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A Quick BJ: Rained Out
Two teammates rekindle a long dormant bromance.
If you find average, masculine, mature men in baseball/softball uniforms to be inherently hot and enjoy a bit of romance, this might be the for you, I hope you enjoy it.
THIS IS NOT a continuation or prequel to any other QUICK BJ stories.
It also contains FLASHBACK scenes in italics, so you’ve been warned.
Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.
“Damn…it’s really coming down…” I muttered aloud as I stood in the dugout and watched the sudden downpour wash out any chance of playing today.
Tim was sitting behind me checking his phone, “Yeah, the latest weather report says it’s going to be raining all afternoon. Now they tell us.”
I turned to reply when both our phones pinged. It was an email from our bar softball team manager that we were officially rained out. No kidding. It looked like Tim and I were stuck here in the dugout until it let up enough to make a run for my truck.
I had known Tim since, well, forever. We went through school together and had played on this very field since we were in little league together. So here we are pushing forty and we’re still buds, still wearing the same uniform, still hanging out in the same dugout.
Our softball team was called the Brewskis, the name emblazoned on our shirts and a logo of a beer stein going downhill on skis on our red baseball caps. Our shirts were white baseball shirts with red sleeves that matched our stretchy white knee length pants with a red belt and long red socks with white stripes.
When I looked at Tim sitting there absorbed in his phone, I flashed back to something that happened between us back when we were a couple of skinny eighteenyearold seniors right in this very dugout.
Tim had given me my first blowjob.
We had scored a sixpack of beers, hopped the fence to the field and were drinking here in the dugout until we were more than a bit tipsy. We got to talking about girls which made me horny and the next thing I knew, I was pressing Tim to suck my dick. Of course he protested, but since I was always the dominant personality and Tim was lubricated with beer, he eventually yielded and sucked me off.
Of course, that youthful indiscretion was twenty plus years ago and we were both grown men now who had put that kind of teenaged nonsense behind us. Tim was married with a couple of teenaged kids while I was divorced a few years ago. Fortunately, Janet and I didn’t have any kids, so it was a mostly amicable divorce, but I still felt burned so while I still dated, I was in no mood to settle down or tie the knot again. In short, Tim and I had led very average, very straight lives since we had our little fling and we had never mentioned it in all those intervening years.
But after my flashback, I decided to bring it up today, “Hey, Tim. Remember what went down here when we were eighteen?”
Tim reluctantly pried his attention away from his phone to give me a blank look, “Huh?”
I smiled down at him and tugged my crotch.
Tim gave me a sour look and a flat, “Very funny…” He turned back to his phone, but I could tell he was checking out my crotch in his peripheral vision. Was he also blushing…?
Realizing I had touched a nerve, I couldn’t resist taking a step closer and teasing him with another tug, “You still remember how, don’t you, Timmy?” I hadn’t called him Timmy since school days.
Tim put his phone away, “That was a long time ago, Scott. I’m married now.”
He was giving me excuses, but I didn’t hear a flatout no. I had just been teasing him up until now, but I felt my lust rising. I truly wanted Tim to suck my dick again. I looked down into his blue eyes and took another step closer, invading his personal space. “It’s not cheating, it’s just between us guys,” I justified to him while openly groping the swelling mound in my tight white baseball pants.
Tim held my gaze for a second to see that I was serious, then he glanced at my bulge before looking around nervously like cornered prey.
“It’s cool. Nobody’s around. It’s just you and me, Timmy,” I said as I pulled off his red baseball cap and then put it back on backwards, so the brim was out of the way for cocksucking. I couldn’t help but notice how much growing up Tim had done in the past twenty years. His dirty blond hair was now fully brown and his body had filled out nicely from a skinny kid to a thicker, solid adult male physique that was nicely accentuated by his baseball uniform. In short, Tim was a DILF…and I had him cornered.
I unzipped the fly in my white uniform pants and fished my half hard cock out of my jock. Tim looked at it for a moment then back up to me. I moved in closer between his spread legs, “You remember how, don’t you, Timmy? It’s just like riding a bike. Once you’ve done it, you never forget how to do it ever again.”
