Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2021 08:00:25 -0400
From: Ww Ww <er14990606@gmail.com>
Subject: A Summer in the MLB, Chapter Six (Athletics)

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A Summer in the MLB, Chapter Six


In contrast to June and July, August was a terrible month.  First of all,
reality hit Lucas hard.  His dream-like summer was ending.  After Labor
Day he would be gone.  Caleb will be gone.  This made Lucas want to be
with Caleb every moment, just as Caleb's obligations demanded more and
more of his time.  Caleb's success on the field required more time with
the press.  His agent pressed for more charity work to enhance his
image.  Caleb had friendships with his team mates that could not be
ignored.  Finally, there was Dusty Bremer.  The trade deadline had been
the end of July, and the Bobcats made a deal for an outstanding third
baseman with a terrific arm, a solid bat, and a phenomenal ability to
steal bases.



Lucas was at his usual place on the bench across the room on the first
day that Bremer reported to the Bobcats.  Bremer was friendly and a
person easy to talk to.  He made a point to speak with Caleb, the star on
the team.  The two hit it off immediately.  They talked a lot, in the
locker room and in the dugout.  Time and attention to Dusty was less time
and attention given to Lucas.  Dusty was an addition to Caleb's social
network, and thus there were times when Caleb and Dusty did things
together.  This diminished time that Caleb had for Lucas.



When Lucas and Caleb were together and didn't have cocks in their
mouths, they talked.  Talked about baseball, about what they were
reading, about anything and everything.  Dusty was frequently brought up
in conversation by Caleb.  Once on the way to eat together before a night
game, Caleb was driving and pointed out where Dusty lived. It was an
apartment complex about half a mile down the road from Lucas.



Lucas sensed something more between Caleb and Dusty.  He wondered whether
Caleb could be drawn to this new team member physically.  He could
understand because, to Lucas, Dusty was sexy.  He had a wiry body, lean
and tough.  His muscular physique seemed to come from genetics and not
the weight room.  Most impressive was his cock.  Although soft, it hung
half way down his thigh.  It was prominent because Dusty trimmed his
pubes.  It was obvious to Lucas, and he could tell even sitting across
the room.



What Lucas sensed, Rusty knew.  Rusty had seen Caleb and Dusty walking to
the showers, and thinking no one was around, Dusty squeezed Caleb's ass
with his hand.  This caused Rusty to worry.  It is not that Rusty
disapproved.  He would have gladly squeezed both their asses.  But Rusty
knew that Caleb had bedded Lucas, and he feared that Lucas had become
emotionally attached while Caleb was moving on to a new sex partner.



Lucas spent more time alone and horny, and his fist was increasingly a
poor substitute for a real sex partner.  Sometimes he went looking for
Johnnie, but with mixed success, oftentimes finding him not at work.
Lucas also thought more about Jack.



Caleb's reaction to Lucas' confession of love only made Lucas aware of
his own reaction to Jack' similar declaration.  Lucas had said nothing
at the time and had made no attempt to communicate with Jack since then.
The silence from Jack became apparent. Lucas decided to reach out to Jack
and make amends, and he texted Jack a simple, "How are things?'



Jack was quick to write back, "It's great to hear from you. Things are
good.  I am enjoying it.  Hoping to be kept for the winter season.  And
you?   I watch the games, and I think I saw you sitting in the dugout."



Lucas' reply was, "That's me.  I am in charge of the water cooler."



Jack's next text said, "This is where I work," and included a picture
of a large old hotel built with logs and timber.



Lucas sent back a picture of the ballfield from the dugout along with a
picture of Lucas holding his Bobcat jersey showing his last name on the
back.



Jack's return text was a picture of Jack standing in the restaurant
where he served as a waiter.  Jack had on a white shirt and blue shorts
and the message was, "You are not the only one with a uniform."



Lucas wrote, "Nice legs.  You look sexy.  I think about you often and
our good times in the basement."



Lucas' message opened the conversation to sex, and Jack was ready to
talk. "Man, it's been difficult. I think of you every day, and dream of
you every night.  You are an addiction, and withdrawal has been hard.
Jacking my cock has not been sufficient."



Lucas pondered what to reply.  Several minutes went by and then another
text came from Jack.  It was a picture of Jack and another guy.  The guy
looked 20, blond and tanned, in a tee that showed a good physique.  He
had his arm on Jack's shoulder.  The message was, "Here is your
substitute, but he is not a match for you.  You're the best."



