Extra Innings - 7. Chapter 7

I ran from the frat party as quickly as I could. Part of me really wanted to stay and make a more serious effort at joining one of the fraternities based on them actually liking me instead of Bryce giving me a free place because he’s already in one, but with him having just blown me, I didn’t feel comfortable there and assumed that everyone would know what we just did and would say something to me about it, and that my chances were ruined anyway.

Vincente saw me leave the frat party and decided to walk back to the residences with me. It looked like his night hadn’t gone any better than mine did, if his facial expression was any indication of how he was feeling.

“Hey dude, saw you ditching out early. What’s up with that man, you getting tired of the ladies shutting you down or something?” Vincente said with an intoxicated laugh, not having even the slightest clue how my night had been.

“That’s why you’re leaving too isn’t it? And not, its not just the girls, some of the guys in those houses are too much to deal with as well.”

Vincente was staring at me, like he was trying to figure something out that was confusing him. Suddenly it seemed to dawn on him because he got a really excited look on his face.

“Devin, my man, you hooked up and you’re escaping the scene of the crime! Atta boy dude! Who was the lucky lady?”

He was right in a way; I did hook up, just not with a girl. Of course it wouldn’t have been hard for him to figure it out. I was sweating and probably out of breath from what happened with Bryce, and I was embarrassed to admit my hardon hadn’t entirely gone down yet from the quickie I just got. Vincente started to frown, like he was thinking about something that bothered him.

“Wait… none of the girls were supposed to stop hosting if that was why they were there, and none of the other girls would have had anywhere they could take you. So you musta hooked up with a guy from the house!”

I was getting nervous, knowing that Vincente hadn’t been the most open about gay rights in the time we’d spent together.

“Dude! I thought I told you that we were gonna have problems if you were a queer. What the hell, you got off with some dude and sinned when there was a building full of girls to score with.”

I stopped and turned around to him, anger etched into my face and a scowl that would have terrified smaller children had they seen it.

“Jesus Vincente, will you shut up?” I screamed at him. “I didn’t fuck anyone at all, I’m just done being around the frat people, and I told you enough times that I’m not gay that you should have figured it out by now, but I am NOT GAY. You understand me?”

I was breathing heavily and was beet read in the face by now, facing him and the shocked expression on his face while I panted heavily from yelling at him as loudly as I did. I didn’t expect to be this angry over Vincente being such a jerk about my sexuality, but I figure being angry is what a straight guy would be, and I needed to cover myself up right now.

Vincente put his hands up and stepped away from me, staggering slightly because he was drunk from the party.

“Alright buddy, don’t flip out. Almost beginning to think that those rumours are starting to get under your skin, except I know you’re always this antsy. You gotta learn to settle down and relax, this much stress ain’t good for people.”

“Just shut up Vincente.”

By the time we had gotten back to our room, it was after midnight and I was actually feeling tired on top of everything else from tonight. I didn’t bother saying goodnight to Vincente and just fell asleep as soon as I got my nightly routines taken care of.

The next day was a Saturday, so we thankfully didn’t have any courses that day. When I woke up it was after ten in the morning. I stretched out had a look around the apartment. My head hurt, and I was surprised to see a glass of water and some Advil on my desk, and was incredibly grateful that the window blinds were still closed. I gratefully swallowed down the Advil and water and slowly opened the blinds, signaling the room’s occupants were finally alive again.

I was a bit surprised to see that Vincente wasn’t here. I knew he didn’t have anything tennis related today, though I had an indoor pitching practice later on in the afternoon. I decided to take advantage of the free room to strip down and relieve some of the tension I’d been feeling lately. After checking to make sure the door to the dorm was locked, I got completely naked and laid down on my bed on my back and started exploring my body and gripping my cock tightly.

My circumsized cock responded immediately to my touch and started to harden to its full six and a half inches. I spit on my hand and started to get into a stroking rhythm with my left hand. I had read online somewhere that using your non-dominant hand felt different, almost like someone else was jerking you off, and I wanted to try that for myself. It definitely felt different than I was used to, and it took me awhile to get a good rhythm going with my left hand and to find a way of stroking myself that felt good.

I wasn’t sure if this was something I could get used to, but right now I was too lost in the moment to be worrying about it, I wanted to cum and make sure that I could get through the rest of the week without going crazy. I reached over for my phone and looked through some of the pictures that were stored on it. I knew that there was going to be hell to pay if I ever got caught with some of these, but there was a picture of Alex without his shirt on that I scrolled to and kept close by while I jerked off today.

