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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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SUMMER BOYS, SUMMER DREAMS
Getting out of Buzz that evening proved more difficult than getting in. It seemed like just about everyone in the place wanted to say good-bye to Riley, including Gina and Marie. Usually they focused their attention on him although many took a moment to smile at me as if they knew exactly what was about to happen. I found that embarrassing.
It didn’t help that Riley rubbed my back with his hand while he talked with his friends, occasionally letting it drift south a little further to give my rump a feel. I found myself excited each time he did it, but that only added to my embarrassment. It made me wonder whether he was showing me off to his friends as his latest conquest; and yet I recall being mad at myself for thinking that.
Stop it, Ethan! It isn’t like that at all. He’s just a little frisky, the same as you.
You ought to be grateful he’s going home with you at all, dude. It isn’t like he couldn’t be going home with lots of other people; and what if he is showing you off? Isn’t that something to be proud of; that he likes you enough to show you off to his friends?
It was that last point I kept coming back to. Whether guys or girls, I had the sense everyone he talked to was disappointed he wasn’t leaving with them and something about that made me feel special. I was nervous, no doubt about it, but also aroused and excited anticipating what was about to happen. It was more than I had expected to come out of the evening; a lot more.
I was still worried about getting to Warriors Stadium on time the next morning, of course, but I had been waiting forever for this evening to happen and now here it was at last. It was something I had wanted to do for a long time; and because I wanted it to happen so much, I worried about whether things would go well when we finally got back to my place.
More than anything else, I desperately wanted Riley to like me. I wanted it to be perfect for him.
This could be the friend you’ve been looking for all your life, Ethan. Don’t screw it up!
I mean, yeah, sure, some of the stuff he had said confused me, even bothered me if I was being totally honest about it. But maybe I was being too sensitive about the whole thing; and besides, he was so cute, so sexy, so freaking perfect. Unlike me, moreover, he was hip and seemed completely relaxed about the whole thing.
I couldn’t believe he was going home with someone like me and remember promising myself to make it good for him, at least as good as I could; not something mechanical like it had been with Mark and not a bust like it had been with Donnie. Unlike Dennis, moreover, Riley aroused me just by looking at him. I was going to enjoy this and I wanted him to enjoy it at least as much.
I like him so much and I want it to be perfect; if it’s perfect, maybe he’ll like me the same way.
At some point it occurred to me I was approaching it like one of my games. I was getting myself pumped up and just the thought of that made me laugh at myself.
You’re going to get pumped all right, Ethan. You’re definitely going to get pumped tonight.
He was impressed with my car when we reached it.
“Whoa, this baby doesn’t come cheap,” he said.
“It’s not the most expensive either,” I countered.
“Whatever,” he replied. “It’s still the coolest car I’ve ever been driven home in by a dude.”
He had a similar reaction to my place when we finally got there so I took a couple of minutes to show him around.
“My, my, my; cute, quick on his feet, and rich,” he finally said, looking at me and smiling after we had finished the tour.
“If you have a tight hole as well, I’ll begin wondering whether I died and went to heaven tonight.”
I remember laughing when he said it, one of those nervous laughs people let out when they’re not really sure they should be laughing. But he was smiling at me the whole time and that took the edge off the comment. I decided to let it pass.
In my nervousness, I babbled on and on for a while trying to get myself relaxed enough to actually invite him up to my bedroom. That was something I had never done before and finding just the right words was hard. Finally Riley managed to get in a word edgewise and that helped.
“Would you like to take a shower together, Ethan?” he asked.
“Um, sure; maybe,” I responded. “I’ve never done something like that before with a guy. I mean, uh, I’ve showered with guys before in school or whatnot, but never alone with just one guy. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. It’s just that, you know, it’s so late, Riley, and I have to be up really early.”
“Maybe we should skip the shower tonight and do it when we have more time? You know; skip the preliminaries and let you head straight for home plate, so to speak,” I added, invoking a baseball analogy that meant something to me but probably not very much to him.
