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But first, a little bit about me. I am 6'6", 215 pounds of solid muscle, dark hair and soft brown eyes. I was the starting power forward on the school's basketball team, although that never did lead to any exploits it did keep me in shape. At 19 I was the typical ball of hormones and the college living arrangement didn't always allow for all of the relief I needed. Thankfully my roommate spent most weekends away from campus, which gave me freedom to watch porn and jack off. It was on one of these roommate-free weekends that I was treated to my first taste of baseball player.

As I mentioned earlier the school was remodeling our athletic facilities, which meant that visiting baseball teams were forced to use the community showers in the bathrooms in my dorm. On Saturday afternoon I just happened to be cleaning up from an afternoon relief session when the visiting team came in. I was just finishing up as they stormed in and started undressing. I waited around as long as I could without being obvious but only caught a couple looks at jockstrap-clad studs before looking. I made eye contact with one guy but it was very brief as the place was packed with sweaty bodies. Fortunately the team would be playing a third and final game the next day and I made plans to time my shower a little better. I also planned on saving up my energy and didn't jack off that night or the following morning.

On the following day I went to watch our pathetic baseball team struggle against the visitors. The guy that I made eye contact with the day before was a relief pitcher and I felt stirring in my groin as I watched him warm up in the team's bullpen. With the start of the bottom of the ninth I started back to my dorm. I was just putting on my bathrobe as the team bus pulled up outside my dorm. I proceeded to the shower and after getting the temperature right, jumped in my favorite stall (the furthest one from the door). I was just grabbing my shampoo when the studs walked in, celebrating their victory and preparing to clean-up. As I started to rinse the shampoo from my hair I heard someone pull my shower curtain pull back a bit. You guessed it, it was my favorite relief pitcher.

"Hey man, can I bum some shampoo?" he asked. "We have an 8 hour ride home and it will drive me crazy if I can't wash my hear before I get home."

I gladly bent down to retrieve the shampoo from the floor of the shower and was excited to notice his eyes drift down to my ass. After another knowing glance he got in the shower opposite of mine and started to clean up. He left the curtain open just a bit and I could clearly see him stroking his cock. I finished my shower and wrapped my towel around my waist to conceal my growing monster. I stepped over to the shower opposite mine and told my friend, "Just bring the shampoo by my room when you're done with it. I'm in room 114."

"Great. I'll be done in a sec," was his reply.

As I left the roomful of testosterone dripping, barely dressed studs it was all I could do to keep my dick in check. As I got into my room I dropped my towel and jumped into my bunk bed (bottom of course). About 30 seconds later a knock at my door alerted me to the arrival of my pitcher stud. He hesitantly opened the door and stepped in, clad only in a towel and still dripping from his shower. He sat the shampoo on my desk and quickly dropped the clothes he was carrying onto the floor by the door.

His towel soon found a place on the floor near his clothes. I leaned over in my bed to meet his cock as he approached. While only about 7" long and slightly above average thickness, his cock was just right for me. After just a few minutes of sucking he was dripping and hard enough to drive nails. Knowing we didn't have time for a prolonged encounter, I pushed him back and slid out of my confining bed. He moved behind me as I got down on all fours - we both wanted the same thing. His saliva-slickened member slid smoothly into my ass and I moaned with pleasure.

He immediately began fucking me with long smooth strokes and judging by the moans escaping his mouth, I guessed he wouldn't last too long. He continued working his member in and out while he leaned over and began to lick the back of my left ear. He began to pant as his strokes became more forceful and abrupt. He slammed home a couple more times before pulling out and shooting his hot load on my back. He bent over and started licking up his goo off of my back as I jacked my cock twice and shot my wad on the carpet. As he licked the last of his load from my back I rolled over and guided his still-dripping cock to my hungry mouth. I quickly cleaned the sweet mixture of cum and ass juice from his rod before he jumped into his pants, threw on his t-shirt, and slid into his sandals. I never even got his name.

To my disappointment the renovations of the locker room at the athletic center were soon finished. I was also disappointed when I went to watch the same team the following year only to learn that the star reliever had graduated and was pitching somewhere in the minor leagues. God I'd love to be his full-time catcher.

Authors note - this was my first attempt at writing a story for one of these sites. Please let me know what you think of it - houstorywriter@yahoo.com - if you like it I'll put some more of my experiences on here.