Gay Erotic Stories

***The following is a work of fiction*** I started admiring Rick Ankiel last year when he was blowing everyone away. I admired his young boyish face and his tight young body. But I never dreamed I would ever get to meet him, let alone help him overcome his problems. You see it all started this year, when Rick was still having problems throwing strikes after last year's blowup in the post season. I immediately noticed that Rick's biggest problem was that he was way too uptight. But I didn't think I had a chance in hell of helping him. At least not until he got sent to Memphis. After getting sent down, I wrote Rick a letter telling him that I thought I could help him with his problem. I was amazed when I got a reply saying that he was so desperate he would try anything. I thought to myself, “Anything?” This was too good to be true. Anyway, he agreed to meet me for lunch and there I laid out my simple, but hopefully effective plan. I told him that all he needed to do was loosen up and focus. He said that was easy to say but hard to do, so I told him all he needed was something else to focus on. And I suggested that he think about something else, like sex, instead of throwing strikes while he was on the mound. He just kind of laughed and said he had been too uptight to think about sex of any kind lately. We laughed a little bit and then settled down to our meals. A little ways into the meal, Rick excused himself and headed for the men's room. Now, I don't normally do anything like this, but hey, I already had fantasies about this guy, plus, I am a die hard Cards fan, willing to do anything to help them win, so I got up and quietly followed Rick into the bathroom. Just as the door was preparing to close behind him, I stepped in and shut the door behind us. As luck would have it, there was a lock on the door, so I locked it and noticed that it was just he and I. He looked at me kind of funny at first, but I told him to just hang loose, and I would take care of his concentration problems. Then I slowly moved toward him. I felt his body jerk as my hands reached for the waist of his jeans, but he didn't move away. I began to undo the button and zipper and still he stood there, so I assumed he had no objections. I knelt down in front of him and lowered his pants and his boxers down around his knees. I was amazed to see his cock hanging there, it wasn't hard and had to be a good six inches in length already. Anyway, I moved my lips toward the head of it and gently inserted it into my mouth. I heard him groan and I could feel him becoming hard, right inside of my mouth. Slowly and gently, I licked his cock inside my mouth, gently nibbling on its head as I let it slip out of my mouth. Then just as gently, sucking it back in again. Soon I felt Rick's hands on the back of my head and I could feel his hips bucking gently with my own slow rhythm. I glanced up just quickly enough to see him standing there with his eyes closed, just enjoying the moment. I kept up the pressure on his meat, and could feel it beginning to swell. I knew that before long, he would be shooting off inside my mouth, and I couldn't wait to taste every drop. Then suddenly his thrusts became harder, and he was nearly choking me with his cock. But I didn't dare stop, I had already gone too far. Next thing I know, I am nearly strangling as load after load showered the back of my throat, and Rick is nearly tearing my hair out with his hands. Now I know where this young boy gets the strength for his fastball, because even though he is slightly built, he is pure power. I continued sucking until every drop was spent from him, and he sort of collapsed against the wall. I don't even say a thing. I just pull his boxers and jeans back up. Then I stand up and look him in the eye. "Think about that next time you are on the mound." I told him. Then I simply opened the door and left. Walked out of the restaurant and back to my home. Did it help with his pitching? Well, his next game is coming soon: why not tune in and find out? If not, I may have to go back for more therapy. Like the story? Want to see it continue? Other requests? Simply write me and let me know. Mcmasters salem@hotmail.com