Emboldened, I took him by the hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom. I started stripping off my clothes like I would have any other night. Seeing me do that, Riley did the same. It was only later he would tell me he would have preferred to be the one to undress me, both physically and with his eyes; would have preferred if I had been the one to strip him naked.
To me it was just getting undressed. For him it was a missed opportunity, the first of many that evening. After that things headed south pretty quickly. To say the evening was a disaster would be putting a generous spin on it.
When we were finally naked, I led him over to the front of the bed, positioned him there, and went down on my knees. I wasn’t planning to spend much time on this given the hour, but he was limp and I figured I should use my mouth to get him aroused for what would come next.
Going down on Riley, I tried tugging the thing to life; too hard and quickly it turned out.
“Whoa, slow down, Ethan,” he said, squirming. “It’s not a sandwich you need to devour in one or two bites. Take your time, dude; relax and enjoy it.”
I tried to do as he said and began sucking on it, this time more gently. It twitched momentarily, but didn’t seem to be getting hard as fast as I wanted.
Maybe he’s nervous, I thought, never realizing I was the only one in the room who was nervous.
Realizing how late it was, I took his dick out of my mouth and starting using my hand in an effort to speed things along.
It helped, some; at least enough so I was able to put it back in my mouth and suck on it some more. At some point I think he started getting into it because he placed his hands on my head and held it in place while he started those little bucking motions Mark used to do when he was pretending he was fucking his girlfriend’s vagina.
Knowing he was finally aroused, I pulled off, looked up and smiled at him like a little puppy dog looking for approval from his master.
“How am I doing?” I asked, grinning at him.
“You were starting to do fine,” he responded, shaking his head.
Later I would realize I had broken the mood for him.
“I would do it some more,” I said, oblivious, “but it’s getting late and we should probably move on to the main event. Don’t you think?”
Then, without giving him a chance to respond, I scrambled on to the bed.
He shook his head again and climbed on behind me.
“Do you have a favorite position for this or do I get something to say about that?” he asked, looking over at me.
And that’s when I made my biggest mistake of the evening.
I told him the truth.
“Um, well, the thing is, I’ve never actually done this before so I guess I don’t really have a favorite position, at least not yet. Maybe we could try some different positions until we find one both of us like; either that or I would be fine with whatever your favorite position is. You’ll have to show me though.”
He looked at me strangely momentarily, then just blurted it out.
“Are you seriously telling me you’re a virgin, Ethan?” he asked, incredulous.
I wasn’t sure what to say at that point, but decided to tell him the truth.
“Uh, well, maybe; technically, I guess. I mean, I’ve done it a lot in my mind and I want to do it with you. But, yes, I guess I am a virgin, technically; at least when it comes to doing this.”
That’s when Riley put his foot down. He told me he had never done a virgin before and wasn’t sure he wanted to do one now; and, besides, it was late and I needed to get up early and he thought it best we just try to get some sleep at that point.
I tried my best to get him to change his mind. I kept repeating how I had promised him a good time if he came back to my place with me and didn’t want to go to sleep without delivering on that. He insisted I was overreacting; that it had been fun and I had been terrific and he was staying because he wanted to stay.
I knew he was just being polite and continued trying to change his mind. Finally, not knowing else to do and realizing how late it was, I let him snuggle up behind me, wrap me into his arms, and fall asleep behind me like that.
To be honest, that turned out to be the best part of the evening for me. I mean, I liked being embraced like that, especially by Riley. But no matter how comfortable it felt, I had trouble getting to sleep. I kept replaying the evening from beginning to end in my mind and it didn’t take long before I realized what a disaster the whole thing had been.
And then, knowing it had been a disaster, I tried to persuade myself it wasn’t as bad as I thought.
He could have just left, Ethan. You realize he could have gotten up and left and even made it back to Buzz in time to find someone better if he wanted to.
And, look, he seems perfectly content. He’s sleeping like a baby and he’s still embracing you.
He could have rolled over to the other side of the bed and just ignored you, but he didn’t. He wanted to hug you.
