1. One Thousand Apologies - Part 1


    Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, First Time, Incest, Masturbation, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Joe Long, Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

    course would be higher if I ever had to pay for a girl as well.) Dave’s mom and sisters had made a habit of attending all his games, whenever possible (I’m sure the girls liked to check out the other players.) Doc would come to a few that summer, but he was usually busy with rounds at the hospital. Aunt Tess also lined up her own job helping to take care of the old folks in the home (one that didn’t require a college, or even high school degree) but she had to work shifts so there were times when I might be needed to provide rides. Dave had his tryout, and as expected was snatched up by the 6th place team. We got a laugh that I was playing for Pepsi-Cola, and Dave was playing for Coca-Cola. I hadn’t seen him play before, but at 6 ft 4 was a good size for a left handed pitcher, with a fairly good fastball, a wicked curve, and a very deceptive pick off move. I didn’t have all those tools, but did well enough for myself. At 5 ft 9 and 150 lbs I was very average in stature but had a good arm and years of walking, running and biking (things you do when you don’t have a car yet) let me develop very strong thighs, which gave me what I reckon now was a mid to upper 80’s fastball (no radar guns at our level in those days). It looked like a might have been a hitting prospect as a 16 year old rookie, but missing that next year had done something to my timing, as ever after I struggled to make contact in the batter’s box. So there I was, an undersized right handed pitcher (well, it did ...
    work for Flash Gordon). With eight teams in our league there were four games each night, two played at 6 p.m. at a variety of outlying parks or high schools, and two (starting at 6) were scheduled as a double header at the downtown stadium. It was cool playing under the lights, and during the post-season tournament they could fit almost 15,000 people into the place. It was an old minor league park built in the 20’s and starting to crumble, but it made me feel like a pro to play there. Dave’s first game in uniform was Tuesday, three days after the reunion at our house, and Aunt Tess asked if I could give the kids a ride home from the stadium as she had to go to work before the game was over. My game was at 6. I didn’t play, and was still in uniform when I arrived at the stadium 10 minutes after my game was over. It was almost 8:30 and Dave’s game was in the 2nd inning. I spotted Tess and the girls in the scout seats between the press box and the third base dugout and went over to join them. It was a great place to watch the game, was only a few feet from the batter in the on-deck circle, and just outside the door to the end of the press box. Aunt Tess’ gave a big smile when she saw me approach. “Joe, thank you for coming. I have to get to work, but here’s ten dollars in case the girls want anything. Girls, you be good for Joe. Bye!”, kissing me on the cheek on her way past. She may have been 35, but it was hard not to give a glance as she walked away. As I plopped down in the ...
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