My Baseball Buddy

Boy... what a difference 24 hours makes.

Yesterday morning, the day after my first encounter with Nate, I was in the throes of an existential identity crisis. I woke up confused, terrified, and more than a little bit guilty about what we had done. Wondering what our encounter said about me as a friend, a man... and a husband. Just seeing my wife that morning essentially dropped my stomach into my feet, to the point I almost threw up.

But over the course of the morning, the memory of Nate--the memory of the feelings he unleashed in me--slowly overrode whatever misgivings I had. And our second encounter last night absolutely obliterated any last misgivings still remaining, turning me into a 100% committed enthusiast for man-man sex.

I mean, it's hard to philosophize on "what it all means" when you're drenched in sweat, smelling like an animal, and in the midst of the best sex of your entire life.

And so, yes... my morning today went much, much differently.

I woke up feeling like a million dollars, and sprang up ready to grab the day by the horns. Or more accurately, to grab it by the balls. Oh God, yeah... Nate's balls. Nate's balls rolling around my hungry mouth... him growling like a jungle cat as I...

Heh. Yeah, I was fucking loving life right then.

I swear to God I was almost whistling as I ran downstairs and threw together a mighty Sunday breakfast for my wife and I, flirting shamelessly with her as I did so. She even commented about what a great mood I was in. I just smiled at her.

Being Sunday, today's game was a day game starting at noon. Okay, skipping out of family obligations for a third consecutive day to watch yet another game was pushing things with the Mrs.. But I knew that the excitement of a coming playoffs, plus Nate's wife being out of town on a girls' trip, gave me extra dispensation to watch the game with my bud. I let her know it was a noon game... although I may not have volunteered it was a noon game on the west coast and wouldn't start until 2:00.

After breakfast I threw myself into several of the outstanding projects on the "honey-do" list, both to justify spending the afternoon at Nate's, but also to keep myself physically occupied enough so that I didn't go crazy. And it took serious concentration to keep myself from sporting a full-blown stiffy the entire time.

When I finally was excused to go over to Nate's, I fucking bolted. Fuck, I was already hard enough to cut diamonds before our back door slammed on my ass. I about tore his back door off getting it open, and flew down the stairs to the TV room so fast I'm lucky I didn't break a leg. Nate was down there already, setting up the screen and laying out some massive platters of food.

Wearing nothing but lounge shorts.

Fuck he was hot...

He brightened as he heard me, turning to me with a massive, goofy grin on his face, and growling out a wordless welcome. Given my momentum, I barreled into him with a massive bear hug; it was a testament to his strength that I didn't flatten him outright.

God, just the... feel of him. My hug planted my face right alongside his neck, breathing in his dusky scent right behind his ear. Nate. Masculine. Fuck, he hit me on an elemental level, my body responding instinctively. My lips slid around his neck, my tongue slithering around in a warm, wet slobber. Nate growled appreciatively.

I pulled my face back and we looked at each other. His smile blasted forth from his eyes, a look of primal excitement... and our mouths slammed together.

I can't imagine ever getting fully used to how different it is kissing a guy. There was nothing remotely "romantic" about it. His tongue was huge and strong, and felt like it was rammed halfway down my throat. I had to fight back; in a way, it was like we were wrestling, or playing one-on-one on the court. Aggressive. Battling. Demanding. Intensely physical. Fuck, it was like we were starving hyenas trying to scarf down a fresh kill.

I reached a hand down his shorts, and found his hairy cock already harder than a steel girder.

Fuck. I had been thinking about that fucking cock all goddamn morning. Thinking of it while holding the broom as I swept off our patio. Thinking about his musk as I ripped out the weeds from our flower beds. Thinking about his girth as I sawed off errant branches. Fuck... everything I did today reminded me of him and that hairy cock.

And now, that dick that was all mine.

Nate must have had a similar morning; before I made my move, he dropped to his knees, wrenched open my pants and without a word sucked down my rock-hard cock in one gulp.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I laughed... "seduction" between two guys was so much more...

direct

. I mean, Jesus... we never even said "hello."

Fuck, I would never get tired of Nate going down on me. He always did it with this fiery gusto, but I think as we got more experienced in blowing each other he was better able to flip my switches. Being that I was pretty damn loud in my encouragements, he certainly knew when he was doing something I liked!