And why do you think he’s pushing against your butt involuntarily like that every now and then? He’s trying to mount you in his dreams, Ethan. That’s what he’s doing.
He said you were terrific. He said he wanted to spend the night with you.
You’re worrying too much, dude.
And yet as much as I tried to reassure myself, I knew what a disaster it had been. Just like with Donnie and Dennis, I had screwed everything up.
Why, Ethan? Why do you do that all the time?
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t come up with an answer; and it didn’t help when he continued to press forward against my butt at random times trying to mount me in his sleep. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced in my life every time he did it; and yet that only served as a bitter reminder of how much better the whole evening would have been if I hadn’t messed things up like I did.
In the end, I contented myself with those involuntary bucks, pushing my butt back against his groin whenever he started doing it and trying to get us into some kind of rhythm.
It was nice.
It just wasn’t nearly as much as I wanted.
I had set the alarm for 9:30 a.m. the following morning and was startled when it finally went off. Maybe I had gotten some sleep, but it was one of those mornings you wake up convinced you got absolutely no sleep at all.
I was exhausted.
As I tried to unwrap myself gently from Riley’s embrace, he stirred. I turned around and he was laying there staring at me. I looked into his eyes. They were so beautiful.
“Listen, Riley,” I whispered. “Sorry to bother you; I need to get up now so I can get to work by 11 o’clock. But there’s no reason you have to get up. You can stay here in bed and leave whenever you finally wake up. There’s some food in the kitchen. Feel free to make whatever you want. Just lock the door whenever you leave.”
I knew I was taking a chance; that I might get home in the evening and find I had been ripped off. But I was sorry for how things turned out the previous evening and didn’t want to make the situation worse for Riley.
“Not a good idea, Ethan,” he responded, stretching himself in various directions.
“I don’t want to take the chance you’ll come back tonight and find something missing and think I took it. I’ll get up now and leave with you. I can catch up on my sleep at Gina’s place.”
“Um, well, I’m really sorry about waking you up so early like this,” I said. “Do you want to take a shower while I make the bed and shave? Then I can shower while you’re getting cleaned up and dressed.”
He jumped out of bed and dashed for the bathroom without saying a word. I remember thinking he had the cutest butt in the world.
I should have known better than to stare at it because that produced an immediate result. I made the bed slowly while trying to calm myself down; once I had, I followed him into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, I decided I didn’t really need to shave after all. Then I recalled his suggestion from the previous evening.
“Um, would you like some company in there?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said; “although I’m almost finished.”
I pulled open the door and joined him and didn’t make any effort to be subtle. I just fell to my knees and went down on him. That was enough to produce the result I was hoping for. It hardened quickly and I did my very best to make it feel good.
At some point he placed his hands on the sides of my head and started to take control of the whole thing. Soon enough he was pumping back and forth into my mouth, slowly at first, then more rapidly and deeply. At one point he began pushing down my throat and I thought I was about to gag, but he pulled back before that happened.
“Have you ever been deep throated?” he asked.
“Um, no, not really,” I replied, looking up. “I could try though; if you want me too. I would like to do that for you, Riley.”
“Thanks,” he responded, looking down at me and smiling. “It’s probably not a good idea if you’ve never done it before. It takes time and patience and it isn’t as easy as some people think. I don’t see the point in making you gag needlessly. It isn’t a pleasant feeling.”
Hearing him say that surprised me. There had been times the previous evening when I felt totally humiliated by things he had said, but now he was showing me something different; that he wanted it to be good for me, not just for him.
“Well maybe we could try just once,” I said; “you know, just to see if I can actually do it. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
He began feeding it in slowly and I let him push in deeper until it started to creep down my throat just a little.
Just do it, Ethan, I said to myself. Show him you can swallow the whole thing.
I pushed forward a little more and that turned out to be a mistake. I started gagging and had to pull off completely in order to suppress the reflex.
“Whoa, sorry; that’s, ah, well . . . that’s definitely a mouthful,” I said, looking up at him and trying to grin once I regained control of myself.
