It was so classic a situation as to almost be a cliche: bottom of the ninth inning, home team down by one point, the run to tie on third, the run to get ahead on second, and of course, two outs. Joe Tyrrell stepped up to home plate and customarily tapped the end of the bat on it.
Joe was a good high school ball player, but not exceptional. However, he had great potential. And that potential was on the line right now. These next few minutes in the batter's box could determine his future. The university had only one more scholarship to give out and it could be his if he performed well in this game.
So far, Joe had played a clean game, but had done nothing exemplary. It all came down to this time at bat. Years of playing good baseball and he would be judged by this one visit to the plate. Pressure didn't even begin to describe how he felt.
The first pitch was low and outside, but he anxiously swung at it anyway. That was a mistake, and he knew he had to calm down. He let the next two pitches go by for two balls.
Joe's palms were beginning to sweat. He glanced over at the third base coach, who was giving him signals, and stepped out of the box to read them and dry his hands. The coach was instructing him not to swing at the next two pitches. He wanted Joe to walk! Walk? There was no distinction in that. Sure, it would load the bases; sure, the pitcher was tired and the next batter might get a walk and force in the tying point; sure, it might help the team. But it wouldn't earn Joe a scholarship.
His indecision over the next pitch resulted in a call strike. That aggravated him, but not so much that be became careless with the next pitch. It was
real
low. He let it go, bringing him up to a full count: three balls, two strikes.
This was it! The all or nothing pitch. Sweat was pouring out of him. Every nerve in his body was on edge. Joe knew as soon as the ball left the pitcher's hand it was a perfect throw. He had to swing at it. There were no choices, the decision had been made for him and he reacted instinctively. He drew back and swung with all his might.
Joe knew he missed even before he heard the thump of the ball burning into the catcher's mit.
All he could do now was drop to his knees and bury his head in his hands shamefully. Finally, he stood and walked slowly toward the locker room. His overwhelming misery made him oblivious to the pandemonium and mayhem that surrounded him as the visiting team and their fans went wild in celebration of the victory. He walked so blindly that he did not even see the two gorgeous girls dressed in the visiting team's cheerleaders' uniforms until he literally ran into them. Under normal circumstances, their nice-size breasts and shapely legs would have made more of an impression on him so that he might even have pursued conversation with them, and the wink that one of them gave him told him it could lead somewhere. But at this moment, he had no interest in anything. He forced half of a smile and mumbled, "Sorry," then continued on. That was all he remembered about what was happening on the field.
When Joe returned to his senses, he was in the locker room sitting on a bench facing his locker. He heard vague statements directed at him that were supposed to make him feel better. But none did, nor did any seem particularly genuine. Perhaps he was being unusually paranoid, but it even seemed as though his team mates were avoiding him.
That feeling became even more prevalent a while later when he suddenly realized he was alone in the locker room. It was just as well. He was not in the mood to face anyone, particularly anyone he knew. Perhaps he had subconsciously remained behind for just that reason.
"Don't let it get you down, son." It was Jeffrey, the elderly custodian. "Just remember that the past cannot be changed, but the future is still in your power."
Joe nodded. Jeffrey always tried to make people feel better.
"You gonna shower?" he asked.
Joe glanced down at himself and realized he was still sitting by his locker in his dirty uniform. He shrugged. "You ready to leave?"
"Well, you're all that's left. If you want to shower, I don't mind waiting."
"I don't really feel like doing much of anything."
"I can understand that. But don't worry, you'll get over this. I'll tell you what, Joe. Everything's all locked up. You stay here as long as you like. Just make sure you close the door all the way when you leave. Okay?"
"Okay. Thanks, Mr. Jeffrey."
"No problem. Don't stay too late."
Joe sat a while longer, lost in depressing thoughts about his futureβor lack of it. Suddenly, he was brought back to reality by the sound of the shower running. Knowing he was supposed to be alone, he got up to investigate.
