Encounters At College Baseball Stadium

Another Saturday night with nothing to do. "God!, Why is life so boring?"

"Hey" I thought, "the college baseball season starts this weekend. I'll take a walk over there, at least I can have the pleasure of looking around; scan the crowd for something nice."

I walked over to the baseball stadium, and went inside. "WOW!" it was better than I had hoped for, half the crowd was made up of boys between 12 and 18. I walked around for a while, just looking, like a child loose in a candy store. Many of the boys spent very little time actually watching the game. It was just an excuse to see their friends and get away from their parents for a few hours, most of them came alone or with friends. I sat down to watch a few innings of the game, still scanning the crowd to see what it offered. I noticed one boy sitting alone about 10 seats away from me and a row behind. He was wearing a Mets cap on his head. He was cute. He looked like he was about 14; skinny, lanky almost, but not very tall. He had a plump round face that still dripped with baby fat. He didn't smile, he didn't frown, he just sat there. I looked over at him a few more times, noticing a couple of times that he seemed to have been looking back at me, but quickly turned away when I looked. I moved my head so that I was able to keep an eye on him without his being able to tell. Soon he looked at me again. Without moving my head, I just gave him a little smile. When he did not look away I tuned my head to face him and smiled again. This time his face broke a smile for the first time. We exchanged glances for a few minutes, then he got up and walked down the aisle and towards the concession area. I figured he was getting a coke or a hot dog or something.

I got tired of waiting for him to return, and got up to go to the bathroom. I walked out under the stands and went into the bathroom. I was the only one in the bathroom which was lucky for me because I really had to piss, and I always seem to get a hard-on when the bathroom is filled with teens exposing themselves. Go figure! I went to the urinal farthest from the door, unzipped my jeans. No sooner had I gotten it out, then the boy who had been looking at me entered the bathroom. I looked toward the door and saw him looking at me with a weak smile on his face. He walked over, and although none of the other urinals were occupied, stood at the one next to me. He was wearing gray sweat style shorts, a Marlin's shirt and sneakers. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he tugged down the front of his shorts. As most boys that age, he moved very close to the urinal so that no one could "see in." I gave a little chuckle when I saw this, especially when I noticed his quick glances down and toward my side. I also noticed that like me, there was no sound of water on water coming from his direction. I looked straight into his big brown eyes and smiled again.

His mouth took on a crooked grin as he moved back slightly from the urinal, revealing to me his beautiful young dick. It was nice looking and fully erect, it seemed a bit too big for his small body. It was surrounded by a generous smattering of dark brown hair. He flashed a big smile and glanced back down toward my mid-section. I rotated my body slightly toward him to give him a better view of my dick, which was by now as hard as his. He looked up at me, smiled, and then looked back down. I saw his tongue slide across his lips.

A roar rose from the crowd, then a groan, then the door to the bathroom swung open and the between inning rush entered. I quickly zipped up and walked toward the door. I glanced back and saw that he had followed me. I gave a little crook of my head to signal him that it was OK to follow me and went back to my seat. He followed and sat two seats away from me. "It's OK," I said, and patted the seat between us. Without lifting his butt off the seats, he slid from one to the other, and was now right next to me.

"Good game," I said, looking over at him.

"Yeah." he answered.

"I'm Doug." I said as I extended my hand toward him.

"My name is Adam"

He touched my hand for the first time and I felt a rush through my body. His hand was soft and warm, and a bit sweaty, and it trembled a bit from his nervousness. He had a firm grip though. We shook hands, but he did not immediately release his grip. I gave another squeeze and flashed my best smile at him. He smiled back, and as he released his grip he ran his index finger across my palm.

"Do you come to alot of games?" I asked

"Yeah, I love Baseball and I live only a few blocks from the campus, so "I can just walk over any time."

"Do you play at all?"

"I like to play, but I'm kinda small for my age so I wouldn't be able to make the team at school."

"How old are you?"

"Im old enough. How about you?"

He chuckled and answered "I'm twenty -one.". "I'm a junior here."

A roar rose from the crowd. It was the ninth inning and the game was tied 2-2. It was our turn at bat. The first batter grounded out to the shortstop. The next batter singled through the middle and stole second. The throw from the catcher was good but he was safe.

"Do you live on campus?"

"Yes, I'm a Resident Assistant in one of the dorms."

"Do you like it?"

"It's OK, but it's kinda hard to be friends with the guys and still maintain any authority over them, so pretty much they do whatever they want.

"What about your roommates?"

"I don't have any. R.A's get a single automatically."

"Cool." He said, and looked at me with a bit of a grin on his face. He was adorable, his cheeks round and plump, his deep brown eyes bright and gleaming. He had smooth flawless skin, only slightly tanned despite the year long exposure to the Florida sun.

The crowd roared again as with two outs and a runner on third, the batter snuck a single between third and short to win the game 3-2.

I turned to Adam and stuck my hand up for a "High-five." He slapped my hand and then threw his arms around me like he had known me all his life, and started jumping up and down in the excitement of the victory. Ahhh, the beauty of baseball. I put my hand on his head and mussed his hair a bit as he continued to jump in excitement.

"What a game!" he said

"Yeah! Hey, I'm gonna get some ice cream, you want some?"

"Sure."

We walked to the ice cream shop near the stadium and ordered. He got one scoop chocolate and one scoop vanilla. I got one scoop vanilla and one scoop chocolate.

"Hey, your ice cream cone is upside-down." I said

He smiled and we laughed for a minute, then he looked at me with the same look that he had had in the bathroom. It was crowded in the store and he was pushed closer to me. He pressed up against me and ran his hand across my back. I mussed his hair again.

"What time is it?" he asked

"It's only 10:15, it was a short game."

"Good! I don't have to be home till 12:30"

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"Can I see your room? I've never been in the dorms."