God, after sucking me down hard, he pulled back slightly, still sucking my cockhead but bobbing his lips tight so that each mini-thrust sent an electric shock through my body. He switched it up to rapid-fire deep thrusts, grabbing my shaft and twisting so I felt it all the way down to my balls. I let loose with a snarling, "FUUUUUUCK" as he did so, and grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling over. He kept going on like that, deep, hard, and overwhelming, with his spit running down my shaft into my man bush. In one deep dive he started running his tongue around the tip of my cock, teasing my piss slit and running it around my cockhead. Fuck. FUUUUUCK.

God I loved it. But I needed his cock, too.

I grabbed Nate hard and hoisted him to his feet. I pushed him back harshly so his back was against the wall, then dropped to my knees and sucked him like it was my last breath of life. I didn't care about subtlety, I just fucking attacked him. I went down hard down the length of him, going as far as I could until I had to back off in a coughing fit. But I went right back to it, fucking him with my mouth, as fast and hard as I could. He let out a guttural growl that grew to a bellow as I frantically went down on him, again and again, and againandagainandagainandagain... finally I hit rock bottom again and nearly gagged myself. His hands ran through my hair, griped my shoulder.

With the second bout of near-gagging, I switched things up and went hard for his balls. Fuck, I had no idea why women hate men's balls--they are fucking incredible. His musk filled my nose, telegraphing without words his masculinity, and how much he was into this. I rubbed my face wildly in his bush, wanting his scent all over me, letting his balls roll wildly across my face. Then I took his balls one at a time, sucking them hard to that exquisite point of pain, teasing them rapidly with my tongue, then quick shifting to the other one. Keeping him guessing, keeping him on fire. His shouts rose up in pitch each time... fuck he was into this. Almost as much as I was.

I abruptly switched again, going back for his cock and giving it a deep dive, stayed there, and rolled my lips around his shaft a few times. Then I pulled back sharply, so fast that his cock popped out of my mouth and slapped against his torso. He looked down at me, saw the predator look in my eye, and knew what I needed.

Without a word I wrenched his body around, giving me a full-on view of his hairy ass in all its muscled glory. Fuck, he was hot. Fuck... he was a fucking

man

. I violently pulled his asscheeks apart and slammed my face into his crack, hard enough that Nate needed to brace himself against the wall to keep from getting flattened. I rammed my face through every part of his hairy trench, breathing in his butt funk, and scenting myself roughly. Scouring him with my scruff.

Nate snarled out his approval, "Fucking YES MAN! Get in there! Fucking EAT ME!"

Oh, I fucking ate him alright.

I was in a hormonal blood rage. I fucking attacked his hole, ramming my tongue in as far as I could, and sucking it hard. I shifted to hard-core licks that shot the length of his man trench, went back down to locking my lips around his hairy pucker and shaking my head violently side to side. Nate reached around with one hand and tried to push my face in further. I lapped at his hole like a dog and tongue-fucked him again. My breath blasting out in hungry gasps as I powered down on him. I was like a fucking demon sucking out his soul, absolutely in my element. I could have eaten his fucking ass all fucking afternoon.

But sexual rage drove me on. I grabbed the bottle of lube Nate had thoughtfully put out on the coffee table, shot a load into my hand, and slathered it onto my cock. Truth be told, I had leaked out so much pre-cum I probably didn't need it. I lined up my cock against his spit-slick hole, and fucking rammed it in.

Nate and I both roared. FUCK he felt good. That feeling of the first penetration fucking made my toes curl. I gave him a second to center himself, then wrapped an arm around his belly for leverage, and fucking hammered my cock in all the way to my hairy balls. Nate roared out a battle cry that would have flattened a battalion of Zulu warriors on the run. I shifted my arms to hook underneath him, and slammed my body against his, grinding his upper body into the wall. And then I pulled back roughly and slammed back inside him, balls deep. And again. And again. And again. Relentless, no time for thought, no time for reaction. He didn't even have time to scream. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM in punishing rhythm. BAM BAM BAM. My balls slapping his ass from the force of it. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM.

I was too worked up. Too desperate for release. I had been driving myself crazy all morning thinking of this. No thought of Nate's need, Nate's desire. No thought about my wife. There was only the blood rage and my fucking sexual need. BAM BAM BAM BAM.

