Date: Wed, 24 Feb 2021 21:52:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: corpusdawg88@aim.com
Subject: Tales from a jock 3rd base part one

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Tales from a Jock: Third Base Part One

It was senior year and we had gone to State.

That was a big deal for our school since up till then we were pretty
shitty. iI had just transferred in at the start of the year so a lot of the
guys said it was because of me. It wasn't, but I wasn't one to pass up free
praise.  We had driven up to Oakland where we would be staying at a hotel
room, to guys to a room. A couple people had asked it I wanted to share a
room but I turned them down, I had a target in my sights, a target I had
wanted since the first day I had walked into the locker room.

His name was Troy and he was everything teenage jocks want to be. He was
over six feet, dark black hair, green eyes and a body that was sculpted by
god. His dad was one of those try hards who had been working his son since
he was 8, trying to turn him into the perfect jock. His father had
succeeded beyond anyone's wildest dreams and then some. Troy was a great
athlete, a nice guy and all around sweetheart. What he wasn't was bright.

I don't want to call him stupid but he was quick to follow and never asked
questions. I assume it was a lifetime of following his dad's orders
combined with a decade of coaches screaming at him what to do that had
conditioned him into this sheeplike nature, frankly I didn't care. Troy was
a mountain I was not only going to climb but to conquer. I was going to
plant my flag in his ass and make him beg for more which started with
sharing a room.

When I sat down next to him n the bus he was surprised. Like I said, I was
popular on the team for just showing up and that fame extended to Troy, the
guy who was probably responsible for our winning streak in the first
place. But Troy didn't know that. Troy had been taught an awww shucks, it
was the team, kind of mentality which meant he would never take credit for
anything other than just being part of the team. So when I sat down his
eyebrows raised, not sure why I would be talking to him.

Bless his heart.

"Hey, you wanna share a room?" I asked.

"Me?" he literally pointed to himself.

I gave him that Zach Morris smile that made everything think they were in
on the joke, "Yeah you man, I feel like we haven't had a lot of time to
talk."

We had never talked other the occasional nod and random bullshit but he was
too polite to point that out and I was too insistent for him to try.

"Yeah sure, I don't mind. I think I was supposed to be with..."

"Don't worry about it, I can take care of it."

The exact words he needed to hear. Like the well trained baseball cow he
was he smiled and nodded, leaving me in charge to handle the details. A
pattern that was going to continue all night.

I walked over to the guy he was going to room with and told him to find
someone else,. He opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it and
just nodded. Then I made sure everyone else was busy with other things and
sat back down with Troy, "All settled."

"Cool," he said, not wanting to know how I did it, another good sign.

We talked as we drove, he had a girlfriend but was a virgin, he was into
his local church, but that was because of his mom and not him. He was the
prototypical All American boy, just the type I was drawn to and just the
type I liked to corrupt. He thought the fact I was a military brat and had
lived all over was incredibly cool and made me seem more worldly than I
was. He had never been outside of California and was looking forward to
getting a scholarship out of state. He didn't say it was to get away from
this parents and the role that had molded him into. I doubt he even thought
it consciously, but the boy wanted to break free.

And I was here to help him do that.