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SUMMARY: Two boys growing up together in an idyllic beachfront community share a passion for baseball. One excels at the game and plays it with reckless abandon; the other, less talented, studies the game and those who play it, hoping someday to share what he learns with others. Best friends since childhood, the two have seen how baseball can bring them closer together. Now, having just graduated from high school, it’s about to show them a crueler side of the game. Baseball is about to separate them even though neither wants that to happen. You can find a longer synopsis of the entire story here. Please note that italics are typically used to indicate what a character is thinking or saying to himself.
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At some point the music stopped and the dancers disappeared backstage. I wasn’t sure whether the show was over, but it was late and I needed to leave. By now I realized how foolish I was to think I could meet that kid, let alone persuade him to go home with me; and I had a game the next day after all.
You should be in bed, Ethan, a voice whispered. Come back some other evening when it’s more convenient. You’ll have a better chance of meeting him then.
Sure, Ethan, do what you always do, still another voice responded. Give up without making any effort at all. What a quitter! Is that how you play baseball, dude?
I decided to explore the place a little more before leaving. It was louder than I preferred, but different than anything I had ever seen. Most people seemed to be having a good time, dancing, laughing or just talking to friends; and yet for some reason I felt out of place.
You just need to relax, Ethan. No one’s paying any attention to you. Loosen up, dude. Have some fun for a change.
I’m not sure how long I wandered around, but eventually I found my way back to the area where the go-go boys were dancing. By now the show had resumed. Looking up, it quickly became apparent this was a new group of dancers. The kid I was interested in was no longer there. I remember being disappointed.
Shit! You see what happens? You should have stayed here to see where he went.
But then I saw him emerge from one of the bathrooms and that was a shock in itself. He was with two girls when he came out, which apparently wasn’t that unusual at Buzz. Guys were going into restrooms marked for girls, girls into restrooms designated for guys. I had never seen anything like that before in my life, but no one seemed to care. They were using whatever was closest.
The moment I saw the kid I could feel myself going hard again. I remember being embarrassed about that, but couldn’t help it. He was just so incredibly cute.
His whole body seemed to be animated by the conversation he was having with those girls. Whatever they were talking about was making him smile and that made my heart pump faster because he had a beautiful smile. His body was harder to make out in the crowd now, but I had seen it before when he was dancing and already knew I liked it.
He was still wearing the short shorts he had danced in, now complimented by a cutoff shirt that exposed a hard, flat, stomach for all to see and touch. He was laughing and pointing to the bathroom as if he had just seen something incredibly funny and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. And yet, attracted as I was, he was so engaged with his friends he was totally clueless I was staring at him.
Not that I was alone in that regard. Looking around, I could see a lot of people staring at him and it wasn’t just guys. It seemed like every girl in the place was staring at him as well. If he tried to acknowledge everyone who was looking at him, he wouldn’t have had time to talk to his friends.
I was hoping he would eventually look over, but he never did. Finally, not knowing what else to do, I grabbed one of the waiters walking by, pointed the kid out, and asked whether he knew what he was drinking.
“He’s nursing a coke, probably one someone’s added some rum to,” the waiter responded, looking me over. “He’s not one of the biggest spenders in the world, but he has lots of friends and they keep him in drinks.”
“Freshen it up for him,” I responded, handing him a ten dollar bill.
“And keep the change,” I added, trying to impress him and make the task a priority.
“Thanks,” he said, smiling; “whatever you say; but that kid is pretty popular with both the boys and the girls so I would keep your expectations in check if I were you. Me on the other hand; I’m available when this place closes down if you’re interested. I would definitely be interested in getting to know you better.”
I remember being surprised, partly that he was interested in me and partly that he had been so direct about it. He was very good looking and I wouldn’t have had a problem going home with him either if I hadn’t already spotted that kid I was lusting for. But I wasn’t planning to be there when the place closed in any event and I was honest with the waiter about that.
“What a shame,” he responded, kissing me on the cheek and shocking me in the process. “You’re cute and you’re different and it would have been fun getting to know you I’m sure.”
And then he was off to get the drink I had ordered.
