Chapter 12: Baseball Pretty Boy
“Ding Dong”
“Hello, is Andy home?”
That morning both my roommates had gone out, and I was alone at home reading when Kenji suddenly appeared at the door. Kenji is my roommate Andy’s friend, a Japanese pretty boy. He often comes over to hang out with Andy. With his handsome face and height just over 1.7 meters, it’s hard to believe he’s the same age as me.
Kenji was standing at the door holding a lunchbox, wearing a baseball uniform with red knee-high socks and grayish-white sneakers. His uniform fit perfectly, highlighting his figure.
Looking at the attractive young man in front of me, my cock instantly got hard.
Since I was lounging at home with nothing to do, I was shirtless and only wearing shorts. Luckily, my underwear kept my cock tightly wrapped, so even though it got hard, it probably wasn’t too obvious.
“He just went out. What do you need him for?”
“Oh, I made some xxx and thought I’d bring some for him to try.” He said a word that sounded Japanese, probably the name of the food in his hands, but since I don’t understand Japanese, I was completely confused.
Seeing my reaction, he continued explaining on his own, “Have you tried xxx before? You should try it sometime, it’s really delicious and easy to make! You just…” He kept rambling about his family’s secret recipe, but I was only half-listening, my mind filled with fantasies of the pretty boy lying naked on my bed, legs lifted as I thrust into him.
“Well, if he’s not here, could you pass this to him for me?” He handed me the lunchbox.
Overcome with lust, I suddenly grew bolder. After thinking for a moment, I said, “If you’re free, why not come in and wait for him?”
“Um… okay then. Sorry, I came right after playing baseball, so I probably smell like sweat.” He said awkwardly as he walked inside.
“Haha, no worries. Andy runs around the house sweating after playing ball every day, I’m used to it.”
As we talked, we sat down on the living room sofa.
Kenji is a regular at our place, but we’re not that close. Besides occasional small talk, he mostly plays games or practices guitar with Andy. We started chatting casually on the sofa. I learned that he and Andy are classmates in the same major and became friends because they both love baseball.
Andy is a total straight guy who brings girls home to stay over every now and then, but my gut told me Kenji wasn’t so straight. That became clear from how he kept stealing glances at my bare chest.
Kenji, a freshman, still acted like a kid, getting excited whenever the topic turned to something he liked. I deliberately steered the conversation toward relationships and sex. It was easy—freshmen are like birds let out of a cage, getting excited about anything sexual and showing no restraint in front of peers.
“So how’s your freshman year been so far? Have you joined any clubs or fraternities?”
“I’m in the xx fraternity. It’s a professional fraternity aimed at med school.” Besides the mainstream fraternities, there are many themed ones, some for specific groups like Black fraternities, Asian or Pacific Islander fraternities, etc. Kenji’s is one of the themed ones, mainly for undergrads planning to apply to med school. Looks like Kenji is aiming for medicine too.
“Is your fraternity like Nathan’s? They throw mixers all the time and never run out of girls to sleep with.” Nathan had run into Kenji a few times when coming over to fuck, so they knew each other.
“Ours is different. The pre-med guys are always buried in the library, haha.” Pre-med refers to undergrads like Kenji majoring in fields that prepare them for med school.
“Sounds boring, haha. Do you have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend?” I deliberately winked when saying “boyfriend” and gave him a mischievous grin.
“No. My family is really strict. In high school they wouldn’t even let me date, saying girls would distract me and that I should focus on studying and practicing music to get scholarships.” He casually dodged the question, which only confirmed to me that he wasn’t straight. But I figured I needed to be more direct.
“Hey, I’m all too familiar with that kind of family. Mine’s the same. But once you’re in college, they can’t control you anymore—you’re free.” I smiled at him and subconsciously adjusted my underwear. He clearly noticed and his handsome face flushed red.
“Haha, what about you? Are you seeing anyone?”
“You know I’m gay, right? You’ve met Nathan.”
“Yeah, is Nathan your boyfriend?”
“No, we’re just fuck buddies. I’m still single.”
“Oh, how did you two meet?” He seemed uncomfortable with the concept of fuck buddies but continued awkwardly.
“Gym.”
“Really? People actually hook up at the gym? I thought that only happened in porn.”
“It’s all about opportunity.” As I spoke, I stared straight into his eyes. During the conversation I had slowly inched closer, and now we were sitting almost shoulder to shoulder. His faint scent of sweat drifted toward me, and the warmth of his body radiated onto my bare shoulder, making my lower body stir.
He stared back at me blankly. Sensing the moment was right, I closed my eyes and slowly leaned in for a kiss. This was the first time I’d been so bold. My heart raced—not only from the excitement of possible physical contact, but also from nerves. I felt confident, but what if he wasn’t into guys?
In the next instant, my lips met his soft ones. I kissed him tentatively and was delighted to find he didn’t pull away—instead, he responded to my advance.
With his approval, I grew bolder. My tongue slipped into his warm mouth while my hands gripped his slim waist through his uniform. I could feel his body tense. Unlike my ex or experienced fuck buddies, this shy young man stirred a strong possessive urge in me—I wanted to push him down on the bed.
“Want to go to my room?” I whispered into his ear, one hand still on his waist, not giving him a chance to say no. He nodded slightly. I quickly adjusted my now-swollen cock in my underwear, winked at him mischievously, and took his hand, leading him to my room.
As soon as we entered, I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top, kissing him hard. One hand pulled his shirt out from his pants and slipped underneath. Beneath his slim appearance was a surprisingly solid body. I ran my hand up along his abs and easily found his already erect nipples.
While playing with his nipples, I greedily swirled my tongue inside his mouth. I was completely in control, like a horny dog desperate to claim him. Just imagining my hot cock shooting inside his ass made me leak.
Underneath me, Kenji couldn’t help but moan, his body trembling with excitement.
After toying with his nipples, my hand slid down his lower abdomen, roughly unbuckled his belt, and pulled his baseball pants down. What appeared before me was a pair of white jockstraps with a cup lifting the pouch, beneath which his hard cock strained.