Lucas was surprised, but realized that Jack had only done what Lucas
himself had done.  He thought it interesting that Jack was quick to show
Lucas that he could get along without him, perhaps because Lucas had
ignored Jack since the first of June.  With more reflection, Lucas was
glad that Jack had found someone.



Again, Lucas did not know what to say back, if anything.  Finally, he
writes back, "Good for you.  I hope he treats you nice.  You deserve
it."



Jack knows himself and Lucas.  They are both 18-year-old sex crazed
cocksuckers, and he had found an outlet.  He wondered how Lucas had
gotten by during the summer.  Jack writes, "And you?"



Again, Lucas is hesitant, not knowing how to reply.  Finally, he sent a
picture with no message.  It's a picture of Lucas and Caleb, standing
together both in their Bobcat uniforms.  Jack writes back, "If this
picture means what I think it means, Holy Shit!  Someday I want
details."



Jack's message was followed by another one.  It's just a picture of
Jack's big, hard cock, laying on Jack's flat stomach.



Three minutes later, Jack gets a picture as a reply.  It's Lucas' dick
in the same pose but a puddle of cum on Lucas' stomach and chest.



It was Lucas' last week.  The team was playing at home Monday through
Thursday before going on the road for ten days.  Lucas planned on packing
Friday, visiting his parents Saturday, and checking in to campus on
Sunday.



Caleb spent Monday night at Lucas' place.  To Lucas, it was another
enchanted time, and it ended with Caleb's request to be fucked by his
"college boy."  Lucas wanted more time with Caleb, particularly on
Thursday, his last day with the team.  Caleb said he could not commit,
but he would try.



On Thursday, Rusty told everyone that Lucas was leaving, and the team
gave him applause.  Many of the guys came and spoke individually to
Lucas, and he was pleased.  Rusty told him to take his uniform as a
remembrance.  At a private moment during the game, Lucas asked Caleb if
he was coming to see him later, and Caleb would only say, "We'll see."



As usual, Lucas was the last person in the locker room.  Even Rusty had
retired to his apartment behind the office.  Lucas was anxious to meet
Caleb so he decided to return the next day to clean out his locker.
Lucas turned out the lights and drove to his apartment.  He drove into
the parking lot, and Caleb's car was not there.  He drove around again
to be sure.  He parked but did not leave his car.  There was no hurry to
go into an empty apartment.  Lucas was hurt and disappointed.  He asked
himself, "Why?  Why couldn't he arrange to be with me on my last
night.  What could be so important?"



There was an answer to Lucas's question far in the back of his mind.  An
answer he did not want to consider.  Nevertheless, after a few minutes,
he started the car and drove a half mile down the road to Dusty Bremer's
apartment.  Caleb's car was in the parking lot.



Lucas crawled into bed that night, physically tired and emotionally
wounded.  He couldn't go to sleep.  His mind was filled with images of
Caleb naked and in bed with Dusty.  Were they sucking cocks?  Were they
fucking?   Who was on top?  Lucas reached for his phone and pulled up the
picture of Jack's hard cock.  He was going to put Caleb out of his
mind.  Lucas jerked his dick, stared at the picture, and remembered his
times with Jack.  He came.  It served its purpose.  He closed his eyes
and slept.



Lucas awoke Friday morning.  He had a busy day before him, packing and
cleaning his apartment before he left for a visit home on Saturday.  He
was reporting to campus on Sunday.  By the afternoon, he was ready to go
to the stadium to empty his locker.  The closer he drove to the stadium,
the more his despair of the previous night returned.  The expression on
his face revealed his emotional turmoil.

Lucas stood at the door of the locker room.  It was empty and quiet.  He
walked to Caleb's locker.  He stood in front of it, leaned forward, and
his forehead pressed against the door.  He spread his arms and embraced
the locker as if Caleb was standing there before him.

Lucas went to his own locker and removed the few items still in it.  He
closed the door.  All the disappointment he was feeling erupted in his
fist.  He pounded the door.  He hit it again.

"Stop that!" Lucas heard.  He turned and there was Rusty.  As usual,
always around and unseen, Rusty had watched Lucas act out his emotions
since he arrived at the stadium.

"Come with me," and Rusty walked into his office.  Lucas followed.
They walked through his office into his apartment behind it.  It was a
large square space with a kitchen on one wall, another wall had a sofa,
and another had a bed and row of lockers that served as a closet.

Rusty pointed to the table sitting in front of the kitchen and said,
"Sit down."

