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Date: Fri,  6 May 1994 20:57:07 UTC
Subject: Story:  The Beginning
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The following story is my first attempt at writing a story.
Names, of course, have been changed.  Why I'm not sure.
Standard disclaimer.  Any comments welcome. 

Part I
The Beginning

I'm not really sure when I first became aware of certain homosexual feelings.
 My first "experience" was certainly very frightening and was simply a chance
encounter with a strange man.  Waiting outside of a store, a scruffy old man
asked me my age.  I replied, "I am 12."  He then asked, "Can I suck your
dick?"
I was very scared and really had little idea what he was talking about.  So I
walked away and gave it little thought.

Growing up in the south has been very interesting for me.  The usual
lockerroom talk about "fags" and "queers" and what these macho athletes would
do to them if they ever laid a hand on them.  Let me tell you a little bit
about myself.
Being an all-around athlete I was very much in the "in" crowd.  And most of
the guys I hung around with were fairly well built.  In about the 10th grade
I developed some feelings for a friend of mine that I had known from the
first grade.  We did alot of stuff together and went camping and the like. 
My first experience happened while I was sleeping over at his house one
weekend.  His parents were away for the weekend and we had the house to
ourselves.  After putting a couple of beers away (that's all we could handle)
we went to his bedroom to get ready for bed.  Although there were several
other bedrooms available, I always slept with him.

I drifted off to sleep with a tremendous hard-on.  Later, I awoke to find
Art's arm draped across my stomach.  Needless to say, something came up. 
Knowing Art was a deep sleeper anyway, I thought I would have some fun.  It's
amazing what alcohol can do to lower inhibitions.  I gently placed his hand
around my hard shaft and left it there.  I drifted back off to sleep and
awoke to a handjob.  
Soon after waking I came and proceeded to soak to entire sheet and myself. 
He sort of had a smile on his face.  I told him in a hoarse voice, "Thanks. 
Do you want me to do you?"

He was hesitant, but agreed.  It was the first time I had ever held another
guy's dick  in my hand.  It felt so familiar, but yet so different.  As I
stroked his long man-like cock, he developed pre-cum at the head to help
lubricate his shaft.  He soon shot his load over his washboard stomach.
We agreed we wouldn't tell anyone of this episode, yet we got together every
so often and "helped" each other out. 

During our senior year, I didn't get that much of a chance to see Art.  He
was concentrating on tennis and had a good chance at a full scholarship to
several schools.  I had stopped playing golf and tennis after a knee injury
in football.  So I played basketball and baseball my final year.  

My father had some contacts with the Houston Astros organization and I was
drafted out of high school and assigned to AA ball in Columbus, Georgia. 
During my senior year, I had a couple of feelings about a couple of other
athletes but never really investigated.

The summer following my senior year, I got married to a childhood sweetheart
(if you could call her that).  I met Donna in Alabama.  She lived next door
to my grandparents and was considered one of family.  It was almost expected
that we would get married.  We did.  

I really tried to make it work, but she was in Alabama and I was about three
hours away in Columbus.  She came down to some games and really liked the
idea of being married to a professional baseball player.  That year I earned
a golden glove at third base and hit fairly well.  I dislocated my shoulder
twice at the end of the season and the doctors said it would really limit my
power in batting and fielding to some extent.  So I was put on waivers. 
Deciding to go to college, my wife wasn't too happy.

I told her we could live with my parents, but she was tired of it all.  She
couldn't have the fame or money now (deep down, I think everyone is a star
fucker) so she filed for divorce.

During my brief stint in baseball I had of course fucked around on Donna. 
It's not that I really go for that sort of thing, but with a combination of
peer pressure and the boring aspects of beating off, I decided what the hell.
 I also got those feelings again being around a couple of the other players.
Professional ballplayers are very immodest and parade around naked all of the
time.  Several times I had to dress quickly or put on my jock and cup to hide
an erection.  There was of course the "grab ass" pranks, etc.

We rode buses back then and travelled most of the south and the east coast. 
During all night rides, it gets boring.  Most of the infielders hung out
together as did the outfielders.  Little cliques on the team are common. 
There were two infielders that I really liked.  I had played high school and
legion ball against one of them and the other I knew by reputation.

Jeff was a natural shortstop.  Not only was he small and quick , but had
powerful arms and legs.  He looked like a sprinter.  He didn't have the size
to really make it in the major leagues, but like me, couldn't pass up the
opportunity to play for a while.  Jeff went to high school about 60 miles
from me and we knew each other in passing.  We became good friends as the
season rolled on.  Jeff was very outgoing and something of a practical joker.
 Sometimes he never shutup.

Joey was from somewhere in Virginia.  I'd heard about him before I arrived in
Columbus.  He was 6'5", 235 lbs, sandy blond hair, blue eyes, probably the
most "perfect" human being I've ever seen.  He was naturally shy but was a
hell of a ball player.  He was a first baseman and power hitter.  He also
spent most of his free time in the weight room, rather than the bars with
Jeff and I.

I grew another four inches (in height) that summer and put on about twenty
pounds, mostly muscle; however, I developed a taste for beer at that time as
well.  At that time, I was 6'4", 220 lbs, dirty blond hair with a butt so
hard you couldn't pinch it.  I didn't consider myself great looking, but I
never really gave it much thought.

Jeff and I roomed together on road trips and Joey and another infielder were
usually next door.  On one trip through the Carolinas, were were staying at
the local HoJo.  Being macho studs that we were, most of us went to the hotel
bar to pick up the divorcees, etc. and groupies.  I noticed that Jeff and
Joey weren't around at 9:00, but really thought nothing of it.  I had danced
some with a buxom bleach blond divorcee but really didn't feel like fucking
her that night.  I thought I'd go see if Jeff and Joey wanted to walk around
and grab a beer or something.

