Page 31 of Saved By the Pitcher

James was making small cries, arousing Mike even more. He started to tongue-fuck James’ opening, then reached under James’ scrotum to find the hard, pulsing dick. Mike started to stroke James as he continued his oral administrations on him. Within a few moments, James was bucking and whimpering, then shooting a hot load of semen onto Mike’s hand and onto the bed sheets. James’ spurting continued through a few more spasms, and Mike never stopped licking James’ entrance through his orgasm.

Once he knew James was spent, Mike gave multiple little kisses to James’ buttocks and back. He lowered James back down onto the mattress and pressed his body on top of him.

“Did I do better on the retry?” Mike asked.

James sighed. “Quick learner. Head of the class.”

“So, the town with the weird fairs had schools with Rimming 101 classes, too? Wish I had grown up there.” This time, James did chuckle a bit, which brought a grin to Mike’s face. “That was so fucking hot. I loved it. You’re amazing, James. I could kiss and lick you all day.”

James smiled. “I don’t think my body could take it.”

“Yeah? So, I did good? You aren’t just being nice?” Mike asked.

James maneuvered out from under Mike and rearranged their bodies so Mike was lying on the front of James. “Hey, I couldn’t fake an orgasm like that. Besides, even if it hadn’t been spectacular, which it was, I’m not that shallow. I’m here with you because I like you. The fact that you’re the most incredible-looking creature on two legs and can use your tongue like a pussy-eating ninja are just added bonuses. Okay?”

Mike laughed. “But not the most incredible-looking creature period? You mean there are four-legged animals you find prettier?”

“Shut up,” James joked, pulling Mike into a kiss while Mike’s still hard dick pressed against his softening one. “And it’s your turn.”

* * * *

James had been so impressed with Mike’s maneuvers that he had mimicked them step-by-step, causing Mike to spasm and shoot his cum like bullets from a semi-automatic. Once they both collapsed onto their shared mess, they decided a shower was needed. Though their sexual urgency had dissipated, the enjoyment from touching and gazing upon each other’s bodies hadn’t. It wasn’t until the water started to cool that they felt compelled to pull apart and towel dry.

As James stood naked with Mike, he grinned. “Um, all cleaned up with nowhere to go.”

Mike quirked an eyebrow. “We could go back to bed.”

James chortled. “No. I’ll end up falling asleep, and it’s important that I stay on my sleep schedule.”

“You’re very disciplined,” Mike complimented. “Much more so than I ever was when I was playing baseball. I could have used you in my life to keep me on the straight and narrow. Maybe I would have been a better baseball player.”

James looked surprised. “You were one of the best in the game.”

“Maybe I could have been the best in the game,” Mike countered.

“Would it have mattered?” James challenged.

Mike shrugged. “Fair point. Maybe I should be grateful I enjoyed my life and still had success.”

“And made lots of money from pitching products,” James remarked, though Mike could tell he wasn’t being sarcastic.

“It’s helped me to be financially secure, yes,” Mike agreed. “It’s given me some clout that I wish you’d let me use to help you.” He saw James’ guard go up, so he added, “Not to help you achieve things unfairly. I mean to help you get free of your father.”

James frowned. “It is what it is.”

Mike didn’t want to argue when they were both standing naked. It was odd, considering the seriousness of the conversation they had begun. “I’m just saying, you don’t have to be a victim.”

James narrowed his eyes and grimaced before wrapping a towel around his waist and storming from the bathroom. Mike cinched a towel around himself as well, following.

James spun on him. “You know how insulting that is? Not everyone has an agent and a family who loves them no matter what, or a job that brought them so much money and fame that they could do whatever they want. Throughout history, there have been people with unchallenged authority, supported by an infrastructure that allows them to abuse that power. That describes my father and his legion of enablers. He has legislators, police officers and mafia heads in his pocket to help him do his bidding. What do I have? And don’t reply that I have you, Mike. You may be a giant in your field, but he owns people who can destroy you. And they will, just like they did to my last boyfriend. If I try to go public with anything, my father threatens he’ll release a press statement that I have mental health issues and a persecution complex. He’ll cite how he had me institutionalized when I was younger, and he has a doctor, also in his pocket, who will back up his claim. When Billy threatened him, my father cut back on his financial assistance. I am not choosing to be a victim, Mike! Sometimes people just are.”

Mike swallowed and looked away from the anger lasered on him from James’ eyes. “I’m sorry. I haven’t lived through your experience, and I had no right to make judgments about it. I swear, I was speaking from a place of wanting to help, not trying to criticize. But your exception to my characterization is fair, and I deserved your rebuke.”

James’ expression softened, but he still snapped back, “God, sometimes you talk like you went to a prep school. You deserved my rebuke?”

Mike ventured a grin. “Yes, I did go to a prep school. My parents made education a priority, and I had a wealthy uncle who was kind enough to pay for it. And why so judgmental about it? I’m guessing you went to one, too.”

“Yeah, and it had an administrator who kissed my father’s ass. My father found a way to make my life hell in and outside the house.”