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By Benjamin Fathers (Catsmeaw@Candlestick.com)

It's been several years, but I still fondly remember the spring that changed my young life forever the spring I spent at baseball training camp in Florida.
Sports were never all that important in my family. My dad's a prominent lawyer. Sports to him are something poor kids worked at to get out of their situation. Playing a sport for money is something they do to arrive. We arrived three generations ago. We're old money. We represent players, but my father still thinks in terms of "us" and "them."
Me, I never could fit in. I just liked playing baseball. The minor league contract offer and invitation to attend spring training came as a shock to me. I did hit .458 my senior year, but most of my hits were singles. I played third base where my quickness paid off enough to make the all-sectional team. I was good, but many others in our area were just as good, and some were better. I knew that my stats were impressive mostly due to the mediocre teams I'd been facing.
I thought about it for a week. Dad, of course, advised against it. I signed the contract anyway. Dad was pissed. He planned for me to attend Yale. You know the routine. I was supposed to follow in his footsteps. The paperwork had already been approved at pre-law school.
The first night I lay in bed in Florida, I wondered if I'd made the right decision. Everything was so different there. We were housed in a cheap, roadside motel. The older, established players wouldn't arrive for three or four weeks. There were more than enough of us to make the small baseball field seem crowded, though. Everyone there was the star of his local team. Some had played pro ball before, but the vast majority, like me, were just young guys scared that the coaches would realize that they didn't belong.
For many, that fear was justified. More than half wouldn't be there by the time the old pros arrived. My roommate was Calvin Johnson. He was 6'5" of carved ebony, a natural born baseball player. He could do it all. In camp, the coaches changed him from left field to right, a move that Calvin took as an insult. That just made him work harder.
The first time I saw Calvin, he was standing in front of the toilet, cock in hand, pissing. We were assigned to a double motel room on the end nearest the highway. I dropped my bags and called out as I entered the dingy room. He answered in a deep, booming voice. When I turned to look, I saw him in the bathroom mirror. That long black thing in his hand was soft, but it looked longer than my prick did totally erect. He finished pissing, gave it a few shakes and tucked it back into a jock.
As we shook hands for the first time, that sweaty old jock was the only thing covering Calvin's magnificent body. Like I said, I'm built for speed. Calvin's body was pure power. He was the ultimate as a home run hitter. You could see the hours of pumping iron showing through the ebony sculpture of his physique. Every inch of his supple, black skin molded around fluid muscles that bulged as Calvin moved. I was amazed at how smooth his body looked. I learned later that my black roommate shaved to get that smooth, hairless look.
Only under the jock did Calvin have hair, and that was a thatch of curly black brush that grew around the base of his cock.
During the day, Calvin and I were in different groups going through drills and testing. After the evening meal, we went back to the seedy motel and talked about the day. Competition was fierce, but since I was trying out for third base and he was in the outfield, neither of us was a threat to the other. We talked about baseball and sex, the two common topics around a training facility. Calvin was twenty, a year older than me, but from his stories I guessed that he'd had much more sexual experience than anyone from my group of friends. The things he mentioned casually were more exciting than the bragging tales of my buddies. At lights-out time, a coach came around to perform a bed check. If a player missed bed check, he was fined. I wasn't making enough to pay many fines, so I was always in bed on time.
The first night, Calvin and I were already in our beds when the coach checked us off his list. He clicked off the lights. Calvin got up and locked the door. Even with the lights off, our room wasn't all that dark. The Motel sign at the street eluminated our room with a red tenged glare that looked other-worldly. Calvin's bed was nearer to the window, so I could see his outline as he got back into bed. I watched as he tossed the sheet back and turned over onto his back.
Calvin's black frame was obvious against the white bottom sheet. It was a hot spring in Florida. Calvin slept in a pair of shorts, but I saw him pull them down. A hand started moving at his waist, tugging at his soft cock, slowly building it into a huge hard-on that stuck up in the air, silhouetted in the red light. I could tell how long it was by judging his cock against his large hand. The distance he had to stroke to reach the tip showed me how huge his boner actually was.
