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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
We got out of Buzz quicker that evening and I was glad about that. Driving back to my townhouse, I remember thinking I was lucky to be getting a second chance; not everyone does in life. I wondered what I would make of it.
Maybe it’s like a baseball game after all; one where I need to trust my teammate enough to let him do most of the heavy lifting. I’m a rookie at this stuff after all. I have a lot to learn. Why not let Riley teach me? He likes being in charge.
Just relax and let him work his magic, Ethan; that’s all you have to do.
It wasn’t a perfect analogy, but thinking about things that way made it easier for me; more comprehensible, less nerve-wracking somehow. And then there was that one final thought, the one from the previous evening; that maybe Riley was the best friend I had been looking for all my life.
Yeah, sure, there would always be a special place in my heart for Hunter. I loved him so much and always would. But I needed to accept that Hunter and I were different. That’s why it had never happened back then; why it was never going to happen. It was time to finally let go of that dream.
Maybe Riley’s the one I’ve been looking for all along; the one who can make me happy.
He’s about as perfect as they come, Ethan; so cute, so sexy. He’s not Hunter. He has some rough edges, but who doesn’t? You can make this work if you try hard enough. You can make him realize you’re the one he’s been looking for all his life; you’re the one he needs to be happy.
There were no guarantees, of course, and by now I realized it was Riley who had masculinity issues, not me. He needed reassurance about that. If I wanted Riley, I was going to have to do whatever he wanted, the way he wanted, on the terms he wanted. That was my only hope. He needed to be the alpha male and that wasn’t a big deal for me. I could be as submissive as he needed if that’s what it took to make this work for both of us.
Tonight is going to have to be different, Ethan. He’s going to be testing you. Tonight is going to have to be all about Riley. You’re the rookie. He’s the coach. Let him show you how the game is played as if you were back at the beginning; as if this was the very first time you picked up a ball and bat and the world was waiting to see what you could do.
We got back to my place a little before 11:30 p.m. I don’t know why, but for some reason I was more relaxed when we finally did. I mean, I was probably a little nervous, but not as much as the night before; and I was determined not to repeat the mistakes of the previous evening. He needed to be making all the decisions from the very beginning.
“What do you want to do, Riley?” I asked. “Can I get you something to drink? Would you like a massage? Or do you have another suggestion? I’m up for whatever you want to do.”
“Hmm,” he said, grinning at me; “so many choices, all so tempting. Why don’t you get me a glass of water while I make a few adjustments upstairs? I’ll be back in a minute or two.”
I wasn’t sure what adjustments he was planning to make, but did as he said. Soon enough he came bounding down the stairs again. I was sitting on the couch and had placed the glass of water on the coffee table in front of me. He retrieved it, but didn’t sit down. He just stood there staring at me.
“This is too much water for me,” he finally said. “Why don’t we share it, Ethan?”
I stood up, walked over to him and held out my hand to retrieve the glass. He placed it in my hand, but didn’t let go immediately. Instead, he lifted our hands, moved closer, held the glass against my cheek, and just stood there staring into my eyes.
Mesmerized, I found myself unable to look away. Eventually he released his grip on the glass and I was holding it by myself. Suddenly my hand began shaking, but Riley quickly placed his back on top of mine. That stopped the shaking and prevented any of the water from spilling.
“I . . . uh . . . I guess I’m not thirsty,” I finally whispered, our eyes still locked together.
“But you’re nervous, Ethan. Why are you nervous?”
“I don’t know,” I responded. “Staring into your eyes, I feel vulnerable somehow; like I’m not in control.”
“That’s a good thing,” he said. “Unless you think I’m going to hurt you or humiliate you or treat you badly tonight. Do you?”
“No,” I responded.
“Then there’s nothing to be nervous about, is there, Ethan?” he said, retrieving the glass from my hand and placing it back on the coffee table.
“All I’m going to do is make love to you tonight if that’s what you want. Do you want me to make love to you, Ethan?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
By now my throat was dry and I was having trouble getting the words out. I could have used some of that water, but my whole body was shaking and I was afraid to pick up the glass.
Taking me by the hand, Riley led me up the stairs to my bedroom.