The first thing he saw was a cheerleader's skirt hanging up beside the door to the showers. Continuing on, he was shocked to see the two girls he had run into, totally naked, with rather nice, bare chests.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, momentarily forgetting his misery.
"We got all sweaty and grimy hugging all the dirty players. After the old guy left, we thought we could sneak in and shower off."
"Oh." Joe didn't know what to do. He mumbled something and started to leave. The next thing he knew, a hand was grabbing his arm. He turned to face the girl who had winked at him. She certainly was a fox. Her large, round tits had bright, pink nipples that stuck out toward him. She didn't seem to be bothered by his presence or the fact that she wasn't wearing anything at all.
Joe nearly died when she looked him in the eye and said, "Please stay with us." She introduced herself as Patti.
Joe was still a bit shocked. Then she pulled his shirt over his head and rubbed the sweaty garment in her face. She seemed to enjoy it immensely. Patti proceeded to slowly slide his shorts down his legs. He was beginning to regain his senses, and felt a hardness growing between his legs.
When she had him stripped naked, she rubbed her cheeks along his long cock and said, "I watched you play. You made me wet and hot all over. Now, I want to thank you. Please let me." Joe couldn't believe it. Patti took his erect rod in her hand and licked its length with her smooth, pink tongue. He was in heaven. Before he could shoot his wad, though, she stopped and led him into the shower room. Her friend was cleaning up under the hot spray. When she saw them, she smiled knowingly.
Patti told him to lie down. He obliged and found the floor to be warm and flowing with the water that had graced the girls' bodies. Patti spread her legs and lowered herself onto his face, shoving her cunt against him. The blonde, whose name was Allison, sank herself on his cock. Her tight pussy sucked him hard as she pumped up and down. He licked Patti like crazy, and she moaned wildly, rubbing against his head harder and harder. Finally, Patti slammed his face into her and cried out. She got up as Allison continued to fuck him hard. He reached up to grope Allison's wonderful tits. After a few more thrusts, she arched back and then fell against him, releasing herself. Unbelievably, he still held on.
His worries temporarily forgotten, he wanted to fuck Patti badly by now. He asked her to lie down and put her legs over his shoulders and really went at it. She gasped at each thrust, holding onto her tits tightly. Her legs began to shake, and it wasn't long before he rode her to another orgasm. He kept fucking Patti for another minute, but still did not get off.
Allison could see his distress and moved over between his legs. She slowly put his cock inside her mouth, inch by inch. What she couldn't get in, she pumped with one hand. When she began sucking, he could not hold on any longer and he erupted into her mouth, his semen spilling down her chin. Allison licked her lips and smeared the rest on her chest. Then she asked him to lick his own come off her tits. He'd never done anything so kinky before, but his mood was sufficiently peculiar that he willingly slurped at his salty cream. It drove Allison out of her mind. She screamed in ecstasy.
Before Joe could barely get a breath, Patti grabbed his cock and stroked him to another erection. When he was hard as a rock, he pulled her over to a bench and draped her over it on her stomach. Then he spread her long legs and thrust up into her from behind. It was wonderful! Allison slid under the bench and began licking Patti's tits. Their fucking and sucking increased to a feverish pitch. Seeing Allison below him, he eased his right leg between her legs. Still screwing Patti hard, he pushed his ankle against Allison's pussy. She took advantage of it and slid her clit up and down his leg. The blonde didn't expect it at all and started moaning along with her friend.
He knew it wouldn't last much longer any way, so he thrust harder. With a loud grunt, he exploded into Patti and almost stuck his foot into Allison. They both gasped and came just as he had.
Now all exhausted, the girls stretched out on the bench while Joe took a real shower.
"You're terrific, Joe!" Patti said with enthusiasm.
"Yeah," Allison agreed. "I wish we had you on our team."
"You fucked every guy on your team?" Joe asked.
"No, just a few," Allison replied. "We've got a peephole into the boys' shower room at our school. Most of the guys have tiny dicks so we go after the few who are well-endowed."
"But no one's got anything like you," Patti added.
"I wish I
was