My Baseball Buddy

That Friday, after Shannon and the girls headed out, we had settled in to watch the big game--win it, and the boys won the division. The game was out on the West Coast. With a later start time, Nate and I decided to treat ourselves and go all out for a perfect man-dinner, with rib-eye on the grill, smashed potatoes and a hefty amount of booze. Nate was an absolute grill master, and he did the steaks perfectly... and since it was just us guys, we were able to enjoy them as rare as we wanted them.

The game started, and Nate and I tumbled downstairs to the TV room, me in my team jersey, him in the team T-shirt I bought him at the start of the season. And we watched the magic unfold.

It was a tight game until the 8th inning, where our guys finally scored a pair of runs off their ace. To our screaming horror, the bad guys fucking tied it up, forcing extra innings. We were both wrecks, tense enough to bite through steel. No one could score until the eleventh, when our leadoff hitter got a lucky duck-fart that dropped in for a hit. We were howling like banshees, jumping up and down while wildly holding onto each other. Holy shit! This could be it! The next hitter fouled out, dropping us into the pits of despair. We were still standing, holding each other and afraid to move as the next hitter came up. Against all odds, he nailed a single perfectly, sending it ripping into the rightfield corner. The runner on first blew through the signal at third and tried to reach home. There was a play at the plate, BUT HE WAS SAFE!

There was the hellacious agony of getting through the bottom of the inning. Each pitch was a freaking do-or-die moment, where both of us nearly died. Yet, our ace closer lived up to billing, and the last pitch ended in a weak pop fly to center. Easily caught! GAME OVER! WE WERE THE DIVISION CHAMPS!!

Nate and I lost our fool minds.

We were both jumping up and down, screaming at the TV, as if somehow we had just scored the winning run. Absolutely, deliriously out of our minds. Then we looked at each other and flew into a wild bear hug of unbridled joy.

It felt amazing. No really... fucking amazing.

Amazing.

We had long given each other guy hugs, slap hugs, and such, but this was... different. We just held. And held. I could feel his pulse pounding in my embrace.

Then, something strange. With my face essentially mashed into the crook of his neck, I could... well, I could smell him. Not in a bad way. It was just... there was his scent. Personal. Strong after a long day and from the excitement. And I could feel the heat of him, and the strength of his arms. All tighter, at once. And it was... him. My best friend. A guy I loved. In the prime of life, on a fan-fucking-tastic day for the ages.

And... I couldn't let go. We were way past when a normal guy hug would end, but I didn't care. There was something... something I couldn't explain. Something I couldn't put my finger on. I felt this... connection. Deeper than anything. Like everything was coming together. My pulse was pounding, too... but I don't think it was from me jumping around. I was feeling something in my gut. Like... butterflies. And my hands starting moving on their own. Sensing him. Taking him in. And fucking hell... I think his were doing the same. I could feel sparks on my skin where his fingers were. I could feel his hot breath against my neck, and I broke out in goosebumps. And still we embraced.

Shit.

What was this? I don't fucking know, but it felt... fucking amazing. It was weird, I almost felt on fire.

Finally, after long, long minutes we pulled slightly apart... looking eye to eye, but still holding each other. Nate had a slightly goofy look on his face, like he had been grinning ear-to-ear but caught himself, but his expression vaguely read as being... surprised. We just looked at each other. We both flashed a flicker of a smile, and gave a couple of soft chuckled laughs. God he was amazing. The living image of a guy in the prime of life. Alive. And someone who made me feel alive. His gaze dropped slightly, like he was looking at my mouth... then snapped his eyes to mine again. Again, we chuckled lightly. Nervously.

I broke the gaze and looked at his mouth... taking in his lips, and the scruff of his stubble. It was... magnetic. I had been in a similar position a million times before, but never with a guy. There was a different sort of... well, shit, everything about it was different. I mean, he was a guy. Fucking masculine as hell. Unlike any woman I had been with. I could feel his hands on me, stronger than a girl's. His face more angled. And the stubble. That fascinating stubble. My pulse was racing, and an icy trail of sweat was running down my temple towards my chin. I just... it all felt so natural. So easy. I don't know where it came from, but I closed my eyes, leaned in...

... and...still almost laughing...

...I kissed him.

God help me, I kissed him.

It felt good. It felt fucking unbelievable.

