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                            FOUL BALL


     It was the bottom of the seventh inning. The Dodgers were winning
seven to one. Most of the fans were well on their way to the parking
lot. Steve Sax was up. It was 3 and 2, and he'd already fouled off
three times in a row. It was starting to get a little boring, and my
gaze wandered back to the cute kid a few rows ahead that I had been
lusting after the past few innings or so. That's why I wasn't paying
attention as the next foul ball he hit went almost straight up in the
air and then came down straight at me. I saw it, but too late to react,
and as I stood it hit me in the chest and I sprawled back into the next
row.

     Two straw-hatted security guards were there in a few seconds,
helping me to my feet. They asked me if I was all right, and I said it
only hurt a little and I was OK, but they said I should go get some
first aid, anyway. I'm not sure, but I think the crowd gave me a hand
as they led me up and out of the stands. We went through an unmarked
door, and down a long hall towards a door that said, "TRAINERS ONLY."
As we approached, the door opened up and I drew in a breath as one of
the most beautiful men I had ever seen appeared. He was about 6 feet 2,
blond, handsome rugged face, very muscular arms and chest bulging
through his shirt.

     "I saw what happened on the TV screen. Bring him in here..." They
left me with him, and closed the door behind them as he helped me to a
table, and sat me on it. "My name is Dean. How are you feeling?"

     I introduced myself, and said I was feeling OK, but he wanted to
be sure. He placed his hand lightly on my left pectoral, and said,
"This where the ball hit ya?  Take off your shirt and let's have a look
at it."

     I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and he felt my chest again with
his strong but gentle hand.

     "This hurt?"

     I told him it did a little, and he said, "Yeah, I bet it does, you
have quite a bruise there." He had no idea how much his touch was
helping. "I think I have something that might make it feel better."

     He reached down into a drawer in the table and took out a tube, and
put some of the cream in his palm. Then he started to massage it into
the area right below my left pectoral. My cock was so hard by this time
that it was about to rip right through my jeans. I was sure he looked
right at my crotch and saw it.

     "There, how does that feel?" It felt cold and took some of the
ache away. "It's mineral ice. Now, do you hurt any place else?  How
about when you fell back into the seats?"

     Pain was the furthest thing from my mind right now, but I told him
that my right hip was a little sore.

     "I can help you with that too, if you'd like, take off your pants
and lie down on the table on your stomach."

     I stood up, removed my tennies, and then pulled off my jeans. My
shorts were tenting out as far as the big top at the circus. I got back
up on the table and laid down. He asked me again exactly where it hurt,
then put a little oil on his palm and started a slow, easy massage with
both his hands, around my hip, and then my ass, and reaching around my
legs and teasing my crotch.

     "Feelin' better?"  he asked.

     I told him that it felt real good, and not to stop. With his hands
still on my ass, he looked straight in my eyes and asked me to turn
over. I did immediately, and his eyes went straight to the hard cock in
my shorts. He touched my cock through the material and I moaned softly.

     With that, he pulled down my shorts and buried my cock in his
face. He sucked my cock all the way down, went back to the tip and
swallowed it all the way again.  While he was doing this, he had taken
his cock out and was beating it off. After a few minutes, he stepped
out of his pants, pulled my shorts all the way off, and got up on the
table with me straddling my legs. His cock was as beautiful as the rest
of him, about 7 inches long, pretty thick, uncut and perfectly shaped.
He grabbed his dick again and then bent over and went back to work on
mine.  Every time I got close he pulled back and let it subside.

     After about 15 minutes, he took some of the massage oil and oiled
up his hard cock, then lifted my legs over my head and drilled into my
ass all the way. He stayed in for a little while, then slowly started
to fuck in and out, slowly picking up the tempo until finally he was
fucking really hard and fast. He was sweating hard and the aromas in
the room alone would have been enough to make me come. I had my hand on
my cock, and was jerking myself to his rhythm. Finally, he started to
moan, and fucked in and out hard once... twice... and then a third time
fucked in hard and yelled "OH SHIT!" and filled my ass with cum as I
exploded all over him at the same time.

     We both laid on the table for a few minutes, until he glanced over
at the TV and said, "Hey!  The games almost over and the team'll be
wandering through here any minute.  We'd better get cleaned up and
dressed!" As we were getting dressed, he again asked me if I was OK,
then said, "Next time you're here at the stadium, why don't you drop by
so I can check you out to make sure there were no complications!"

     I assured him I would and walked out the door and back to the main
stadium area.

     As I was heading toward the exit, I heard a voice calling me. I
turned around to see the cute kid I had been looking at when the ball
hit me.

     He ran up to me and handed me the ball, telling me he retrieved it
after I was hit, but he thought I deserved to have it, and waited out
here to give it to me. Then he asked me if I could give him a lift, as
the friends he had come with had already gone.

     I said, "sure," and led him to my car.

     On the way out of the parking lot, he told me that his name was
Billy, and that he was a Senior in high school.  He lived not too far
away from where I did, and all the way home we talked about Baseball
and the Dodgers. He said his favorite player was Oral Herschieser, and
wished that he could get to see him pitch in the game that was coming
up on Saturday, but that it was sold out and, being a home game,
wouldn't be on TV.

     I said, "Well, it'll be on my TV! I have Dodgervision!"

     Upon hearing that, Billy got all excited and practically begged me
to let him come over Saturday afternoon to watch the game.

     I, of course, as nonchalantly as I could, said sure!

     Billy showed up that Saturday afternoon just in time for the pre-
game show. I didn't think it would have been possible, but the kid
looked even hotter than he did the other day at the stadium! He was
wearing very short cut-off jeans, a t-shirt cut-off below the pecs and
tennies with no socks. In the tight cutoffs, his basket was bulging out
proudly.

