Growing up Gay: The Albert Pujols Story

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Title: Growing Up Gay: The Albert Pujols Story(Cardinals)
Author: Patrick
Pairing:That part comes later
Rating: G
Summary: After Albert joins to the team the stress gets to him, he goes to a bar and finds comfort in unexpected company.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Cardinals, otherwise this would be a different story and more fact than fiction. I know that the facts in my fic are totally wrong and I don't care. I know that Albert isn't from Chicago, I'm not that crazy but you can continue to play, "How crazy is she?" anyway, enjoy.
And I appologize ahead of time that my lame computer skills prohibit my fic from looking pretty. I'm sorry.

His first season as a big leaguer was more than he ever could have imagined; the first time he met Tony La Rusa, he could hardly breathe. Standing next to the very success that is La Rusa intimidated him and encouraged him to do well his first season as a Cardinal. At the tender age of 20 he was picked to be influenced by all these strong men, to be molded by them, and to follow their strict direction as they are his elders and know better of the sport than he does.
Jim Edmonds was and still is his mentor, he spotted him in the locker room after one of the coaches, and Duncan had drilled Albert intensely on the field for hours, effortlessly on his batting skills. Sweat still rolling down his thick neck, he headed for an empty shower, the firm hand met his broad shoulder as he winced.
“They run you hard during your first practice?” Jim asked kindly.
Panting, Albert waited a moment before answering, “I don’t think I’ve ever been worked over this hard before.”
“It gets better, trust me.”
Albert let out a sigh of relief and continued to undress.
“You’ll get use to it,” Jim gave Big Al a playful slap and left but not before adding, “Nothing a cold shower can’t fix.”
His sweat soaked clothes lay in a heap by his locker, and steam was now accumulating in the room while it was warm in the room the steam felt cool against his damp skin. He let his towel drop as only a few guys remained in the now vacant space and the freedom was exhilarating. The sound of the water splashing against the tile was now louder like a summer storm. That day had been stressful. And now he could just relax and not think about what those other guys thought about him, or how he would do, or even what he would say.
He turned off the water, the room was still warm from all the steam forty men showering after practice and it was if none of them wanted to cool down, or stop and think. And that is all that he wanted to do. Is stop, he wanted to stop and think. He stood there naked for a moment, the lights were dim and the there wasn’t much light outside but he wanted to think, and his best epiphany moments happened in the shower. Standing there in the wet shower didn’t make him feel better and time passed slowly, it had been nearly and hour since he had turned off the water, his hair had dried in a bird’s nest nappy mess, but thankfully he didn’t have enough of it to really matter.
The drive home was not much of an improvement; the attendant at the gas station hit on Albert and made him feel really uncomfortable, though they ended up getting a drink the bar anyway. “A free drink after a stressful day isn’t a bad idea Albert,” he kept telling himself, “this doesn’t mean you’re gay.” The attendant was a sweetheart, a down-to-earth Texas boy trying to make ends meet; he picked up on Albert’s tension right away.
“You’ve never done this before have you?”
“There’s a first time for everything isn’t there?” Albert said after a large swig of scotch.
Tim lightly touched Albert’s hand as he winces. “I knew you weren’t, but could tell you were tense.”
Albert took another shot, this time tequila, “That’s not true Vince; I have feelings for you, lots of feelings for you in my pants.” Albert leans in closer to Tim.
“You’re really nice, and all, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable taking advantage of you,” Tim whispers into Albert’s ear.
“It’s alright, I have a condom.”
“How much have you had to drink?” Tim asks.
“Just about nine of those green ones and three of the pink ones, but I don’t know why you’re asking Todd,” he says pointing to the empty glasses on the bar.
“I’m cutting him off,” Tim says to the bar tender.
“Probably a smart idea, do you know if he has a ride home?”
“I don’t even know his last name.”
“Good luck, he’s drunker than my Uncle Milt on poker night, if you need help holler at me,” he said that as he disappeared into the abyss of the other side of the bar.
Earlier at the gas station, Al had been right in selecting Tim to accompany him to the bar that night instead of going in alone, though had he chosen to go alone he probably wouldn’t have gotten as wasted as he did.
That Monday was karaoke night at the bar and several bad attempts had already come up on stage to sing Brittany Spear’s “Hit me Baby one more time” and Backstreet Boys classic hits, and the ever popular Beatles song, Yellow Submarine but no one in the history of music could butcher a song like Albert could. Besides being drunk out of his mind he was never able to stay on key or any key for that matter. While Tim went to the bathroom Al entered himself and Tim in a couple’s duet contest. The bartender had announced that Al and Tim needed to choose their song when Tim returned from the bathroom, in actuality he said that “Gay 1 and Gay 2 needed to pick their song for the couple contest.”
“Do you have any idea what he is talking about?” Tim asked Al who he presumed to be Gay 1.
“I don’t, do you Gay 2?”
“Since when did you call me Gay 2?” Tim solicited.