It was just for a moment... I was on the verge of freaking out, and couldn't hold the kiss for very long. But it was real. And good.

I pulled back, less than an inch from his face. Panting slightly. I couldn't look him in the eyes. My stomach was flipping into somersaults, and my heartbeat was pounding so loud I though my eardrums would explode. In a whirlpool of sensations, excited, terrified... and something deeper. Something I don't know that I ever felt before....

And then Nate fucking dove at me, his lips locking onto mine.

In a flash, I was in the middle of the most savage kiss of my life.

It was like nothing, nothing I had ever experienced before. My body was hit with a tidal wave of feelings all at once. Both physical sensations and emotions. And I couldn't hold on. It was like being pulled into a whirlpool. Goddamn.

I don't know for how long, but my mind went totally blank, like everything I could possibly think about was swept away. There was just Nate. And fire.

But after a moment, I was distantly aware of several things all at once.

The mechanics of making out with a guy were somewhat familiar, but everything was strange. Fucking amazing, but strange. As we got over our shock and really got into it, I realized just how fucking masculine this was. The physicality, the aggressiveness of it. Shit. I had always thought of a kiss as romantic. And that a first kiss should be respectful.

Not when there's another guy involved.

We fucking mauled each other. Sloppy, loud, and with all our weight behind it. It was like Nate was trying to eat me for dinner, rip my face apart, and suck my tongue right out of my head. I hit him back with everything I had. I had to; if I hadn't, he would have literally smashed me onto the ground.

And it wasn't just the kiss itself. It was... everything. It was the stubble from his unshaven face... it scratched me raw, and to my surprise I loved it. It was the way his hands gripped me, far stronger than any woman I had been with. It was the way his breath tasted of whiskey. The fucking way he smelled. It was a familiar scent, as I had lived with guys throughout my life.

Fucking masculine. But also, so... personal.

But on top of everything, it was the fact that I was with Nate. My best friend. A guy whose shit-eating grin made my day. A guy who brightened when I came over. A guy I could talk to for hours, or sit silently with for hours. A guy I helped at his lowest, and who would have taken a bullet for me in a heartbeat. A guy whose loopy sense of humor always made me laugh. A guy who I couldn't wait to spend time with. A guy who fucking set me on fire.

Fucking yes... he was setting me on fire. There was no way to hide it; my dick was harder than fucking granite.

And holy shit... it dawned on me that crushed together like that... Nate was harder than granite, too.

FUUUUUCK. Even fully clothed, as I felt his hard dick against mine, my own excitement started blasting through the roof. I had never had such an intense moment, one that filled my whole body and set me on fire. His dick. I couldn't believe I was feeling another guy's rock-hard dick rub against me. Feeling Nate's rock hard dick rub against me. My heart was pounding like it had never pounded before, and we were both breathing in explosive gasps and we made out.

Fuck. He was grinding his dick against me. My fucking best friend was dry humping me, still fully clothed.

Fuck it.

My instincts got the better of me, and with trembling hands I reached down, between us. I had to feel his cock. I fucking had to. He was wearing lounge shorts, and the waistband easily gave way. I could barely breathe as I slid my hand in.

It was fucking unbelievable. I knew he was hairy, but I'd never really seen his crotch. My fingers brushed into the wiry tangle of man-hair, and found his cock... pulsing with excitement. It was the first time I had every felt a cock other than my own. His dick was harder than I would have thought, but oddly enough softer. My fingers coiled around him, instinctively knowing how to work it. And Fucking-A... as my fingers grazed him, they came away wet and sticky. The man was fucking leaking precum like crazy!

I broke the kiss, causing Nate to breathe out an audible groan. I slid my hand out of his shorts, and moved my fingers to my face... I locked eyes with him, and with a nasty leer started licking the cock snot from my fingers. Sweeter than I expected. And I could just catch the scent of his musk. As he watched, his eyes flared open and he fucking growled an obscene growl. He landed a kiss on me like a right hook.

I roughly slid my hand back towards his cock and dove forward. Our kissing was now a loud, clumsy rumble as he was panting out his excitement. His hands worked down to my crotch, gripping me through my jeans. My lips slid across his chin, as I moved down to attack his neck, just behind his ears. That blew his world apart, and he started losing his balance. We fell backwards, crashing awkwardly against the sofa. Our kiss dissolved into a bout of wrestling as we tried to maintain our balance, too horned up to care.