Unlike the previous evening when I had turned on the overhead light, Riley hadn’t. Instead, he had placed one of the table lamps in a position where the light from it was dimmed and shadows played on the walls. I remember thinking it made the room look much more seductive somehow, more romantic.
I could also see he had positioned the full-length floor mirror much closer to the bed.
“This is nicer,” I said, admiring his handiwork.
“Thanks,” he responded.
He positioned me in front of the bed and stared into my eyes again. Like before, they proved irresistible. As I stood there, I could feel myself surrendering to them. Realizing he owned me, Riley leaned over and pressed his lips against mine; gently at first, then with growing passion.
I had never given much thought to kissing before, but soon enough my body realized Riley was better at it than anyone who had ever kissed me before. He wasn’t even kissing me that hard, but I found myself moaning for the first of what would be many times that evening.
At some point he stopped and took a step back. Starting with my face, his eyes slowly moved down my body, all the way from my face to my toes; then they reversed course and moved slowly back up to my groin. They lingered there for a few moments and then continued up to my face and eyes. At first I wasn’t sure what he was doing; then I realized he was stripping me naked with his eyes.
Without even touching me, I could feel myself going hard even as my cock struggled to escape the grasp in which my briefs were holding it so tightly. I think he saw what had happened because he stepped forward and pushed our groins together; once together, he used his to slowly rub mine. It was incredible; so erotic, so sensuous, so painful and pleasurable at the very same time.
I felt helpless.
His hands drifted down and unbuckled my belt. He opened the button on my jeans and unzipped my pants just a little. Using his hands, he lifted my arms above my head and then tugged the shirt I was wearing off. He tossed it aside and immediately placed his mouth on one of my nipples. I remember moaning again. It felt so good.
Later, having working both of my nipples to a state of arousal, he leaned over and kissed the little area of flesh just above my groin that was visible from where he had unzipped my pants. Knowing his mouth was so close to where I wanted it to be made me shudder. And seeing me shudder, he removed my shoes and socks, finished unzipping my jeans and pulled them off; slowly, sensuously.
“Nice pants,” he said. “They really show off that butt of yours to best effect. That’s why I decided to come over and join you and the girls this evening. I’m a sucker for dudes with hot butts and yours was definitely on fire tonight.”
“I’m shocked,” I responded. “It wasn’t my sparkling personality that made you want to come over?”
“Oh yeah; that too,” he replied, grinning.
Kneeling down in front of me, he placed his mouth on my briefs. For a moment I thought I would lose it completely right there as he used his face, his nose, and his mouth to gently rub my groin. Satisfied I was fully aroused, he slowly pulled down my briefs. I stepped out of them and my cock snapped to attention.
I was totally naked now and he was staring at my body like he had before when I was fully clothed. Over the years a lot of dudes had seen me naked in a locker room, but they had never stopped to look at me like he was doing this evening. So, yeah, I had been naked before, but never more naked than I was at that moment.
This was about more than being naked in front of another dude, however. This was about standing there naked in front of someone in the beginning stages of lust. Instinctively, I used my hands to cover myself.
He snickered, then slapped my hands gently. Satisfied with what he had done, Riley stood up, took my hands and placed them on his hips. I took that as a signal I should begin undressing him and tried to do exactly what he had just shown me. Aroused as I was, his clothes came off quicker than mine and the two of us climbed on to the bed.
“Are you ready to give me that massage?” he whispered. “I’m looking forward to that.”
He was flashing me one of those innocent little boy smiles, one that would have compelled me to do anything he asked at that moment. I didn’t respond, just positioned him face down on the bed and then went to work kneading his body with my hands. His head was turned to one side and his eyes were staring into the mirror he had positioned so carefully.
Looking over, I could see he was watching me and that turned me on even more.
You’re touching him, Ethan. You’re touching the cutest boy in the world and he wants you to touch him.
I didn’t have any professional training, but had received enough massages over the years from trainers to know something about how to do it. I spent a long time working his shoulders, back and thighs. That only heightened my appreciation for his body. I had been right. It was perfect. There wasn’t an ounce of fat.
Looking into the mirror, I watched as my hands moved to forbidden territory; his butt. It was so firm, so smooth, so very exciting to touch. I wanted my hands to linger there, but didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. As much as it saddened me, I forced my hands to retreat and started working his back again.