I was thinking about how long it’d been since I had any chance to do anything with Alex; I didn’t get many chances to jerk off on campus because I shared the room with Vincente, and there weren’t too many other places where I could go where we could trade pics or sext each other. I moaned out loud thinking about his tight ass and his beautiful, thin body. If I closed my eyes I could even begin to convince myself that it was actually Alex who was jerking me off right now instead of it being myself as usual.

I was getting close, and thinking about Alex was getting me really into things, so much that I didn’t hear the door to the apartment open. My eyes were closed and I was completely oblivious to what was happening around me.

“Oh god Alex, you’re making me cum, I’m cumming!” I shouted into what I thought was an empty room.

When I opened my eyes again, Vincente was looking right at me, torn between being disgusted that he caught someone masturbating and very, very curious about who Alex was. I could tell that he had something to say, but I cut him off by grabbing a towel and running to the showers as quickly as I could to get away from him.

I wasn’t too worried leaving him alone in our room, I knew my phone would have gone to sleep by now and that he doesn’t know the password for my phone, so he wouldn’t be able to see the pictures of Alex and figure out that I wasn’t totally straight. While I was showering to clean myself off, I tried to figure out what I was going to say to Vincente, since I was absolutely sure that he was going to start asking me questions about who Alex was, and that was going to end badly for me for sure.

I liked being around Vincente, and whenever we did get a few moments to hang out with each other in the room everything was always kept intentionally pretty chill and relaxed between us. I didn’t like the idea of more drama in my life, and he seemed to be pretty level-headed. But this homophobia he had going on was going to be a problem, and I couldn’t just hide here in the shower forever, I had to start thinking of what to do when I got back.

Still, I’m already in the shower soaking wet, I may as well actually have a shower since I haven’t taken one today and I’m wasting water otherwise. I reached down to grab m shampoo and poured a liberal dose into my hand, which I then rubbed into my hair. Feeling the heat of the water on my back helped soothe some of my tension, and I let my hair soak while I grabbed the increasingly small bar of soap that I’d brought with me from home. When I went home for Thanksgiving I was going to have to stock up again, since this was more like washing myself with my hand than with an actual bar of soap.

I spent extra time washing my chest, since I was covered in cum and needed to wash all of that away before I got back to my room. My soapy fingers ran themselves through my coarse pubic hair as well. Of course the water was pushing all of the cum into my pubes, which were a sticky mess to deal with now. I pressed the soap into my chest and rubbed myself down vigorously, hoping that it would be enough to dislodge everything and also to hopefully trickle down and get the cum out of my crotch as well.

When I felt I was clean enough and that Vincente had calmed down enough to have a rational conversation with me, I switched off the water, dried myself with the towel and got dressed into my jeans for the day. As expected, Vincente was waiting for me in the room with a scowl on his face, but he didn’t look like he was going to go berserk and start a fight or anything, which was an improvement over twenty minutes ago.

“Who’s Alex?” Vincente asked, not even bothering to wait until I was sitting down. I replied right away with the answer I’d been rehearsing all through my shower.

“She’s my girlfriend from back home. That’s why I haven’t been looking for anyone here. Home’s only a couple hours away driving, so I try to keep in touch and I’ll see her over the breaks. Don’t wanna mess things up by messing around on campus, you know that never works out for anyone.”

Vincente narrowed his eyes at me even further, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he got up from where he was sitting at his desk and left the room with his tennis stuff. He didn’t have a practice or game today as far as I knew, so it looked like he was going to the courts on his own to vent some steam. That’s fine, better than the alternative like how Parker beat the hell out of me last spring.

Now that I was fully awake and having relieved myself for the time being, I went down to the dining hall to get some lunch going before my next baseball practice. I hadn’t eaten anything since the night before, and I was pretty hungry by the time I was being served the soup and sandwich of the day. It wasn’t as much as I was hoping for, but because it’s a weekend there wasn’t as much demand for campus food; most people went off campus to explore a bit of the city on weekends when they had more time to do so. Of course, with my baseball schedule and school work there wasn’t as much time for me as some of the students who didn’t play sports as well.

I ate my lunch quickly and headed back up to my room to grab my baseball stuff. I wasn’t sure whether it was a full team practice or just for the pitchers and catchers, so I brought everything with me and if I didn’t need some of it that’d be fine, better than not having something I’d need.

