buddies.
At lights-out time, a coach came around to perform a bed check. If
a player missed bed check, he was fined. I wasn't making enough to
pay many fines, so I was always in bed on time.
The first night, Calvin and I were already in our beds when the
coach checked us off his list. He clicked off the lights. Calvin
got up and locked the door. Even with the lights off, our room
wasn't all that dark. Street lights and cars on the curve of the
highway kept our room lit. Calvin's bed was nearer to the window,
so I could see his outline as he got back into bed. I watched as
he tossed the sheet back and turned over onto his back.
Calvin's black frame was obvious against the white bottom sheet.
It was a hot spring in Florida. Calvin slept in a pair of shorts,
but I saw him pull them down. A hand started moving at his waist,
tugging at his soft cock, slowly building it into a huge hard-on
that stuck up in the air, silhouetted in the light. I could tell
how long it was by judging his cock against Calvin's large hand.
The distance he had to stroke to reach the tip showed me how huge
his boner actually was.
In a short time, Calvin started grunting. His hips arched up. I
saw his cream flying, the cum looking florescent in our dimly lit
room. Calvin grunted again, a second and third wad of flying cum
covering his chest. Calvin then wiped up the mess and rolled over
to his side. Seconds later, he was breathing steadily as if
asleep.
I had to relieve my sore nuts. Something about seeing this
supremely masculine guy jacking off made my own cock surge into a
roaring hard-on. I whacked myself off, trying to keep silent, but
my orgasm was too exciting. My cum shot up, the first jet flying
all the way past my head. I guess I was horny. I could hear
Calvin chuckling as I cleaned up with a tissue and dropped off into
the sleep of innocents.
It became a regular for us, even if we didn't talk about it. We
started sleeping in the nude. After bed check, both of us jacked
off. I stopped trying to hide it. I let my groans sound as loud
as Calvin's. The box of tissue sitting on the table between us
rapidly diminished.
On the first Saturday night in camp, the ritual changed. There is
no lights-out time on Saturday. Like always, we were talking about
sex as we got into bed. The door was locked, but the lights in the
bathroom were still burning. As Calvin started jacking off this
night, I could clearly see him and even more clearly see his
beautiful black cock.
"Wow, Calvin!" I hissed.
I thought there was something a little funny about the look of my
roommate's big cock, other than it being black. Now, in the light,
I got a better view. As he started running his hand over the still
soft prick, I saw the difference. Calvin was uncut!
"Never saw a snake before, Kirk?" Calvin laughed.
"No," I whispered seriously. "I'm circumcised. Everyone I know
is. Are most black men still natural?"
Calvin laughed, but he didn't point out how stupid I was about the
world. He just kept moving his hand over that growing black
monster. As it grew into a full erection, the skin still
completely covered the knob until his fist tightened and skinned it
down.
"What's that feel like?" I asked in an awed whisper.
"Great," he said, and laughed again.
"No, Calvin." I said softly. "I mean what does it feel like to
have that extra skin on your dick?"
"How would I know, Kirk," he said. "Mine's always been like this.
What's it like to have a round head?"
"I guess that makes sense," I said.
We jacked off silently for a minute or two. I watched his hand
moving. He watched mine. I had to lube up with spit and precum.
He just glided along, fisting that skin back and forth.
"Well?" Calvin said with another of his infectious grins. "Who's
gonna go first, Kirk? You wanna feel it, or not?"
I got up, going to Calvin's bed. As he moved to make room, we
stretched out side by side, both very nervous. This was a first
for me, but not for Calvin, I found out later. His hooded meat lay
up on his belly. Heavy balls hung low in the crinkled sac. I
reached over, one finger stretching as I touched the shaft of his
silky black hard-on while Calvin reached for my prick at the same
time.
The thick hunk of cock meat in my hand throbbed as I started
jacking it off. The foreskin felt so wicked as it moved with my
fist, sliding up and down. His dribbling precum coated the head of
his cock and the inside of that naughty skin. All I had to do was
to move my hand to get a reaction from Calvin.
Down on my own dick, Calvin's fist was too firm. He fisted me,
expecting the skin to move. On my cut cock, the skin was stretched
so tight that it was about to split. Calvin's hand didn't feel
good. In fact, it was beginning to hurt a little.
"You've got to keep it wet," I groaned.
Calvin spit in his hand, then went back to jacking me off. Each
time, I got dry again quickly. He was getting frustrated.
"Wet it again"' I groaned.
"Fuck this shit!" I heard his snarling.
Suddenly, Calvin turned and took my stiff prick between his lips.
Startled, I jerked. I'd never had a blow job before. I'd heard
about them, but I still wasn't sure that giving head wasn't some
sort of joke that my friends kept running on me. The forbidden
thrill of Calvin's mouth on my cock made the feelings even more
erotic. He started to pump a fist over my prick as he pulled his
mouth from the head.
"You gonna do me, too?" he asked, his dark eyes flashing pas-
sionately in the motel room.
Calvin's experience paid off for us. He showed me how to get into
a sixty-nine position. As I gawked openly at the huge black thing
only inches from my face, my roommate was busily sucking at my
prick. It felt good. Damn, it felt good! I closed my eyes and
groaned as Calvin's tongue rolled across the underside of my throb-
bing prick. He pushed a hand between us, finding my nipples with
his strong fingers, pinching and pulling out on the white buds to
make me groan louder. His other hand cupped my balls.
I'd never felt anything like this in my life. Granted, my sexual
experience to that point wasn't something to brag about, but the
things Calvin was doing to me still felt wonderful. The uncut
black cock I was watching throbbed.