And like that, I could feel the nuclear explosion building in my balls, roaring through my head.

My rhythm fell off, but not the power of my pounding. And then I threw my head back and roared as my balls exploded, filling his guts with a tidal wave of my spunk.

Having thrown everything into that fuck, I essentially collapsed against Nate, and our mutual sweat caused me to slither into a hairy pool of flesh on the floor. I could barely breathe.

Of course, Nate was not so incapacitated. And somewhere in the corner of my mind, I realized that he hadn't shot yet, himself.

Uh-oh.

The next thing I knew, Nate had hauled me up and all put threw me across the arm of the couch, my ass fully exposed and pointed to the sky. I heard the tell-tale slurp of him lubing up his dick, and without any fanfare, he hammered it into me, like a man driving home a railroad spike. I belted out a throaty howl as I felt his cockhead rip my guts apart, my ass muscles spasming around his cock as he invaded my guts. Somehow my cries coalesced into words: "You're... so... fucking... BIG!"

He leaned forward, enveloping me with his body, his hairy chest pressed hard against my sweaty back. He growled into my ear, "You're not the only one who's been going crazy all day thinking about this. God I need your ass!"

"Fucking BREED me man, make me fucking FEEL IT!"

God... I should not have encouraged him.

Nate fucking dove deep inside me, powering balls deep. He paused, and slapped my bare ass with a crack that made my ears ring. FUCK! Another slap. "FUCK MAN! Slap my ass!" Two more sharp cracks.

Then he backed out, and let me have it with another body thrust that made the whole couch bolt forward. He stayed there, his man bush ticking my asscrack, and started rolling his hips around like a fucking dancer. Oh fuck, I felt his dick grind through every fucking corner of my innards. Hitting places inside me I didn't even know existed. The pressure points, the... feel of him filling me up sparked fucking electricity through me. My skin... sparkled, and I swear all the hair on my body was standing straight up. And from within, I could feel... like liquid light... radiating from every cell in my body. I blurted out a rattling, "OH GAAAAAAWWWWD!"

"You like that big dick up inside you?"

"Oh fuck YEEEEEESSSSSS! Oh god, its... oh GAAWWWD, UNNNGGGGGGHHHHAAAA!"

Human speech fell away as his dick sparked off a firestorm inside me. He began a series of thunderstrokes, hammering my ass for all he was worth. And it was like the liquid light exploded into flame, wiping out all other senses. He shifted from rapid-fire pounding to slow, luxurious thrusts that absolutely made me howl in desperate need. And then back to fucking pounding me. God, he was fucking making my body

sing

. I was making inhuman, animal sounds that would have terrified a werewolf.

Then I realized he was settling into a rhythm, making a series of increasingly vocal grunts. He laid back down on me holding me tight for leverage. My mind was exploding like a thousand fireworks going off at once, his face pressed against mine, his stubble shredding my skin. Faster, faster, relentless from need... and all the time the light inside my body got brighter. More searing. My ears roaring. And then finally I could feel his body start to buck wildly, and I swear it felt like his already-huge dick got even bigger. He gripped me harder than a pterodactyl seizing its prey. With a mighty roar, he blasted inside me, again and again... which triggered a tidal wave of sensation across my entire body. As he blasted, I could feel my own body explode with release in time with his. Hell... I could hear the fucking splatter of my cum against the couch.

FUCK YEAH. He literally fucked another load out of me.

Every muscle in my body was twitching wildly, trying to make sense of what was happening. Fortunately, I was still sprawled over the couch's armrest, which supported me as I went limp. Nate stayed on top of me for a few minutes, slow after-thrusts inside me as he came down. After a few minutes, he slumped to the floor behind me. I could feel his hand on my asscheek, probably red with his handprint. To my surprise, he didn't seem to move, but rather started massaging me. It felt good.

Nate chuckled. Almost to himself, he murmured out, "You know, I needed to fuck you so bad that I didn't get a chance to eat you out." He paused. "Well..." And to my wondering astonishment, I felt his face against me, his scruff dragging roughly on my skin. Whaa...? Now?? Was he thinking of...? And then he pushed his face into my crack. Oh God! He was going to... And I felt his mouth around my well-fucked hole. My freshly-abused asshole opened easily for him, and with an animal sound began sucking his load from me.