Once everything was packed in I slung my bag over my shoulder and started the walk over to the stadium. This was going to be something I’d have to start getting used to. The ten minute walk wasn’t so bad right now, but I’m sure at the end of a long game or practice it would be exactly the sort of thing I wouldn’t want to have to deal with.

The stadium didn’t have its lights on, but I imagined that the stadium would look spectacular with the contrast between the bright lights and the black air surrounding it during night games. I walked on into the home locker room and found a few of the guys already there and starting to get changed for practice. Most of the guys who saw me nodded to acknowledge they saw me and went back to what they were doing.

When I got into the locker room I noticed something new was waiting for us all. Every single member of the team had been assigned a locker and booth for everyone who made the team. Everyone’s locker had a nameplate on it, signifying that it was theirs and this was at least a semi-permanent position for them now. I walked over to mine and found that I couldn’t open it. One of the guys on the team saw me working on the door and called out.

“Don’t worry about it Devin, no one else can open theirs either. Coach probably has the keys and will give them to us later on.”

I nodded and left the door alone and started changing into my uniform. We still didn’t have our jerseys, but it was only a matter of time until that happened. It definitely looked like a full team practice now that the locker room was filling up. Just as I was getting my baseball pants on, Bryce walked in fully changed and ready to go.

“Coach says that everyone should wait here until he gets here. He’ll be here in a few minutes, so we all just need to sit tight until he gets here with the assistants.”

Everyone was fully changed and waiting around the locker room for the coaches to arrive. Bryce made his way over to me while everyone waited or paced around the room.

“Stay here after practice’ Bryce whispered to me just as the locker room door opened up again.

All three of the coaches walked in, each of them holding a small container.

“Gentlemen” Coach Finnegan began. “You’re here because you’ve formally made the team. The tryouts are over and you all managed to make it. Because you’re all members of the team, we’ve decided you should start looking like a team.”

Coach Finnegan gestured to the containers each of them were holding.

“The assistant coaches and I have the keys to your lockers. Wait by your locker and we will give you your key for the year. You’ll keep that key until the end of the year or until you get cut from the team, whichever happens first.”

Bryce walked back to his locker on the other side of the room, and I waited for one of the coaches to come see me and give me my key. It was the pitching coach that eventually came over to see me. I’m pretty sure his name was Caleb and that he was a recent graduate from Whitman.

“Congratulations Devin, you really impressed us with your perseverance during the tryouts, and we think that you’re going to develop well over the next few years. Don’t let us down.”

As Caleb gave me my locker key, I felt self-conscious about what he had said, that I had been pegged to be a developing player for the team. I wondered if that meant I would mostly be on the bench this year or if I’d actually get to have much playing time. Either way, it was nice just to make the team and achieve a personal goal, even if I wasn’t sure I’d be playing much this year.

I opened the locker door and gasped. Inside was my new team jersey. The blue and yellow jersey came with a matching cap, both of which had the Whitman logo and designs on them. This was real now. I made the Whitman College baseball team, and in my freshman year at the college too. When I got back to the dorm I’ll have to phone Dad and Alex to let them know I’d made it.

I changed into my new uniform and smiled. I could tell that this was going to be a good year of baseball for me. I felt a lot more comfortable with my new team, though I hadn’t yet figured out if I was going to come out to them since I hadn’t yet told my roommate, and I wasn’t sure I’d tell him either.

Everyone started to file out of the locker room and head to the field. As one of the pitchers, I was supposed to help pitch for the batting practice we were all having, instead of having Caleb do all the work. This had an added benefit for everyone to get a chance to play in things similar to game situations, and in particular it gave us pitchers a chance to get used to our catchers, not that I needed too much time having Bryce look me over all day.

The practice was actually much more gruelling than I thought it would be. After going through the whole team for batting practice, we worked on speed drills on the bases and a few plays for the fielders; it was mostly just positioning and knowing where the cut-offs should be for any given play, considering where the runners would likely be. For us pitchers, there was a lot of running around to do to cover where the throw would be going. Coach wanted everyone to be moving once the ball was in play, whether that was to cover someone else or to make the actual play, no one should be standing still. Near the end of the practice I was running off the mound to go cover a play at third base when I tripped and tumbled to the ground. I wasn’t hurt, just shaken up a bit and I was relieved when the coaches said that we were done for the day.