“Since like five minutes ago when I signed us up for that thing over there,” As ‘Gay 1’ points to the karaoke stand.
“What do you mean Al, I was in the bathroom?”
“You tell the best jokes, it was you silly. I remember.” Al leans in and kisses Tim on his lush pink lips but Tim is too distracted to do much about it. “So what are we gonna sing?”
“A…. how about… umm…. I don’t know… how about you pick?”
Al jumps giddily and runs over to the stand and picks Sexual by Shai and unfamiliar tune to Tim but he’s willing to give it a shot. The repetition of “sex, sexual” eight times gives Tim something to count and nothing to think about. The first verse is empty, Al is able to shine with that one while he’s higher than a kite as it would appear, Tim gets the next verse, “We have been together for some time …I perspire with desire when I see your naked skin this erotic moment brings up everything within, oh baby,” and he thought he couldn’t sink any lower. Well, Tim was wrong, they all know that his friend is more than three sheets to the wind and probably going to pass out from the scotch he drank any moment now but if only one could die of embarrassment.
The song ends and the bar is quieting down, the small town sleeps, and so should Albert, he has practice nice and early the next morning, or rather in a few hours. No one is going to cut him any slack for getting drunk and slipping Tim the tongue a few times except for Tim that is. And even Tim had had enough of the first basemen’s sloppy handy work.
“Hey Big guy, why don’t we get on home,” Tim suggested.
Al was making his way to the table top, “If you say so, sweet cheeks, my place or yours?”
“I think you should probably crash at my place tonight, you don’t look so good,” Tim said taking his hand.
“You mean like a sleepover, I just love those,” And Al did.
“Yea, just like a sleepover.”
PART TWO
Title: Growing Up Gay: Albert Pujols
Series: Part Two: chicks or dicks?
Author: Patrick
Rating: Between PG and PG-13 nothing too horrible
Summary: After waking up in an unfamiliar place and being late to practice Albert is questioned by team mates,"chicks or dicks?"
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I am inept when it comes to computers and I appologize because the formatting sucks. This is more graphic than the last one without being too vulgar.

PART THREE
Title:Growing Up Gay: Albert
Part Three: Tai Food
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The odd couple enjoys a dinner out.
Disclaimer:Don't own the cardinals or anyone else.

Al was scrambling to make it on time to meet Tim for dinner, partly because the line for showers was enormously long and partly because traffic is backed up due to a collision. Albert had thanked the Lord a few minutes prior that it is not him in that accident. The two were suppose to meet at a Tai restaurant, Scott had mentioned it the day before and it was the only place Al remembered that didn’t serve food from plastic trays or have a clown as their mascot. He was late for his first … whatever this was. Al didn’t know what this was, and didn’t know what Tim thought this was. Is this a date, does he think it’s a date? What if he thinks it’s a date, am I dressed for a date? Who pays? I mean I said I would take him out, but … does that mean I’m gay? These questions inevitably circulated through Albert’s head until he passed the scene of the accident, at that time all he was thinking was, “Thank the Lord that was not me,” in that accident that afternoon a Mack Truck had swerved off the road to avoid hitting a drunk driver though through this it caused more accidents than it would have initially. Only two casualties, the drunk driver and the passenger in the car with the drunk driver, others were injured, cars were totaled. Albert counted more than six police cars and four ambulances before he had to drive off.
He sat in his car in the parking lot when he arrived at the restaurant to collect himself. To be calm for whatever this was, just so he wouldn’t have repeat of last night and end up screwing the guy because of too much Captain Morgan, he was always a little friendly after that too, or maybe that was just alcohol in general. When Albert walked in he looked around a moment to take I the place and found time sitting at the bar drinking what looked like a margarita.
“Hello stranger,” Tim says surprised to see Albert come in suddenly.
“Hey, sorry I’m late there was an accident on the highway and I got backed up,” Albert sits down next to Tim.
“How was practice?” Tim asks as he took another sip of his margarita.
“It was swell, coach said I’ll be ready to play with big boys in a month or so, in the big game, jeepers Timmy,” Albert enthusiastically says.
“When you’re sarcastic like that is kind of cute,” Tim says softly.
“Hey so what did you do today?” Al says changing the subject, his cheeks turn a little rosy, he didn’t want Tim to know.
“I worked, and ate lunch and worked some more,” Tim said, “Hey are you going to get a drink?”
“I’m fine,” Al said, “I had enough for a while last night,” and Al was right.
“How about a Shirley Temple or Coke, anything, you don’t want anything to drink?”
“I think I’ll just have a coke,” Al says, “Bartender, can I get a coke over here?”
“Is that just a coke, no rum or alcohol in that?” The bartender asks Al.
“That’s right sir, I’m the designated driver tonight,” Al looked over at Tim and winked. “That’s right big boy, I’m taking you home tonight.”
“Hey you want to get a table?” Tim looks at the clock, “It’s getting to be late and well, cold noodles aren’t quite the same.” They both laugh.
