My Baseball Buddy Ch. 05
Dive into “My Baseball Buddy Ch. 05,” where friendship takes an unexpected turn on and off the field. Explore thrilling moments of passion, tension, and discovery as two teammates navigate their desires in this captivating gay sex story. Join the journey and see where their bond leads!
The beginning of the week found me feeling somewhat akin to the renowned opening line from “Tale of Two Cities.” Incredible occurrences contrasted with unfortunate circumstances.On the fantastic side of the equation, the sex I had was nothing short of extraordinary.
Out of the blue, without any anticipation, I experienced some of the most magnificent sexual encounters of my entire life. I dare say, even more so than on my honeymoon! The two days I spent with Nate exceeded the sex magic of the entire two-week honeymoon. The sex was divine, revealing an expansive universe of tantalizing ideas that rocked my world upside down and inside out.
I was on fire!This euphoria permeated everywhere I went, and I felt entitled to demand a raise and stride into the corner office. My colleagues suspected something was amiss, but were incorrect about the specifics. They knew I had been fortunate, but believed I had gone on a romantic getaway with my wife over the weekend. This aroused their desires to hear the details, which I gladly withheld.
Perverts.
Being that I was next level horny, I made some serious moves on my wife… and thankfully the wifey was appreciative to my attentions. We ended up having a couple wild bouts in the sack that helped take the edge off things.
But for all that… HOLY FUCKING SHIT WAS I FRUSTRATED.
Fuck it was rough. Having cashed in all my chips to spend time with Nate over the weekend, it was hard to politely make my way back there again. Besides, during the early part of the week I have other standing appointments and couldn’t reasonably get away. Of course, Wednesday’s game was a nooner, nixing me going over that evening… which meant Thursday eve was the next, only possible chance to get together with Nate alone before his wife came back on Friday.
His wife.
Shit… my wife.
What the hell were we doing?
And just like that, I was back trying to confront just how… fucking crazy this all was. I mean… I’m not sure I felt, well… gay. I mean, well, obviously I had crossed some “gayness” line over that weekend, but I didn’t feel any different. I didn’t start creeping on the guys at work. And not to be too blunt, but everything was in working order when I went after my wife. So, women clearly still did something for me.
Where did that leave guys? I had no idea, and didn’t know what to think.
In light of this, hitting the gym was a surreal experience. I was half afraid I was going to see all these dicks in the shower and lose control. And don’t get me wrong, I was totally checking things out. But my reaction was… weird. I kept bringing everything back to Nate. Like yeah, that guy was ripped, but he looked so… fake next to Nate’s body. That guy was shaved so much he looks like a 13-year-old girl, and had nothing like Nate’s lumberjack masculinity. That guy’s dick was way too short to do anything useful with, compared to Nate’s. And that guy…
Fuck it. The eye candy was fine, but there was only one Nate. He was perfect, and was a perfect fit to fill a hole in my life I didn’t even know I had.
But now what? What to do about Nate? Sad as it is to say for a grown-ass man, I didn’t know how… if? when?… to reach out to him. I mean, would that be too… clingy? Like I was a crazy-ass girlfriend? I’m pretty secure in the knowledge that he had as much of a good time as I did. I mean, guys can’t quite fake it the same way women can. And I know enough about Nate and the male anatomy in general to tell that he was fucking loving it, no question. But I didn’t know how to talk to him. Should I be playing it cool? What if we went too far too fast?
Was all this just an act of convenience that would blow over?
Shit. Shit shit shit.
And worst of all, through all of this I was so fucking horny I was about ready to roger our vacuum cleaner.
I finally bit the bullet and sent what I hoped was an easy-breezy message confirming Thursday’s game was a go. He sent a laconic answer that it was.
Those next few days were fucking brutal. Even with extra rounds with my wife, and more than a few extra rounds with my right hand, I was still pacing around the house hard enough to leave ruts in floorboards, on the brink of serious testosterone poisoning. Waiting. Waiting until Thursday evening when I could finally, legitimately get together with Nate again.
By the time Thursday night finally came around and I could legit get away, I fucking sprinted across the alley to his house, my rock-hard dick pointing the way. My mouth was dry, my pits were sweaty, and my hands were twitchy. I ran through his back door, and sprinted down his stairs two at a time to find…
…Nate buck naked. He was kneeling on the couch cushions with his arms thrown over the back. His hairy ass pointed right at me. “Fuck I thought you’d never get here,” he growled, leering at me over his shoulder.
“Hoh-ohhhhhh… FUCK!” I snarled out. I savagely kicked the coffee table out of the way, flipping it onto its side. I grabbed his hips, and fucking slammed my face into his hairy crack.
“AWWWWW, FUUUUUCK!! FUCK! YEAH! MAN!!”
Fuck, yeah.
His butt funk filled my nose and I started a wet, sloppy assault for all I was worth. I fucking ground my face in, as hard as I possibly could, desperate to bury my tongue inside him up to the root. I fumbled my clothes; hoping we’d get it on, I hadn’t worn anything… complicated. I crazily hauled my shirt over my head. It was a clumsy maneuver, executed hastily, and I almost tore my ear off. But in a flash, I was naked as he was.
All the while, I fucking ate him. I was slamming into him so hard his body was getting crushed into the couch, but I didn’t give a fuck. I swung my head from side to side, raking him with my stubble, before lapping up and down his crack like a deranged dog. His butt hair tickled my face, smeared with my spit. I sucked him, sucked his hole, and munched up and down furiously. Nate barked out his excitement, reaching back and grinding my face even further. Grinding his hips, while shouting out, “FUCK yeah! FUCK yeah! FUCK yeah!”
I could eat that ass for hours, but I needed a hell of a lot more. I stood up and grabbed the lube Nate had next to him, and roughly slathered some on my dick. Funny… my dick was already wet; I had leaked out enough precum that it looked like I had already shot my load. I clambered onto the couch, kneeling behind Nate, and… well, fuck it. Normally I’d take it easy but neither of us was in a mood for “easy.”
I fucking rammed myself in. All the way. Balls deep.
Nate bellowed like a gored bull. I leaned in heavily against him, my hairy chest slamming against his back. From there, I bent my head in, and fucking went wild on his neck, using my lips and tongue to go after him as hard as I had been eating his ass moments before. With his left hand, he reached behind him and roughly grabbed my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp. My left hand shot around his body to grab his dick and start jacking him. I ran my teeth across his ear.