He wasn’t really that tight, but he was clearly enjoying the whole thing as much as I was. I was happy to be doing it to him. He let it go on for a while and then made a suggestion.
“How about massaging me with your lips, your tongue and your mouth?”
I wouldn’t have thought of that on my own, but realized immediately I wanted to do it. I started by kissing his neck, then licking his shoulders.
“Perfect,” he whispered and I could feel his body relax even more.
That was all the encouragement I needed. I worked my way slowly down his back, sometimes retreating to areas that seemed especially sensitive to him. As I approached his hips and his butt, I slowed down, uncertain what I should do.
Finally, moving closer, I kissed his left hip and cheek, then dashed across to the right cheek and kissed it as well. My lips lingered there momentarily causing his body to jerk involuntarily. He sighed.
Reluctantly, I moved down to his thighs and found myself gently nibbling on them. He lifted his butt ever so slightly and then pressed his groin against the bed once or twice. Rolling on to his side, he pulled me down on to mine, facing him. The two of us were just staring into one another’s eyes again. I was having trouble breathing now.
I think it must have been in the back of my mind since the night before when he first said it, but for some reason staring into his eyes again emboldened me.
“Um, I was wondering . . .”
“Wondering what?” he asked when I hesitated.
“Were you serious last night when you said I would be a perfect ten if I shaved my pits?”
“Uh, well, sure,” he said. “Why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering if you’d like to shave them for me.”
I couldn’t believe I had said it. It was embarrassing and I wondered whether I’d be able to go through with it. But I kept thinking he must have said it for a reason; and if it was important to him, maybe letting him do something like that would make him like me more. I wanted Riley to like me so much.
“Um, well, shaved pits are a turn on for me,” he said. “I’ll admit it. I mean, I love licking pits, but the hair is a turn-off, no doubt about it. Still, as much as I’d like to do that to you, you have to shower every day with a bunch of dudes. Are you sure you want to do something like that?”
“No one looks that closely so I don’t mind,” I replied, hoping I was right. “If it’s turn on for you, I think we should do it.”
He just laid there staring into my eyes for a couple of moments.
“Are you sure, Ethan? That would definitely be hot, but I’ll survive if we don’t.”
“I want you to do it,” I insisted. “I want tonight to be perfect for you, Riley.”
For the first time that evening I noticed he had gone hard while we were talking about it.
“Okay,” he finally said. “If you’re fine with it, come on.”
Taking me by the hand, Riley led me to the bathroom, turned me around facing the mirror, and gave me a kiss from behind on my neck, even as his hands drifted south, embraced my butt, and gently massaged it.
“Nice,” he said; although I wasn’t sure whether he was commenting on the kiss, my butt, the face he was staring at in the mirror or all three.
“Do you have a pair of scissors?” he asked. “We should probably start with a trim.”
I quickly retrieved the scissors and handed them to him. He had me hold up my arms and set to work. Soon enough we were down to stubble.
“We can stop here if you want, Ethan,” he said.
“No,” I responded. “I want them totally smooth for you, Riley.”
He hesitated for a moment; then reaching over, he picked up the can of shaving cream and squirted some on his hand. He applied it to each of my underarms as I just stood there watching him do it. When he had finished, he opened the medicine cabinet and retrieved my razor.
He held the razor in front of my eyes and by now he was smirking again. Staring down at his groin, his cock was twitching. It was obvious he was going to enjoy doing this to me and that put any doubts I had to rest. As I stood there impassively, hands clenched tightly behind my head, he turned on the faucet and held the razor beneath the warm water. Satisfied, he held it in front of my eyes again.
“Are you sure?” he asked, softly.
“Yeah,” I lied.
That was the final encouragement he needed. Leaning over, he kissed me and set to work promptly. It didn’t take all that long at that point; and when he was finished, he rubbed a little moisturizer in to take the sting off his efforts. He kissed my shoulders and arms while he was doing that. Then, placing both of his hands on the sides of my face, he kissed me harder than I had ever been kissed before in my life.
It was one of those kisses that seemed to linger forever.
“That alone was worth coming back here tonight,” he whispered, as he stood there admiring his efforts and grinning at me.
Realizing how much of a turn on it had been for him, I blurted it out without even thinking.
“Anything else you want to shave?” I asked.