"You are wound tighter than a spring."  He went to a cabinet and then
the refrigerator.  He put on the table two shoot glasses and a bottle of
vodka from the freezer.  He poured two shots and said, "Drink."

"I drink beer," was Lucas' response.

"This will do you good.  I'll give you a beer for a chaser.  Go with
me.  One, two, three."

They both downed the vodka, and Rusty went back to the refrigerator for
two beers.

They sat across from each other, and Rusty started talking.

"You look like shit.  I bet you feel the same way.  It's about Caleb.
You two have been playing with each other's dicks all summer, and now
its ending."

Lucas raised his eyes and looked at Rusty in disbelief.

"You're surprised that I know.  I've been a cocksucker my whole life.
I can sense these things.  And also, I saw your hard-on the first time
you met Caleb.  I worried about you from the beginning. You two are going
different ways.  Caleb is staying here.  You are off to college.  I was
hoping you could just enjoy the sex but you gave him your heart."

Lucas was looking at Rusty.  The alcohol was doing its work, and the
feelings that Lucas had bottled up inside him, came pouring out.  Tears
welled up in Lucas' eyes before rolling down his cheeks.

"I love him," Lucas uttered.

"If you tell me, I don't doubt it. Only you can decide that. But love
does not have to be exclusive.  Your life isn't ruined if you can't be
with Caleb.  Just cherish the time you had together. You can love more
than one person.  You love both your mother and father.  I bet you will
find some guy in the future and love will blossom again."

Rusty continued, "I speak from experience.  I was twenty and fell hard.
He was wonderful and the sex was terrific.  He was also married and had a
child.  He followed his life's path and I was not in it.  You can see
his picture in Cooperstown.  Can you believe it?  I sucked a Hall of
Famer.  I won't tell you who.  But I still love him.  But I have also
loved others.  You can too if you let yourself."

They sat together.  They drank.  The conversation drifted to baseball,
and Rusty entertained Lucas with wild and crazy stories from his years in
baseball.  They turned on the TV to watch the Bobcats, and Rusty cooked
dinner for them.  At the end of the evening, Rusty got a pillow and sheet
for Lucas to sleep on the sofa.  Lucas was in no shape to drive back to
his apartment.

Rusty stripped down to his undershorts, turned out the light, and crawled
into bed with his back to Lucas.  Lucas drifted close to sleep, but just
could not settle his mind.  Soon he heard rhythmic breathing from Rusty
and knew that sleep had taken him.  Lucas lay there, thinking of the
events of the summer and reflecting on Rusty's words of advice and
guidance.

After an indeterminable amount of time laying on the sofa and staring at
the ceiling, Lucas got up, walked to Rusty's bed, pulled back the sheet,
and slipped himself into the bed, hoping not to wake Rusty.  He seemed to
have succeeded.  Lucas spooned with Rusty, with legs against legs, his
chest against Rusty's back.  He laid on his left arm and draped his
right arm around Rusty and held his chest.

Finally, the sense of abandonment that had possessed Lucas all day faded
away.  The touch of another body was healing.  Lucas' fingertips could
feel the fine hair that covered Rusty's chest.  He wondered if it was
sprinkled with grey like the hair on Rusty's head.  Lucas' arm was just
laying across Rusty, but Lucas still got a sense of Rusty's body.  It
was solid and lean, despite its age.  It was not Lucas' intention, but
his dick began to grow longer and thicker.  Lucas slowly and carefully
moved his hand and cupped Rusty's impressive pec.  A few moments later,
Rusty moved his own hand and laid it on Lucas' arm.

"I didn't mean to wake you up," Lucas said softly.

"I'm glad you did," was the reply.

Lucas' hand moved down Rusty's body and found a large hard cock.

"You're excited," said Lucas.

Rusty said back "So are you.  I can feel your dick against my back."

They both kicked off their shorts and lay side by side on the mattress,
their arms crossed, holding each other's dicks.  Then Rusty got up on
his elbow and looked down at Lucas in the dimness of the room.  He
explored Lucas' body with the lightest touch of his fingertips.  It was
sensual and exciting.  Lucas was intrigued by their age difference.
Lucas was a sex hunger youth with less than a handful of partners.  Rusty
was mature and experienced.  He had been with countless men, and he was
now feeling Lucas' body like he had done so many others.  Lucas had no
idea where this would end, but he decided to let Rusty lead him there.