In a short time, Calvin started grunting. His hips arched up. I saw his cream flying, the cum looking florescent in our dimly lit room. Calvin grunted again, a second and third wad of flying cum covering his chest. Calvin then wiped up the mess with a face cloth and rolled over on to his side facing me. Seconds later, he was breathing steadily as if asleep.
After that show I had to relieve my aching nuts. Something about seeing this supremely masculine guy jacking off made my own cock surge into a roaring hard-on. I whacked myself off, trying to keep silent, but my orgasm was too exciting. My cum shot up, the first jet flying all the way past my head. I guess I was horny. I could hear Calvin chuckling as I cleaned up with a tissue and dropped off into the sleep of innocents.
It became a regular for us, even if we didn't talk about it. We started sleeping in the nude. After bed check, both of us jacked off. I stopped trying to hide it. I let my groans sound as loud as Calvin's. The box of tissue sitting on the table between us rapidly diminished. (After all we were in our prime, and horny. We weren't allowed female companionship during the early traning period.)
On the first Saturday night in camp, the ritual changed. There is no lights-out time on Saturday. Like always, we were talking about sex as we got into bed. The door was locked, but the lights in the bathroom were still burning. As Calvin started jacking off this night, I could clearly see him and even more clearly see his beautiful black cock.
"Wow, Calvin!" I hissed.
I thought there was something a little funny about the look of my roommate's big cock, other than it being black. Now, in the light, I got a better view. As he started running his hand over the still soft prick, I saw the difference. Calvin was uncut! "Never saw a snake before, Kirk?" Calvin laughed.
"No," I whispered seriously. "I'm circumcised. Everyone I know is. Are most black men still natural?"
Calvin laughed, but he didn't point out how stupid I was about the world. He just kept moving his hand over that growing black monster. As it grew into a full erection, the skin still completely covered the knob until his fist tightened and skinned it down.
"What's that feel like?" I asked in an awed whisper. "Great," he said, and laughed again.
"No, Calvin." I said softly. "I mean what does it feel like to have that extra skin on your dick?"
"How would I know, Kirk," he said. "Mine's always been like this. What's it like to have a round head?"
"I guess that makes sense," I said.
We jacked off silently for a minute or two. I watched his hand moving. He watched mine. I had to lube up with spit and precum. He just glided along, fisting that skin back and forth.
"Well?" Calvin said with another of his infectious grins. "Who's gonna go first, Kirk? You wanna feel it, or not?" I got up, going to Calvin's bed. As he moved to make room, we stretched out side by side, both very nervous. This was a first for me, but not for Calvin, I found out later. His hooded meat lay up on his belly. Heavy balls hung low in the crinkled sac. I reached over, one finger stretching as I touched the shaft of his silky black hard-on while Calvin reached for my prick at the same time.
The thick hunk of cock meat in my hand throbbed as I started jacking it off. The foreskin felt so wicked as it moved with my fist, sliding up and down. His dribbling precum coated the head of his cock and the inside of that naughty skin. All I had to do was to move my hand to get a reaction from Calvin.
Down on my own dick, Calvin's fist was too firm. He fisted me, expecting the skin to move. On my cut cock, the skin was stretched so tight that it was about to split. Calvin's hand didn't feel good. In fact, it was beginning to hurt a little.
"You've got to keep it wet," I groaned.
Calvin spit in his hand, then went back to jacking me off. Each time, I got dry again quickly. He was getting frustrated.
"Wet it again,"' I groaned.
"Fuck this shit!" I heard his snarling.
Suddenly, Calvin turned and took my stiff prick between his lips. Startled, I jerked. I'd never had a blow job before. I'd heard about them, but I still wasn't sure that giving head wasn't some sort of joke that my friends kept running on me. The forbidden thrill of Calvin's mouth on my cock made the feelings even more erotic. He started to pump a fist over my prick as he pulled his mouth from the head.
"You gonna do me, too?" he asked, his dark eyes flashing passionately in the motel room.