Tim shifted his gaze back to my cock and I rubbed the tip over his lips. He just sat there frozen as I rubbed the drooling head over his lips and cheeks. He hadn’t shaved this morning, and his stubble felt electric on my swelling cock head. It made the atmosphere so much more masculine compared to when I had done this on his boyishly smooth cheeks. “C’mon, Timmy. Open up. You know you wanna…”
I had said the same thing to him when he was sitting in the same spot in the same dugout twenty years ago…
“Scotty, I’m not gay,” Timmy whined as I stood before him in the dugout, his blue eyes shining in the light of the full moon under his Bieber style haircut. We were both dressed in the uniform of eighteenyearolds everywhere, slouchy jeans and tee shirts.
“It’s okay,” I soothed my buddy as I fished my hardening cock out of my jeans. “I’ve seen you checking out my dick in the showers. Just help me out. Nobody’s around. I’m so horny.” I took hold of the soft hair on the back of his head and rubbed my cock on his face, leaving trails over his smooth cheeks and lips. “C’mon, Timmy. Open up. You know you wanna…”
“You won’t tell anyone…?” Timmy looked up at me with innocent eyes and my dick resting on his chin.
“I promise, Timmy. Now let me in. Just this one time,” I lied like all guys do. If Timmy gave in and sucked my dick this one time, I’d be using his mouth on a regular basis for the rest of our senior year.
Timmy looked back down at my dick, swallowed hard and then hesitantly opened his mouth wide and leaned forward like he was playing Operation, not wanting my dick to touch the sides of his mouth.
Then for the first time in my life, I felt a warm, wet tongue press against the head of my dick. “Oh, fuuuck, Timmy,” I groaned. “That feels soooo good.”
Timmy closed his lips around my shaft behind the head and applied some suction, making it official…
Timmy was now a cocksucker…
My cocksucker.
I pressed the tip of my hard cock up against Tim’s tightly compressed lips, “C’mon, Timmy. Let me in. Just this once, for old time’s sake…” We were locked in that position for a moment, Tim’s immovable lips versus my irresistible object. I was almost ready to give up, when Tim closed his eyes and yielded, opening his mouth and welcoming my dick inside for the first time in twenty years.
“Fuuuuuck, yeah, Timmy! Your mouth is as sweet as I remembered,” I groaned out loud as Tim’s sucking mouth drew me back down memory lane.
Timmy slowly slid forward, tentatively exploring my hard cock, the first cock he had ever had in his mouth. He stopped when he had gone down a few inches and then slowly backed off until he just had the head in his mouth before going back down. I couldn’t believe that my best bud Timmy was actually sucking my dick, and I was loving it, “That’s so good, Timmy. Just be careful with your teeth, dude,” I husked as Timmy and I willingly gave our virginity to each other.
Timmy obliged me, trying his best to give a good blowjob. He got into a rhythm, taking a little more of my dick with every bob of his head. Sucking, slurping sounds echoed around the dugout as Timmy serviced my cock and I felt his hands slide around from my hips to cup my eighteenyearold bubble butt.
I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them and my underwear down to give Timmy better access. My hard cock left his sucking mouth with a pop. Timmy grabbed my smooth butt cheeks and squeezed them as I took hold of his head with both hands and guided his hot mouth back onto my stiff cock that was wet with his saliva.
As if a dam that had held back twenty years of buried need and desire had broken, Tim actively got into sucking my cock, bobbing his head and sucking hard while his experienced tongue slathered the underside of my hard cock. It was like we were both discovering just how much we had missed this. Tim’s large, strong dad hands grabbed my beefy man cheeks and squeezed them hard through my stretchy white uniform pants. “Yeah, Timmy… Work my butt and suck my dick you little slut. We both need this, buddy.”
Tim moaned around my cock in agreement as he kneaded two handfuls of my butt even harder. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed Timmy groping my butt while he sucked my cock, but this was very different from when we were two wiry punks on the cusp of manhood. Tim was now manhandling my butt with his large strong hands, a very different sensation from being gently groped by Timmy’s delicate hands. I dropped my hands from his head to his broad shoulders, where I could feel his muscles undulating through his baseball shirt. I groped and kneaded his shoulders as deeply as Tim was kneading my glutes.
We were no longer hesitant youths nervously experimenting with our new ual urges. We were now two mature men who knew exactly what we wanted and what we were doing. It was both familiar and different. We were thicker, hairier, and sweatier now, so our passion was more determined, rougher, more animalistic. Instead of the soft higherpitched moans of our youth, the dugout now echoed with the deep grunts and groans of rutting male animals.