Everyone was more than grateful when the coaches finally told us to go shower and get out of the stadium three hours after the marathon practice began. By now the feeling of excitement for making the team was gone, and I was left with the realization that most of our practices were going to be just as exhausting in the future.

We had the luxury of using the showers inside the stadium now, so I was looking forward to getting cleaned off here instead of having to walk back to the residence to shower there with all the other people who lived on my floor; being in the locker room was slightly less full of people, and at least I knew everyone on the team and didn’t have to worry too much about the cleanliness of the facilities.

I grabbed my shower stuff and found a shower head I could use; we were using one of the communal shower styles, so there wasn’t any point trying to hide anything since we could all see each other. I know it made more sense but this school really had a thing against privacy while showering, I was going to just have to get used to this since it wasn’t like I was going to be able to escape it at any point in the near future.

While I was showering and cleaning myself up I thought about what Bryce wanted and why he asked me to stay behind after everyone else left. I did say that I’d wait behind so I took my time showering. No one paid me any mind, I took a bad fall near the end of practice so everyone must have thought I was moving a bit more slowly because of my fall and that I was more sore than I had let on during the practice itself. I didn’t mind them thinking that, definitely a better reason than because I wanted to stay behind to be in private with the team catcher.

Speaking of Bryce, there he was, right in my face in the shower next to me barely even trying to conceal the fact that he was talking to me while he soaped up his dick.

“Nice plays out there Devin, you’re looking really sharp. I’m getting really excited to have you on the team this year, I’m sure we’re going to work really well together.” Bryce said nonchalantly, sounding as though he was just talking about the practice.

I couldn’t believe how direct he was being, there was a lot there that could have a hidden meaning for me to think about, and I hoped that no one else was picking up on what Bryce was saying and could figure out that he and I had already hooked up a couple of times in the past few weeks. I didn’t want to be outed quite like that, and the last thing I wanted were more rumours to be floating around while Vincente was off on his little rant that I was gay.

I let the hot water run down my neck and back while the rest of the team started to finish their showers and get dried and dressed. Now that I had all this hot water to myself, I found that I actually did need to let my muscles relax under the needling barrage of hot water droplets on my skin. It wasn’t the same as a hot tub jet or a real massage, but it felt good just the same and I wasn’t eager for it to end. I closed my eyes and let the room fade away from me. While I couldn’t see, I could hear everyone much more clearly and the guys were in good spirits, everyone was thrilled to officially be on the team and were excited for how we were going to do this year.

The voices of my teammates started to fade away until the only sound left was the sound of the water running onto the floor of the shower area. I turned the water off and started to towel myself dry, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Bryce would still be waiting for me in the locker room. Still dripping water from my body, I walked from the shower area into the main changing area of the locker room, not worrying about damaging the flooring or carpeting.

Bryce was there, half-dressed and just looking at me with a thoughtful expression on his face when he came into view. It was clear that Bryce was bothered by whatever was on his mind, and I was pretty sure that it had something to do with him asking me to stay behind today. That probably meant it had something to do with the frat party and him giving me a blowjob.

“Hey.” He said quietly, giving me no idea about how he was feeling or what this was about.

“Hey yourself Bryce. You said you wanted me to stay after practice, what’s going on?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to get you alone Devin. I know you enjoyed the other night at the House, and since we’re the only ones here we can have another round of fun.”

Bryce walked towards me and I stepped aside, thinking about what this would all mean. Bryce had a point before that he was here, and Alex was back home. Now that I was here in college, I was realizing that Alex and I didn’t have too much in common other than being the only two non-heterosexual guys in Colfax. I loved him, but it felt like we didn’t really understand each other.

Then there’s Bryce, who’s clearly into me and I have to admit he’s sort of cool when he’s not trying to fuck me. We have the same classes and like the same sports, and if I want to see him he’s a five minute walk away instead of a three hour drive home. I’d be cheating with Alex to do anything with Bryce again, but I don’t think it matters whether I cheat once or more than that, I’ve already done it and can’t take it back… and I really needed to have some urges taken care of.

“What do you really want Bryce? I’m dating someone, you know that. You’re putting me in a bad spot here, so what do you really want?”

Bryce looked at me and smiled. “I want you to think about us. But right now I want us to fuck.”