They had to wait to get a table but by that time Tim had sucked down another margarita and Albert was finished with his first Coke and about ready for some booze. The candle in the middle of the table had been set their for couples, Albert nervously play with it, he doesn’t know what they are, and doesn’t want Tim to say they are something they aren’t. Tim took a look at the menu while Albert continued to fiddle with the melted wax.
“Something wrong there Albert?” Tim asks.
“Nope, it’s just a little nervous habit,” Albert’s index finger is caked with the white wax, layer upon layer and he didn’t cease to dip his finger into the still dripping soup. “See anything that strikes your fancy?”
“Well, you’re looking very nice over there,” Tim says, the candle light shown on Albert’s face at the perfect angle making him glow handsomely.
“You’re just being nice, I’m all sweaty from practice,” Albert blushes even more.
“You look very handsome, I feel very lucky to be out to dinner with someone who looks as cute as you in a pair of jeans,” Tim was flirting, they both knew it, neither of them cared at this point that they were on a gay date. A homosexual date, two guys holding hands, kissing, making out, touching, and other things, Albert wasn’t ready to know what those other things were but that didn’t make them not there.
“Hello, my name is Chuck and I’ll be taking care of you two tonight, what can I get you to start out with? Would you like any appetizers or are you ready for the main course?”
The two look at each other and silently agree that they were ready to just order. Tim order pad Tai with low mean noodles and Albert order fried rice and sesame chicken, Chuck says to “hang” while he places the order he brought back egg rolls and they waited for their entrees to come out. Albert is sipping on long island ice tea and was feeling no pain by the time their food came family style on four giant plates, they had been discussing the local elections for town council, neither of them went to the board meetings or talked to the neighbors to know who should be in charge of these things. Albert really didn’t care who did what in his neighborhood, he had just moved in and as long as he continued to live in his place he was fine with it. Though the last two weeks the trash pick up had been sloppy, leaving the last bag for the next week, he hadn’t cared and put it in the neighbor’s yard.
Al separated the food on his plate into categories, what he would eat first, and what didn’t look so good, he thought he should at least try everything. Tim looks over at Al’s plate; it was pretty full and looked like a geographical map of the United States, just a little empty in some places, but over crowded in others. “How do you like everything?” Tim asked politely after he finished a mouthful of low mean.
“Everything is very good, I’ll have to tell Scott that we enjoyed ourselves,” Al had said we without thought, it hadn’t bothered Tim though.
“Who is Scott?” Tim asks.
“Just a guy on the team, he’s very nice, he asked me about you today, but I didn’t quite know what to say.” Al spun noodles around his fork as he spoke nervously. “See, this morning, I was a little late to practice, it was totally my fault and well, he just wanted to know why.”
Tim turned to look at Al but Al didn’t want to look at Tim. He took another drink of his iced tea, “Something on your mind?”
“I’m not sure; I was just trying to think of what I should have told him.” Albert tried to be quiet and eat his dinner which he was enjoying more of the food than the conversation now.
“Maybe you should have told him, I’m not exactly sure, but what you thought of me?” Tim said, a little straightforward this time.
“That probably would have worked.” Albert says quietly still working on a long strand of noodles.
“So, how do you feel about me?” Tim has stopped eating; he was physically and emotionally into Albert, as much as one can be for knowing him as little as he did.
Albert paused, stopped eating and just sat there. “Would you like to know the truth?”
“The entire truth, even if it kills me.” Tim responds; he was diving off the high dive on the first attempt, before he even dipped his toes in. Some thought that was a foolish thing to do, but in some instances Tim thought it was the only thing to do.
Albert takes Tim’s hands in his, and looks him in the eyes across the dimly lit restaurant, “I think you’re wonderful, and caring, loving, sensitive,” He takes a breath, and kisses Tim’s hands, first the right and then the left. “And I think, that you’re compassionate, sympathetic, humorous, sensual and sexy and someone I want to be with,” Albert being a strong man didn’t want to cry. His eyes water, he is overjoyed to be with someone that cares for him.
“Well why didn’t you tell that to Scott?” They both let out an internal sigh of relief; laughter was what followed and a kiss after that.
“Well, I’m glad that awkwardness if over with,” Albert says smiling after their kiss.
Tim kisses Albert on the neck, “Yeah, me too.”
“There are a few more questions I have for you, because, well, I’ve never done this before,” Albert points to Tim’s genitals.
“Ooh, well I’m a very skilled teacher,” Tim says.
“What do I tell my roommate?” Albert asks.
“Tell him about what?” Tim says
“About us,” Al says.
“What about us does this guy need to know?”
“Oh, well I just thought that,” Albert stopped himself from finishing that thought.
“Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to shout it out on the mountain tops, put it in the newspapers or tell everyone I meet,” Tim explained. “It’s not like being a different gender, race or religion those are a little more common and accepted or even being left handed. You can’t be fired for being black or Muslim, but you can if you are gay,” Tim sighed. “I’m not saying you should hide it, or that it’s a bad thing, but there is a time and a place. You’ll learn how to deal with people a different way than most other people will never even think about.”