I realized immediately it was a mistake. I could get away with shaved pits in the locker room, but not with shaved pubes.
Shit! Why did you say that, Ethan?
I don’t know whether he realized that as well, but was grateful when he came to my rescue.
“Actually I was just thinking about that,” he responded, smirking. “It’s definitely tempting. A lot of babes are into Brazilians these days, but most of the ones I sleep with aren’t so I’ll give it a pass for now, Ethan.”
“Thank god,” I responded, exhaling.
“You’re welcome,” he replied, still smirking.
As much as I didn’t want to, I found myself laughing at that.
“You really should trim them though, shape them a little. A lot of the guys at Buzz go for the triangle look; you know, like girls. Yours are definitely a little too bushy. I can fix that for you without anyone except me really noticing; assuming you trust me, that is.”
“I trust you, Riley,” I responded.
Retrieving the pair of scissors he had set aside, he went to work. It didn’t take long and he didn’t do much. In the mirror, I could notice a slight difference, but you would have had to be staring at them pretty closely to notice that.
Stepping back, Riley admired his work.
“Do you think we have time for a shower tonight, Ethan?” he asked.
He was reminding me of what had happened the previous evening and I wasn’t about to make the same mistake again.
“We do,” I replied. “We have all the time in the world.”
“Good; why don’t you start the water and get it warm for us.”
I leaned down and turned on the faucet. I hadn’t really been thinking about it, but the position I was in gave him a perfect view.
“Nice butt,” he volunteered.
By now I was feeling more relaxed around Riley so I gave my ass a little shake, causing him to laugh.
Once I managed to get the water just right, I stood up, motioned for him to get in and then followed him in, positioning myself between him and the shower head. I turned on the shower and took the first blast, protecting him from its force in the process. He reached over and retrieved the body wash and began rubbing it all over my body.
He did it slowly and gently and in a way that seemed incredibly sensuous. I turned around and just stood there facing him while staring into his eyes.
Eventually his hand worked its way down to my groin. I was hard. I had been hard almost from the very first moment we got back to my place and I remember being a little embarrassed about that. But he didn’t seem to mind; in fact he reached back and gently started to loosen me up with one of his fingers while washing my groin with his other hand.
By then I had closed my eyes and didn’t want him to stop and he didn’t stop, at least not for what seemed like a long time but actually wasn’t. Eventually he finished cleaning me up and handed the body wash to me. I began rubbing it on him, trying my best to imitate what he had just done. As I was doing so, he started to talk to me softly.
“You have a terrific body, Ethan,” he whispered, “one you should be proud of. I hope you realize how special it is. I’m really going to enjoy owning it tonight.”
He was staring into my eyes and hearing him say that sent me over the top. Kneeling down in the shower, I tried to show him how much I was looking forward to that.
This is about as good as it can get, I recall thinking.
I wouldn’t realize until later I was wrong about that.
“Do you like it?” he asked, noticing I had taken his cock out of my mouth and was just staring at it.
“I do,” I said. “That’s, ah, well, nice, definitely nice; perfect to be honest.”
“Good,” he replied, smiling. “I’m glad you like it. Why don’t we dry off and then you can show me just how much you like it.”
We climbed out of the shower, dried one another off, and walked back to the bedroom. He positioned himself at the front of the bed and just stood there, using his hands to slowly rotate his hips. It was like he was dancing privately for me, trying to entice me. While I liked what he was doing, I didn’t really need the enticement.
I began to kneel down, but he pulled me closer to him and placed his lips on my mouth. We stood there kissing like that for a while and I remember thinking it made the whole thing much better because we had done that. At some point, exactly the right point, he placed his hands on my shoulders and gently guided me down to my knees.
Kneeling in front of him, I noticed for the first time that it was standing up at a 45 degree angle and pointing directly at my lips, which were only inches away from it. Instead of trying to devour it as I had the previous evening, I just kissed it softly, using one of my hands to hold everything in place while I tried my best to pleasure the tip.
It was obvious he enjoyed what I was doing. He was encouraging me softly to make love to it so I did. At some point he slid it through my lips into my mouth and I began caressing it with my tongue, even nibbling on it gently at times. The whole thing seemed so much better than the previous evening; more loving, less mechanical and rushed, and definitely more satisfying.
