A gay adult story: Pipe Crew XVII by OregonDavid ,
Just a little holiday surprise for my readers.
I was really tired when I wrote this. It’s got a gay part in it, so you’ve been warned. People have asked if this really happened. Of course it did. That’s why it’s listed under fiction and not true-life.
The state baseball playoffs began in earnest after school let out for the summer. Centerville had made the playoffs and we were favored to go deep, but not win it all. One of the fortunate side effects from splitting shakes was how strong it made my wrists. I started putting a natural dive on the one pitch they let me throw. My fastball had a nasty habit of dropping off the table as it approached the plate, like a sinker only with more movement. Those wrists also gave me a little more pop in the swing, so I was getting on base a little more, which allowed me to steal more, which meant we scored more. For the last ten games of the year, I started at centerfield when I wasn’t scheduled to pitch.
We won the first game of the playoffs, in the round of sixteen. We beat a good Maize High team by being just a little better. I closed that game with nine straight pitches that drew whiffs from the batters. After the game Coach Harris and Coach Parsons called me into the baseball office.
“Paul, you’ve got some seriously nasty stuff right now. I’d like to start you against Emerald on Thursday. They are loaded with long ball hitters and if you can stymie them for five or six innings, we might be able to get enough of a lead to hold them off at the end. Are you up to it? Pitching on two days rest?”
“Yes sir. Be glad to do it. Nine pitches wasn’t much of a work out. My arm’s fine. Anything I can do to help the team.”
“I told coach that’s what you’d say,” growled pitching coach Billy Parsons. “You’ve got a real gift with that right arm Paul. You can go to college on that arm, if’n that’s what you want to do.”
“Yes, sir. But college is a long way off, and Emerald is on Thursday. Is there anything I need to do to get ready?”
“Go see Doc. He’ll check your arm and make sure you are good to go.” I nodded and left the coaches office.
“Hey Doc,” I said casually as I entered the training room. “Coach Harris has lost his mind and says I am going to start on Thursday. It’s up to you to make sure I can throw on Thursday without looking too bad.”
“There’s only so much I can do, Pauly. After that, you are on your own bud. Let’s get your arm in the tub.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that,” I laughed as I stripped off my shirt. “Do you want to go tell my dad I am going to be a couple hours so he can take the family out to dinner? “
“Sure kid, no problem.” Doc Trelease wandered out to the parking lot and spoke with my dad and family. He was out there long enough for me to cycle out of the ice and into the shower to heat up. I stripped in the locker room, grabbed a couple of towels and hit the hot shower. My teammates were finishing up with their post-game showers and I went back into the training room, my home away from home. I had my arm submerged in the ice bath for round two when Doc sauntered back in.
“It looks like you’ve been to the showers already. How’s your arm?”
“Never better Doc. Nine pitches? Come on. I throw twenty-five or thirty just warming up.”
“It’s not the number of pitches we have to worry about. It’s that ONE pitch you throw wrong and the whole machine comes apart. Hit the showers again.”
This time the rest of the locker room was empty. As I soaked under the hot water, my arm tingled as the heat penetrated. I thought back to an evening not too long before when Doc and I exchanged blow jobs. Doc definitely knew how to suck a cock. Just thinking about it started a reaction in my groin. I thought about soaping it up and taking care of business, but I decided to let it go and see what might happen. Instead I dried off and walked back to the training room with a towel around my waist and I happened to glance in the mirror. The face looking back at me was shocking. A year before I had been a scrappy fourteen year old, and now I could see a young man. There was muscle definition everywhere. My forearms bulged with striated and sinewy muscles, covered in veins. My stomach was defined. I was still pretty light, about 160 lbs., but I was taller. Maybe it was the low light of the locker room, but I swear I could see the shadow of a beard around my chin line. I still sported the farm tan and my hair was still long and blonde, but most of my baby fat had melted away.
Back in the tub went my arm, icy water doing its miraculous healing of injuries that hadn’t occurred. The towel around my waist gapped open and I absent-mindedly scratched and fondled my groin with my left hand. Baseball players do that a lot. Athletic supporters with cups tended to cut into the soft groin flesh. I didn’t even realize I was doing it in full view of Doc Trelease, the trainer. When he started rubbing his crotch in my line of sight, instead of stopping, I just watched. Doc has great hands and I wouldn’t mind if he put them on me again.
When I finished the last cycle of ice, I got up slowly.
“Does your back hurt?”
“It’s nothing Doc. Just those hard chairs you make us sit in. I’ll get a hot shower and work it out.”
“Just to be safe, once you are finished in there, come in here and I’ll give you a good rub-down.”
“Whatever you say Doc.”
I spent the next five minutes in the shower fantasizing about Doc Trelease and his wonderful hands. My cock rose to full attention. I shut the water off, dried off, hung a towel over my boner and walked behind my white flag back into the training room.
“Show off,” remarked Trelease. “Up on the table. Face down.”
I climbed up onto the black Naugahyde training table and lay face down, pressing my cock down between my legs. Doc worked me over good. He paid a lot of attention to my right arm and lower back. Even though I felt great, I didn’t want him to stop.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Doc, it’s kind of embarrassing, but my lower back and my …. Butt …. Muscles are really tight. “
“We can’t have that, can we.”
“Unnnh unnnnn,” I agreed.
He started working my lower back and my gluteus, really digging those powerful thumbs into the deepest parts of my tissues. Every so often he would slip his thumbs between my ass cheeks and I would respond by spreading my legs a little wider, inviting him to go as far as he liked. It wasn’t that I was into Doc that much, it’s just that I was horny as hell and he was handy. He lowered his hands to work on the area where my ass cheeks become my thighs. His hands worked inside the gap and his fingertips would graze my engorged cock. I pressed my ass upward and spread my knees farther. He stopped. I didn’t look, but I heard a tube snap open. Then I felt something cool on my ass cheeks and tops of my thighs. As Doc started rubbing this new lotion around, I could tell it was pretty slick. Petroleum jelly or something like it. He rubbed the bulk of the cream into the crack of my ass. I felt one, then two fingers pressing against my upturned anus.