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A Horse In The Dugout by jallen944 "No. Let's go someplace so I can teach this
boy how to kiss right," Iris said, smiling at Ethan. "Iris, are you crazy?"
Maria said. "You have a boyfriend. You can't go make out with another guy."
"Jesus, Maria, relax. Bobby won't mind as long as he doesn't know." "I think I
know a place," Darien said. He started the car. "I got a bottle of vodka in the
trunk, too. We can get ripped." "A bottle of what?" Ethan said. Iris snickered
and leaned closer. "Get me drunk and you're halfway there, dude," she said.
Darien drove across town to Lathrup Park, a softball field by the railroad
tracks. In the parking lot were only a couple of other cars. In one was a man
and a woman. The other car was empty. Darien parked facing west, where the sun
was turning a rich orange and touched the tops of the trees. He got out, opened
the trunk and came back with a bottle in a brown paper bag. He twisted off the
cap, took a quick sip and passed it back to Ethan. "Enjoy, just don't drink it
all," he said. Ethan sniffed the open end. It smelled like the alcohol Mom kept
in the medicine cabinet. He sipped and coughed. The stuff was awful. "Give it
here," Iris said with a laugh. She snatched the bottle from his hand and tilted
it to her lips. She swallowed a couple of times, lowered the bottle and licked
her lips. "That's good," she said and handed the bottle to Darien. "My brother
got it for me," he said. "He's pretty cool. He'll do anything for me." He took
another drink. Maria just watched, no expression on her face. Ethan wondered
what she was thinking. He took the bottle from Darien again, held his breath and
took a sip. It was still awful and he coughed. "Dude, you gotta learn how to
drink. You can't be a part of the team if you can't hold your liquor," Darien
said. "I know," Ethan said, and wiped his mouth. His eyes teared up. He didn't
want Darien to see that he didn't really know what he meant. Iris drank as much
as Darien every time the bottle came around. Maria drank none, and her
expression never changed. Ethan tilted the bottle to his mouth and let a little
more pour down his throat. It burned, but he swallowed and fought the urge to
cough. He didn't want Darien to think he was a wimp. Iris finished the bottle in
a few big gulps. Her cheeks had a red glow and she was smiling like she had
heard something very funny. She grabbed Ethan's hand. "Come on, let's go over to
that picnic table. I wanna show you how to make out," she said. They all climbed
out of the car and crossed the parking lot to the picnic table on the grass.
Ethan walked behind everyone, hoping they wouldn't notice the bulge in his
jeans. Iris kept trying to look at it, but he hid it with his hands. She sat
with him on one side of the table. Darien and Maria sat on the other side. "You
wanna kiss me?" Iris said. "Yeah." She scooted close to him on the seat and
turned herself sideways. "First, you gotta go slow, right?" she said. Ethan
nodded. Her lips were puffy and moist. She licked them again as if to make sure.
He couldn't wait to feel them pressing against his own lips. He closed his eyes
and leaned toward her. Their lips touched, softly at first, and he pressed
harder. He remembered her instructions to go slow, but he wasn't sure what he
was supposed to do slowly, especially when he was ready to explode. He stuck his
tongue out and touched her lips. Iris pulled back. "Not yet. Remember, go slow,"
she said. She touched the soft, fleshy area at the corner of her mouth. "Kiss me
here." Ethan touched his lips to the area where she pointed. Her finger moved
down to her neck beneath her chin. "Now kiss me here." Ethan tilted his head to
the side and kissed Iris' neck where her finger pointed. She gasped. "Here," she
whispered, pointing to her neck behind her ear. Ethan brushed her hair aside,
turned her head in both hands, and touched his lips to her neck, letting them
linger on the warm, soft skin by her ear. Iris sighed. Her trembling hands
touched his chest. "You're gonna do just fine," she said. "Now put your tongue
in my mouth." She turned her chin up slightly and her lips parted. Ethan glanced
at Darien and Maria. They were watching intently, both with sly smiles. He
leaned forward until his lips touched Iris'. He let them part and poked his
tongue out, remembering to go slow. His tongue touched her lips. They parted
wider. His tongue pushed deeper, touched her teeth, and found her tongue. Iris
moaned. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his chest. Ethan slipped his arm
around her waist and her back arched. She was soft around the middle. He longed
to put his hand on her chest to feel the softness of her large boobs, but he
resisted out of fear. She might not want him to touch her there, and if he made
her mad she might not let him kiss her anymore. Their lips ground against each
other's and his tongue twirled with her's in her mouth. She finally pulled away,
panting. Ethan wiped the saliva from around his mouth. He was breathing hard, as
well, and his heart was pounding. "That's pretty good, yeah," Iris said between
deep breaths. "Dude, when you're making out, you gotta grab for her tits, like
this," Darien said. He leaned over to kiss Maria with his lips puckered. His
hands grabbed the swollen mounds at the front of her sweater. Maria shrieked and
slapped at his hands. "Darien, stop it. Someone's going to see us," she said,
squealing with laughter. Darien looked around and pointed at the parked car.