“Yeah, that makes sense. It must have been a lot different growing up and going to school when gays were so unaccepted.”
“I learned how to defend myself, and to pick my battles, but most of all that’s how I got my six pack,” Tim smiled, “I’ll show you that later.”
“I’m sure you saw my rockin’ bode last night when I was passed out from all that liquor, but I’ll show you again.” Albert takes his left arm and bends it to the curve to bulge out his bicep.
“That some big guns you’ve got there, careful big boy or you’ll hurt someone.”
“Hey, how about we get out of here and get some ice cream how does that sound?”
“Sounds positively wonderful to me,” Tim says, “Do you want to get a box for that?”
“Not for me, how about you?”
“Nope, let’s head out.”
That two walked down the street on high their arms around one another’s waist to get their ice cream cones. They still hadn’t picked up Albert’s car but that might have to wait for another night on account of all this excitement, besides Albert had already seen Tim’s apartment, Tim wouldn’t mind another sleepover at his place with Al. They got along great.
“Are we having another sleepover?”
“Yeah, but this time, I’ll be much better, promise.”
PART FOUR
Growing Up... You know the rest
Part Four: Nailed to the Wall
Rating: R
Summary: Sexual but it's suppose to be humerous so, yeah. The nudity is on tap in this part.
Disclaimer: Again, don't own anybody.

When Albert woke up in Tim’s apartment the next morning it was drastically different than waking up the morning before. Tim had gotten up once again before Albert as he is just that type of person, a morning person. He sat in his kitchen in his bathrobe drinking coffee and nibbling at the corners of toast when Albert finally woke up.
“Good morning sunshine,” Tim says. “How did you sleep?”
“Very well thank you,” Al responded. “I hope you’re not mad about last night,” Albert took a seat next to Tim; he had wrapped himself in the sheets and was wearing nothing else.
“Why would I be upset? I didn’t expect anything of you that night, and I want to make this meaningful for you as well as me,” Tim looked into Al’s eyes when he spoke not through them.
“I just wasn’t sure,” Albert said nervously.
“Are you ready for a strong breakfast?”
“Just juice and toast, a hot shower is what wakes me up in the morning,” Albert picked up Tim’s glass and downed the last of the substance that remained.
“Well you know hot showers are the chef’s specialty this morning,” Tim said jokingly.
“I was hoping so,” Albert was being a cock tease but he didn’t really mind, he ran his lips over Tim’s but didn’t kiss him. He then proceeded to run a line down Tim’s neck outlining the shake of his body with his mouth.
“That’s going to cost extra,” Tim said, hoping that he might get somewhere with Al before work, before work sex was pretty sexy.
“It’s worth it,” Albert untied Tim’s robe, and was sliding his hands inside on his pecks. He slowed down when he got to Tim’s nipple’s the kitchen wasn’t very warm, and Albert’s hands massaged them until they became firm. Tim looked down at Al; he was having fun playing with this other body.
“I think you should get in the shower, you’re very dirty,” Tim said in a soft whisper just behind Al’s ear.
“But I haven’t had my breakfast,” Al said in a tone.
“Well, what do you want?”
“I was kind of thinking, I could have you for breakfast,” Albert’s eyes settled on the lower half of Tim’s short pink bathrobe.
“That sounds pretty filling to me,” Tim said.
“I’ll get the lube and why don’t…”
“Lube, wait, maybe we should talk about this for a minute,” Albert wanted to do this, but he was just the slight bit nervous about having relations with a male.
“Well you know how it works, right?” Tim wasn’t sure just how much he was going to have to talk Al through so he might as well start from the beginning.
“Yeah, well I know that. I want to know how you know… how do you know… well… who’s on top?” Albert blurted out apprehensively.
“You mean do you flip for it or something? Take turns or what?”
“Yeah, do you have a system that regulates whose on top?”
“Nope, it really just depends on the situation, and the people involved. I’m more of a top than… a switch hitter. I think since you’ve never been with another guy that blows will be the least difficult.” Tim tried to put it as bluntly as possible, he could remember the last time he got sucked off, but he tried to forget. In those cases, you just want to move on.
“I see what you’re saying, yeah why don’t we try that instead and see where we go later.”
“I’ll meet you in the shower.”
Albert’s face turned red, he was slightly embarrassed but also a little flustered because he wanted to understand and not feel this way, he just wanted to be out of that transition period. He made the journey to the bathroom and left the sheet in the bedroom, standing in the bathroom naked was exhilarating, sex was guaranteed and not only that but he was interested in the person offering. Al turned on the water, the door was open but the bathroom steamed up anyway, he liked the feel of steam on his tired body. He felt very sexy not knowing when Tim was coming in, he didn’t want to get in the shower by himself, he looked at himself in front of the mirror and thought of looking for Tim.
“Are you on your way?” Albert called from the bathroom.
“Yeah just give me a minute,” Tim called from some remote part of his apartment. Albert wasn’t entirely sure where he was.
