Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2012 13:48:26 -0500 From: Aaron Grant Subject: Merkle's Boner chapter 3 Okay, so there was some confusion the last time. I'm waiting a bit to submit each chapter to Nifty. There are 9 chapters currently written, but only 3 submitted. Don't worry, I'll get there. Any questions, comments, concerns e-mail thegrantfinale123@gmail.com Merkle's Boner Chapter 3 The day of the big game between us, the Mustangs, and our biggest rival, the Titans, from Southville High School, had finally arrived. I was ready for anything. I was third baseman, so it pretty much all counted on me to stop the other team from making home runs, and my swing had improved a lot since I'd been going to the batting cage every night. I put on my uniform, careful to put the cup on correctly this time; I couldn't afford to be distracted during such an important game. Slapping on my baseball cap, I met Zach in the locker room as we waited for the game to start. "Did you want to..." Zach hesitated. "...have a quick session before we go?" I thought about it for a moment. "Nahh," I eventually decided. "It might affect my game." "Okay," he smiled, which me made me smile. I still felt bad about calling him a faggot the other day. Zach and I had sort of made our "sessions" a regular thing. We were both always rock hard by the end of practice, so we always had a quick jerk together before showering and leaving. I am not gay, don't get me wrong. I like boobs, but there was just something about having someone there with me, someone watching me do something so explicit, that turned me on. And, it also got me a new good friend. Granted, Zach and I had gone to school together since Elementary school, and we were friends, but we were never really good friends. Zach and I talked about other things, too. We liked a lot of the same music, same TV shows, and obviously, the same sports. He was a pretty cool kid. Hell, he could be gay all he wants; it don't bother me none. He was really nice, too, and smart. He sometimes helped me with my homework, and I was in advanced classes. (Granted, so was he; he was in even more than me.) Finally, we got ready to go to the dugout, and the game began. It wasn't much of a sight, though. By the end of the fourth inning, we were winning 4-nothing. It's like they weren't even putting up a fight. When the game ended, the score was 9-2, Mustangs. I had made 2 hits, a steal or two, and even gotten to home plate once or twice. I'd stopped them from scoring 3 times, and caught the ball in the air twice. It was kind of a let down for such a big game. The team headed back into the locker room to shower, and soon only Zach and I were left again. I could tell he had a massive boner again, even though I didn't. "You wanna?" he asked hopefully. Even though I wasn't hard, it wouldn't be that difficult to make it hard. "Sure," I replied, and we walked over to the bench we usually sit on. We both dropped our pants and he pulled out his hard cock from his cup. I pulled my softie out and started waving it around to get it hard. "You weren't hard?" he said. I shook my head. "Then why'd you want to jerk off with me?" I laughed. "I'm a guy, Zach. Guys always wanna jerk off. Jerk off or get laid." He cracked a smile. Zach sat there staring at the wall, still stroking his cock, for a minute, while I tried to get mine up. After a minute, I could only manage a raging semi, gave an exasperated sigh and slumped down on the bench. "This has never happened to me before," I said, embarrassed. I sounded like we were just about to have sex and I'd discovered I have erectile dysfunction. Zach gave me a look, like he was thinking of something, and then said, "I know how to get it up." My heart started racing. Oh, God, what was he about to do? He stopped stroking his own cock and reached over with his right hand and grabbed mine. I jumped, blushed, and closed my eyes. His hands were cold and clammy; obviously he was nervous as fuck. I could hear his irregular breathing as he played with my dick. Surprisingly, it stood straight up mere seconds after he started. He smiled delightedly, and continued stroking it slowly, sending chills and jolts of electrified pleasure through my entire body. I had never had anybody else touch my dick before, and even though it was a guy, I really enjoyed it. I'm still not gay, though. Zach started stroking me faster and faster, and with the increase in speed came the increase in pleasure. It felt fucking amazing. "Ohh god," I moaned. I felt the steady rhythm of his hand pumping my cock, and started thrusting into his fist. I felt my semen being pushed closer and closer to the head of my cock, and I softly moaned, "Oh, god, Zach! I'm gonna cum!" before shooting my seed all over my baseball shirt. Zach put his hand up to his lips and licked off the remnants of my orgasm, with a huge smile on his face that I knew wasn't going away for a while. I caught my breath and put away my softening dick. I swabbed the wad of cum off my shirt and licked it off my fingers. It tasted salty, and I didn't hate it. But I'm not gay.