"Who, them? They're making out. What the hell do they care?" "That's not the
point." "That is the point," Darien said. He locked his lips on Maria's, held
her around the waist with one arm to keep her still, and molded her breasts in
his other hand. Maria squirmed, but could not get away. Ethan looked at Iris.
Her fingers pinched his nipples through his shirt. She was looking up at him
with wide eyes and a playful grin. "You can touch mine, if you want," she said
in a whisper, and stuck out her chest. Ethan's nervous hands shook. He brought
them up from around Iris' waist and they hovered over her large breasts. He
touched her and squeezed. Her soft flesh yielded under his fingers. Iris moaned
and closed her eyes. Ethan kissed her again. Their lips smacked. Iris' hand
drifted down his front to his lap and settled on the hard ridge in the leg of
his jeans. Her fingers moved from the base to the head and squeezed. Ethan
groaned in her mouth and kissed her deeper. "Jesus, Ethan, don't swallow her,"
Darien said. Ethan broke away quickly and blushed. He couldn't look Darien in
the face. "You don't have to eat a chick to prove what a man you are," Darien
said. "Well, he might," Iris said. She stared down at his lap, where her hand
stroked his erection. "But probably not this one." She motioned to Maria and
they leaned over the table. Iris whispered something in her ear. Maria giggled.
"What?" Ethan said. Maria's eyes looked at Ethan sideways, and she was grinning.
She whispered something in Darien's ear. He laughed. "What?" Ethan said. "She
said you got a big hard-on," Darien said, still laughing. "I said this poor
kid's got a boner my brother would kill for," Iris said. "Who's your brother?"
"Charlie. Charlie Garner. You know him, don't you?" Ethan shook his head. "He's
the fag," Darien said. Iris made a cross face and swiped at him, but he simply
leaned away. "He's not a fag, he's just gay," she said. "What do you think fag
means?" "What does it mean?" Ethan said. They all stared at him with blank
faces. They looked at each other like they couldn't believe what he just said.
"Means he likes to fuck guys." "Don't be so crude," Maria said, with a disgusted
face. "There's nothing wrong with being gay," Iris said. She stuck her chin out
like she was ready to fight. Darien's face turned sour, like he had a bad taste
in his mouth and was looking for a place to spit. "Yeah there is. It's sick," he
said. The table became quiet. Ethan couldn't think of what to say. He tried to
imagine how two guys could have sex with each other and could not see how it was
possible. He wanted to ask Darien to explain, but not if he hated it so much.
Besides, he didn't want to look more dumb than he already did. "I don't think
it's sick. I think it's kinky," Maria said. She and Iris giggled. Darien looked
at her with a disgusted face. "You're sick, too." "No I'm not. I'd like to watch
two guys doing it with each other." "Oh God," Darien said. "Not me. Watching two
guys fuck does not turn me on," Iris said. They all looked at Ethan. "What?" he
said, and they laughed. "I bet you'd like to watch two girls get it on, wouldn't
you?" Iris said. "Most guys do," Maria said. "Hell yeah, two hot chicks, nothing
better," Darien said. Ethan looked from one to the other, trying to figure out
what they were talking about. No image formed in his mind except something with
two girls sitting on a bed, naked, touching each other and kissing. His back
straightened. "What about me and Maria?" Iris said, and the girls giggled. "No
way. No girlfriend of mine is into that kind of shit," Darien said. He held his
arm across the table, as if to shield Maria from an assault. "Why don't you pay
attention to my boy over here?" Iris looked at Ethan, from his face to his lap.