We slid hard onto the rug in that space between the sofa and the coffee table, me on my back. Nate violently shoved the table away to make space for us, sending beer bottles skidding across the floor with their tell-tale clatter. Stradling me, he reached down and in one violent move hoisted his T-shirt over his head.

If I hadn't been on fire before, the vision of that guy's perfectly proportioned chest would have done it. I was somewhat hairy, with a spray of fur across my pecs and hairy belly reaching into my pants. But Nate was fucking hairy with thick dark curls across his torso, and similarly hairy forearms. I almost gasped as he pulled his shirt off, flaring a pair of hairy pits. Right there, right then it was like the most fucking masculine thing I had ever seen. Raw masculinity in its purest form.

But what made it truly, unmistakably masculine was the predatory, crazed look in his eyes as he looked down on me. Eyes of pure hunger. Eyes like a fucking jungle cat prepared to pounce. A woman--any woman--in that position would have been afraid for her life.

I'm a guy. In response, my eyes said... "fucking BRING IT YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!"

Oh, he fucking brought it.

Nate violently wrenched my jeans open so forcefully I thought he likely ripped them. He clawed my boxer briefs down... setting my dick free so abruptly, it slapped against my torso. It was wet from a flood of precum myself.

There was no foreplay. No consent, no romance. He fucking locked his lips around my cock and fucking swallowed me down.

I arched my back and let loose a snarling scream that about blew out his windows. I couldn't believe it... I've been around enough guys to know that I'm well above average. Not in length maybe, but I'm pretty fucking thick, with a straight shaft that ends in a thick forest of man-hair. I'm used to women not being able to deal with me. Or even wanting to try.

Nate sure as hell did. That initial suck down was better, way FUCKING better than any blowjob I had ever gotten from a woman, my wife included. He fucking sucked it, not doing one of those half-assed bobbing games that woman do. He sucked me hard, and I swear I thought he was going to suck my dickhead right off. There was no timid, half-hearted effort just to get though it. He fucking wanted this. He was fucking living for this.

After working me over for a few minutes, Nate tried swallow me down entirely, but ended up gagging himself and pulling back. Before I could say anything he shifted gears, making rapid up and down motions, sucking as hard as he could. The fast movements of his lips against my cockhead's rim sent absolute shudders across my body. He started going faster, and fucking faster... and my steady moaning started breaking into explosive grunts and picked up in pace to match his. This was all so new, so wildly incredible that I thought I was going to blow right there.

My legs instinctively started to flex, and my grunts became a howl...

...and Nate gave me a reprieve.

I growled out disappointment, but was right there with him... I didn't want to end this too fast. Nate slowed the pace by sliding his tongue in a vulgar slur down my shaft to my hairy balls. And fucking worshiped them. His mouth was everywhere, taking them in one at a time in his mouth, teasing with his tongue, lapping me like a fucking dog. I had no words, just an unrelenting roar of joy as my best buddy rocked me to my core. And to my unending wonder, he was as into it as much as I was. Unlike my wife, he didn't give one shit about all the hair down there. His mouth was everywhere. Going crazy. He fucking knew just how to play me.

The strange thing was that it wasn't just the amazing sensation of Nate blowing me that got me so worked up. It was this incredible feeling of closeness. Of fucking connection. Of gratitude. My best friend was giving me the experience of a lifetime. We were fucking sharing it.

Finally, he spat out my cock, panting as if he'd just run a marathon. I was worried something was wrong, but his eyes confirmed he was still on fire. He dove forward on top of me, locking lips with me and sticking his tongue halfway down my throat.

God, I loved the feel of him. His raw energy. The friction of our chest hair running together.

In that position, I felt my rock-hard cock jab him behind the balls... but as we ground together, it slid further. To my surprise, I felt it pop out behind him. Holy shit. My spit-slick cock started riding up and down his hairy ass crack.

The sensation hit us both like a thunderbolt. For me, it felt fucking amazing, and completely, totally, unforgivably taboo. Holy fuck. My dick was sliding in the most hidden, most forbidden part of a guy's body. The sexual energy was amazing, but... what the hell? This was wrong. Terrifyingly, amazingly, wonderfully wrong. Time fucking stopped. My senses went into hyperdrive. In the intensity of that moment, I couldn't fucking breathe.

