Date: Sat, 8 Dec 2018 23:34:55 -0800
From: Joe L <bdslider1@gmail.com>
Subject: Backdoor Slider - Chapter 21

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This story is completely fictional.  Any resemblance by name or description
to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental.  This is a love story
between two 16-year old boys.  If this offends you, if you are not of legal
age or if this content is not legal in your area, please do not read this.
If you have comments, please email me at bdslider1@gmail.com.

This is a rewrite.  I have edited and added some chapters from the original
posting.  I hope you enjoy!
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Backdoor Slider

Chapter 21

I turn my cap backwards and slowly saunter up to him.

"Hey," he says.

I get right in front of him, pin his biceps to the lockers with my hands
and lean my head in.  The split second before our lips meet, I stick out my
tongue and plunge it into his mouth.  We both wrap a hand around the back
of each other's neck as we try to press our mouths into each other as hard
as we can.  Our jerseys are crinkling up against each other, so I break the
kiss and head down.

"You wanna pitch me some cum, dude?" I say as I descend down to the level
of his belt.  I can hear him stifle a laugh, but he quickly composes
himself.

"Yeah, fuckin' SUCK IT, shortstop."  He's totally in character now.  I give
one quick lick to the outside of his baseball pants, but since we probably
have only three minutes left, I quickly undo his pants and bring his dick
out of his jock to show the camera.  I smile up at him and sensually take
his dick in my

"Suck that hot jock dick," he moans as I start to pleasure him.  I try to
do some sucking motions that will look good on camera.  I pull my mouth
completely off, knowing that he is close.

"You like that, man?"

"Fuck yeah," he moans.  His dick is giving off heat, and it seems to be
begging me to wrap my mouth back around it.  I lick its swollen head and
jack it, running my other hand up and down his leg.

"I want your cum in my mouth, man.  Give it to me." I jerk his dick just
out of my open mouth.

"I'm gonna fuckin' give it to you.  I'm gonna fuckin' NUT." A spasm goes
through his body with a wave, and I bring my tongue up so that the
underside of his dick can rest on it.  I feel his cum start to jet to the
roof of my mouth and coat my tongue, and I just hope the white squirts will
show up on video.

"Fuck yeah," I pant out quickly as soon as I'm sure he's finished and take
his dick back in my mouth.  With an over-acting moan, I gulp down what I've
been saving.

"Fuckin' eat that hot jockboy cum," Luke pants as he presses the back of my
ballcap into his crotch.  He must also realize our time restriction and
then lifts me up by the armpits with one quick hoist.  He gives me a quick,
cum-savoring kiss, spins me around and slams my back up against the locker.

"You got a hot load for me, short stop?" he asks as he descends and starts
undoing my pants.

"Fuck yeah! I got a big creamy load worked up just for you."  He pries my
dick out of my various gear and smiles as he runs his tongue up and down
the shaft.

"You've got a hot fucking dick, shortstop," he says as he takes me into his
mouth, and really starts sucking.

"Suck that dick, man. Fucking SUCK IT!" I moan out.  I'm no longer acting,
as the sensation is just too powerful.  I feel myself start to reach the
point of no return.  The situation combined with the hours of anticipation
I went through means there's no way I can delay it, even for a few seconds.
"I'm gonna fucking cum so hard, dude!"

"Yeah, man.  Give it to me.  I want it all." Luke is mimicking my
jerking-off-into-the mouth strategy.  He rests his tongue under my dick and
eagerly awaits my eruption.  The first jet is a little stronger than he
anticipates, and it squirts up to hit him above his upper lip.  Some of the
cum even goes slightly up his nose.  Undeterred, he moves in slightly so
the rest of my squirts go into his mouth and down his throat.  He moans and
swallows with the gusto of a hammy porn actor.  He finally takes my dick
out of his mouth and starts smearing the cum on his lips and nose with my
slowly-drooping dick.  "Oh yeah, your cum tastes so fucking good,
shortstop." He says as he licks the cum that he's been pushing around off
the tip of my dick.

"Fuck yeah, dude.  Eat it up.  Get every drop." I wipe off what I can see
on his face with my finger and then feed it to him as he finishes slurping.

