Incident

Crotch Shots

“Well, I guess that you want to lose your spot on the first string.” That nasty smirk seemed to get nastier.

“I won’t lose my spot!”

“How do you expect to perform if you can’t look at the mitt because of the position? Every time you glance at my mitt you get flustered.” Miyuki couldn’t control the amusement in his voice.

“It’s because it reminds me of what happened! I don’t want to keep picturing your cock in my mind, it’s embarrassing.” It was out in the open now and he was slightly relieved, but still ridiculously mortified.

“Why don’t you try sucking my cock? If it doesn’t help then we’ll try another method.”

Sawamura looked at him wearily, his resistance to the idea slowly crumbling. What did he have to lose, other than his dignity? The only way to find out if Miyuki’s exposure theory was right was to test it. He cared too much about his spot on the first string not to make the effort.

How was he supposed to go about this? It’s not as if he went around sucking cock on a daily basis. This would in fact be his first time. The nervousness was returning, making him a bit jittery.

Sawamura’s eyes widened as he watched Miyuki pull down his pants and boxers in one swift move. It seemed like he wasn’t in the mood to waste any time.

His penis was flaccid, hanging there between his legs, leaving Sawamura petrified. Hesitantly, he moved forward giving the organ an experimental poke.

“I said suck it not poke it.”

Sawamura stiffened, “I never did this before!” Maybe, it was his imagination, but Miyuki’s smirk became smug. Was he making fun of him?

“If you don’t get to it, then we’ll miss practice.”

He steeled himself as he moved between Miyuki’s legs. The thing that had filled his thoughts was less than a foot away from his face, hanging there.

Sawamura rubbed his sweaty palms against his legs and leaned forward. Sticking his tongue out, he gave the head a tentative lick. It tasted like sweat and not much else, which was enough to encourage him to take it into his mouth.

Parting his lips, he took the head into his mouth. It wasn’t what he was expecting; he had assumed it would be gross. The head was heavy against his tongue as he suckled. He ran his tongue over the hole, hoping that it would feel good.

Sawamura was at a loss, what was he supposed to do next? It was too awkward to ask and he couldn’t bring himself to look up. He didn’t want Miyuki to see how flustered he was, he could feel the heat that seemed to encase his entire body.

“Lick and suck,” Miyiki’s voice was breathy, but still managed to sound egotistical.

Sawamura repeated the directions in his head as he took more of Miyuki into his mouth. He tried to wrap his tongue around the organ, but the circumference was too large. So he licked along the length, while trying to create a steady up and down rhythm.

The warm hand that tangled in his hair startled him, but it felt good, which he found to be odd. As he sucked-drool dripping from the side of mouth-he could feel the hand tugging at his hair.

Miyuki’s hand pushed at his head, forcing him to take more into his mouth. It was then that his eyes started watering. Soon the head hit the back his throat, causing him to gag.

Sawamura pulled away, coughing and tears were rolling out his eyes.

“Sorry, I got carried away.” It surprised Sawamura that the catcher’s apology seemed genuine. However, the hand that stroked his cheek was even more surprising. He had never expected Miyuki to be so gentle towards him.

“I’ll try to control myself because it’s your first time.” Miyuki stooped down, grasping Sawamura’s chin forcing him to make eye contact.

“It’s difficult to reign in my desires when all I want to do is thrust into your hot mouth. What you lack in technique you make up for with enthusiasm. It’s the messiest blow job I’ve ever received.”

Miyuki ran his thumb over the trail of saliva that was on his chin. Looking at Sawamura was increasing his arousal. His eyes were wide, his blush had spread to his neck and ears, and it almost seemed permanent.

“I’m close; make me cum with,” he ran his thumb over Sawamura’s spit slick lips before speaking again, “this pretty mouth.”

Sawamura didn’t know what to think. Was he supposed to be flattered? Was it normal to feel a pleasant sort of nervousness in his stomach when someone said stuff like that? His eyes flickered to Miyuki and then away, he couldn’t meet his gaze.

What he was doing was an effort to not be so embarrassed around Miyuki, but now it was worse. How could he look him in the eyes after this? The least he could do was finish what he had started. It would probably suck to leave him like that. He was a guy after all and knew erections could become painful.

With a little more courage, he took Miyuki into his mouth. It was amazing to feel him twitch in his mouth. What was he supposed to do with the semen, was he expected to swallow it?

Sawamura didn’t have time to contemplate because Miyuki was emptying himself down his throat. It was too much for him, he pulled away and a few spurts hit his face. All it had taken was a harsh suck and lick to make Miyuki unravel.

As Miyuki tried to catch his breath, Sawamura struggled to swallow what was in his mouth. It was bitter and he didn’t like the taste one bit. He scrunched his face in disgust as he felt the semen cooling.

Slowly, he got to his feet, scavenging the room for a towel. They spent the next few minutes in silence. Sawamura cleaned up and Miyuki tried to gather his bearings.

Sawamura was the first to speak. “This didn’t help at all! Why did you have to say those things to me?”

The catcher approached him, crowding him against a wall. “Well, we’ll have to keep doing this until you become accustomed.”

An insult was on the tip of his tongue, but his brain turned to goo when soft lips pressed against his. His eyes widened and his lips parted as he breathed harshly.

“Next time, I’ll suck you off, Eijun-Chan.”