"What do you want me to do?" "Why don't you jerk him off?" Darien said. "Right
here?" Ethan said, looking around. Maria gasped. "Darien, are you crazy?" "Come
on, I dare you," Darien said, grinning at Iris. She smirked. "Why don't I just
give him a blowjob?" "A blowjob?" Ethan said. His penis twitched. "Why don't you
fuck him?" Darien said. "You're the one who got him hot." "If I fuck him, that's
my business." She grabbed Ethan's hand and jerked him to his feet. "Come on,
let's go over there." She pointed to the baseball field. "The dugout?" "Yeah,
whatever the hell you call it." "What are we going to do?" Iris stopped and
looked straight into his eyes. "What do you think?" She jerked his arm again and
he had no choice but to follow. He looked back at the table. Darien was grinning
and Maria had a shocked look on her face, her mouth and eyes wide open. Iris
dragged him through the narrow opening in the fence and around the green wall
where the dugout faced the field. She stopped suddenly and Ethan bumped into
her. Someone was already in the dugout, another couple, at the far end of the
bench. The guy was sitting on the bench, and the girl, a skinny girl with long
blonde hair, was on her knees between his spread legs. Her elbows were draped
over his legs, and his penis was in her mouth. They both looked up at the same
time. "Hi," Iris said with a quick wave. The girl went back to sucking the guy's
dick. He watched Iris and Ethan a moment longer and put his hand on top of the
girl's head, ignoring them like they were alone. "Sit down right here," Iris
said, and pushed Ethan on the bench. She sat down between him and the other
couple. Ethan leaned out to look past her to the other end of the bench. He
didn't recognize the guy, but something about the girl was familiar, like she
was in one of his classes. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, while
her head moved up and down on the guy's cock. Iris rubbed her hand over the
ridge of Ethan's erection. "How old are you?" she said, barely whispering.
"Nineteen," he said. He kept his own voice to a whisper, but it still seemed
like he was yelling. The wet smack of the blonde girl's lips and tongue was like
firecrackers. "Shit, you got a really big cock for such a young kid. Do you
mind?" Iris said. Her hand opened the zipper, slid in against his warm, hairy
leg, and squeezed his cock. "God, you're so hard. How long have you been hard?"
She pulled it out and sighed. "It's beautiful." Ethan groaned and leaned back
against the cinder block wall. Her hand moved slowly up and down his shaft. "I
can't believe you're a virgin," Iris said. Her breath was warm on his neck. "I
can't believe you never fucked a girl with this thing. I know three or four
would love to find a cock as big as your's." "Really?" "Yeah, really." Ethan
lifted his head off the wall. "What about you?" Iris grinned. "I get to do
whatever I want 'cause I found you first. And you know what?" "What?" "I think I
wanna suck it." Iris bent down as she spoke. Her hand moved down his chest. She
squeezed the base of his cock. He felt her warm breath on the head. In the dim
light, he could only see the top of her head. Her soft, wet lips touched his
cock and smacked. Ethan gasped. He looked at the guy at the other end of the
bench to see if he heard. He was looking back with a smirk and nodded as if he
understood something. Iris opened his jeans. Her lips kissed around the rim of
the head, down the side of his shaft, and his balls. She sucked one into her
mouth. He gasped again. "You got fat balls, too," she said, still whispering.
"All that hot cum, and you been saving it for me." She giggled. Her eyes
sparkled. His cock brushed her chin. She opened her mouth wide and lowered it
over the end. "Oh God," Ethan groaned. Her mouth was warm and wet and smothered
his cock. Her head moved down, then up. Her tongue licked along the thick vein
that ran up the bottom side and around the head when it was between her lips.
She pushed it deep into her mouth until the head touched the back. "Don't cum in
my mouth, ok? I hate when guys do that," she said. "They always think just
'cause I like to suck cock I like the taste of cum, too. Well, I don't, ok?"