Rusty slid down, held Lucas' cock straight up, put his lips over the
head, and swirled his tongue around it.  Then he lowered his lips and
took the beautiful eighteen-old dick into his mouth.  He sucked, and
Lucas moaned approval.  Rusty was an expert.

After several minutes of pleasuring Lucas' manhood, Rusty pulled his
mouth off Lucas' dick and said, "I bet you think you were lucky to have
had sex with Caleb, but you are wrong.  Caleb was the lucky one."  He
then spit into his hand, wet his hole, and turned his body around, laying
on his side, waiting for Lucas to penetrate him, to fill him with a big
dick, to leave him full of cum.

Lucas compiled and sunk his cock deep into Rusty.  They were spooning
again, but this time they were joined, their bodies united.  Rusty's
hole was the lock, and Lucas' dick was the key.  It was a glorious fuck,
something that they both needed.  Again, Lucas was aroused about Rusty's
age, thinking of others who had shared his hole, excited that he was
desired and wanted by someone so experienced.

Lucas had a tremendous climax, bucking his hips as he held Rusty tight
against his chest. Lucas lay there relieved, satisfied, and content.  He
reached down to Rusty's crotch and found a semi-hard dick and a puddle
of cum on the mattress.  Lucas was pleased.

Lucas woke the next morning to the sound of Rusty in the kitchen,
preparing breakfast.  After eating, Lucas gathered his things and thanked
Rusty for the wonderful time during the summer, adding "Thank you for
last night.  I needed help and advice.  It was a comfort."

Rusty smiled and said, "I'm always good for a sympathy fuck."

They hugged and Lucas left.  He needed only to pack the car, and then he
could be on the road.  When he entered his apartment, Johnnie was
sleeping on the couch beside a suitcase and a big black plastic bag.
Lucas still had a key under the front door mat, and Johnnie had let
himself in.

Johnnie woke up and immediately started talking.  He seemed frantic.
"Can I stay with you?  I can't go home.  I have no place safe."

Lucas explained that he was leaving that day.  He wasn't returning.
"What's wrong?" he asked.

"The police pulled my uncle's car out of the river.  He was dead with a
bullet in his head.  Someone tore up our apartment, looking for
something.  They may come back looking for me, but I don't know
anything.  I can't stay there anyway.  I don't have money for rent.
I'm afraid I will be sent to my parents.  I have no other relatives in
this country.  I want to stay here.  I just want to go to school and be a
normal student."

Johnnie looked at Lucas with fear in his eyes and said desperately,
"You're my friend.  You have to help me."

Lucas had always thought Johnnie's uncle was a shady operator.
Johnnie's story confirmed it.  But what could he do for Johnnie?  He was
leaving.  He thought for a moment and then went into the bedroom.
Johnnie could hear him talking with someone on the phone.  Lucas returned
and said he had a place for Johnnie that would be safe.  Lucas had a
friend who would help Johnnie figure out what to do.

Lucas knocked on the door as Johnnie stood beside him, holding his
suitcase and the plastic bag containing all the belongings that Johnnie
had taken from his apartment.  Rusty opened the door and invited his two
visitors in.

Rusty immediately began reassuring Johnnie that everything would be
alright.  "You can stay here as long as you need.  No one knows you are
here.  We can take our time and investigate your options.  You can sleep
on the couch, and I can get you to school.  If you want, I have a
part-time job for you, the one that Lucas had this summer.  Things will
be fine."

Johnnie finally seemed relaxed and the desperate look on his face
disappeared.  Lucas said that he had to go, and Johnnie gave him a hug.
Lucas's departing comment was "You can trust Rusty.  Just think of him
as an uncle."

Johnnie smiled.

Lucas drove his car home and spent the rest of the day and evening
unloading and then reloading it, stuffing it with everything he
anticipated he would need as a first-year student at college.  He was at
the campus by noon Sunday.  He checked in, got his student ID, and was
issued his dorm key.

Lucas and Jack had planned on rooming together before Jack got his dream
job working for the National Parks.  Jack said he was going to defer
attendance and work the winter season.  Lucas expected he would be
assigned a new roommate, but there was no sign of anyone.

Lucas's cell phone rang and it was Jack.  "Lucas, are you on campus
yet?  Tell me your new address."

"Hey.  I'm here.  It's Room 201, Harrison Hall.  Everything is
unloaded, clothes packed away.  Just waiting for my new roommate."

Jack replied, "I've got to hang up.  I will call you right back."