“I thought maybe I could, but I guess I was wrong.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he responded. “Not many people can. I shouldn’t have even let you try. I don’t want to make you feel lousy; besides, you probably need to be going. Do you want to stop now?”
“I can be a little late if I want,” I said.
And with that I resumed my efforts, as did Riley. He placed his hands on my head again and started bucking a little. And soon enough he was doing it more, doing it faster, doing it harder; just not deep enough to cause any problems. I looked up momentarily and he was just standing there, bucking his hips rapidly now while staring down at me.
“You have such a cute face, Ethan,” he whispered, the words labored as he rapidly approached his climax.
I remember feeling good about that. He was obviously enjoying it as much as I was, probably even more from the look on his face. But I never really had the chance to soak in that compliment because it was only a couple of moments later when it became apparent he was there.
“Oh, fuck; here it comes, dude.”
And with that he pressed forward hard one final time and exploded into my mouth.
I was expecting maybe one or two explosions, possibly a third; but he just kept exploding, four times, five, and then six. By now my mouth was full; not knowing what else to do, I swallowed what he had given me even as he lifted me up to my feet and began kissing me passionately. That was a surprise; something new and different and exciting.
He was exploring my mouth with his tongue, trying to taste what he had just given me. In his eagerness, however, he slipped and the two of us grabbed one another, tumbled against the wall, and then sort of just slowly slid down to the floor of the shower, embracing one another and trying to protect each other from getting hurt.
We landed on our asses simultaneously and just started laughing about the absurdity of the whole thing; and since we were already down on the floor, we just sat there on our rumps kissing one another while the water from the shower head pounded down on the two of us. I didn’t want it to ever stop, but finally he pulled away and giggled.
“Um, you’re totally soaked, dude; if we don’t get out of here, you’re going to shrivel up and turn into a prune and then where will we be? Besides, you need to get to work.”
Turning off the water, we stood up and got out. I tossed him a towel and we dried one another off.
“Um, do you need a razor to shave or anything?” I asked.
“What do you think?” he said, using his hand to stroke his face.
“Um, well, you don’t seem to have much of a beard at all. You don’t seem to have very much hair on your body either.”
“You’re right,” he responded. “Is that a problem?”
“Not at all,” I replied. “I like guys who are smooth.”
“So do I,” he responded, grinning. “Shave those pits of yours and you’d be a perfect 10 on the hotness meter. But why don’t we just get dressed?”
It was about 10:10 a.m. when we finished dressing and headed downstairs. Riley walked over to the window and peeked out.
“This is a ritzy neighborhood,” he said. “I know a lot of students who go to school around here, but I’ve never been in one of these townhouses before. You have a really nice place.”
“Um, well, would you like to get some breakfast together?” I asked. “I know this place around the corner; good food and it’s usually pretty quiet and quick. It would be my treat, of course.”
“It’s up to you,” he said. “I don’t want to make you late for work.”
“I can be a little late if I have to be,” I repeated.
“I mean, I’ve already had a little nourishment this morning so I may not be as hungry as you,” I added, grinning at him. “But I sure don’t want you to go away hungry.”
“Why not then?” he replied. “I’m a little hungry and don’t have anything else to do at this hour.”
From the moment I made the offer, I realized I was taking a chance. But the place was hardly ever crowded on Saturday mornings and no one had ever approached me in there before. Most importantly, I didn’t want to leave Riley that morning. I wanted to spend the day with him, but knew I couldn’t; and yet, even knowing that, I wasn’t ready for us to part just yet. I needed more time with him.
I was right about the place not being crowded and I directed him to a booth near the back. But it wasn’t long after we had settled in and ordered that I spotted an older man with a young boy in tow approaching our booth.
I had been hoping this wouldn’t happen, but now it was about to and there was nothing I could do except make the best of it.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the man began, looking at me while ignoring Riley. “But my son recognized you and would really appreciate it if he could get your autograph. He’s a big fan of yours.”
I remember sighing, at least silently. It was always the same. They were always sorry for interrupting, but it didn’t stop them from doing so; and even though it bothered me because I knew I would have to explain this to Riley, I understood it was part of the deal I had signed up for when I turned professional.
