Frank and Kyle: Baseball Game Part 01

Prologue

Dustin crossed his arms. His body leaned more into the car’s seat. “C’mon bud,” his dad tried to sound enthusiastic but it only sounded condescending. Kurt barely knew anything about his son. It was an every other weekend thing if he was lucky. And even if they were to spend time together, he barely knew anything about him. And at 18 there wasn’t really any reason for Dustin to spend time with Kurt, outside of his mother told him to.

“I don’t even like baseball,” Dustin grunted. His feet had gone to the dashboard and eyes were locked onto his phone.

“I know…” Kurt felt the pang of embarrassment rush through him. He’d not even thought about inviting Dustin until his boss said that he should. And there weren’t too many other people who Kurt knew who could go at such short notice. But his boss insisted, saying that Dustin would agree.

“Just be happy that Sam was coming to see mom today. Otherwise I wouldn’t have done it. Okay?”

“Okay,” Kurt answered. Again his stomach fell into knots, knowing his ex wife was able to get all kinds of dates on what seemed like a whim, while he struggled to pay for them. “At least he’s got a son about your age. Maybe you guys can get along.”

“Sure,” Dustin dismissed. He focused on his phone for the rest of the drive. Even when they got out of the car, Dustin’s face was buried in his phone.

Kurt tried to act like everything was normal. “Hey there Frank,” he pulled out his chipper personality for his boss. The big guy’s eyes focused on Kurt almost instantly and a smile filled his face.

“Hey! Glad you and your son could make it,” Frank extended his hand for Kurt. The difference was amazing. Kurt was by no means a small man. Working at the repair shop he had to develop a sort of toughness from moving metal and being able to twist off rusted bolts. But still it was always impressive just how big Frank was compared to him. Friendly too, as the handshake turned into a hug. “This your boy?”

“It is,” Kurt struggled out of the other man’s grasp. “Dustin say, ‘hi.’”

For a moment Dustin looked up from his phone. His eyes narrowed, and dipped back down to his phone. “Hey,” he mumbled out the greeting.

Kurt felt the discomfort from how off putting his son was being. “So… Where are we sitting?” He tried to change the subject.

“They’re kind of near the nose bleeds but not that bad. We’ll still be able to see everything, be under the covering of the stands above us and maybe catch a homerun,” Kyle answered for his dad. Kurt felt his eyes go wide at the massive guy with the sleeves of the baseball jersey torn off his shoulders to show off his very impressive arms. Though, it looked more like he would have torn the entire thing off if he didn’t have to wear it. But then there was the way his boyfriend was hanging onto his side as though he might rip off the clothes for him.

“Really? I thought you would have wanted a private box,” Frank answered. 

“You did buy the tickets right?” Kurt asked. The way they were talking it almost sounded like they hadn’t.

“Of course I did,” Frank laughed. He showed them the tickets. “One for each of us.”

“Right…” Kurt answered. For a second he wasn’t sure where they came from. It was like they just appeared in his hand. He shook his head, unsure what he was thinking. 

The five of them started in towards the stadium, easily passing the security checks. The guards marveled at Frank and Kyle’s size, but tried to keep themselves professional. It was hard not to gawk at such tall and imposing figures though. Both were nearing seven feet tall and could have weighed around 400 pounds. Almost all of it being muscle. If the guards had any problems with them, it would take nearly all of them at once to be able to really do anything.

But Frank and Kyle just smiled. Off putting any discomfort they might have had. That was who they were, friendly giants. Kurt tried to pace himself with Frank, but needed to take a few quick steps to really keep up. “Sorry about Dustin…” he said. It was a little out of breath.

“Huh?” Frank looked back to see Kyle nearly carrying his boyfriend Jeremy, while Dustin stayed on his phone even further back. “Oh right… Don’t worry about it. Kyle will make sure he has a good day.”

“Yeah, but--”

“Hey Kyle you go find our seats. Me and Kurt are going to check out the snack bar. Okay?”

“Sure thing dad,” Kyle said.