He delivered it promptly and I could see him pointing me out to the kid and then the kid looking over and smiling at me. He lifted the drink as a way of thanking me. I thought that would be the end of it, him acknowledging me and then letting the two girls he was with absorb his attention again. But then one of the girls whispered something into his ear and she and her friend walked away.
Alone momentarily, he looked over at me again and smiled; then he crooked his finger and motioned for me to come over and join him.
It was kind of embarrassing in a way because people had seen him do it and they were glancing at me now to see what I looked like and whether I would comply with his command. But I wasn’t about to let that prevent me from meeting him. I had waited too long to meet someone like him. I walked over quickly and we exchanged a fist bump.
“Thanks for the drink, dude,” he said. “My name’s Riley. What’s yours?”
“Ethan,” I said, smiling at him.
“And this must be your first time at Buzz,” he said casually.
“Is it that obvious?” I replied.
“Honestly? Yeah, it is,” he said. “I’m actually surprised they let you in dressed like that. Of course, you rate pretty high on the hotness meter, at least looks wise. That’s probably why they did.”
The compliment was just beginning to sink in when he dropped an addendum on me.
“Either that or it’s a slow night. It’s one of those things. But don’t worry; I can get you fixed up.”
With that he handed my drink and his to some random dude standing nearby and then pulled my shirt over my head. He shoved it into my pants and started messing my hair up a little. Finally, after putting his left thumb and index finger into his mouth and sucking on them briefly, he reached over and pinched my nipples ever so slightly; not enough to hurt but enough to make them stand up just a little.
“There you go,” he said, grinning. “It’s not perfect, but it’s definitely better. Those nipples are standing up straight and proud, which should be enough to fool some people I suppose.”
“Nice chest,” he added, rubbing it lightly with his fingers, then leaning over and giving one of my nipples a quick peck. “You need to show off that body, Ethan, not hide it.”
It had all happened so quickly and yet I was surprised I had let him do it without resisting. He was smiling at me the whole time he was working his little makeover and I guess that smile must have loosened my inhibitions; or maybe it was just the beer. Whatever the case, what he had done was enough to break the ice.
“So what brings a nice boy like you to Buzz?” he asked.
Then, before I could answer that question, he stepped back, took another long look at me, and asked still another.
“Are you wearing something under those jeans?”
“A pair of briefs,” I replied, “but forget it; there’s no way I’m taking them off, at least not right here.”
“But you’re not opposed to taking them off at some point?” he asked, grinning.
“Um, I dunno; probably not,” I responded, surprised I had said that to him.
“Good,” he said. “They definitely don’t do you justice, dude. We’ll have to work on that. I’ll get Gina and Marie to go through your wardrobe and get you fixed up right for Buzz.”
“Who are Gina and Marie?” I asked, curious.
“Those two babes standing over there,” he said, pointing to two girls over in a corner, the ones he had been talking with previously.
“They’re lezzies,” he added. “Well, actually, Gina is bi for me, but she definitely prefers girls and she’s madly in love with Marie; Marie’s the younger one.”
Looking over, I could tell Marie was younger than us, probably 18 because I had read that was the minimum age you needed to be to get into Buzz. The other one, Gina, wasn’t much older, but the truth is both of them could have passed for younger whatever their actual ages. They were looking at Riley and me; and when they saw me look over at them, they started giggling like young girls sometimes do.
I returned their smile and gave them a little wave to acknowledge that, yes, I was indeed looking at the two of them; and that only encouraged them to start giggling even more. Marie placed her hand over her mouth as if she was a little girl who had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Gina just smiled and gave me a little wave back.
“Nice looking girls,” I said. “But as for going through my wardrobe, they probably won’t need to because I doubt I’ll be coming back here.”
“Why not?” he asked. “Don’t you like Buzz?”
“It’s a little loud to be honest,” I replied, “but it isn’t that I don’t like it. It’s just that I have to work late a lot of the time and don’t have much of a social life.”
“What a shame,” he said. “You would do well at Buzz.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Trust me,” he responded. “I know about things like that. But let me give you a tour of the place.”
And that’s what he proceeded to do. Grabbing my hand, he walked me around the entire two floors explaining the different scenes within Buzz, how they attracted different crowds, and answering my occasional question.