When we're satisfied that all the evidence is gone, we both slowly put our
dicks back in place and close up our uniforms.  We both look at each other
and I lean in and give him one more hot kiss.

"Now, go out there and win us a ballgame!"  I slap him on the butt and we
can't help but crack up.  I race over and turn off the camera.

"Holy shit dude!  That's going to be so fucking hot!" he laughs.

"We could sell that for thousands of dollars."  It's going to be much
hotter than I had imagined.  I put the camera back in my bag and stash it
securely in my locker.  "Now, we just have to go out there and pretend
we're fired up for the game."

"Oh fuck!  I have to pitch now?"

We walk out of the locker room and start jogging towards the field.  We see
Coach Garcia heading towards us, but he stops and turns around when he
spots us.

"I was just coming to get you guys," he says. "We're ready to go and Olson
hasn't even warmed up yet!"  As Luke heads to the mound to warm up, I
almost grab him for a good-luck kiss without thinking.  I chuckle to myself
as I start to stretch.  I watch him try to get focused.  He's huffing and
puffing out there.  He sounds like he's doing Lamaze breathing exercises.
He throws a couple of pitches, and I know he's going to be fine.  I spot
Denise and my mom up in the stands.  I nod at them with a half-smile.

I try not to stare at Luke as he pitches, but he's such a big hunk of
perfection out there.  The pressure of perfection is off very quickly as
some tall snaggle-toothed kid hits a hard single in the first inning.  He
gets the other three outs fairly easily and we're off to a good start.  In
the bottom of the first inning, we score two runs despite my strike-out.

The pregame ejaculation has had the opposite effect on us, as opposed to
the horniness last game.  Luke seems totally fine, and I'm the one who
can't get the locker room scene out of my mind.

In the top of the second inning, a ground ball is hit right at me, and it
goes right between my legs.  I haven't had that happen since fourth grade!
I can see Luke glaring at me out of the corner of my eye, so I look over at
him so I can convey a sorrowful look.  He's looking at me with a hateful
glare, but just as he turns back to the plate, he gives me a very quick
wink and secret smile.  I now know why those old- fashioned cartoons had
women fainting over a handsome man.  I feel like I could melt right into
the dirt, just from that little wink.  I have to cover my mouth with my
glove to keep everyone from seeing my huge smile.  We score a couple more
runs in the bottom of the inning and stretch our lead to three runs.

Snaggle-tooth is up again, and this time, he hits a towering home run.
We're still ahead 4-2, but he's acting like he just won the game.  I stare
him down on his trip around the bases, but he never notices me.  Luke is
too busy kicking the dirt, wondering how he squared up that pitch and hit
it so hard.  I don't think he notices the excessive celebration.  I watch
snaggle-tooth back in his dugout bragging about his home run.  I can hear
bits and pieces of his boasting; he sounds like a stupid yokel.  He's a
fucking snaggle-toothed hillbilly!  For the next couple of innings, I get
so angry every time I hear his stupid voice.  I hope we can do something
soon to shut him up.

Things calm down for a while.  It's now the sixth inning.  We're still
ahead 4-2, but we're stalled on offense, as their new pitcher seems to have
better stuff.  Luke starts to get in trouble in the bottom of the inning
with a couple of walks.  Maybe he knew snaggle-tooth was coming up, and he
lost focus on guys that came up before him.  However, here we are.  Two
guys are on base and snaggle-tooth is up, representing the go-ahead run.

First pitch... ball one.  Luke takes a deep breath.  I'm so nervous I can't
breathe.  Another home run and Luke is going to fucking freak out.  He's
going to blame me for the BJ video and say it ruined his focus.  The next
pitch sails really high and Kevin is just barely able to catch it.  It
would be much better for Luke to just walk him and deal with the next guy.
I just hope he doesn't give snaggle-tooth a pitch to hit.  Luke winds up
for the next pitch, and it nails snaggle-tooth in the meat of his quad
right above his knee.