Calvin's experience paid off for us. He showed me how to get into a sixty-nine position with him. As I gawked openly at the huge black thing only inches from my face, my roommate was busily sucking at my prick. It felt good. Damn, it felt good! I closed my eyes and groaned as Calvin's tongue rolled across the underside of my throbbing prick. He pushed a hand between us, finding my nipples with his strong fingers, pinching and pulling out on the white buds to make me groan louder. His other hand cupped my balls.
I'd never felt anything like this in my life. Granted, my sexual experience to that point wasn't something to brag about, but the things Calvin was doing to me still felt wonderful. The uncut black cock I was watching throbbed.
My dad was pissed about my coming to Florida. I was wondering how he'd feel if he could see me now, in bed with a black man, getting ready to suck his cock. That thought of my dad watching me made my cock jerk in Calvin's sucking mouth.
Calvin was on his side like me. I reached around his hip, my hand resting on his heavily muscled butt. I leaned forward, kissing the velvety tip of the black man's big boner. He humped his hips in time with his cock. Fucking. I knew what he wanted. My lips opened. After I licked around them to moisten my suddenly dry lips, I put my mouth over the tip of his black cock. The next time he moved his hips, the top two or threeinches of his meaty thickness thrust into my mouth.
His precum broke over my tongue. The sweet juicy goo melted into my tastebuds, filling my senses with the flavor of wild honey and musk and other tastes that made my body shiver. The tip of my tongue peeked out, searching for more, probing over his pisshole while his juicy foreskin rolled all the way down over my tongue.
"Go for it, Kirk," I heard his soft groan. "Suck that black dick, boy."
"Mmmm," I purred deep in my throat as I greedily bobbed against his crotch, taking his knob fully into my mouth and swabbing the tip with my lusty tongue. He tasted wonderful and his cock felt as if it was made just for my mouth. The crinkly ball sac pushed up against my forehead. Calvin's hot sucking got faster. The head of my cock went deeper, sliding right down into his throat. No way was I going to duplicate that feat, I knew, not with Calvin's huge black bat swelling even bigger inside my mouth. His cock must have been ten inches long, and all of that lovely throbbing length was begging for my attention.
I used my mouth on the top half of my black roommates uncut beauty, allowing my fist to caress the rest. My drool and his loose foreskin made it easy. I let my fist fly up and down the long shaft as my mouth and tongue attacked the head of the black pole. Calvin was groaning with me now as his wonderful throat took more and more of my aching hard-on. He couldn't seem to get enough of my white cock.
The rod in my mouth throbbed. I held on tightly to the veiny stalk of cock meat while I swirled my tongue madly over the inch or so just under his piss hole. My guts were melting and getting set to spurt out through my cock. I was so close to cumming that I felt my heart pounding in my chest, feeling as if it was right on the verge of bursting from the effort of filling my overstretched cock with blood.
Right at that exact moment, Calvin shaved a finger up into my butt and wriggled against the tight knot of my prostate.
My cum shot out, filling Calvin's mouth. I was busy experiencing the same thing, only in reverse. While I got off with my cock still buried in the black outfielder's sucking mouth, he was slamming his cock into my mouth, hitting over the wall of my throat on each wild stroke. Hot, gushing cum splashed out with tremendous force. I had to pull up. I backed off his cock a little to keep from gagging and ruining his orgasm. No. I wasn't trying to deny him the same delight that Calvin was giving me. I wanted to do him all the way to the end. I kept my mouth glued to his hot cock, sucking and flicking that slimy, rolling cum that continued to hammer out in home run blasts from the piss hole in the end of his beautiful, black bat.
With my mouth full of cum, I rose up to the tip of Calvin's cock and swallowed. The rich, sweet cream slid down my throat.
For the rest of that spring training session, Calvin and I were lovers. He just loved using that big dick of his. During the day, he was as manly and gruff as any other ballplayer, but at night Calvin was gentle and patient as he broke in a willing, eager young man. I wanted to do it all, and to do it immediately. When Calvin brought up the subject of butt-fucking, I was all for it, although the thought of me fucking him didn't occur back then. All I wanted was to feel that big, black, uncut monster up inside me...