It was a muggy, overcast day, and my weekend beer league team had just lost our last game 16-12. We did alright for a bunch of thirty-somethings who had seen better days, but I was definitely in rough shape. Some of the team milled about the diamond, with bags over their shoulder, but most had already hit the parking lot already. I asked the groundskeeper for the keys to the change room, and grabbed my kit.
The ballpark was a collection of diamonds, with a cinderblock building stuck at the furthest edge, opposite from the gravel parking lot. It was rarely used, and very basic - the mens change area nothing but a series of old benches, a toilet and a communal shower area. I badly needed the shade and a cool shower after sweating through 7 innings.
I dropped by bag and sat on the bench, toeing off my cleats and tossing my hat to the side. My muscles ached as I pulled off my jersey, exposing the damp chest hair matted to my pecs. I unbuckled my knee-brace, and tossed it into the open bag on the floor. That was when I heard the metal scraping sound of the change room door. I began to unbuckle my belt as I looked across the room to see Rex.
Tall and wide, Rex was one of the youngest on the team. While not necessarily the brightest, Rex was actually pretty mature for his age, though he often took the game a bit too seriously. He routinely showed up to games wearing a full baseball uniform, stirrups, striped pants and eye black. Some of us figured that he hadn't quite caught on to the fact that he was no longer 18 with a shot at the majors. Rex moved away from the entrance, the metal door falling shut with a loud clang, and walked over to me.
He tossed his bag next to mine and stood directly in front of me as I took my pants off. I adjusted the bulge inside my briefs, stared up at his face and gulped. Rex, with his eye black smudged, looked down at me and smiled- his hands slowly moving to unbuckle his belt.
I broke eye contact with him in order to stare at the newly bared flesh in front of me. Once his pants were unbuttoned, my hands moved to the waistband, to pull them down to his mid-thigh.
Rex, taking his sports seriously, wore a standard issue white jockstrap, filling the front pouch with an obscenely large cock. His pubic hair flared out from the bulging fabric in all directions, across his thighs and over the striped band towards his belly button. He grabbed the bottom of his jersey and pulled it off, revealing his finely haired chest and sinewy muscles. I leaned in, burying my face in his jock, grasping at his furry cheeks and pulling him in closer.
The scent of a sweaty, dirty man filled my nostrils, and I could practically taste the dirt from the diamond, mixed with sweat and piss as I moved my face over his groin. I had forgotten how much this turned me on.
Pulling back, I shot a glance up at Rex, who was nodding at me with a sideways grin on his face. I fingered the tight elastic band that held him in place, and peeled his jock down over his thighs, a 7" erection sloppily fell out in front of my lips, and I took a deep breath before putting my tongue to his tip. I feel to my knees on the tiled floor and tasted a glossy pearl of pre-cum before swallowing his bulbous cock head.
