It was a Warm Spring Day. It was a Sunday afternoon. I needed to get out. First choice, bike ride. My usual route takes me by a park where the gay softball league plays on Sundays. All that testosterone in the air sounded good. I cleaned up, no reason not to look my best. After all, I would be among a bunch of men. Men who have been drinking beer and watching men in tight pants, sweating. Good chance there might be a few men in the stands looking for some action. Heading toward the park, my imagination went into gear. I pictured some of those hot, beefy guys in shorts and tight tank tops sitting in the stands or wandering around watching the players flexing their muscles, flaunting those tight buns, getting me horny. Add beer and some real possibilities arise…got to the park and located myself in the middle of it all, leaning on my bike and trying my best to exude sexiness while appearing to be seriously involved in the game.

The “Tools” are supported by a local bar. They were playing the “Hard Riders” who are backed by a local bike shop. Silly names for softball teams but appropriate for gay ones. The Hard Riders were up and it was close to the end of the ninth inning. A player, tall with a good build was at bat. He hit the ball and made it to second base. I thought about trying to get to first base with him but the next guy at bat is the one that really caught my eye. He is 5’8″ or so, nice broad shoulders, narrow waist and even from a distance, I could see he and a nice set of pecs, guns, and thick muscular legs. As he hit the ball and started running toward first I saw his beautiful high round ass. I stopped looking at any other man. He became my fantasy. He happened to hit a home run (my hero!) and both he and the player on second made it to home. The crowd got loud and there was a lot of hugging and jumping on the field. I looked at the score and noticed my fantasy had brought in the winning run. His hot factor jumped another few points…on top of having the best body, I guessed he’s also the best player on the team.

The teams congratulated each other and started wandering off the field. My fantasy headed off and I hoped he would at least walk close to me so to smell his sweat.  As he started walking off the field, it appeared he was coming my way. Not with any intent but it kept my fantasy alive. As he got closer to me, I realized I had better come up something to catch his attention. Duh…say something about the game, definity not flirty, just to get his attention. At least he’d have to say thanks. I began to notice how just how hot he was. He had pulled his cap backwards, which I think is cute and I noticed his deep tan and dirty blond hair (I love dirty blonds, usually means a hairy chest). It became clear what a great body and face he has and he had a big satisfied smile and beautiful teeth. He looked to be in his 40’s and looked like a really nice guy (maybe even “sweet”)

When he got close enough to hear, I said loudly, “great game and you’ve got to be the MVP!”. He stopped and said thanks (I told you so…) then said softball doesn’t have MVP’s. I put a big smile and responded then you’ll have to be MMVP, my most valuable player. It took him a second, but he got it and with a BIG smile said “you’re sweet!” At this point, I could have gone home happy. I expected him to be done and walk away, but when he stood there longer than usual, knew I had to come up with something good. I hoped he was ready for me to flirt. I went for a slow buildup, and said “I like your teams’ name and did he come up with it? He laughed and said to me in a serious tone that no he didn’t, that it came from being sponsored by a local bike shop. I think my sly smile and twinkle in my eye made him realize I already knew that. His response made him look a little shy (cute!). I tempered this by telling him I bought my bike from that shop so I guess that made me a sponsor too. I took a step deeper, asking if the bike shop tested the riders to make sure they were all “hard riders” He liked that and with a big smile, reached out and pounded my chest, saying “that hard”

He was taking the hook but could I set it? I needed to get serious and get some questions out of the way. I didn’t see a ring on his finger so I asked if his boyfriend plays on the team too? He smiles. “What makes you think I have a boyfriend?” Anybody as cute as you must have a boyfriend or maybe boyfriends. “As it happens I don’t but why would that matter” This is my chance, not to be too forward but just enough to let him know what I’m after. Don’t want to sound like too much of a slut. I suggest that since he’d My MVP, he gets an award and I am responsible for it. He turns sly, cocks his head and says “Do I get to choose my award?” He is really playing along and that makes me feel great! I look nervous and say of course it’s your choice as long as it’s within my abilities. He says “so you mean anything” I give him a BIG smile. That’s it, the hook has been set.

He explains the teams go out after the game and have a beer at a bar close by. “How about coming with us?” I hesitate. I don’t really want to spend time in a loud bar right now and I don’t want to take the chance of losing out on this opportunity. I would like to but I need to take care of errand. “I live right around the corner from the bar and you could come by my place after to ‘receive’ your reward?” He goes for it. “Sure that would be great. How about in an hour or so?” I agree but my self-confidence is eroding, so trying not to appear to beg, I ask him not to forget and will he really come?  He gives me a very sincere look “of course I’m not going to forget” and to seal it, he leans in and gives me a wet, full on the lips deep kiss. 

I give him my business card (he’s impressed…) and quick directions. “so you’ll be at my place around 5:00? He says yes and says “I guess I should know your name”. I say call me DT (Deep Throat). I turn him around to see his jersey number. I’ll call you “9 Plus”. He
laughs and as he’s backing away, and loud enough for anyone within earshot to hear, says “can I take a shower at your place?” I’m thinking oh he’s so good at this  and answer back loudly “sure but after I give you your award…” He smiles and says you’re BAD! and heads out for the bar.