Dustin

“If you stay on your phone much longer, your battery’s going to die…” Kyle warned.

Dustin felt his eyes roll but then looked up at the top of the screen to see it was already down to 15% battery life. “No way… I charged it this morning.”

“Probably didn’t plug it all the way in,” Jeremy answered. “That happens to me all the time…”

“Only whenever you’re not paying enough attention to me,” Kyle nuzzled his hairy face against his boyfriend. It was followed by an uncontrolled, ‘Ugh’ and roll of the eyes from Dustin. “Jealous?”

“Oh please… Like I’d be jealous,” Dustin dismissed.

“Yeah, jealous,” Kyle said.

“Definitely jealous,” Jeremy added. 

Dustin felt himself shift in his seat. “Whatever,” he tried to dismiss again but it didn’t come off as convincingly. It was just hard to look away as Kyle’s wide shoulders and thick arm was invading his area. He leaned closer to the other side of the seat, but still felt like his space was being invaded.

“You think it’s cause of my size or cause I have such a cute little boyfriend?” Kyle asked.

“Hmm…” Jeremy put his finger up to his lips not wanting to answer too quickly. “Can I say both?”

“You can,” Kyle laughed and pulled Jeremy even closer.

“Like hell I am,” Dustin grumbled. He paused, almost realizing that Kyle was just playing around with him and he probably shouldn’t piss a guy like that off. Not because it depended on his father’s job or anything, but just because he didn’t have any recourse if Kyle was to get mad at him.

However, he didn’t look mad at all. If anything there was a strange grin on his face. Almost like he was trying to think of some kind of devastating retort. “I guess you’re right, having a body like mine really wouldn’t suit him well for baseball,” Kyle shrugged his shoulders after saying such a matter of fact statement. 

“Baseball?” Dustin felt himself ask. “How do you know I want to play baseball?” He wasn’t one who was really built for it. Sure he had his dad’s build but without the proper diet and exercise it was far flabbier and unrefined than he’d ever need to actually play. Other guys were stronger, faster and overall better than he was but he’d given up on that a while ago.

“Ummm… Besides your phone case, the apps on your phone, the jersey and hat you're wearing, or how often you post about it on FaceSpace,” Kyle rattled off. Dustin felt a bit embarrassed for a second as he realized just how much he’d decked himself out this morning for the baseball game. Even if it was with his father, he still wanted to enjoy it. “My dad said something about your dad saying you were really going for a baseball scholarship.”

“Oh…” Dustin looked down at his phone to see the logo on the back of it. It’d cost him about $50 but he thought it was worth it. “Right.”

“Did he get it?” Jeremy asked.

“You should probably ask him,” Kyle laughed. “But I’m sure he did. What? You’ve been playing since you were about 6 and training every day to be the best. And it shows.”

“I mean…” Dustin felt his chest puff out at the complement. The fat underneath his jersey seemed to be pulling back while his muscles pushed back out. “Thanks,” a slight smile filled the corner of his mouth.

“Of course it shows!” Jeremy shouted louder than he should have. “Just look at that body… Could probably be out there now if he wanted to.”

“Probably… But he’s still a bit young. And cocky. Let him go to college first and then he’ll grow up a little,” Kyle said.

“Fuck you dude,” Dustin felt himself say. It just came out, but felt so natural as well.

“You’re thinking about it,” Kyle smirked back.

Dustin felt his face flush as he imagined the giant without any clothes on. He’d seen enough of the other guys in the locker room, but Kyle was just so much bigger. His imagination seemed to fill in the gaps to see those large round asscheeks pointed towards Dustin’s body while Kyle went down to pull up his jock strap. “NO!” Dustin nearly shouted. 

“Course you're not. We all know you’re a catcher,” Kyle said. 

Again, Kyle’s naked body filled his mind but this time from the front. Dustin barely came up to the other man’s shoulders but he couldn’t help but drink in the amazingly powerful muscles in front of him. Even with the baseball jersey currently covering up those hard pecs and six pack abs, he could still see just how powerful they were. His imagination only drifted downward at the thought of that cock jammed into the little amount of fabric. A hefty wad of meat could barely be contained by something so girthy. 