I held Timmy’s head in place and rabbit fucked his mouth with short strokes, savoring the sensation of his warm wet sucking mouth wrapped around my teenaged cock. I was doing it… I was ! Okay, it was just a blowjob from my best buddy, but it was the first time I had plunged my hard cock into someone’s willing orifice. I was loving it and knew that I would never forget this magical moment. “Damn, Timmy your mouth feels so good on my dick… work that hot tongue on my shaft like a good cocksucker…”
Timmy obliged and slathered the underside of my cock in time with his hands squeezing my bare butt cheeks. I grabbed his head and fucked faster, “Fuck… I can’t hold back…take it, Timmy…swallow my load…cocksucker… Ungh!… Ungh!… Ungh!”
I unloaded…Timmy swallowed…I unloaded…Timmy swallowed…over and over until my cock went soft in his greedily sucking mouth, draining my essence from me like a succubus. I came down off my orgasm and went weak in the knees. I collapsed next to Timmy on the bench as he took out his own hard cock and started jerking it off rapidly.
Timmy leaned his shoulder against me and put his free hand on my thigh as he jerked his cock. I felt obliged to help him out so put my right arm over his shoulders and pulled him close as I reached over with my left hand and took over slowly jerking his drooling cock. Timmy was surprised when I grabbed hold of his cock, giving me a slack jawed look of surprise.
I don’t know what got into me, but I grabbed the back of his head again and then kissed him full on the mouth, driving my tongue forward, tasting his saliva and the lingering flavor of my own cum. After a moan of surprise, Timmy moaned back into my mouth with passion and soon his tongue started dueling with my own.
I made out with my best bud in the moonlight and jerked his cock, enjoying the sense of control I had over his body. It was like his cock was a joystick for a game console and I was guiding Timmy into higher and higher levels of play. Timmy was willing putty in my hands, and in a few minutes, he moaned even louder into my mouth as he surrendered to my jerking hand and shot his load.
We continued to make out as Timmy came back down earth, our relationship forever changed. While I had told him that sucking my cock was only a onetime thing, Timmy was now my cocksucker. My feelings toward him were now an unusual mix of tenderness, possession and protection and those feelings were magnified about tenfold a couple of weeks later when I took his anal virginity and marked him with my seed deep in his core. Our fling would only last a few months until we both got girlfriends, but those conflicting feelings of tenderness, possession and protection toward Timmy would stay with me forever.
Tim was bobbing his head on my cock, expertly deep throating me. I had been playing him when I teased that sucking cock was like riding a bicycle, that once you did it you never forgot how and now, he was proving me right. Tim was as good a cocksucker as I remembered. My knees started to tremble as I felt my orgasm approaching due to Tim’s amazing blowjob that was ably assisted by his hands kneading my ass. “Shit, Timmy… slow down…I’m gonna cum…Shiiiiittt…” I grabbed his head and skewered his throat, blasting load after load down his clutching throat.
Tim clutched my butt cheeks in a painful kung fu grip, supporting me as my legs gave out, pulling me in tight, hungrily trying to get every last millimeter of my cock as far down his sucking throat as possible. I slowly got my legs under me as Tim vacuumed the last few drops of cum out of my softening cock and greedily swallowed them like a man that had spent twenty years crossing the desert.
Just as I pulled my cock free of Tim’s mouth, we both noticed that the rain suddenly slowed and almost stopped. We looked at each other…this was our chance to make a break for it. “Let’s go for it,” I said as I tucked myself back in my uniform pants.
Tim and I grabbed our stuff and made a run for my truck. As soon as we got a few strides from the dugout the next band of rain hit us, instantly soaking us to the skin. We hooted and hollered like a couple of teenaged knuckleheads as we ran for my truck. Tim was just ahead of me, and I had to check out the amazing view of his butt since the rain had rendered his white uniform almost translucent. I could see through his wet uniform pants the straps of his jockstrap cupping his buns and admired how his teardrop shaped butt cheeks alternately rose and fell as he ran.
I had tapped that ass. Back in our senior year I had not only made Tim my cocksucker, but I had bitched him too. I had many fond memories of the tight, velvet glove of Timmy’s eighteenyearold boy pussy. He may have cursed and begged me to go easier, but he never told me to stop and always came back for more. Of course, Timmy’s ass had been narrower, perkier and even a bit girlish back then compared to the solid, meatier butt Tim sported now.
