Page 29 of Saved By the Pitcher

James looked down at the floor, almost too embarrassed to maintain eye contact. “Thanks.”

“No. Thank you,” Mike said. “I’ve seen lots of guys shower after a game, and it was never, ever interesting to me. You are nothing like them. You’re so beautiful.”

Mike pulled him into an embrace. James gazed into Mike’s eyes and saw nothing but affection and admiration. James felt more emotional about the intimacy than he had with recent partners—nobody had looked at him with that warmth since his last boyfriend. It was the connection he longed for but knew he had to deny himself. He tried to remember that this was just sex. Mike lifted James’ chin and began to kiss him deeply.

“Want to go to the bedroom?” James asked after pulling away from Mike.

“Please,” Mike whispered. He figured the hardness in his pants pressing against the monster jutting against James’ towel would have made it obvious.

Once in the bedroom, Mike turned James to face him again, pulling him into a wetter, more passionate kiss. They used their tongues to taste their mouths and their hands to explore each other’s bodies. Mike broke away long enough to blink his eyes at the towel James was wearing. “May I?”

James nodded, allowing Mike to uncinch the cloth and let it fall to the floor. Mike then pushed James until the back of his legs hit the side of his bed, causing him to fall onto the mattress. Mike thought he’d come just looking at the incredible man lying before him. James’ arms were outstretched, revealing his somewhat hairy armpits and sculpted biceps. His hard stomach was expanding and retracting with nervous energy. James’ thighs were pressed against the side of the mattress, pushing muscles forward, displaying their impressive girth. His circumcised cock was hard enough to point toward Mike, allowing Mike to appreciate its thickness and wet tip. Mike glanced lower, turned on by the sight of James’ sexy balls hanging over the side of the mattress.

“Are you going to join me?” James asked him.

“Holy shit, James. I knew you’d be hot, but…your beauty could make me cry.” Mike gasped.

James smiled shyly. “Um, thanks. Can I see you now?”

Mike didn’t want to seem like a pervert, just ogling the naked man before him. He unbuttoned and removed his shirt, made quick work of his trousers then ripped off his socks. When it came time to push down his boxer-briefs, he took another look at James’ member and wondered anew if he would be desirable enough. Closing his eyes, he shoved the garment down his legs and off his feet, standing up straight so James could scrutinize him.

“Mike. You’re perfect,” James whispered.

Mike emitted a nervous laugh. “You don’t have to say that. That dick is perfect,” he noted, pointing at James’ crotch.

Mike thought James’ face looked like it had saddened a bit. “Come here, Mike. Please…lie down with me. I’ll prove to you that I love everything about you, including that beautiful cock.”

James scooched back on the mattress so he was no longer half hanging off it, holding out his hand to help pull Mike down next to him. Mike climbed onto the mattress and pulled James into a full-body embrace. They kissed for several minutes. After a bit, they started exploring each other’s torsos, chests, bellies and hips. They intertwined their legs, rubbing them together, and started to grind against each other. Mike reached over James’ hip and started to massage a muscular butt cheek, encouraging James to do the same to him.

“James, remember that I said I wouldn’t lie to you again. So, believe me when I tell you that you are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen,” Mike said in awe.

James did his gesture where he pulled his head back with a disbelieving look, but then grinned. “Okay.”

Mike frowned. “I mean it.” He kissed James’ nose then brushed his lips with his fingers. “Can I see the back of you?”

“Didn’t you already see everything when I took a shower?” James asked, somewhat amused.

The corner of Mike’s lip turned up. “Um, not everything. You know what I mean.”

James seemed uncertain. “You sure you’re ready for that? You’re moving kind of fast, first-timer.”

Mike was surprised by the question. “James, I just came out. It doesn’t mean I haven’t been bisexual since puberty. I’ve looked at enough gay porn over the years to have kept half the industry in business.”

James chuckled. “Geez, no wonder you’re so into watching. It’s all you’ve done.”

Mike shrugged. “Maybe. So, can I?”

James raised an eyebrow like he was preparing for a challenge. “Are you going to let me look at all of you? You aren’t the only one who’s fantasized about the other, and all of his private places.”

Mike grinned. “Have you thought about me showing you my junk and my butt since we did the video chat? How many times have you stroked yourself picturing me?”

“Shut up.” James laughed. “Why doesn’t anyone respect my privacy?”

Mike leaned in to kiss James and affected an apologetic expression, though insincere. “Okay, you don’t have to tell me. But keeping your hole private is not negotiable. I’ve thought about it too much.”

James didn’t seem to know what to make of Mike. “God, you aren’t shy about any of this, are you? Who would have thought I’d be the one… Okay, fine. But you’re going first for a change since you don’t seem to have any jitters. Lie down on your stomach. I’ll give you a massage.”

Mike smiled and rolled over on his stomach. James climbed over him and spread Mike’s legs so he could kneel in between them. Mike was surprised that James knew what he was doing from a therapeutic perspective—the massage was like what he’d received from the team trainer when he was with the Yankees. Well, except the trainer didn’t whisper how handsome he was like James was doing, or press kisses into Mike’s back.