Albert left the bathroom to find him. “Where are you?”
“I’m in here,” Tim’s voice seemed closer now.
“Well where is here?”
“The kitchen, I’m in the kitchen. Where are you?”
“I’m in the hallway in front of the kitchen.” Albert called. “What is taking you so long?”
“I was just trying to find a condom.”
“Hurry up, I’m a dirty boy and I’m not getting any cleaner.” Albert couldn’t resist smiling when he said this. He didn’t really enjoy talking dirty to girls, he thought it would corrupt them, but he found it quite humorous to talk that way to Tim.
“Found one, here,” Tim handed Albert the condom, “Put it on me, that is unless you want me to go first.”
Albert thought a moment and thought that even though he’d never given a blow he should probably perform first and get it over with. He’d been a big enough cock tease those few days he could at least repay Tim something. “I’ll do you first,” Albert’s voice cracked a little when he spoke.
The two retreated to the bathroom where the steam greeted them kindly, the water was warm but a sweet relief from the chilling air of Tim’s apartment especially when you’ve got your bare ass out there and swinging. They didn’t really speak as more or less Tim made gestures as to guide Albert.
Albert lathered up his scalp with shampoo, and explored Tim’s body a little further as he put soap all over his body. Tim was feeling a little rambunctious, he nibbled at Al’s ears and his hands rarely left the comforts of Al’s fit lower half. Now that the boys had played with each other for a while, it was time to get down to business, which was anything but a clean business.
After putting the condom on Tim’s rock hard woody, Al began to stroke it soft at first like it would fall off or go back in a shell. Al had known better but his nerves had gotten the better of him. Al got onto his knees, the water running down his face and into his eyes, with his hands behind his back he opened up and began sucking Tim’s little commander which was at a full solute. It didn’t take before Al was sucking harder, faster and choking down more of Tim’s tender white fleshy bites. Tim’s moans were growing louder, as Al’s confidence in his abilities strengthened. A few moments later Tim came all over Al’s face. Al licked the white liquid the best he could off the edged of his lips before Tim took his fingers and found the rest of it into Al’s more than willing mouth.
By the time it was Albert’s turn to be blown, he had a substantial boner that Tim could not avoid; he had noticed it before but was a little busy being serviced. There were so many things going through Al’s mind when Tim started, he couldn’t believe how different it felt, how when girls would give him blows they would take their time. But with Tim, it was sensual but also a lot more pleasurable. It was a well known fact that gay men knew their way around a penis better than most straight guys, but they knew their way around baseballs, and complicated things like condoms too, you ain’t never seen a queer with a child unless that fool done said he be straight for a second. Albert’s load came all over the shower door, the two continued to fondle each other and just touch one another until they couldn’t bear the heat of the shower any longer.
They stood around just admiring their sculpted bodied, Tim having the body of a construction worker and Albert having the body of well, a baseball player they were both infatuated with one another physically. Later at practice Albert was talking to Eddy which was Jim’s nickname and Scott about his first couple weeks in the area.
“So what have you been up to?” Eddy asked Al.
“Not much, just trying to stay out of trouble.”
“Really, how so, I mean what kind of trouble?” Scott cleared his throat.
“Uh, you know… just a drinking uh... sometimes is not the best idea.” Albert responded; he always tried to avoid eye contact that bothered him the most, when they locked in on him.
“Well don’t we all get a little frisky when we’ve had something strong to drink?” Eddy said; his eyes were burning a hole in the back of Albert’s head.
“Yeah, that’s exactly my problem,” Albert’s voice had got quietly and softer since they started speaking.
“You’re new around here aren’t you Al?” Scott said, his intentions at the time actually seemed… decent but that couldn’t really be trusted.
“Yeah, I moved here from a smaller town, I was from the Chicago area,” Albert said and immediately regretted. No one said anything about the rivalry between the cards and the cubs it was unspoken that Al was now one of them.
“How do you like St. Louis?” Eddy asked; he was getting his mind out of the gutter.
“I like it, I just haven’t gotten a chance to meet a lot of people yet,” Albert also regretted that the moment it slipped off his tongue.
“You’re in luck, a buddy of mine is having a barbeque this weekend and has invited the team you should come, there’s going to be lots of food, fun and well… this goes back to our conversation before chicks or dicks? Okay, it doesn’t matter they’ll both will be there.” Jim said, he tried to look sincere and sound as kind as possible without prying with the sexuality question but that’s nearly impossible.
“I’m seeing someone right now, but thanks,” Albert said.
“But the other day you said, you weren’t.” Scott interrupted.
“But yesterday was yesterday and I know good oral when I have it.” Al said, and he wasn’t trying to brag but he was getting his point across.
“I believe that is check mate,” Eddy said with a smile, “Well good for you man. Bring your person to the party if you would and we’d be honored to meet them. Wouldn’t we?” Eddy sharply turned to Scott with a fierce look.
“Oh, yeah, we would.”
“You guys aren’t… you know?”