     I think he smiled as he saw me look at it. The TV was already on,
and we sat down together on the couch to watch the game.

     About two innings, two Old Cokes and two bowls of popcorn later,
Vince Sculley was talking about the various injuries some of the
players had sustained over the season.  (Yes, I know, Vinnie does not
announce on Dogervision.  But REAL Dodger fans turn the TV sound off,
and listen to him on the radio!) Anyway, he mentioned that one of the
Atlanta players was playing with a slight groin injury.

     Billy turned to me and said, "Groin injury. That means he hurt his
balls, doesn't it?"

     I said yes.

     "I bet that must hurt a lot!" he said.

     I asked him how did he know, had he ever been hurt there?

     "No, not really," he said, "but once when we were in gym my friend
got hit in the balls with a baseball. He said if he hadn't been wearing
a jock, he'd have died!  You should have seen the black and blue mark!"

     "You saw it?" I asked.

     All of a sudden, he acted like he remembered you're not supposed
to go around telling people you've looked at your buddy's balls, and
got a little red in the face.

     "Well, uh... I mean..." he stammered.

     I assured him that it was OK, that when guys were buddies they
share things like that.

     His face lit up a little, and he said, "Gee. Do you mean that?"

     I said sure, that's OK when guys are by themselves.

     He was real quiet for a minute, then asked me in a real serious
voice, "Are we buddies?"

     Billy scooted over closer to me on the couch, and said, "I never
met a grownup before who understood so well.  Can I tell you a secret?
Last year, I had a friend I used to hang out with a lot. Both his
parents worked, so we got to be alone in his house together. We used to
play games like doctor, and undress for each other all the time. But he
moved away, and now I don't have anybody to do that with anymore."

     I asked him what sort of things did they do when they undressed?

     "If I show you, and do them to you, will you do them to me, too?"

     I said, sure, that's what buddies were for!

     "OK," Billy said, standing up. "I'm the doctor and you've come to
me for a check-up. Take off your shoes and socks, and your shirt."

     I did.

     He came over to me, and put his ear to my chest.  "Heart sounds
OK," he said. Then he started to feel my chest all over, massaging my
pecs and playing with my chest hair. "Lift your arms, please. Pit
inspection."

     I did as he asked, and he felt my arm pits, pressing in with his
fingers. Then he put his nose right into my arm pit and breathed in my
man sweat, obviously enjoying the smell.

     "OK. Now, open your pants and pull them down, please."

     Looking straight into the face of this gorgeous kid, I unbuckled
my belt, unbuttoned my 501's and pushed them down to my ankles.

     "Good," he said.

     He felt my rock hard cock through my shorts, grabbing and
squeezing it. Then he reached into my shorts, cupped my balls in his
hand, and said, "Cough, please."

     I coughed for him.

     "Again please."

     After I coughed again, he said, "Hmmm... this requires closer
examination..." and he pulled my shorts down. Still holding my balls,
with his other hand he stroked my hard cock, and then put his hand
around it and started to jerk me off. Both of his hands now being
occupied, I took this advantage to grab his t-shirt and pull it off
over his head.  Then, while he was still jerking my cock, I asked him
if they ever used their mouths on one another.

     He said, "Yeah, sure. We used to suck each other all the time.
I'll suck you, if you suck me first."

     We got naked, and the kid laid back on the couch. I sat on the
floor next to him, and started to feel his body all over, his smooth
flat chest and tummy, his long thin legs.

     Impatiently he said, "C'mon, suck me!"

     His cock was hard and ready!  It was about 6 inches long, kind of
thin and uncut. I took it in all in one gulp, and the kid moaned out
loud. I started sucking up and down for all I was worth, and I started
to play with his asshole with my finger.

     "What are you doing to my hiney?"

     "Do you like it?" I asked.

     "I don't know... don't stop..." he said.

     I continued sucking on his teenage rod and finally worked my
finger into his ass a little. He moaned again and pushed his body down
on my finger. I pushed in deeper, and started to finger fuck him in and
out as I was sucking him.

     After only about ten seconds of this, he yelled "FUCK!" and filled
my mouth with his pent-up come. While he was still recovering, I
climbed on top of him and moved my cock toward his beautiful little boy
face. He opened his mouth wide, and I put it in and he started to suck.
I told him to use a lot of spit, get it good and wet. I was very close
to coming. I pulled out and very fast lifted his legs and put them on
my shoulders, and aimed my cock at his virgin asshole.

     He said, "Wait.. I don't know if I can do this..." but I was
already doing it, and he was moaning again very loud by the time I was
all the way in. I slowly started to pull out and fuck in again, and he
grabbed me and pulled me tightly to him. I was trying to hold back, but
that did it for me, and I fucked in and out about two more times and
exploded inside him.

     We laid together for a minute, and he said, "Boy, that was great.
You just fucked me, right?"

     I said yes.

     "Can I do that to you?"

     I noticed he was still hard between us, so I got off, motioned for
him to get up, and then I laid down on the couch on my stomach, and
arched up my ass a little for him. He spit on his hands, applied it to
his beautiful little cock, climbed on top of me and tried to put it in.
I had to help him aim, and when he got it in, he started to fuck really
fast. He came out a few times, but got it back in again, and finally
started to yell so loud that I thought the neighbors would hear, "FUCK!
FUCK!" and then "AAAAAA-AAARGH!" as he came up my ass.

     Then he just jumped right off and sat next to the couch on the
floor, still naked. We talked for a few minutes, and then he said, "Do
you know what an enema is?  My friend wanted to do that with me, but I
was too scared."

     He came over several more times and we watched some games and we
played some more "games," too.

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