Dustin’s face flushed red as he pushed himself into the far side of his seat again. Kyle looked down at him with a bit more of a comforting smile. “C’mon man. No need to be ashamed about it. When you get to college you’ll be surprised how many of the guys are into it. Right?” Kyle poked at his boyfriend.

“Right!” Jeremy  said.

“But… But…” Dustin felt the images enter his mind even more. All the pictures of the pros in the locker room with barely any clothes on was something he’d never wanted to admit how much he liked looking at. ‘It’s just cause they’re pros’ or ‘That’s what I’ll be someday,’ were the reasons he told the other guys why he’d have posters of their nearly naked bodies up on his walls. “It’s not like that.”

“I think he’s still embarrassed,” Jeremy said. His body was leaning over Kyle’s as he looked at Dustin.

“I think you’re right,” Kyle added. “But it’s gotta be hard to be so serious all the time to let yourself go. Even if you wear a jock all the time just in case.” Dustin wanted to protest but could feel the breezy air in his behind. “Lighten up a bit. You can be a big strong jock and still love to bottom. They’re not exclusive. What kind of guys do you like? Someone bigger and stronger or someone smaller than you?”

“I… I don’t li…” Dustin tried to protest even more but the way Kyle was describing everything and how Jeremy may as well have been groping Kyle’s large muscular body was making it hard to deny anything. 

“I think he likes littler guys on top!” Jeremy answered. 

“Of course you would,” Kyle poked at Jeremy’s side. “But you might be right. Big strong guy likes to act confident and alpha in front of the other jocks but then in private has his little dom ordering him around doing everything he says. Just think about if you were to try that to me.” He tossed Jeremy onto his lap. “If we ever swapped roles, you’d try to act all tough and I’d have to be your little bitch.”

Dustin bit his bottom lip imagining it. He could almost feel his body bent over one of the benches in the locker room with his ass fully exposed as some little dork was about to plow it. His legs squeezed together, trying to fight off the temptation but he was slowly giving in.

“Ya? And I’d totally whip you into shape. Make sure you did 100 push ups and 100 sit ups. And then really make you sweat,” Jeremy added to the fantasy.

“You think you could make me do that?” Kyle buried his bearded face into Jeremy’s neck, force the small guy to let out a series of giggles and laughs came out of him as he struggled to break free from the giant’s grasp. 

“Oh God…” Jeremy felt his body react to the sounds. He wanted to be like that. He wanted someone to hold him down. And being next to these two had activated that imagination enough for him. His dick fired into his jock and body jerked. Embarrassment flooded his mind as he realized what he’d done. “Shit…” he cursed. Nipples growing hard as he felt the high slowly drift away from him.

“Guess we’re too much for him,” Kyle said.

“Guess so…” Jeremy looked down at the wet spot starting to poke through the joke. 

Kyle leaned in and spoke quietly. “If you go to the bathroom now, no one will notice. Act natural and no one will even have a reason to look. Okay? Just get yourself cleaned up and we’ll make an excuse for you if our dads get back.”

In Dustin’s mind he was still trying to fight the feelings he was having but the discomfort of the wet spot was far worse. “Ok,” he jumped up and rushed off to the nearest bathroom.

Jeremy watched his muscular ass bounce as Dustin rushed away. “You window shopping?” Kyle poked at his side again.

“What? Now you’re jealous?” he shot back.

“Well, he does have a really nice ass. Big round globes that bounce whenever he walks…” Kyle acted like he was thinking about it.

“Hey!” Jeremy tried to hit his boyfriend. “You’re not supposed to notice!”

“I surrender. I surrender,” Kyle held up his arms in defense. “But it’s hard not to.”

“I know…” Jeremy said. “You think he’ll find a boyfriend?”

“Oh he will. When he’s in college he’ll find the a soft spoken guy who’s an absolute beast in bed, and then love every minute of it,” Kyle said.