I’m 10 minutes from home with a fast bike ride and although I’m turned on by the idea of smelling and licking up his sweat when I give him his “award”, he might prefer a fresh-smelling trick, so a “hard” ride home and a quick shower. And a workout will start the testosterone flowing!

As I reached home and dismounted, my mind started reeling with thoughts of pure, hot sex with a guy who was clearly ready for it. He’s wound up from hard play and I know he’s going to take out his aggressions on me! I hope I’m not thinking too far ahead and assuming he’s going to want more than just a blow job. By now, I’m getting anxious. I’ve had plenty of men take me up on offers of great sex but there’s still that undercurrent of “will he follow through and show up?” Just when I’m thinking I shouldn’t be getting so turned on, the doorbell rings. 

I had left the door open so I could see him waiting behind the screen door and he is so hot! I hesitate just enough to get him worked up and go to the door with a real purpose. When I open the screen, I see he has taken his jersey off and is wearing a very worn v-neck t-shirt revealing that hard body AND a hairy chest. He also has a big shit-eating grin on that beautiful, sexy face. I can’t believe I’m getting hard so fast and am so glad I put on a pair of nylon shorts that show everything. He shows his appreciation by cupping my extending cock, takes my hand and pulls me against his enormous bulge. I like to take it slow, but in a movie, we’d have had our tongues down each other’s throats stripped naked in seconds (and on the floor…) I lead him into the living room (he’s even sweet enough to compliment me on the decor). I like being the aggressor at this point and push him down on the sofa and get on my knees. Undo shoelaces, yank shoes and pants off. Of course, he’s wearing a worn jock and it’s so stretched out by his hard-on that I can see his bull balls waiting for sucking. Not yet…off come the socks. OMG, he has the most beautiful feet…so that’s where I begin. I’m going to take it slow because I am driving him crazy. He says he should take a shower but I know he is so turned on my desire to do him sweat and all, that I ignore his comment and go right for the toes. What a treat to suck on such beautiful, masculine feet, toes straight and perfect form right down to the little “piggy”. And somebody gets pedicures!

He is obviously enjoying the work-up. I love men’s feet when they’re perfect and I love savoring them. When a man realizes this is the beginning of a fantastic session, they really start to harden up and beg for more. Especially when I started to move my hands up and down his muscled calves and then move to the insides of his thighs. 9 plus was really in great physical condition and by that I mean perfectly proportioned calves and thighs and waist. Wait, I’m moving too fast. Let’s back up. I spent a lot of time working on his lower body, kissing every square inch. He was sweating and moaning and pleading. He knew how it was going to be and he so wanted my mouth and tongue on his cock and balls (did I mention how big his balls are?) I could see by the curve of his cock through his jockstrap how thick he was. I teased him by lightly rubbing the curve and was amazed that his cock was still growing. It looked so beautiful lying there between the bump of muscle on the inside of each thigh, staining his jock. The muscles above the waistband were so defined and his substantial treasure trail ran upwards toward his taught abs and spread out over his flat belly, I could hardly wait to run my hands through that thicket of dirty blonde belly and chest hair.

My hands grabbed at the waist of his jockstrap and yanked it down, releasing his rock hard veiny cock and hanging balls. His cock sprang up, already with a pearl of pre cum dripping from the piss slit. I slid my mouth slowing over his cockhead and prepared to open wide and go full-on down to the base. I could feel the burning heat emanating from his throbbing cock as I sucked up and down its length. He was making deep animal groans of pleasure and it so got me hot. I had been working on him for a good amount of time when he reached up, pulled me forward and put me on my back. He reciprocated, taking my hard, sizeable cock in his mouth. My back arched and that “electricity” went down to my toes and up to the top of my head. I was now also doing the animal thing and was widening my legs to tell him I was ready to be mounted.

You know the anticipation just before he enters you don’t ya? Well, I felt like it was magnified 10 times, He is pretty big and I think all us bottoms, for a few seconds wonder, will it fit? will it hurt? Only to be hit with that ecstatic shock when he pushes it in. 9-1/2 did it just right, entering so gentle and slow until he knew he go all the way in without hurting me. Well except the hurts so good part…He built up speed fast working his hips and thrust to go smooth and deep. I was pretty much at the point of eyes rolling to the back of my head which, btw, he was cradling in his strong hand. Looking up at his face, I could see we both were on the same plane. Sweat was building up, and having the rays of the late afternoon sun on us, made our bodies glisten. 

We kept it up for a good long euphoric time, 9-1/2 arching down to push his belly and chest against me pounding my insides, sending those electric sparks through all of me. At one point, I reached up with both hands and tweaked his nipples, his face strained with that “over the moon” look.

Eventually, even the best of us, can hold off only for so long and we both knew it was approaching and our climaxes were close. He had this ability that each time he pushed in, he would use his belly against mine, rub my cock with long strokes. I knew I was going to cum without touching myself at all. 9-1/2s’ skin was getting hotter and his deep breathing told me the time was here. With a growl and guttural grunt, he shot his hot heavy load into me. When I felt the first spurt inside me, my cock got harder and I lobbed several long ropes of cum upward where it fell hitting my face and my chest, running down my belly, pooling between my abs. 

There was quite a bit of heavy breathing and more groaning as 9-1/2 rolled off me, landing next to me. We intertwined and spent the rest of the evening cuddling, making out, and getting hard again so we could go for another round…