More to the point, just staring at the kid made it clear how important it was to him. His eyes were as wide as saucers, but he didn’t know what to say or do.
“What’s your name?” I asked, turning my attention from the older man to the boy.
“Aiden,” he responded. “And you’re my favorite player, Ethan. I’m not just saying that. I mean it. You really are my favorite.”
“Well that makes you my favorite fan then, Aiden,” I responded.
The older man handed me the piece of paper they had brought along as well as a pen.
“Anything special I should know about you?” I asked the kid.
“I play second base” is the only thing he offered up.
To Aiden –
A great fan and an even better second baseman!
Best friends forever . . .
I handed it back to the kid and he looked at what I had written.
“Oh, wow! That’s so awesome, Ethan. Thank you; thanks a lot, dude.”
“You’re welcome,” I responded.
Most of the guys usually just scribbled their names, but I liked to write more and always appreciated it when they thanked me like that. He wasn’t one of the jaded ones just collecting autographs to make a quick buck on eBay; not that he would make all that much off of me at this stage of my career, but he could sell it to a collector for something and the collector would be patient and wait until the time was right to resell.
“Thank you very much,” the older man said, apologizing once again. “I’m sorry to bother you, but it just means so much to him.”
“No problem,” I responded shaking the hand he had extended to me.
With that, the two of them wandered back to where they had been seated originally. I watched as they walked away, then turned and looked at Riley. There was a quizzical look on his face.
“What was that all about?” he asked.
“Um, well, I guess there’s something I need to tell you,” I replied. “My name is Ethan Williams and I play ball for the Washington Warriors. Usually I avoid eating out, especially when I’m with someone, because you never have much privacy when you play sports like I do. I was hoping there wouldn’t be a crowd here this morning and I was right about that. Unfortunately, the boy recognized me and that’s the only crowd that matters.”
“That’s amazing,” he responded. “I mean, I don’t follow the local sports teams that much myself so I would never have guessed. But knowing you play for the Warriors helps explain some things, I suppose.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Like why you’re in such terrific shape, for example. You have a body to kill for.”
“Thanks,” I said. “But you’re in great shape too and you don’t play baseball.”
“I know,” he replied. “Maybe it’s from the dancing or all the calories I burn having sex. But that’s not as cool as playing baseball. I would have never guessed in a million years.”
“Well, now you know,” I said. “But can I ask a favor? I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about, um, well, you know; about me or about what we did last night and this morning. It’s really hard being in the public spotlight all the time; hard meeting people, even harder making friends, and doing things other people take for granted like eating out is probably the hardest of all.”
“I’d like the two of us to be friends, but the more people who know we’re friends the harder it will be to become good friends. Like I said, it would help if who I am and what I do could stay between the two of us.”
“No problem, Ethan,” he responded. “I can keep a secret.”
I think he was trying to be honest with me, but also realized most people couldn’t keep a secret like that; and I doubted he understood just how much pressure would be on him if word ever got out that the two of us were, well, friends. The whole thing was nerve wracking, but what could I do? I had made the wrong decision. Now I had to live with it and hope for the best.
“Thanks,” I said.
“And, um, well, there’s something else I should say,” I continued. “Mostly I just want to apologize for last evening. I realize how bad it must have been for you and I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what it is exactly, whether it’s just my lack of experience or something else, but it seems like somehow I manage to screw things up all the time.”
“Like I said, I’m sorry.”
“I’ll be honest, Ethan,” he responded. “Last night wasn’t the greatest. You seemed to have a punch list you were working your way through. But this morning was definitely better. You did fine. I liked it. I think you did as well. There’s no need to apologize.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I appreciate that, but it could have been a lot better. I really wanted it to be special for you last evening. You must have terrible luck or something; of all the people you could have gone home with, somehow you managed to pick the biggest fuck-up of all.”