Soon enough I realized something had changed. It was different now. At some point he had taken control of the whole thing without me even noticing. He had spread his legs a littler wider. His hands were holding the footboard and his hips were doing all of the work. They were pushing it forward, sliding it in and out of my mouth, and I was enjoying it more now.
I had done oral sex before in my life, but this was different. It wasn’t me giving someone a blow job. It was Riley making love to my face and something about that was much more powerful. Determined to help, my hands found their way to his hips and started guiding them forward, helping them retreat, then guiding them forward again deeper and deeper into my mouth.
I had never been quite this excited before.
“Here it comes, babe,” is all he whispered before exploding inside my mouth.
His body was tilted back toward the footboard, his hips pressed forward tightly against my face, and his cock was still buried inside my mouth, still twitching occasionally even though it had already delivered the precious liquid to the intended destination; and then he just sighed deeply and his hips collapsed back against the footboard, withdrawing from my mouth in the process.
He just stood there for a couple of moments staring down at me.
“Incredible,” he said; then he pulled me up to my feet and started kissing me passionately.
We stood there kissing like that for a long time. He was into it; his tongue was exploring every part of my mouth. He wasn’t being shy about trying to taste what he had just given me and that reassured me somehow.
At some point I realized he was aroused again; like before, he placed his hands on my shoulders and I went down to my knees again. I assumed he was looking to repeat what we had just done, but I was wrong about that.
Once down on my knees, he turned around, spread his legs a little wider, pressed his stomach against the footboard, and arched his ass back toward me. Instead of staring at his groin, I was staring at his butt now and I had to admit to myself it was the finest butt I had ever stared at in my life.
The cheeks were twin peaks, drawing your attention to his incredibly thin waist and flowing into his thighs perfectly. The skin was smooth and tight, almost muscular in some ways. I liked it. I liked it a lot and couldn’t take my eyes off of it.
“Go ahead, Ethan; feel free to play with it if you want.”
That was when I realized what he was suggesting. I had seen pictures of guys doing it on the internet, but had never actually done it myself and at first I wasn’t entirely sure it was something I wanted to do. I tried to buy some time for myself by using my hands to massage his butt gently, to spread his cheeks and take a peek at what they concealed.
It was small, incredibly small, and it was round and it was pink; and I wondered whether I was hallucinating because at one point it even seemed to wink at me.
“Have you ever done it before, babe?” he asked, probably aware I was stalling for time.
“Um, no, not actually,” I said.
“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. It’s not that big a deal, Ethan.”
But I knew he was just saying that; that this was probably a very big deal for him. It was another test. I knew that and there was no way I was going to disappoint him. Closing my eyes, I started licking his cheeks, hesitantly at first and then with more enthusiasm. Using my hands to spread his buns as wide as I could, I plunged forward, pushed in, and licked the tiny hole that had been waiting there so patiently for me.
Delighted by the sensation, it opened itself up and beckoned me in and I accepted the offer and pressed forward.
I had done all of this quickly and his response was equally quick. He started squirming, trying to get his hole in sync with my tongue, pushing back toward my mouth and my nose; and at last, no longer able to conceal what I already knew, urging me on.
“Oh, Jesus, yes,” he pleaded. “Do it, Ethan. Lick me.”
Then he moaned and I realized I was the one who was making him do it.
I was actually making Riley moan!
That only heightened my enthusiasm for the task. I found my hand reaching beneath him and playing with his sac, his balls and his dick. I could tell he liked that as well, liked it a lot, but it was the tongue he liked most of all.
He’s masculine, Ethan, I said to myself. He’ll never admit it to you. But he wants to be fucked by you, just using your tongue, not your dick.
So that’s what I did for what seemed like forever. I made love to Riley’s butt with my tongue.
And finally, much later, he acknowledged what I already knew from the movements of his body and the moans he couldn’t suppress.
“That’s a pretty fine job you’re doing there, dude.”
He was into it. He wasn’t faking anything. He was having a good time and that made me happy; and when I finally stopped, he just let out a sigh, turned around, helped me to my feet, and kissed me more passionately than I had ever been kissed before in my life.
Seeing him standing there smiling at me, happy with me, I remember feeling like this was what I had been waiting for all my life.