"O.K., sure."

We walked back across campus toward my dorm. He told me that he was in 10th grade at the High School run by our university for gifted students. He said that his best subjects were Science and History.

We got to my room. As I opened the door one of my residents walked by and started talking to me. I told Adam to make himself at home and just wait for me. When I got into the room he was just looking around at everything.

"Turn on the T.V. if you want to." I said.

He turned it on and flipped through the channels. He stopped when he got to a Billy Joel video on VH-1.

"I think he's the greatest." Adam said.

I laughed and flipped open the cover to my CD storage unit to show him all of Billy's albums neatly organized inside. He walked over to get a closer look. As he got close he bumped into me. He did not back away, but just kept contact.

"Wanna put one in?" I asked.

"Sure. How about The Stranger." He said.

I started the disc and sat down on the bed, turning the T.V. off with the remote. He came over and sat right next to me, almost touching my side. I placed my hand on his shoulder and asked what he wanted to talk about. He didn't answer, but nervously placed his open hand on my leg. He looked up at me with a nervous smile, then back down at his hand on my leg. I moved my hand across his back to his far shoulder and pulled him against me. He turned his head and rested it against my chest. He sighed softly. I moved my hand down to his back and ran it slowly back and forth across and in circles, occasionally moving to his neck and the back of his soft hair. He placed his arm around me and squeezed softly. His T-shirt wasn't tucked in so I started rubbing his back under his shirt. His skin was warm and soft. I could feel that his back muscles were very stiff.

"Is everything O.K.?" I asked.

"Yeah, it feels good." He answered in a shaky voice.

"Are you nervous?"

"A little bit, I never felt this way before."

"Have you ever done anything with any of your friends?" I asked.

"No. None of them know how I feel."

"How do you feel?"

"Right now, really good."

I put my arms around him and hugged him close to me. He put his arms around me and squeezed back. He was surprisingly powerful for his frail looking build. I looked into his eyes and our lips came together.

It was a clumsy kiss, me being no more experienced than he was. I was just as nervous and excited as he was. He pushed his tongue between my lips and I did the same. I was in pure heaven. We fell into a lying position on the bed and held our embrace for what felt like forever. When our lips parted he looked into my eyes and just kept grinning, his arms still wrapped tightly around me.

I placed a hand on his chest under his shirt ands ran it slowly down his upper body. I reached his waist and kept going. I moved my hand to cover the bulge tenting the front of his sweats. As I touched him through his sweats I felt him shiver and his muscles tensed and then relaxed. He was hard as a rock. He placed his hand on my cheek and ran it down my face to my chest and under my shirt. He moved his hands up and explored my whole chest, running his fingers over my nipples and in my belly button.

I sat up and reached over to take off his shirt. He stopped me.

"You first."

"O.K. go ahead." I answered, holding my arms above my head.

He reached over and slowly pulled my shirt up over my head and ran his hand over my smooth chest again. He then started fumbling with my belt. After a few seconds he got it open, then unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them. I stood up so he could lower them. I stepped out of them. I was totally hard, and the head of my cock was peeking out above the waistband of my briefs. He moved his hand toward it and touched it tentatively with one finger.

I reached over again and lifted his shirt over his head. His chest was not yet fully developed and you could count his ribs. His body was completely smooth and lightly tanned. I ran my hands down his chest and under the waist of his sweats, pulling them down. He lifted his hips and allowed me to remove them. He let out an embarrassed giggle as he noticed that his erect penis was sticking out through the fly of his NFL boxers. It was beautifully formed, smooth, and uniform in its pink color; long and skinny with a round plump head. I took his hand and placed it on his own dick. He started stroking it slowly.

"Do you jerk off alot?" I asked.

His face flushed bright red. "Do you?" He asked

"Almost every day since I was 14."

"Me too."

"What do you think about when you do it?"

"Guys in my class or on TV." He said

"Have you ever seen any of them naked?"

"No. There's no time for showers after gym, that's part of the reason I wish I were on the baseball team."

"What do you want to do?" I asked

"I just want to look at you for a minute." He said.

He reached over and tugged at my briefs. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. He looked up and down, spending extra time staring at my hard cock. I took his hands and pulled him to a standing position, then removed his boxers. We hugged again. His hard cock felt warm pressing against mine as we embraced. I sat him down on the bed and took his hand and wrapped it around my cock. Hew moved it slowly back and forth.

"It's so thick." He said.

I smiled at him and ran my fingers through his hair. His hands were soft and gentle. He slid his hand down and cupped my balls, running his hand along them.

I lay back next to him and looked him over from top to bottom. His short light brown hair, his bright eyes, soft lips, smooth chest. His cock was skinny and about 6 1/2 inches long. He had a thin coating of hair above it, but his balls were practically hairless. his legs were covered by a thin coating of light hair and were quite well developed.

I placed my palm on the underside of his cock and slid it along the entire length. He groaned softly. I leaned over and kissed his lips, then neck, chest, belly, then ran the tip of my tongue along his dick. I started licking up the length of it again and felt his body stiffen and his cock begin to pulse. His cum shot in six blasts reaching almost to his neck. He let out a soft moan and ran his hand through my hair. I got up and got a towel and cleaned him off, squeezing the last drops of his juice out of the top of his softening cock.

He sighed, "That felt as good as I ever felt, better than doing it

myself."

I smiled at him and kissed him again.

"Would you like to help me out now?" I asked

"I don't know what to do." he said

"Just do what feels natural; like you do your own. I'll let you

know if anything hurts."

"OK"

He placed his palm under the end of my dick and lowered his head to it. He examined it slowly and carefully, looking from every angle, obviously enjoying his first close up examination of another boys cock.

"It feels like mine, only thicker." he said.

I could see his cock hardening again.

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