It took a while actually, mostly because it seemed everyone in the place knew him and wanted to talk to him and he was very accommodating that way. Sometimes he introduced me to people along the way; other times, not.
Eventually we ended up back where we had started and he led me over to the girls he had been talking with earlier.
“This is Marie,” he said, introducing me to the one girl, who just nodded her head and smiled politely.
“And this is Gina,” he added, introducing me to the other.
“Gina, this is Bob,” he said.
For a moment it seemed as if she was going to burst out laughing and spew her drink over anyone within ten feet in the process. But somehow she managed to choke back the laugh and I remember being thankful for that since I would have been her primary victim.
“Sorry; I mean Ethan,” Riley quickly added, correcting himself.
By that time Gina had composed herself and offered me her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Ethan,” she said.
“Hi, Gina; my pleasure,” I replied, shaking her hand.
I remember being confused as to why Riley had called me Bob and why she had almost choked on her drink. It seemed to be some kind of private joke between the two of them and that made me nervous. I was a stranger to Buzz after all, not someone hip or in the know.
I probably would have dwelled on that more except it was right about then that he put his hands on the sides of her face and gave her a passionate kiss, one that seemed to go on forever.
That confused me as well, especially since Marie seemed not to be bothered by what was happening. But once the two of them unlocked their lips, the four of us started chatting and I found myself liking the girls; not in the same way I liked Riley, of course, but I liked them.
Gina was very good-looking. Truth be told, if I had been interested in girls sexually, I would have been attracted to her because she was good looking in a boyish kind of way. To say she was a tomboy wouldn’t be entirely true, but I would later learn she enjoyed playing sports; and just from staring and talking with her, there was definitely something masculine about Gina.
It wasn’t an affected kind of masculinity, the kind you saw in some women that could be off-putting at times. It was natural. It was who she was as a person. She was kind of androgynous actually and she reinforced that by her careful use of makeup and the way she dressed and wore her hair. From a distance you would have definitely sworn she was a boy and you would have been attracted to her if you liked boys because you would have thought she was a really cute boy.
It probably helped that she had small boobs, the kind you didn’t notice unless you were really looking for them. She didn’t act like most girls did either. She was more like a boy that way, even in the way she had waved back to me earlier in the evening. But, like I said, it never spilled over into that kind of forced, pretentious, masculinity that some of the girls at the place were affecting.
Marie was completely different. She had long brown hair, killer eyes, and an innocent smile. She was small, petite and pretty, but definitely in a girlish way. No one would ever mistake her for a woman; she was a girl and there was something that made you wonder whether she might not always remain a girl no matter her age.
From what Riley told me later, Gina liked her that way. Gina and Marie lived together and did just about everything together and that included making love together. But if that kiss they shared was any indication, Riley and Gina had some kind of special relationship as well and apparently that never bothered Marie.
I don’t recall what the four of us talked about that evening; just that my eyes were focused on Riley the entire time. Up close, he seemed even cuter than from a distance and that only intensified the attraction for me. My eyes couldn’t get enough of him.
This dude would give Hunter a run for the money, I recall thinking, at least when it comes to being cute; and he’s pretty damn hot, that’s for sure. I’ve never seen anyone exude so much sexual energy.
While we were talking, I kept glancing at my watch. By now it was almost 2 a.m. and I was uptight. I needed to be at the ballpark by 11 o’clock that morning. If I left Buzz immediately, I might be able to be in bed within thirty minutes and get enough sleep to be somewhat rested for the game the next day. And yet entranced as I was with Riley, I didn’t want to leave the place without him.
I had been hoping he would ask me back to his place, but he hadn’t; and while I was willing to invite him back to mine, I didn’t know how to do that exactly.
I mean, the truth is I was astonished he was even talking to me; and being inexperienced like that, I had no clue what to do next. I didn’t want to leave without him; but if I invited him back to my place and he accepted we might be up half the night and there would be hell to pay come game time tomorrow. I was one of those people who needed sleep to perform well and I should have been in bed a long time ago.
And yet if I didn’t invite Riley back to my place, he would think I wasn’t interested in him. That would be totally wrong, but it was hard to see how he wouldn’t draw that conclusion.
