1. One Thousand Apologies - Part 1 (censored)


    Date: 3/1/2016, Categories: True Story, Erotica, Incest, Masturbation, Rape, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Joe Long, Rating: 79.3, Source: sexstories.com

    I still carry in my heart. Truth is, a lot of the school work sounded easy in class, so I rarely wrote anything down, but that could create too much stuff floating in my head. I was also pretty much obsessive/compulsive, as I could have overwhelming urges to follow through on whatever had my interest at the moment, while also having anxiety attacks as a way of avoiding the situations where I was not confident of success. I did manage to save some money, with mom subsidizing me on the side, and got back to baseball after 12th grade had finished. Not that I had many expenses – in all of high school I had only dated one girl, for two months during my senior year (not including the two I had obsessively stalked between 7th and 10th grades.) I had my driver’s license at sixteen, but didn’t drive until I started college. I might have gone to school out of town, but it cost less to live at home and commute to campus (as dad wasn’t paying for any of it.). All I needed was gas money (dad did pay for the car insurance) and a little for snacks or entertainment (which of course would be higher if I ever had to pay for a girl as well.) Dave’s mom and sisters had made a habit of attending all his games, whenever possible (I’m sure the girls liked to check out the other players.) Doc would come to a few that summer, but he was usually busy with rounds at the hospital. Aunt Tess also lined up her own job helping to take care of the old folks in the home (one that didn’t require a college, ...
    or even high school degree) but she had to work shifts so there were times when I might be needed to provide rides. Dave had his tryout, and as expected was snatched up by the 6th place team. We got a laugh that I was playing for Pepsi-Cola, and Dave was playing for Coca-Cola. I hadn’t seen him play before, but at six-four he was a good size for a left handed pitcher, with a fairly good fastball, a wicked curve, and a very deceptive pick off move. I didn’t have all those tools, but did well enough for myself. At five-nine and a hundred fifty pounds I was very average in stature but had a good arm and years of walking, running and biking (things you do when you don’t have a car yet) let me develop very strong thighs, which gave me what I reckon now was a mid to upper 80’s fastball (no radar guns at our level in those days). It looked like a might have been a hitting prospect as a sixteen year old rookie, but missing that next year had done something to my timing, as ever after I struggled to make contact in the batter’s box. So there I was, an undersized right handed pitcher (well, it did work for Flash Gordon). With eight teams in our league there were four games each night, two played at 6 p.m. at a variety of outlying parks or high schools, and two (starting at 6) were scheduled as a double header at the downtown stadium. It was cool playing under the lights, and during the post-season tournament they could fit almost 15,000 people into the place. It was an old minor league ...
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