But my response was nothing like Nate's. His look was of... surprise. Of wonder. Awe. And slowly the start of a lop-sided, shell-shocked grin split his face. Everything vanished as new sensations, new possibilities flooded his mind. He started thrusting against me, and Jesus fucking Christ I could feel his hole kissing my dick. Nate had a look that was like... well, shit, if I was a Victorian pulp writer I'd call "rapture."

He continued to rock so my dick ground up and against his hairy crack. Holy fucking shit. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. HOLY! FUCKING! SHIT!

Finally, instinct and raw sexual need finally ripped my mind apart. I don't know if it was exactly what he was thinking, but I didn't care anymore... I need him. FUCKING NOW!

Like a fucking lion unleashed, I fucking let out a roar and violently threw my best friend off me. My mind only on my need, and his hairy ass that had set me on fire. I'd never done anything like this, but instinct drove me on. I roughly rolled him onto his belly, then hoisted his hips up. His hairy ass opened wide before me, entirely at my mercy. In a reedy, thick voice, Nate kept growling, "Fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." I quick ran my finger through my mouth, slobbered on it good, and then rammed it inside him.

"UUUNNNGHGHHH!" Nate's entire body tightened at the intrusion, but after a second he started hissing out his breath, and pushing back against my spit-slick finger. Fuck... he reached back and tried to pull his ass open for me. I pulled back and spat directly on his asshole. I was close enough to catch his scent... musty, musky, and sour. Unlike anything. It was raw. Fucking raw. I started working my spit into his hole with my finger. And started finger-fucking him, roughly. This time his body didn't stiffen, it... rippled. He let out a long rumbling groan that dissolved into a whimpered, "Yeaaaaaaaaaaah."

Fuck. He was into this. He fucking wanted this. A guy--my buddy--was into me playing with his ass. And fucking losing his mind. Yeah, he fucking wanted this. I had never been so hard in my life.

I fucking hacked up some phlegm for lube, spat into my hand, and started slicking up my dick. I spat again onto his hole and worked it in with my finger. No pause, no hesitation, no wellness check-in... I pantingly lined up my cockhead against his hairy pucker, and pushed.

No dice.

I pushed again. Nothing. I gripped my dick and started crudely running it in small circles against his hole. Finally, an opening... the tip juuuust poked through. And then I leaned in and pushed hard.

FUCK. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!

Nate bellowed like a gored bull, in raw pain. It barely registered in my mind, because I broke through and his pucker was giving my dick the fucking embrace of a lifetime. Tighter than any pussy ever. Hotter than fuck. Nate's cry of pain was obliterated by my scream of sexual joy.

Nate's sounds finally cracked into words. "You're so fucking BIG. You're so fucking BIG."

This brought me back to myself, and reminded me of who the guy was below me. I pulled out, bringing a yelp from Nate. I went back to circling his hole with my cock. "Sorry, bud. You ok?"

"I'm good," he hissed back. "But you're so fucking big. Go easy."

"You're ok bud. You're ok. This is gonna feel amazing." God, I hoped it would. "Just... relax. I'm not gonna hurt you. You know I'd never hurt you."

"Just... easy, man. Go easy."

I pushed in again, this time with less violence. I held it there, letting him get used to the massive invader ripping through him. To help him relax, I reached around and started jacking him slowly. I think it was working... his dick had deflated, but in my hands it started to stiffen again.

"God, man, you are so fucking tight. It's fucking unbelievable. So... fucking... tight...." My mind started blurring as the incredible sensations flooded through me. God, it was tight. With white-hot heat. I started making small circles with my hips, and he started loosening. Then he bore down, and the extra pressure caused me to yell sharply. He relaxed and bore down again, and again I involuntarily blasted out something like a battle cry.

Holy fuck, this was the best feeling in the fucking world.

My body took over and I started thrusting, short little bursts at first, but soon becoming deep dives. Nate's body seemed to dissolve, and he started rolling his head from side to side, unleashing a wave of vulgar sounds. Then my dick hit something, and Nate threw back his head with a wild bellow that almost scared me in its intensity. Soon he yelled back, "There! Do it again! THERE! THERETHERETHERE!"

I started pumping in earnest, hitting that spot again and again. Nate lost it. He started slamming his fists onto the floor. He roared in absolute male abandonment. His reaction broke through my last inhibitions, and I hauled off and rammed my cock into him as hard as I could, my hairy balls smashing against his hairy hole.