Not that he would necessarily go home with me if asked, of course. I couldn’t be certain of that. In fact, the opposite was probably true.
It seemed like everybody in Buzz was stopping by to chat with him, if only briefly. It wasn’t just guys. It was girls as well, lots of girls. He seemed to be the most popular dude with both sexes, and everyone seemed to be angling for an invitation to leave with him; at least that’s how it seemed to me.
I didn’t know what to do.
By now Gina and Marie had wandered off and the two of us were alone again, at least for the moment. I had never felt so totally paralyzed in my life, too scared to invite him back to my place, too scared to leave without him. I kept checking my watch and, sure enough, it was later still every time I checked it.
“You sure are looking at that watch of yours a lot,” he finally said. “Am I boring you that much, Ethan? Should I leave you alone here?”
“No, absolutely not,” I responded quickly, putting my hand on his elbow and holding on to him so he wouldn’t leave.
“I apologize if that’s the impression I gave. I like talking to you, Riley; a lot actually. The thing is, I was going to ask whether you had any interest in coming back to my place even though I know you’re here with friends and probably have other plans for the evening; and you probably wouldn’t be interested in any event even if you were here by yourself.”
“But if I’m wrong about that and you were interested, the other thing is I need to be to work by 11 o’clock in the morning and it’s really late. So I don’t know what to do, Riley. Help me out here; please.”
“Late?” he responded. “This place doesn’t close until 3:45 a.m. tonight; 4:45 a.m. tomorrow night. It’s early, Ethan, not late; and as for helping, I don’t know how. I don’t know anyone at Buzz who works on Saturday, especially at 11 o’clock in the morning. Most people who come here will be asleep at 11 o’clock and I’m looking forward to being one of them myself.”
“It’s a long story so I won’t bore you,” I said, “but maybe I could just give you my telephone number and see if we could have dinner or something next week. My treat, of course; I feel terrible about wasting your time tonight. I didn’t mean to do that. I apologize. I feel really bad.”
There it was. By now I had pretty much abandoned hope of anything happening and was throwing in the towel. I was just hoping he would show some interest in getting my phone number, but he didn’t pick up on that.
“Why is this so complicated, Ethan?” he responded. “You can leave now if you need to leave or you can leave and give me your telephone number if that’s what you want to do; or you can ask me back to your place if you want to do that. Stop apologizing and just decide what you want. That’s what I would do if I were you.”
Put like that, it seemed kind of obvious, but the whole thing had left me flustered.
“If I asked you to come back to my place, would you?” I finally said, expecting a rejection.
“That depends,” he responded.
“Depends on what?” I asked.
“On whether I’ll have a good time if I go home with you, silly,” he said, smiling.
Rubbing my cheek lightly with one of his fingers, he looked deeply into my eyes in a way that left me feeling totally helpless.
I remember being flustered. He hadn’t said no like I expected. But he hadn’t exactly said yes either. It seemed like he was looking for something more, but I wasn’t sure what.
By now my heart was pounding and my nerves were completely shot.
“Um, well, I guess I could answer that better if I knew what having a good time means for you,” I responded, trying to be polite.
“Oh, come on, Ethan,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “Even you can’t be that clueless. I want the same thing you do and you know what you want.”
Then he reached over and began gently rubbing my butt with his hand.
It shocked me.
I mean, I liked the feel of his hand on my butt, but he had done it in front of everyone and it was kind of embarrassing. Admittedly, no one was really paying that much attention, I suppose, but he wasn’t even trying to be subtle. He was being perfectly clear what he expected if we went home together; and while I didn’t have a problem with that, the next words out of his mouth totally blew me away.
“I’m a simple guy, Ethan,” he continued. “Boy pussy? Girl pussy? It’s all pussy and it don’t make no difference to me as long as it comes with a tight hole. Do you have a tight hole, Ethan?”
It was the most shocking thing anyone had ever said to me in my life and I had trouble processing it.
Did he just say what I think he said?
I guess most guys would have decked him or walked away at that point and maybe I should have. But he was just standing there smiling at me and I felt totally helpless; and then after the initial impact, I realized what he had said had actually turned me on at some level. I could feel myself going hard still again and by now it was throbbing.