Bryce reached out and pulled me over to him, pulling our bodies together and kissing me deeply. The friction of our bodies pushing together undid the towel wrapped around my hips, the only thing holding it up was the fact that I was still pressed against Bryce. I wrapped my arms around him and returned the kiss, reaching to feel the muscles of his back and shoulders.

We broke the kiss and stepped apart from each other, searching each other’s faces to see if this is what we really wanted. My towel fell away and Bryce responded by feasting on my cock with his eyes. Bryce closed the distance between us and I reached for his shorts, pulling them down and grasping his dick and balls in my hands.

Bryce moaned and snaked his hands down my chest and stroked my hardening length. Something dripped from the head of my cock; I wasn’t sure if it was precum or water, but the feeling of something oozing off of my hardening dick made me groan with pleasure. We both slid our hands over the other’s hard pricks, enjoying the sensation of having wet and dry flesh meet.

I pulled Bryce back towards the shower and turned on one of the shower heads, leaving his shorts behind and soaking us both. The water cascading down our bodies made our masturbation even more pleasurable as we were able to more easily glide our hands over the heads of our cocks.

I felt one of his hands come off my throbbing erection and reach around to clasp my ass. The hand started to wander, squeezing and massaging as it worked its way closer to my hole. My own right hand did the same thing, taking special care to massage and play with the ring of muscle separating me from my real prize.

“Ohh yeah, that’s good, more. Please more.” I was unsure who said that, if the words were from my own mouth or Bryce, or even if they were just in my head. We both responded and pressed our fingers more insistently at each other’s opening. The water helped to relax us, but I was still too tense and Bryce wasn’t letting me in either.

We pulled away from each other while I went back to my bag to grab the soap I had been using. I lathered up both mine and Bryce’s asses with the soap and we both went back to slowly penetrating each other with our calloused fingers. I clenched down tight and stifled a grunt of pain as he first entered me, but slowly began to relax as I felt his finger slowly slide past my ring and the muscles relaxed around my ass.

I felt Bryce pull himself off of my finger and step behind me, pushing me so that I was facing the shower wall. I bent over slightly in order to let the water drain down my back instead of on my face, and Bryce took that as an invitation to go further. I felt something thicker than his original finger penetrate into me and I gasped as I felt the intrusion into my gut.

“Shhhh baby, just a couple fingers. I’m not fucking you… yet.” Bryce whispered in my ears as he scissored his fingers, causing my knees to buckle from under me. “Ooooh, look at you Devin, you really like that don’t you?”

Bryce started to speed up the pace of his thrusts with my finger until he was pushing hard and deep into my ass. I was bending over further to try and push back, and I was nearly bent over in half by the time he pulled out of me. A few seconds later he pushed back into me and I knew without a doubt that he was fucking me with his cock now.

Bryce grabbed onto my shoulders and quickly got into a rhythm thrusting into me while also pulling me in deeper onto his cock. Every few thrusts he would reach down to spank my ass, not even trying to be quiet as he knew that no one was around to hear us. As he started getting close to his own orgasm, I felt my own cock and was surprised to feel that I was hard through his fucking.

When Bryce started to cum he pulled my head back and bit down hard on my neck. I knew he was leaving a hickey and just moaned the whole time. I was still hard when he pulled out, and he seemed relaxed so I started fingering him again while soaping up my hard cock. I pushed Bryce down onto his hands and knees and knelt behind him, lining up my rock hard cock with his entrance and pushed forward.

Bryce’s ass gave a little bit of resistance and then he caved in, letting me slide right to the very end of my cock. The smooth tunnel felt tight against my cock, and I rested a moment to enjoy the sensation of being balls deep in Bryce immediately after being fucked by him. I pulled out most of the way and started giving Bryce short little thrusts into him, angling my cock to strike different places when I pushed back in.

This time I became the vocal one, egging on my new bottom. “You feel amazing, bet you love having me fuck you don’t you Bryce.”

My movements inside his ass became deeper but no slower as I started to push into him with abandon. My cock was being squeezed and it was a sweet torment to feel myself pushing and stretching the hole surrounding my prick. Eventually I pulled out and jerked myself off, making sure to cum all over Bryce’s back.

“That was great Bryce, pretty good idea for us to come down here and fuck after practice. But don’t be thinking that it means we’re going to date or anything, we both just needed a hand right now.” I said to him, not worried about who might overhear since no one should be around.

I heard a noise at the door and caught a glimpse of someone sprinting out of the locker room.