He immediately starts charging the mound, heading straight for Luke.
Without thinking, I bolt towards snaggle-tooth.  I feel like I'm running in
slow motion, and I can't get anywhere.  Luke has his feet planted, ready to
strike.  Snaggle-tooth arrives at the mound and throws a clumsy punch, as
he doesn't take into consideration that he was moving and Luke was waiting
for him.  Luke dodges it easily and makes a well-timed swing.  He connects
with all of his force right on snaggle-tooth's jaw.  The punch drops
snaggle-tooth to the ground with a thud, and that's when I arrive.  I see
out of the corner of my eye two guys from their dugout tackle Luke, but I'm
now sitting on top of snaggle-tooth's chest.  It's time to teach him a
lesson.  I punch him as hard as I can three times quickly in the face.  The
third punch knocks his awful tooth out of his mouth and cuts my knuckle
pretty bad.  The next thing I see is recently- toothless staring up at me
with shock and fear in his eyes.  I look down to see my hands wrapped
around his neck.  I'm strangling him.  Before I can stop myself, the
someone knocks into me, and I go flying into the air and tumble on the
grass.

I look up to see everyone frozen.  Several people are gathered around
toothless, who is gasping, coughing and wailing like a baby.  Some people
are staring at him and others are staring at me with shock and disgust.  I
look over at Luke and he mouths, "Are you okay?" at me.  I can't believe
what has happened and I just stare at the ground.  In a minute, I feel
someone grab me under my armpit.

"Come on, let's go."  Coach Morgan hoists me up by the arm and I walk back
to the dugout with him.  I sit down on the bench and he wraps up my hand
with gauze.  "Come with me," he says as he heads for the exit.  We walk out
and I see the campus police car parked right outside of the baseball field.
The police officer walks over.

"Is this the kid?" he asks.

"Connor, wait in the back of the car until we can get this all straightened
out."  Coach Morgan and the rent-a-cop head back towards the field.  Holy
shit, am I going to be arrested?  Am I going to juvey?  I see my parents
and Denise running up.

"Oh Garrett!" Mom sobs.  Everyone begins questioning me at once, but I just
shut everyone out.  I stare down at my feet and eventually everyone shuts
up.  We wait in silence for what seems like forever.

Finally, Coach Garcia approaches.  I'm glad it's him and not Morgan. H e's
much nicer and calls you by your first name.

"Well, I've got good news and bad news, Garrett," he says as he puts his
hand on my shoulder.  "First the good news.  No one's pressing any charges.
They all realize that there's no way Luke was intentionally throwing at
that little shit.  Pardon my language.  Anyway, the little shit's going to
be fine.  He'll probably have some bruises in the shape of your
fingerprints, and you probably did him a favor in the long run by knocking
out that tooth.  Now, for the bad news. Garrett, you're suspended from the
team for the rest of the season."

"WHAT?!?" I look up at him with tears in my eyes.

"When ballplayers fight, they throw punches and push each other around.
You never, EVER do anything to injure anyone and take them away from the
game.  No strangling, no kicking, no stabbing and no shooting."  I
appreciate his attempt at a joke, but I'm still in shock from what I just
heard.  "You're going to have to go to anger management counseling with
Mr. Wilson for the rest of the school year.  If you stay out of trouble and
complete your counseling, I don't see any reason why you won't be able to
join the team next year."

"Nooo," is all I can manage to say as I shake my head.

"Also, I just want you to know that if there is any retaliation from either
side, there will be arrests made and there will be jail time.  I know you
wouldn't do anything like that, but just be careful.  I can't speak for the
other guy."

"Yeah," I nod and wipe my nose.

"Okay, go on home with your folks and take it easy," he says and starts to
walk away.

"Is the game still going on?" I ask.

"No, we forfeited," he says without turning around.

I ride home in silence with Mom.  My car is still sitting in the parking
lot at school, even though I insisted I was able to drive.  When we get
home, I jump out of the car, bust in the front door, run up the stairs to
my room and slam the door shut.  I start ripping off my uniform with total
frustration.  I jump on my bed, lie in the fetal position and sob.
Everything was so perfect just a few hours ago.  Now I've let everyone
down, especially Luke.

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If you'd like pictures (G-rated, of course!) of what I think Garrett and
Luke look like, send me an email.  I will be posting one chapter of this
story every week, and I will be alternating with a new story in the
Gay-Incest section called "Mason in the Center".  Check it out if a love
story between brothers is your thing.

Also, check out my story, "We Have the Summer" in the Gay-Incest section,
which was just completed!
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