My dad was pissed about my coming to Florida. I was wondering how
he'd feel if he could see me now, in bed with a black man, getting
ready to suck my first cock. That thought of my dad watching me
made my cock jerk in Calvin's sucking mouth.
Calvin was on his side like me. I reached around his hip, my hand
resting on his heavily muscled butt. I leaned forward, kissing the
velvety tip of the black man's big boner. He humped his hips in
time with his cock. sucking. I knew what he wanted. My lips
opened. After I licked around them to moisten my suddenly dry
flesh, I put my mouth over the tip of his black cock. The next
time he moved his hips, the top two or three-inches of his meaty
thickness thrust into my mouth.
A drop of precum broke over my tongue. The sweet juicy goo melted
into my tastebuds, filling my senses with the flavor of wild honey
and musk and other tastes that made my body shiver. The tip of my
tongue peeked out, searching for more, probing over his pisshole
while his juicy foreskin rolled all the way down over my tongue.
"Go for it, Kirk," I heard his soft groan. "Suck that black dick,
boy."
"Mmmm," I purred deep in my throat as I greedily bobbed against his
crotch, taking his knob fully into my mouth and swabbing the tip
with my lusty tongue.
He tasted wonderful and his cock felt as if it was made just for my
mouth. The crinkly ball sac pushed up against my forehead.
Calvin's hot sucking got faster. The head of my cock went deeper,
sliding right down into his throat. No way was I going to
duplicate that feat, I knew, not with Calvin's huge black bat
swelling even bigger inside my mouth. His cock must have been ten
inches long, and all of that lovely throbbing length was begging
for my attention.
I used my mouth on the top half of my black roommates uncut beauty,
allowing my fist to caress the rest. My drool and his loose
foreskin made it easy. I let my fist fly up and down the long
shaft as my mouth and tongue attacked the head of the black pole.
Calvin was groaning with me now as his wonderful throat took more
and more of my aching hard-on. He couldn't seem to get enough of
my white cock.
The rod in my mouth throbbed. I held on tightly to the veiny stalk
of cock meat while I swirled my tongue madly over the inch or so
just under his piss hole. My guts were melting and getting set to
spurt out through my cock. I was so close to cumming that I felt
my heart pounding in my chest, feeling as if it was right on the
verge of bursting from the effort of filling my overstretched cock
with blood.
Right at that exact moment, Calvin shaved a finger up into my butt
- and wriggled against the tight knot of my prostate.
My cum shot out, filling Calvin's mouth. I was busy experiencing
the same thing, only in reverse. While I got off with my cock
still buried in the black outfielder's sucking mouth, he was
slamming his cock into my mouth, hitting over the wall of my throat
on each wild stroke. Hot, gushing cum splashed out with tremendous
force. I had to pull up. I backed off his cock a little to keep
from gagging and ruining his orgasm. No. I wasn't trying to deny
him the same delight that Calvin was giving me. I wanted to do him
all the way to the end. I kept my mouth glued to his hot cock,
sucking and flicking that slimy, rolling cum that continued to
hammer out in home run blasts from the piss hole in the end of his
beautiful, black bat.
With my mouth full of cum, I rose up to the tip of Calvin's cock
and swallowed. The rich, sweet cream slid down my throat.
For the rest of that spring training session, Calvin and I were
lovers. He just loved using that big dick of his. During the day,
he was as manly and gruff as any other ballplayer, but at night
Calvin was gentle and patient as he broke in a willing, eager young
man. I wanted to do it all, and to do it immediately. When Calvin
brought up the subject of butt-fucking, I was all for it, although
the thought of me fucking him didn't occur back then. All I wanted
was to feel that big, black, uncut monster up inside me.
Calvin bought some lubricant and rubbers. He didn't force me to do
it. I got the tube that night and I rolled the rubber over
Calvin's huge hard-on, then he got up on my bed behind me, his
large, uncut cock ready to ream me out thoroughly, teaching me the
thrills of manly sex.
He started slowly, grease-coated fingers opening me, spreading my
asshole for what was about to come. I was moaning and gasping,
biting down on the pillow to still my eager cries. My own cock was
throbbing against the sheets. When his fingers pulled out, I was
ready. Calvin put the head of his cock up against the crinkled
opening of my anus. A half-inch at a time, he took me, his
enormously swollen cockhead stretching me so wide it almost hurt.
I gasped, dragging in deep breaths to relax, but I took it. Deeper
and deeper and deeper.
"God, your ass is tight!" Calvin grunted as he got up over my back
like a dog pumping a bitch in heat. As he slipped even more of his
hard cock into me, I started to push back.
I could see myself in the mirror over the sink. My white ass was
up in the air, gleaming in the dim light coming in around and
through the thin curtains. His black hands were outlined with my
flesh shining through his fingers. That wonderful hard cock
started going in and out, slowly picking up speed and force and
depth, pounding my prostate until I lost control and spurted my cum
all over the sheets.
"Fuck me!" I pleaded in a hissing moan. "Oooh, fuck me."
Calvin's grunts were only seconds behind my own. He panted and
shot his load with his cock buried in my squirming asshole. When
he pulled out, we stayed in the same bed. For the first time, he
kissed me. We looked at each other, then at the wet spot and
laughed.
"Damn, Kirk!" Calvin groaned a few minutes later as I started
toying with his slimy cock once more. "I need some sleep."
I didn't answer. I didn't need to, because even through his
objections, my black lover's cock was growing again.