Lucas sat in a chair, planning tomorrow' schedule:  New student
orientation, buy textbooks, scope out eating options.  There was a knock
on the door.  Lucas opened it, and there stood Jack with a big grin on
his face.

"Fuck! What are you doing here?" was Lucas' response.

Jack said, "They didn't want me for the winter.  I am unemployed, so I
decided to go to college."

Lucas grabs Jack and pulls him into the room, closes the door, and
embraces him, giving Jack a lustful, passionate kiss.  It was their
second kiss ever.  Jack was momentarily surprised, but responds with the
same passion.  There are two single beds in the room.  Lucas pulls the
mattresses off the beds into the middle of the room.

"Take off your clothes," Lucas commands, as he strips off his own
clothes as fast as he can.  Lucas is first to be naked, and he kneels on
the mattresses, waiting for Jack, waiting for Jack's cock, a long, hard
pole that Lucas nicknamed "Big Boy" years ago.

Jack stood and watched Lucas suck his dick.  Lucas' head went back and
forth as wet lips traveled the length of Jack's cock.  Jack put his
hands affectionately on Lucas' shoulders and then the top of his head.
It had been three months, and it was wonderful to feel Lucas' mouth once
again.  Lucas was just as excited.

After some minutes, Jack puts pressure on Lucas' shoulders, indicating
that he wanted Lucas to lie down.  Lucas lay on his back on the mattress
with Jack kneeling between Lucas' spread legs.  Jack proceeds to make
love to Lucas with his lips and tongue and hands. He sucks cock and licks
balls.  Jack, like Lucas, had had new sexual experiences during the
summer, and Jack added what he had learned as he pleasured Lucas's
body.  He ran his finger tips up and down Lucas's legs and inter-tights,
not touching the skin but just brushing and stimulating the fine hairs
there.  After working his wet tongue up Lucas' stomach and chest and
sucking nipples, he pushed his face into Lucas' armpits.  Then he kissed
Lucas' shoulder, then his neck, before nibbling his earlobe and sticking
his wet tongue in Lucas' ear.

They traded places, and Lucas did the opposite, starting with kissing and
then working downward to nipples and pecs and abs and cock.  There he
lingered, alternating between dick and balls and dick again.  He returned
to Jack's balls, taking each orb into his mouth before taking his wet
tongue to that space between the ball sack and the ass crack.  Then he
put his hands behind Jack's knees and raised his legs, making his bottom
move upward and accessible.

When Lucas' tongue first touched Jack' crack, Jack gasped.  No tongue
had ever touched it before.  When Lucas pushed his face between Jack's
ass cheeks and tongued his puckered hole, Jack emitted a long "Ohhh" of
pleasure.  Lucas was pleased and continued to kiss and lick Jack's hole.

Lucas lowered Jack's legs and placed them together as he straddled
them.  After thoroughly wetting Jacks' cock, Lucas climbed over his
hips, pointed the cock skyward and lowered himself.  Jack went in easily
and completely.  Lucas was sitting on Jack, impaled with Jack's dick
deep inside him.  Jack was surprised and in disbelief, but immediately
accepted the wet tight hole offered to him.  It felt incredible.

Lucas fucked himself, raising and lowering his bottom, letting Jack's
cock slid through his tunnel.  Next, he sat down again and rocked back
and forth, again moving Jack's cock in him but in a different manner.
Finally, Lucas raised him ass several inches above Jack, and said "Fuck
me.  Fuck my hole."

Jack raised his hips and his cock went in deeper.  He bucked his hips
again and again and faster and faster.  His hands were on Lucas' arms
that braced him above.  He squeezed and his grip grew tighter and Jack
called out, "I'm going to cum."  He did, and Lucas could sense the
squirts of cum that Jack was depositing inside him.  Jack's hips slowed
and then stopped.  He grabbed Lucas's dick and began to jack it.  Lucas
was close, and within moments, Lucas' cum was shooting all over Jack's
chest.  A drop hit Jack's chin.  As they sat there motionless, Jack
takes his finger, wipes his chin, and sucks the cum into his mouth.
Lucas, looking down, opens his mouth, and Jack scoops cum up with his
fingers for Lucas to eat.

The two sat there, not wanting to move.  Lucas looked at Jack with
affection and smiled.  It was a joy to be with him.  Lucas said, "When
we were last together, you made a comment to me, which went unanswered.
I want to answer you now."  There was a pause, and then looking into
Jack's eyes, Lucas says, "I love you too."   And they kissed.

THE END