“Of all the people I could have gone home with, I went home with the one I wanted to,” he replied. “I went home with him for lots of reasons. He’s cute and smooth and quick on his feet. He rates really high on the hotness meter. He has a terrific body, an awesome smile, and it turns out he’s nice to little boys who ask for his autograph. I got to stay at an incredible place, in a big bed, with someone interesting; someone different from most of the dudes I go home with. I had a good time.”
“Truth be told, if anyone should apologize, it’s probably me. I like Buzz, but there are times when it brings out the worst in me. I’ll be honest, Ethan. Last night at the club I was pretty certain the whole thing was some kind of elaborate hoax. I didn’t think anybody could be that naive and inexperienced. But you proved me wrong and I probably said some things along the way I shouldn’t have.”
“As for you, well, I don’t know what to say exactly. Sometimes people put too much pressure on themselves; and especially with guys, sometimes they get caught up in the pressure to get to the release as quickly as possible.”
“I think you were a little anxious last night. Sometimes we want things too much; and wanting them so much, we press too hard. To me it’s just sex. I want it to be fun; and knowing that, I can be pretty relaxed about the whole thing, maybe even a little flip at times, because I’ve done it a lot. That’s my problem, not yours.”
“Just try to relax, keep your expectations in check and don’t let the best be the enemy of the good; if you do all of that, everything will work out just fine for you. You’re definitely a good looking dude; very good looking. There are tons of guys who would like to be your friend.”
I remember being impressed with what he said and yet disappointed as well. He seemed to be brushing me off.
“Just not you, Riley, is that what you’re trying to say; that you’re not interested in being my friend?” I asked.
“No; that’s not what I’m trying to say,” he replied. “We can be friends. But, like they say, Rome wasn’t built in a day; we don’t know very much about each other. For now, I’m glad I went home with you. If you feel the same, it was a good night. Just take the future as it comes and things will turn out all right.”
“Um, well, thanks,” I responded. “I guess I’m going to have to leave now, but I’m new to Washington and was wondering whether we could get together tonight. You know, maybe have dinner somewhere, take in a movie, visit some of the monuments down at the Mall, whatever; something like that.”
He started to giggle.
“Are you asking me out on a date, Ethan? Lots of guys ask me to come back to their place again, but I’ve never had a guy ask me out on a date before.”
“It’s not really a date,” I responded, defensively. “Like I said, I’m interested in getting to know you better, become better friends. It just seems like doing some things together would help.”
“Maybe,” he said, smiling. “But most of the guys I go home with usually suggest other things designed to cement a friendship a lot quicker.”
“We can do those too if you want,” I replied, returning his smile. “I’m not saying I don’t want to do those things, but doing some other stuff together might be fun too, don’t you think?”
I was looking for another chance and I was pretty certain he knew it.
“Whatever,” he said, hesitating momentarily. “But I think maybe I have some other plans for the evening.”
He had thought about it, at least briefly, but now he was brushing me off again; just trying to do it in a polite way, a civilized way. Hard as it was to accept, I understood and couldn’t blame him.
“Oh sure, I understand,” I responded. “Um, well, maybe some other time then.”
“Why don’t I give you my telephone number?” I continued, writing it down on a slip of paper and handing it to him.
“Just in case something comes up and it turns out you can get free.”
He looked at it for a moment and then slipped it into his pants.
“Do you need a ride somewhere?” I asked. “I can give you one if you do.”
“No, I’m good,” he said. “I promised to stop by to see Gina and Marie, the girls you met last night at the club. They actually live within walking distance of here so it turns out your place is pretty convenient.”
“I see,” I responded. “Um, well, hopefully my ears won’t be burning later today.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Um, well, nothing really; it just means I hope you won’t tell them how bad I was last night.”
“They’re good friends, Ethan,” he replied, “and they know me real well; so they’re already pretty certain what happened last night even though you and I know that it didn’t. But, no, I won’t be telling them how bad you were. I’ll be telling them you’re a little different from the rest of us at Buzz; in a good way.”
“As for you, well, you just need to stop trying so hard and stop putting yourself down all the time. If no one ever told you, you’re a pretty nice guy; a lot nicer than me, that’s for sure.”