He had locked his eyes on to mine as I stood there staring at him. He was still smiling, still gently rubbing my butt, and I realized there was no way I could resist him.
I mean, yeah, sure, what he had said was crude. I had expected hip people to be subtle about things like that. This was about as far from subtle as you could get, but he had turned up his smile a notch; and while there was something about his face I couldn’t resist at that point, it was the feel of his hand on my butt that decided the whole thing for me.
I didn’t give a shit about subtly. He could say whatever he wanted. Nothing was going to change my mind at that point. I wanted more than his hand on my butt. I wanted him naked and on top of me and the sooner the better because I wanted to be fucked and I wanted him to be the one doing it to me.
I had known it from the first moment I saw him dancing semi-naked in those short-shorts. I had just been hiding it from myself. I mean, how do you tell another guy you want him to fuck you? It isn’t the easiest thing in the world to admit. And yet it was what I wanted and I wasn’t about to back off simply because he had been so crude about it.
Not knowing how to respond to his question, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. It was only later I realized he wasn’t really expecting the kind of literal answer I gave.
“I . . . I . . . I, um; I don’t know how tight it is,” I said. “I guess you would have to decide for yourself; if you came back to my place, I mean.”
“I mean, um, well, you know, I’ve never actually fucked myself so I’m probably not the best judge of that,” I stupidly added.
That made him laugh and seeing him laugh helped.
It helped a lot.
Maybe he had been joking too when he said it. I was a stranger after all and didn’t understand exactly how things worked at Buzz. Maybe it was just the way everyone talked at the place.
Yeah, that’s it, Ethan. It sounded like he was being serious, but he was just joking.
“Good answer,” he replied, smirking at me. “You’re quick on your feet, dude, not just cute; I like that.”
Emboldened by his response, I decided to press my luck and that turned out to be another disaster.
“Do you have a tight hole, Riley?” I asked, trying to even things up.
“I do,” he responded without hesitation, still looking directly into my eyes in a way I felt helpless to resist.
“The reason for that is that I’ve never let a dude stretch it out for me. You know what I mean? Not planning to let any dude do that either, if you catch my drift. So, now that you know, do you still want me to come home with you, Ethan?”
I should have known better than to say something like that. I wasn’t interested in doing it to him if he didn’t want me to do it, but now I had placed myself in an embarrassing situation.
And yet, embarrassing as it was, I already knew the answer.
“Um, well, I do,” I said quietly, acknowledging to both of us how things were going to go down if he came back to my place with me.
“I, um, I like you, Riley. I would really like to get to know you better tonight.”
With that I was not only all in; I was totally exposed. I had just told him he could fuck me even knowing I wouldn’t be doing the same to him. If he decided he wasn’t interested in going home with me after all, it couldn’t get any more humiliating than that.
“Good,” he said, running a finger across my face, then leaning over and giving me a quick peck on my cheek.
“I figured you would. The thing is, fucking is one of the things in life I excel at, Ethan; females, she-males, all of them love taking my dick up their cunt and the truth is I can’t get enough pussy to satisfy my dick. I figured you were looking to get in touch with your feminine side the moment I spied you. And that’s great because you’re exactly the type of babe I’m attracted to; cute, hot, and masculine except in the bedroom.”
“I think both of us will have a good time tonight now that we know what to expect. I’m going to love stripping your masculinity away; that’s for sure.”
“I hope so,” I responded, relieved to know he was still going home with me even as I tried to ignore everything else he was saying.
“But, um, I’ve got to tell you I’m a little nervous. I don’t have very much experience. I hope that’s okay.”
I remember thinking I was only digging a deeper hole; that I shouldn’t have said that.
He looked at me kind of oddly, like I was a creature from some faraway planet. Later he would tell me it was because no one he had ever gone home with had ever admitted something like that; had ever shared their insecurities with him. It was something new for him and he wasn’t really sure how to react.
“You’ll have a good time if you want to,” he responded. “Just let yourself be who you are without thinking about things too much or worrying about what I think of you.”
“I may be crude at times, Ethan, but I like you. For me at least, tonight is about finding out just how much.”
“Do you have a car?” he added.
“I do,” I said, hoarsely, trying to figure out what had just happened.
“Good,” he said. “We should be going then.”