Right there, I about died. I was ready to preemptively sign away my first-born child in gratitude. It was... I mean,

holy fuck

was it taboo. But it was so fucking intimate. And the feel of his tongue turned my body to jelly. Oh God I was in a whole other realm of sexual bliss.

Finally, with a theatrical slurp, he raised his head and said with the biggest grin on his face,

"Tasty!"

I could only laugh. "Nate, bud... you are one sick puppy!"

"That's why you stopped over," he laughed. "But I'm ready for some real food. Hungry?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Heh.

Men

.

We piled our plates high, poured ourselves some adult beverages, and collapsed back onto the couch. The game was on by this point, and we settled in. I chuckled at the absurdity of it all... that despite the FUCKING ANIMALISTIC IMPERATIVE TO MATE OR DIE that had just utterly consumed us, we were still in it for the baseball.

Priorities, I guess.

It was a little silly in that the game kicked off with a Family Day celebration, where families could bring their kids to meet the players, run the bases pre-game, that sort of stuff. We cheered on the families, naked on the couch, rooting for little guys as they tried to make sense of what was happening. Then, I kinda stopped, just sat back with a loopy grin on my face. Nate looked over at me, and with a mouthful of food, asked me what was up.

"Oh, nothing. Just picturing my dad taking me out to a something like this I was just a little shit... Man, things were fine until they brought me over to the mascot. I dunno what it was... some furry thing, I guess. I took one look and burst into tears. For some reason, I was scared as shit. What a fucking scene. I think my old man still keeps the photo they took of me that day, screaming my lungs out. It's at his office."

Nate almost spit his food out laughing so hard. "Holy fuck man, I'd definitely keep that photo of my kid on my desk like that! What a little shit you were! Still are!"

I laughed, momentarily lost in the memory. Nate took a big swallow of bourbon and roughly rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. Naked. Sitting on the couch. A guy in all his barbaric splendor.

The whole situation was... strange. And not bad at all, just... strange. I looked over at my bud, mercilessly attacking a massive sandwich, and felt things I had never felt before. Certainly not with a guy. But there was an... intimacy between us. A connection that I couldn't quite put a finger on. I mean, we had always had it, but now it was... more.

Sure, the sex was a big part of it. Hell, a

very

big part of it--what's that old saw about men need sex to build an emotional connection, and women need an emotional connection to have sex? Well, after a few punishing rounds of sex, Nate and I sure as hell deserved an emotional connection. I mean, there was something about letting another guy...

inside

you like that. Figuratively and literally. A trust, a shared bond. A vulnerability. And at the same time, knowing how to push his buttons in the most intimate ways, with the most private parts of your bodies... yeah, intimacy.

But again, there was more to it than just the sex. As we finished up our food, threw back some more drinks and settled in, I had another thought. One brought about by Nate companionably rubbing the scruff of my neck. I couldn't help but think about... touch. Except for sports, guys just really don't touch each other. I mean, Nate was on the "touchiest" part of the spectrum, but that simply meant a series of hands on your shoulder, a playful punch in the arm, or at the most a bro hug. But here we were, sloppily sitting naked on the couch... entangled in each other. I had an arm thrown back across the back of the couch, comfortably resting on top of Nate's hairy arm. I was sitting with my legs splayed open, with Nate's right leg casually thrown across my left.

Touch. Warm. Welcoming. Enveloping.

How much did guys lose out because, unlike women, we were afraid to touch each other. What were we cutting ourselves off from?

And how... amazing was it to have this feeling with another guy? Completely unselfconsciously. Right then, looking at him, I had a feeling of profound

connection

. And gratitude. And wanting more. To really experience the sensation of touching. Of sharing. And connecting.

Without really thinking through, I reached down to Nate's hairy leg thrown over me, and pulled up his foot. I didn't say a word; I didn't want to spoil it, just to experience it. I shifted. Braced his foot in my hands, and began massaging it. Rubbing it deeply with my thumbs. Rolling the skin in my hands. Feeling the feel of him.

He looked at me curiously, but in response to my half-smile, didn't question me. Didn't say a word. And I kept pressing my fingers... pulling, kneading, pressing. Watching as a goofy grin slowly slid across his face. Feeling the connection. Savoring it. There was a... warmth. Between us. Around me.

Inside me.

It was... just such a quiet moment of connection. Simple. And I was feeling things I wasn't expecting.