"Ok." Iris smiled. "Good." She put her mouth around his cock again. Ethan leaned
back and closed his eyes. Her mouth was terrific. He couldn't move, even if he
wanted. But why would he stop her from doing that? He remembered the couple at
the other end of the bench and looked to see what they were doing. The girl was
still on her knees, still sucking the guy's dick. He had both hands on top of
her head, like he was guiding her up and down. His fingers were tangled in her
hair. Ethan put his hand on top of Iris' head. He had a sudden urge to jam his
dick into her as hard as he could. He placed his other hand on top of her head
and she jerked herself up. "Don't push down on my head. It doesn't help, ok?"
she said, and went back to sucking. Ethan lowered his hand to his side, afraid
to move. Her warm, wet mouth moved up and down on him, but for some reason it
didn't feel as good. It seemed like she was doing it as a chore. He didn't think
he could come in her mouth even if she let him. The other couple caught his
attention. The girl stood up and glanced at Ethan. The guy's hands worked on the
front of her jeans. For an instant, she looked familiar again, but he couldn't
remember where he'd seen her. The guy pulled her jeans down to her ankles. She
put her hands on his shoulders and lifted her feet out one at a time. She spread
her legs and lowered herself on the guy's lap. Her head tilted back, with a deep
groan. The guy's hands reached under her shirt for her tits, and her body
writhed. Iris sat up with a gasp. "I can't stand it. I gotta have your cock
inside me," she said, and wiped the saliva from her mouth with the back of her
hand. She glanced at the other couple, where Ethan was looking, and giggled.
"They had the same idea." She stood up in front of him, reached under her
cheerleader skirt, wiggled her generous hips, and pulled her panties down to her
ankles. She lifted each foot out, picked them up, and dangled the panties in
front of Ethan. "Smell how wet you make me," she said. Ethan took the tiny,
delicate black panties between his thumb and forefinger. The heavy, musky odor
drifted past his nose, and he jerked like he'd been smacked. His penis throbbed.
The coating of Iris' saliva on his shaft dried in the cool evening air. She
giggled. "I won't make you wait any longer," she said. She leaned forward to
kiss him and closed her hand around his dick. "Does it hurt?" "Yes." "Good. Now
you can fuck me like an animal." She turned herself away, straddled his
stretched legs, and lifted the skirt of her cheerleader outfit. Her ass was big
and round and looked so soft in the low, pale light. She squatted over his lap.
The head of his penis touched the back of her thigh. She wiggled her ass. "Come
on, Iris," Ethan said. He put his hands on her soft, fleshy hips and pulled her
down. "Easy boy. Remember, go slow." She reached between her legs for his cock.
He was panting. She was moaning. He had a perfect view. The head of his dick
touched her wet opening and she lowered herself on it. "Oh my God," Ethan
whispered. Iris groaned softly at first, then his dick split her open and she
whimpered. Her pussy lips stretched wide around him. He watched the thick shaft
sink slowly into the warmth of her body. "Shit, you fill me up," she said. Her
weight settled on his lap. She pulled her sweater up over her large tits and
moved his hands up from her hips. He squeezed both at the same time. Iris
moaned. Her body moved side to side and up and down on him. "You can do your
thing inside me if you like. It's all right. I'm on the pill." "The pill?"
"Yeah. My Mom put me on it when she found out." "Found out what?" "How much I
like to fuck." "You like it?" Iris giggled. "Oh yeah. I like to fuck. A lot."
Ethan's eyebrows arched. He thought only guys liked to fuck and girls did it
because it was expected. But if Iris liked it, did that mean all girls liked it?
Did that mean Pam liked it, too? The blonde girl at the other end of the bench
moaned out loud, again and again. Ethan and Iris looked at the same time. The
girl's head was buried in the guy's neck. His hands squeezed her ass and she
bounced up and down. "Oh yes ... Oh yes," the girl cried. Iris looked over her
shoulder at Ethan and spoke in a soft whisper, "Do it to me, too, Ethan. Make me
cum like that." Ethan nodded. Iris smiled. He squeezed her hips and pulled her
down on him, but he had no idea how to do that to a girl. Wasn't that just
something that happened? What was he supposed to do? And if he did it wrong,
would she be mad? Ethan thrust his hips up, jamming his dick deep into her. "Oh
yeah," Iris moaned. He did it again and she moaned again. Was that the trick to
it? If so, all he had to do was keep it up before he got exhausted.
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