From: brutusln@netcom.com (Brutusln@netcom.com)
Subject: Minor League Ball Player

	I worked at a construction Company in Cincinnati and was a
proposal editor in the
marketing department.  My boss was a blonde haired, bow-legged beefcake
former minor
league baseball player with, you guessed it, a wife and kid.  Bummer.  He
was in excellent
shape after being out of the league for about 3 years, (he was only in the
league for a
couple of months before he was cut because of a pulled hamstring.)

	He was pretty bright for a sports guy, but it was pretty obvious
that he was hired by
a good old boy network of men in the construction biz.

	Ever since I worked at this place, this guy made me horny.  After
hours, this guy
would walk around with his shirt untucked and his pants undone, like he
was at home in the
privacy of his own home or something.  Really weird, but I fucking loved
it.

	I'm no former baseball player, but girls always fawn all over me,
poor things; I've
got a decent muscular build, 5-9"  with meaty legs and some balls that,
well, they're pretty
low hangers when it's hot out, and a cock that grows to a decent 8" when
I'm about to
unload.  I play sports and folks usually don't know that I'm gay, for
whatever reason. 

	My boss didn't know I wanted him real bad, either.  And he never
made out like he
ever even thought of looking at me twice, but I did notice that he felt so
comfortable with
me around that he would play "pretend gay" games when he was in a joking
mood.  For
instance, once this guy patted my ass when I walked out of his office, and
said "I can't help
it, buddy, I haven't had any! Heheh" .  He made it like a silly joke.

	He kept doin' this and doin this.  It got more and more explicit,
too.  One day in
summer he was talking about how horny he was, and it was just he and I in
his office, and
he kept saying how much he wanted to get laid that he used to say shit
like "I could even
take a blow job from a homeless guy, a fucking goat."  He would close his
eyes and lean
way back in his chair with his thighs slung wide apart to show his fucking
meaty basket. 
Balls the size of fucking kiwi fruits.  One packed neatly on the left side
of the crotch seam
on his dress pants, and the other, you could see from the outline, nestled
on the right side. 
The way he sat, his pants road up like a pair of jockey shorts; his cock,
appearing erect--it 
had to be erect because it streched from the tightly packed balls all the
way up, pointing to
the his left pocket, and if he had his hand even resting at the top of the
pocket, he could
have felt his own hard knob jutting through the pocket.  So hot I would
just fucking stare at
him for as long as I could until he opened his eyes!

	Anyway, one night we were working late on this proposal and I
ended up having to
type the damn thing myself on one of the computers because the rest of the
staff had prior
engagements.  Anyway, I am typing up this damn construction proposal, and
Derek, this
blonde baseball stud, my boss, comes up real close to the keyboard, kind
of joking and
says something stupid like, "can you proof this?"  and he is just standing
there fully clothed,
but with a huge fucking hard-on--like nine inches at least-- pointing up
left, like before.  I
couldn't fucking believe it. 

	I looked at him, and he fucking stared at me like, "touch it,
touch it".  I looked
down, and he was wearing his grey suit, which wasn't the tightest suit or
anything, but I
could see the outline of his huge nutsack, his unbelievable fucking cock,
and a fucking wet
spot near the top of the left pocket. 

	"Jesus, what are you fucking horny or what?"  I couldn't think of
anyting else to say.

	"Whoa, yea, this time I'm not kidding, you gotta help me out,
here, my man."

	I lifted my hand slowly from the keyboard and I grabbed at the
outline of his
ballsack.  I pinched between what I thought where his balls would be and I
held his
ballsack between my thumb and forefinger.  I pulled gently at the
ballsack, tugging so that
the cock attached would kind of dance around in his pants.  He groaned
this kind of high
pitched moan, and I undid his belt and then his pants.

	When I undid the zipper, I did it real slow and wanted to see what
kind of shorts he
was wearing.  He was wearing white Hanes briefs, and as I pulled the pants
down, it was
incredible.  His balls were huge, but they were riding up and separating
so that his nuts
spread apart from each other in the briefs which were pretty tight.  And
then, the
humongous rod almost protruding from the top of the shorts with a bigger
spot on them than
was on the pants. 

	I tugged at the left leg opening of his briefsp and stretched it
across the front of his
nutsack, and I saw them.  They were fucking huge, pink nuts with
brownish-blonde hair
peaking out from the sides in back of them.  But the most interesting
thing was that they
were riding up like he was going to come, and there was a extra skin from
his ballsack that
I could see from the underside of this groin, leading to his butcheeks in
back--he was
jutting his nutsack so far up and forward that I could see the underside
of his ballsack
leading to his meaty ass! 

	I put my mouth-- not on his nuts-- but right in between them as
they rode up toward
his rod, all the time stretching the briefs off to the side.  It was like
I was sucking the very
base of his shaft, right where it starts on the under side, and then, I
grabbed the nuts with
my mouth and sucked them until they hung down a little more. 

	I took the briefs off, and his huge fucking pure white cock sprung
away from the
moist briefs and there was a little spider web-like silver thread of come
that connected the
whitish-pink head to the briefs. 

	He moaned real high again when I stuck out my ready tongue and
laid it right on the
under side of the head of the guy's knob and I squeezed my mouth around
the rod pushing all
the way down the shaft.

	He couldn't fucking handle it!  He grabbed my head and screamed
with a closed
mouth and he fucking shot hot come down the back of my throut and the roof
of my mouth. 
It must have been like, six huge spurts, the last two were outside my hot
mouth because he
pulled out and grabbed his shaft-tip with his major-league sized hand
pumping the two last
strings of jiz on to the rug. 

	He said "whoa, that was out of control, man. Shit, whew! Heheh"
and he felt a little
embarrassed and he started pulling his pants back up.

	"Don't tell anyone about this, okay man?"

	I said something like, "Jesus, don't YOU tell anyone."

	He didn't fucking reciprocate or anything, which I was pissed
about, that fucking
premature sports stud!  What a laugh.  Anyway, it was hot.

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