“You get wasted at a World Series party once and wake up naked with this guy, and everybody expects you’re still doing it,” Eddy looked annoyed but not surprised to this question. He just looked at Scott like it was mostly his fault but knew it wasn’t just the alcohol that harbored the feelings for each other.
PART FIVE
Part five:Ins and Outs
Rating:I'm not good with the rating so on the safe side would be R
Summary: I'm getting really sloppy with the formatt but here it goes: Albert and his bud Tim are getting more comfortable with one another they go to a friend's barbeque and learn a new game.
Disclaimer: cardinals are awesome but they're not mine.

Albert took the bus over to Tim’s apartment, they still hadn’t gotten around to getting his car, and while it was a hassle on the way from work, it made the commute all the better. The past few days had been the best in Albert’s life, some more awkward moments were born out of those days but it was well worth it to finally get the satisfaction of feeling like he was in something good and in something right. That he wasn’t being used, and that he wasn’t using; sex can often be a device as powerful as any legal or illegal drug that misused can result in damaging effects. Albert often thought of Tim when he was at practice, he didn’t really see Tim as a distraction but more as a smiling face in the crowd that he focused on during a scrimmage. Honestly though, he thought of Tim most of all when he was in the locker room around the other guys, he didn’t see them as a threat and wanted Tim to feel the same way.
Most of the other patrons were getting off the bus, and it was headed for the last stop, Albert had used public transportation many times before, he knew the rules of the road. The bus was approaching his stop; he turned and glanced at the door, a young woman caught his eye, she wouldn’t let up. “Excuse me sir?” Albert didn’t even flinch; he ignored her until she walked across the bus, which didn’t take more than just a few steps. “Sir, sir,” she taped him on the shoulder, “Sir, I was wondering if you could help me carry these boxes up to my apartment. You look very strong and well; you’re getting off at my stop aren’t you?”
She had hesitated, he had hesitated, he had missed his stop and now this was last call, everybody out. “Sure, I’d be glad to. I’m Albert by the way.” Albert extended his hand and shook her hand, she hadn’t had time to introduce herself quite yet she took his hand, his firm hand almost sent herself to her knees not unlike how Tim had been there earlier that day.
“Hi, my name is May and I’m so grateful that you agreed to do this, I just moved in and couldn’t get anyone to help.” May and Albert exited the bus with three extraordinarily heavy boxes and head towards her apartment. The excruciating walk wasn’t comforted anymore by the humidity or the painstaking silence only intensified by the numerous cell phone conversations, it made the walk seem lonesome when really Albert wasn’t alone at all. At last they arrived at her apartment building though her actual apartment seemed still miles in the sky, she hadn’t warned him, this wasn’t in the job description. Poor Albert, another date with Tim and yet another date he’d be late for because of uncontrollable circumstances.
The elevator in May’s apartment was inevitable broken as well; she lived on the seventh floor and of course the only way of getting the boxes there was to carry them all seven flights. Albert internally bitched though he tried not to; he remembered all the times he had demanded too much from someone, and knew it at the time, May knew she was asking a lot but couldn’t help but ask a Good Samaritan.
She put the key in the lock and hesitated, the boxes sat on the floor next to them. “Would you like a glass of lemonade?” May asked Al, she was nervous, she hadn’t been in any serious relationship before and while she wasn’t a virgin she didn’t like to think about her sexual past.
“That sounds great, besides I’ve come this far, I might as well help you get those boxes inside.” Albert entered the dimly lit apartment, and made himself comfortable as instructed. He just plopped on her purple suede couch and riffled through the loose magazines on her coffee table. “Do you have the time?”
“It’s a quarter to seven. Got a hot date?”
“You could say that, but hey, I only just met you why don’t you come with me to this party this weekend. I play baseball and my team is having a barbeque, and I’d love it if you could come with me, the more the merrier,” Albert was lying through his teeth. But May couldn’t tell the difference she had only just met the guy. Albert wrote down his phone number and information for May, a stranger but she was fairly attractive for a woman, she was no supermodel but she was genuine or at least she appeared to be from the half an hour they spent together.
He left her apartment and as soon as he was able to find a signal called Tim and apologized for being late, again. Tim joked that they shouldn’t have a set time because he’d still be late, Albert felt bad again for unconvincing Tim. Tim was making them dinner at his place, it was just a night in, and since Albert was the inexperienced they thought they could change that. The walk home was agonizing, it was starting to fall dark and Albert told himself that he wasn’t going to help anymore people unless it was between life and death. He didn’t even stop to turn and look back, he just plowed on through, and he jay walked a few times but didn’t mind.
He didn’t have a key to Tim’s apartment so he knocked; all that Tim was wearing was an apron, like his bathrobe it left little to the imagination. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Albert kissed Tim as he walked in.
