“Are you sure that you’re okay playing softball and not baseball?” I didn’t really want to ask, but I thought it was an important question.

Blake said, “I’ve learned a really important lesson. No, it’s not just really important. It’s huge. It’s not so much the game itself, Ian. It’s the people that play the game. That’s what makes the game complete.”

We were eating dinner out in our favorite neighborhood Italian restaurant. I said, “I still can’t believe they said what they said to you in the baseball game. That is truly awful.”

He sighed. “And I fell into the trap. I saw it coming. I knew that it would only get worse, but I was enticed by the fact that it was baseball. Now, the important thing to remember is that it wasn’t the fault of the game either. Both baseball and softball are great games, but the people that play them can be very different from each other.”

I reached under the table and placed my hand on Blake’s thigh. I asked, “Have I told you how happy I am that we’re back together, Blake?”

He grinned and said, “Only about five or six times.”

I laughed and asked, “Am I really that bad?”

“You’re not bad at all. In fact, I think it’s kind of perfect. I feel like I was just gone away on a trip for awhile. I guess in some ways I was. At least my head was gone on a trip. How was the date with Marshall?”

My mouth dropped open. “How do you know about that?”

He laughed softly and said, “Reggie likes to share.”

I said, “I’m so sorry about the date with Marshall. That was me at my craziest while you were gone. I was so lucky that he turned out to be a perfect gentleman.”

Blake slowly shook his head and said, “Don’t worry about it. I was starting to wonder if I should find somebody, too. It seemed like we had such a huge wall between us built right down the middle of the driveway or something. Reggie said you and Marshall didn’t do anything together.” Then Blake leaned in close to me and asked, “Did you?”

I shook my head. “I didn’t even get to see any more than what all of the rest of you see on the softball field. I didn’t get a kiss goodnight.”

Blake leaned close to me and we gave each other a quick kiss. I squeezed his thigh and let my fingers move an inch or two further up his leg. He said, “Just don’t get us thrown out of the restaurant. I’m hungry.”

We both ordered spaghetti, and I suggested that we try the classic Lady and the Tramp scene eating each end of the noodle, but Blake shook his head. He said, “Let’s just imagine it and sometime we can try it at home.”

I couldn’t wait to get home from dinner. We decided to go to my house, and Blake followed me to the kitchen door leaning up against my back and exhaling on to my neck. I fumbled with the keys and finally got the right one in the lock. It turned and the door opened. Blake stepped forward pushing me into the house, and he shut the door behind us.

He sighed heavily and said, “I’ve been waiting weeks for this.”

I was backed up against the sink when his lips pressed hard against mine. He pushed his hand between us and closed his fingers tight around my already throbbing cock while his tongue pushed between my lips. Blake was taking complete control, and I was ecstatic about letting him have it.

We left a trail of clothing through the kitchen and across the living room. We didn’t make it up the stairs. Instead we both landed naked on the sofa. I was lying on my back and smiled up at the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. I asked, “Do you need help fucking me this time?”

He laughed and said, “I think I’ve got it.” Blake reached down to his jeans lying on the floor and pulled out a condom. Within seconds he was ready, and I was more than ready.

I pulled my legs apart and back toward my chest while staring at Blake’s body. His smooth skin covered sculpted muscle and those dark eyes smoldered with desire. I gasped with surprise when he stuck his index finger into his mouth slowly drawing it forward and back moistening it, and then he traced a slow circle with the tip around my hole.

I pushed my head back into the arm of the sofa breathing hard. Then the fingertip pushed inside me. His cock was hard and pressed up against his belly while he slowly worked the finger deep inside. Blake growled, “Open your eyes, Ian.”

I followed his instructions and watched as he gripped his cock in one slowly stroking hand and he found the knob deep inside me with the index finger of the other. I squirmed beneath him and let out a deep, guttural moan.

“Fuck, Blake…I want your cock…please.” I thrashed as he massaged with his fingertip. I was worried I was going to cum before he ever got his cock inside.

His deep-throated growl was the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I watched as Blake pulled the finger out and then lined up the head of his cock. I gripped the sofa with both hands and met his thrusts.

We both yelled out when he pushed inside. Blake gripped my thighs tight in his big hands while his cock slowly pushed deeper. It felt like he was filling my entire body, and I wanted him to go even deeper.

Then he began to rock slowly forward and back. It didn’t take us long. I don’t know how many times he jerked himself off thinking of getting back to this moment, but for me I did it so often that I lost count.

We were both on the edge, and Blake led the way. He wrapped his fingers around my stiff cock and in a few short minutes we were both riding the edge. He whispered in a deep, rumbling voice, “Cum with me, Ian. Cum with me now.”

It was all the encouragement that I needed. I howled as my cock erupted, and then Blake yelled out, too. A roar went up between us as both of our bodies shuddered in climax.

We never made it to bed that night. I woke up at 6:00 a.m. wrapped tight in Blake’s arms on the sofa. It was the only place that I wanted to be. I leaned back and nestled against him rubbing my fingers along his arm. In a few short minutes I was back asleep.

When we finally rolled off the sofa, I suggested that I make breakfast for both of us. Blake whispered in my ear, “I want you to do it naked.”

I said, “I’ve never done that before.”

He replied, “There’s a first time for everything.”

As I stood at the stove scrambling eggs in the pan with Blake’s half hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks and his lips pressed against the side of my neck, I knew the future was going to be outstanding regardless of what would come our way as long as we were together.