We made it to my truck and quickly ducked inside, both of us soaked to the skin. I pulled a towel out of my bag, so I was at least able to dry off my face and hands before passing it over to Tim. The windows immediately fogged up on the inside while the rain ran down outside the windshield like a hose. It was clear we weren’t going anywhere for a while, and I raked my eyes over Tim as he dried his face. I could see through his wet baseball shirt the dark areola of his nipples nestled in the fan of dark hairs dusting his chest that tapered to a treasure trail that ran down to his crotch. I playfully reached over and tweaked one of his nipples.
“Scott!” he yelped more in surprise than protest.
I gave him a shiteating grin and placed my right hand on the back of his neck, “You helped me out, Tim. How about I help you out like the old days?”. I groped his crotch with my other hand for emphasis. “Go ahead, Timmy. Whip it out,” I squeezed his bulge and felt it twitch in response.
Tim glanced around nervously to ensure nobody was around and moved his hands to his crotch. I moved my left hand to his chest to give him access and explored his solid pecs. Instead of the small tight muscles capped with tiny nipples he had as a teen, Tim now sported large mounds of muscle on his chest with rubbery, erasersized nipples. As he undid his pants, I pulled him in closer with my other hand on the back of his neck until our lips met. Tim gave a deep groan as he let me taste him with my tongue. We hadn’t kissed in twenty years, and it was a very different experience. We were both larger and stronger now, instead of smooth cheeks, we both had rough morning beard stubble, and our tongues wrestled aggressively versus the gentler exploring snogging of our younger selves. He tasted different than the sweet kisses I remember with Timmy, Tim tasted more tart, tangier and more masculine than I recalled. I was making out with a man now, which was so different it was like we were losing our virginity all over again. I groped his chest more aggressively until Tim pulled out his hard cock and then guided my left hand down to his hard cock.
I didn’t resist. I never got my kicks and left my cocksucker hanging like some guys do. I readily grabbed Tim’s hard cock and started to deliver a practiced handjob. I knew from experience exactly how Tim liked to be jerked off, because it had been our routine after Timmy sucked my cock for us to get into a hot jerkoff and makeout session like we were doing now. While I was busy tasting Tim’s tonsils and jerking his drooling cock, his hands were free to explore my torso. Tim first wrapped me in a bear hug with his strong arms before exploring my solid tapered back. I moaned my appreciation into his mouth and jerked him faster. Tim moved his right hand around front to explore my chest, groping and kneading my pecs with a brief detour to rub my soft dad belly before returning to my chest.
Two can play at that game, I thought. I broke the kiss and lowered my head to Tim’s chest and attacked his erect nipples through his baseball shirt with my teeth. He inhaled sharply at the novel sensation.
“Ohhh…fuuuuuck, Scott. That’s too much….” He protested but grabbed my head with both hands and pressed my face into his chest.
Proud that I had found a new button to push, I jerked Tim faster while sucking and nibbling harder on his nipple. Tim groaned louder and pulled me in harder, his hips jerked spasmodically and his back arched, pressing his chest into my face. it didn’t take long for Tim to lose it and give my dashboard a new paintjob with his cum.
“Ohhh…fuuuuuck, Scott. Fuuuuuccckkk….” Tim shot his load with a guttural roar, almost cracking my skull with his grip as he orgasmed.
Eventually, he sank back into his seat and released my head. I moved back up and kissed him deeply again, but tenderly this time. I broke off and sank back into my seat and wiped my hand clean of his cum with my damp towel before passing it over to Tim to clean up, while stating the obvious, “Well…that was fun.”
Tim chuckled, “Yeah…even better than I remembered…”
The unasked question that hovered over the awkward silence that followed was, “Now what? Where do we go from here?”
Tim’s phone pinged with a text, “Shit. It’s Cindy…”
His wife…
I reached over and took a soft hold of the back of his neck, gently stroking it with my thumb, “It’s okay. Just let her know that we were rained out and that you’ll hang at my place until the rain let’s up.”
Tim looked at me blankly. He knew exactly where this was going and what the implications were. I wanted to fuck him. I had already made him my cocksucker again, and now I wanted to make him my bitch again. If he refused, today could be written off as a onetime indiscretion between old friends, but if he agreed with my proposal, we would be picking up our relationship where we had left off twentyodd years ago, with Tim as my personal cocksucker and bitchboy.
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