“Well, we’ve got a gourmet meal going over here, pasta with red sauce and vegetables and wine, lots of wine,” Tim was holding a wine glass in one hand and wrapped his other arm around Al they leaned in close and shared the warmth. Tim must have turned the heat up in the apartment because he was sweating. Albert thought to himself, I suppose this is what he would look like on ecstasy, I wonder if he’s alright. He shrugged it off and they sat down to eat on the floor of Tim’s converted living room the wine was still flowing twenty minutes later when they had finished their meal and begin discussing sexual positions.
“I always prefer to be on top, but as far as actually getting a lot of sex these days, it doesn’t happen a lot. So I’m flexible,” Tim said, he loved to laugh the white wine they were drinking was sweet and it almost burned the inside of his mouth as he tried to hold the laughter in.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I told you about the woman I met on the bus this afternoon, I understood about the boxes she wanted me to carry but I think she was asking for something a little bit more on the full service side.”
“I don’t think you understood, I meant physically flexible and well not totally opposed to being a bottom I just don’t like changing things like that.”
“You mean like writing with your left hand, you can do it but it isn’t that legible?” Albert seemed to be catching on.
“Exactly, I think you’re starting to understand more of what I’m saying without having me say point blank this or that,” Tim looked smug, he was proud of Albert. They had been talking for a long time about anal stimulation, the ins and outs of it. Like many other things you want to know what you’re doing when you’re having or receiving anal stimulation. For Albert it was like receiving an oral history of anal and he was relieved to know that they didn’t have to do it tonight, though he was half in the bag already and didn’t think it would hurt to give it a shot.
“I think I’m ready to do it Tim,” Albert said when they had finished their discussion on anal pro verses con.
“I’ll only do this if you feel comfortable, and we can stop if it hurts too much,” Tim reassured Al.
“Alright,” Albert was calmed knowing that he would be doing this with someone that he trusted and cared for, he knew that Tim wouldn’t intentionally hurt him that it was a rite of passage of sorts. Tim went and prepared. Armed with a condom, lube and a belt for Albert to bite on they began with the foreplay, sensual touching even tough Al was no longer in the mood and had long ago left Tim’s apartment in his mind. Every now and again he would be brought back to reality by a twinge here or there, Tim bit him on the neck and again in the curve of his back. Their clothes were off, Tim hadn’t begun with clothes, and it is a lot easier to keep clothes clean when you don’t wear them.
Albert lay naked on Tim’s hardwood floor on his stomach, only halfway on Tim’s bed; his ass hang in the air, the belt was in his hand. Tim was only joking when he had handed it to him, but it was “just in case.” Tim slid the condom on his throbbing dick; he took the time to stimulate Al’s with his mastered tongue. The lube felt like ice even in Tim’s hands, “This might be cold,” he warned him, he hadn’t been warned his first time and he had the decency enough to do at least that for Al. Al braced himself for it to feel like a metal broomstick in his rear, he hadn’t ever had that sensation but he didn’t think it would feel very pleasurable. The lube was frigid, it opened up his anus and allowed Tim to slide his dick inside, he teased it a bit. Albert decided that wasn’t a good or bad feeling but a strange feeling that definitely needed getting used to. It wasn’t that he was getting fucked by a guy, that didn’t bother him, it was just that it was still a foreign sensation that he just didn’t feel sexy and it was suppose to get him off. He didn’t see how that would work. Albert began to play with himself out of boredom; he could hear Tim coming to a climax. And he himself, just wasn’t here, he began to beat his meat harder and faster and pulsating with Tim back and forth in succession until they built up a rhyme. Al could hear screams but in that moment he was unsure of where they were coming from. A giant puddle, they both came, Tim came on Al but Al came on Tim’s bed. And now there’s just cum all over the apartment.
The days that followed were very similar, Albert spent his nights with Tim and didn’t care enough about the team yet to really do anything about Tim or May. Tim and Al decided that they would unofficially go to the barbeque together and that Al would tell his team mates that Al and May were going out. They hadn’t quite included May in on their plan, she had been invited and sure she had accepted the invitation but the whole gay roommate and sex part she wasn’t entirely tuned into. In fact she didn’t even know that Tim was coming with.
Saturday came, the big day of the barbeque, Albert talked to Scott and Eddy about what to bring and decided that beer is something you can never have too much of. So Al is to bring that to the party along with a friend, or two. The party is actually to be hosted by Scott and his girlfriend. May was going to meet Tim and Al at their place at six and then they were all going to take Tim’s car over there. Tim and Al had to play it cool in front of his team mates, Tim had never met them before. So the jealousy factor was never set into play. May was late, but not considerably as a matter of fact, her elevator got stuck she said, “They’re still working out all the kinks.” When she arrived Tim didn’t try to act straight, Al had told him that they’re suppose to be other gay people at the party, besides why compromise yourself for others.
They all piled into Tim’s faded blue Volvo that he had parked out front, May had brought cupcakes, and Albert had realized that he had asked a straight woman on a date without asking her profession or much else about her. She explained that she owned her own bakery, “That’s why I brought these,” May held up the whicker basket of assorted baked goods, “I thought everyone would like them.” The boys exchanged glances through the rear view mirror. Tim drove because it was his car but Al was a gentlemen and a Nelly bottom and sat in the back. The woman had obviously not been to many barbeques, she was new in town, and Al had felt good about inviting her.
