Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2023 22:57:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Exploring with Nick (highschool)

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High school time is a challenge for all young people. Yet I'd argue
it's high school males whom are challenged the most, as they are
basically men but still not fully developed. Well I take that back as in
the 1990's, I was 6'3 and 200 pounds or so. Lean but in shape, I was
the starting pitcher on or schools team. The Lee HS Lancers, my freshman
and sophomore season had gone better than the baseball coach and team
thought. We couldn't compete with basketball or football, but we did our
best. Mom, Dad, and I were excited to see minor and major league scouts
when I was on the mound. It was a few years off until going to college,
or joining a lonesome single A team were possibilities. Yet it was a
thrill, and my strikeout to walk ratio has improved greatly. The previous
year Stan Perry had been drafted by the Minnesota Twins in the 7th round.
His signing bonus was incredible, although we found it strange they
switched him from shortstop to 2nd base. With his arm strength, this move
was confusing, but he often reminded us "major league coaches mean
business."

The team did okay with his replacement Otis Corzone, although he didn't
have the offensive power his predecessor had. He did have the arm, plus
enthusiasm to practice and play everyday. Coach McDermott had us work
with Otis to improve him even more, but I was left with the pitchers, to
work on a new off speed pitch. The coach was correct. This would be
another weapon in my arsenal, despite throwing 96 to 98 mph fastballs.
Thinking of my last win I smiled. Gave up only two hits and no runs, as
West Potomac's "supposed improvements" were not easy to see. We had
smoked them from the first inning, and when my relief pitcher came in for
the 9th, I begrudgingly gave Coach the ball. Walking back to the
clubhouse, I appreciated the honor and respect, sent my way for an
incredible performance. In the clubhouse I did relax a bit, and wondered
if my older brother Fred was pitching for the Orioles affiliate tonight.

Like me he was a starting pitcher, and in AAA, so our whole family was
hoping he'd be called up in the fall. The O's pitching was atrocious,
so we knew he had a good opportunity when all teams had 53 player
rosters. Smiling I watched Tony knock out three batters in a row. They
all swung wildly. He was a senior, and rumored to be scouted as well,
although relief pitchers were drafted in the late rounds. Some were
tendered contracts to rookie leagues, and only 1% of minor league players
make it to the majors. The math is always against you. I smiled realizing
Tony finished my shutout, and next week we played our main rival the
Hayfield Hawks.

For those not familiar with the area, Franconia was considered a great
place to live. Wonderful schools, parks, and Springfield Mall had a lot
to offer. Unfortunately now going back home, it still is okay, but
there's considerable gang activity. Soccer due to demographics changes
is #1, and our old neighborhood now had 10 or more people living in the
same house. Gang graffiti was common, and the money had moved over to
next door Loudoun County. While I did get to play several years in the
minors, and had a good career with the Seattle Mariners, I decided to
move elsewhere to start my sports academy with my lover named Steve.

Yet Springfield was home to me. It's also where the left fielder Nick
and I realized we had something in common. That spring we were becoming
closer. After every game, we'd all shower off, and him and I would sit
next to each other in the locker room. At first I just really enjoyed his
company. We were good friends, plus he had a heck of a swing at the
plate. Also a sophomore he started. Coach McDermott wasn't always happy
with his fielding decisions, but a home run seemed to be a common event
for him. He was 5'10 or so and maybe 160 pounds. Like he showed me, his
stance and ability to quickly move his wrists, brought him substantial
power. He was our home run king, and also very aggressive on the base
paths. I had no doubt he was being scouted too, although at this point,
he was going to college first. When you're 16 you think you know it all.
Later on he grew in height and stature, playing minor league ball for the
Los Angeles Angels and Miami Marlins. Although never making it past AAA,
he did occasionally have a solid slam in the summer fields.

Looking back I wondered why, he never ended up going to college, before
or after his minor league career. Last I heard he was in his third season
as a Los Angeles Fire Department, which was quite a distance from a major
league career. We kept in touch on Facebook mostly. He looked happy, and
was in exceptional shape. Now with lots of traditional firefighting
tattoos, this was how he'd bring money back to his west coast lifestyle.
I had never seen him back in town. Even our 20th high school anniversary
he didn't show up. This is quite common of course, and although I loved
Steve, it was Nick who showed me the gay lifestyle I enjoyed so much now.
He had let my fire, and it was done in a fairly brazen way.

All guys look at others in the shower. You can say you're straight, gay,
bisexual, or an oompah loompah but you're taking notes. As I looked back
at high school, Nick did look really good with his blonde hair, blue
eyes, and well developed penis. I still came in larger than him, and my
eight inch cock was joked about as "the bat I would use in warmups, or
my secret weapon." Admittedly finding a cup wasn't easy, and just like
anywhere else, my package was discussed at my old high school. It
belonged in my lover now, who also was a former baseball player for the
San Diego Padres. If someone mentioned bases and balls we'd think about
our craft. A game where a pitcher always has the advantage over the
hitter. If you hit one out of three times, you're an MVP caliber
player.

Meeting Steve and what we had together was so special. Later this year I
had plans to marry him on a cruise ship, but our sports academy had done
quite well financially. We weren't making our major league salaries, but
we were coming close to it. Plus it made us happy to work with aspiring
young baseball and football players especially. Any athlete as we'd try
to enhance their foot speed, hand/eye coordination, and other
intangibles. Also we were proud to offer scholarships. In the area, it
was a case of the haves and the have nots. We gave away a lot of free
rides to players based on economics, and also highlighted the importance
of academics as well. Steve and I didn't mince words, about the chances
of being a professional athlete. Now was harder than before due to online
scouting, and the big sports being a worldwide phenomenon now. In
baseball so many came from Dominican Republic or Venezuela. Those hungry
young men gave all they had, and with a lot less resources as well.
Competition was fierce.

As I took a nap after a morning seminar, in my office that was on the
second floor, it was happening again. I was rubbing my large cock with
Nicks, in his bedroom after we looked at Penthouse magazine. Jamming my
dick in his balls he moaned. I loved this power, and also touching them
after he first got me into this activity. What had started out as a joke
about sword fights, here we were buck naked and feeling each other up. I
loved how his rear end felt in my hands. Such soft skin against a strong
ass, and I enjoyed pushing my fingers through his blonde pubic hair.
Something so sensual. Oh yes we both were moaning now as our cocks were
rubbing together. The heat build up. It felt so amazing to be naked with
him, and our sex organs together. Our veiny hard cocks combined with our
hands.

It was like being molded putty, when he felt my balls. His hands were
magic, and I so desired always to feel his low hangers. The elastic
feeling of his sack, my goodness it was so big, and his testes were
bigger than mine. He loved my sensations on him, and together we'd put
our penises against the other, with mutual masturbation. Those days of
non stop dick rubbing, led to us both shooting cum high up in the air
with body shaking orgasms. Nick introduced me formally to male contact,
and we'd almost every day get each other off.

Now with a lover my age, I woke up from this past dream. Again I was in
high school, and my grey sweat pants were obviously hiding my large cock
that was fully erect. Without hesitation I locked the door, and used my
million dollar arm that threw pitches in front of thousands at Camden
Yards, and howled as I shot up a load larger and more powerful in some
time. The heart beating heavy breathing came back, and for a few moments
I was young again with Nick. Those green eyes and our penises in each
others hands, conducting a dance gay men for millennia had started with.