I walked to Joey's room and knocked on the door.  There was no answer so I
walked next door to my room.  I walked in and I couldn't believe it.  Jeff
had Joey's legs up around his shoulders and was fucking the shit out of him. 
Here's this big, handsome guy who could have had any woman he wanted getting
his ass plowed by a guy 100 lbs. lighter than him.  It was almost funny, but
I didn't laugh.  I just walked out and shut the door.  I thought they might
like some privacy.  Obviously, my action was misinterpreted.  Jeff quickly
followed me.

"Bill, look man, this isn't what you think."

"Oh, what should I think it was?" I replied.

He looked nervous, and said, "Joey's in there almost in tears.  I sort of
coaxed him into this.  He said he'd never done anything like this before and
I told him he needed to experience different things.  I can't believe you
hadn't figured out I was queer yet."

"Well," I replied, "I really don't know much about such things."
He looked at me and said, "You're not going to tell the other guys and the
coaches are you?"

After several beers, my inhibitions were again dropping and with a blush, I
replied, "Not if I can join in."

"You're not gay are you?  I mean, you're married and all.  I know she dosen't
bring her ass down to the park much, but . . ."

"I don't know what the hell I am.  I just know I'd like you to fuck me and
I'd like Joey's dick in my mouth."

Jeff said, "Well, let me go back in and talk with Joey.  He's real nervous
right now and I'm not sure what's going on."

He left and came back about five minutes later and simply said, "It's on." 
My cock had already started to grow just from the conversation, not to
mention the vision earlier.  He reached down and started kneading my crotch
and gave me a quick kiss.  I'd never been kissed my a guy, much less a guy
with stubble.  It was a strange, but not unwelcome feeling. 

We walked into the room and Joey was under the covers on one of the beds. 
His red eyes made me feel somewhat sorry for him, but not too much.  I walked
over and sat down beside him and leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.  I
then went to his mouth and with my tongue exploring this orifice, reached
under the covers and grabbed his dick.  

Joey, as mentioned earlier, was perfect.  Even his dick and balls were
perfect.  Soft, his dick measured about 5 inches and his balls hung low,
about the size of small lemons.  He wasn't very hairy but you could just come
looking at him.  As I stroked him under the covers, his dick grew to about 8
inches and I wondered how the hell I was going to get that thing in my mouth.
 I'd never given a blowjob before and I was supposed to swallow that thing? 
Good luck.
I pulled the covers back and told Joey to relax.  "Put you hands behind your
head or my head or where the fuck-ever and relax."  I reached down and gave
his cock a couple of strokes.  I really took my time; not really teasing him,
but I wanted to memorize every inch of his bat.  As I took Joey in my mouth
(a little at a time), Jeff had moved behind me and began playing with my ass.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded.  It sort of came out garbled
because I forgot to take the dick out of my mouth before I spoke.  (What
would my mother say to my breach of etiquette?)  He told me to relax and
enjoy the experience.  So I resumed my attentions to the task at hand and
began licking Joey's cock like a popsicle.  I'd occassionally twirl my tongue
around the head and deep throat his dick.  He was writhing and twisting, and
I could only assume he was in seventh heaven.

During this time, Jeff had begun licking my ass.  I was squirming and had
never felt anything like this before.  I loved it.  It made it very hard to
concentrate on Joey.  My dick had grown to its 5 1/2 inches (not very long,
but very thick) and every now and then Jeff would suck on it for a second or
two.  
The squirming continued from Joey and he moaned, "Jesus Christ, I'm gonna
blow my load."  I kept my mouth there and swallowed every bit of jism he had
to offer (in 1977, I had not heard about safe sex).  I looked up at Joey and
grinned and got that $1 million smile returned.  I told him to turn over on
his stomach and he did.  I buried my tongue in his hot ass and ate him for
all I was worth.  Meanwhile, Jeff had started lubing his cock with baby oil
and he spread a little on my asshole.  I told him to take it easy, "I've
never had anybody fuck me before."  He told me to relax as much as possible
and just come along for the ride.  

As he eased his cockhead up to my ass, I instintively tightened.  He kept
massaging it and using a finger or two to help me relax.  Finally, he got the
head pushed in and I had this incredible itch there; I wanted him all the way
in.  "Put it all the way in, I want to be able to feel your balls against my
ass."  He did and although it was painful for awhile, I learned to relax and
really enjoy it.

Joey had flipped around and now had his face directly under my dick.  He
didn't know much about cocksucking (but, of course, none of us did) and just
kept licking the shaft and sucking the head.  After about 5 minutes, Jeff
moaned and came in my ass.  It felt warm and sticky and I felt sort of guilty
and ecstatic all at the same time.  Joey then started stroking my dick and I
came rather quickly.  

We all just layed there on the bed.  I looked over at Jeff and said, "You
know, I know you pretty well by now and I think you planned this whole
thing."  He smiled impishly and told me I was full of shit.  We got sort of
cleaned up and Joey said, "I don't think it's really fair for you two to get
to room together all the time."  I said something like "tough shit" and told
him he was welcome to visit anytime.  He reluctantly went back to his room
and Jeff and I stayed up most of the night talking.

Joey, Jeff and I repeated the above as often as possible, probably too much. 
But three eighteen year olds are over-sexed and in their prime.  Joey and I
continued to see girls every now and then, but Jeff never did.  I never heard
any other player say anything about it, but I think some of them suspected
Jeff.
My first homosexual experience was fantastic.  I never knew feelings like I
had had and I did feel a little guilty, because what if someone found out? 
After I left that year and returned to a nasty divorce, I went home to live
with my parents and go to college.  

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