Tim didn’t expect it, but Albert turned out to be the biggest backseat driver he had ever encountered. Though he was a much better help than May who just stared at the clouds and every so often try to convince you it was an animal. Tim had to convince Al that they had arrived, they this was the correct house when they pulled up to the house about a dozen times. Only a few cars were outside but smoke was billowing over the side, Al rolled down his window, “It smells like meat to me,” He inwardly giggled and thought of the other white meat he had eaten earlier that day and what he would be eating later.
“Smells like a barbeque to me,” May said.
“Told you this was the right place,” Tim said smugly.
They all got out of the car to stretch their legs; it had been a forty five minute drive from Tim’s apartment because of a backup on the highway. Tim and Al unloaded the beer from the trunk and brought it inside where there Tim met a ton of ball players; Al hardly knew any of them. May was talking up a storm introducing herself as the “Muffin Lady,” to anyone she walked past. She handed everyone a muffin and tried to find the boys again. They weren’t too worried about her, she was a big girl, and she brought food, you can’t really go wrong with that. About halfway through the meet and greet Al got wind that Eddy and Scottie hadn’t been seen for a while.
“I hope it’s not a repeat of last year’s Christ- I mean Holiday party, when the two of them… yeah know? In the locker room and they’ve been really weird ever since.” Albert over heard this from a player he hadn’t met, J.D.
“Yeah, well I heard they went out for more beers, but I found a case over there an hour ago,” another one said.
Albert didn’t know what to think, but all these people were starting to make him nervous and they hadn’t seen May for a while. “How about we get a drink?”
“I think they said they were over here.” Tim said, leading Al over into a dark hallway.
“Hey, are we supposed to be over here, this isn’t our place, we could get caught.” Albert worried about getting caught.
“Who cares, those other guys on your team are screwing, why can’t we?” Tim said. “I’ve even got condoms,” He kissed Al’s neck, Al got goose bumps.
“No, not here, I’m supposed to be professional,” Al pushed Tim away.
“Hey, that’s not fair; I’m not on the team.” A sudden thud from behind them startled the both of them, “Did you hear that?”
“Yea, what was it?” Albert asked anxiously.
“Can I see through walls?” Tim joked. “Let’s go see what it is.”
The two talked it over and decided that whatever it was will probably get scared it they opened the door, so they were real quiet. “No talking,” said Tim. “We have to find out what’s going on behind there. It sounds like a gerbil on crack,” Albert looked at Tim as if he was out of his mind, “Don’t ask, summer camp that year was just more than anyone would ever want to know.”
“Anyway,” said Al. “We’ll open the door real slow and not say anything,” he paused, “One, two,” The knob squeaked. “Three,” the door was ajar and behind it was the most amazing thing the two had ever been a witness to. There with his pants around his ankles screaming with pleasure was “Mr. Top” himself getting anally pleasured by his very good friend Scott, the anti-top.
Albert cleared his throat so that all of Missouri could hear it, “Hello, boys, I was just showing my friend Tim around and this was one of the stops that another one of my buddies Scott told me I couldn’t pass up.” Albert didn’t sound smug when he said that he just wanted to make it clear that everyone on the team knew about Eddy and Scottie’s fling, or more or less extra curricular practice sessions.
Eddy couldn’t help himself, he was still knelt on the ground and Scott had his member inside of him. He screamed even louder than before, he screamed through the discomfort, while Scott tried to hide himself, Eddy felt that he would rather put on a live porn show than not get himself off. Albert suggested that he left but it didn’t take long before Eddy made a mess of himself all over the tile floors. Albert and Tim left, and closed the door behind them.
“So what did you learn?” Tim asked.
“Always knock, always.” Albert said. “I could use another beer too.”
“You know drinking won’t get that mental image out of your head,” Tim reminded him.
“I don’t plan on it leaving me; I just want something to stop the swelling.”
“Oh, come on you know you liked it.” Tim teased.
“Oh, alright, I would tap that.” Albert smiled and took another drink.
Not long after that, most of the guys at this “barbeque” were naked and chasing each around playing a game dubbed, “Chicken Fuck,” while most of the team was admittingly straight, a lot of the team was just that competitive to do just about anything as long as it was in game form. “Chicken Fuck” is simple enough, two or more team members make passes at one another until one of them is too chicken to follow through. Thus the game being dubbed Chicken Fuck, this being Al’s first baseball barbeque he didn’t know of such game but he was excused of play because of the note his boyfriend Tim wrote in cum for him.
Tim and Al learned that not a lot of grilling gets done at these things that it is pretty much an excuse to get wasted and play Chicken Fuck. The barbeques are always held in huge houses out in the middle of no where because of their game, it leaves people naked and in strange positions besides the countless rules that involve animal noises. Needless to say there were fifty plus naked guys on Scott’s lawn that Sunday morning and only half of them remembering driving there the day before.