"Johnny," said my girlfriend Lori, "Bruce and the guys have an extra ticket to the ballgame and they'd like you to go with them. I think you should go. You haven't seen them since they all came home from college."
"I haven't seen much of you, either," I mildly protested.
Which was true. My friend, Mike, and I would not be going to college in the fall so we both found full-time jobs and moved into a two-bedroom apartment together. It had been a hectic month. I hadn't seen my girlfriend in two-weeks and was looking forward to having her alone in my new apartment.
"I wanted to cook you dinner at my place tonight," I said.
"I know, sweetie, maybe tomorrow night. I think you should have some fun with the guys tonight," she said.
Bruce and his friends are a year older than me and Lori. They were popular jocks in high school. Bruce is Lori's older brother. I had known them all for some time.
I grew up just down the street from Lori and Bruce, and ever since I can remember, I have been going to their house on a regular basis. They have an almost Olympic-size swimming pool so all of Bruce's friends hung out there as well.
In fact, Bruce is going to a well-known Christian college three-hundred miles north of the city on a swimming scholarship, and last winter he was the first freshman to win the Division II swimming championship.
That afternoon I drove to their house to meet up with them. It was kind of embarrassing when Bruce greeted me with a big hug.
"Johnny, you're such a big boy now...you finally made it to puberty!" he said drawing a round of laughter from his friends.
Doug, who was on football scholarship to a major university said, "My God, he still looks fifteen! I bet he doesn't even have any hair on his nuts!"
More laughter. I blushed but laughed along with the guys.
Since there were six of us in a car with five seats, Bruce spoke up and said, "Johnny can sit on my lap."
I am the smallest of us all so I guess it made sense, but it also made me nervous given Bruce's history of making improper advances towards me.
Naturally, the other guys made snide comments about the arrangement.
"No funny business near the back door, Bruce!" chuckled Terry.
"If something comes up, Johnny, get a good grip on it!" Chuck said laughing.
"Don't move around too much, John, or you might find yourself between a rock and an even harder place!" quipped Eddie.
Bruce sat in the passenger side backseat and I carefully sat on his lap. It was a thirty-minute ride to the ballpark, and Gino is a notoriously bad driver known for jack-rabbit starts and sudden stops and frequent jerking lane changes. My body was moving side-to-side and to-and-fro. I almost fell off Bruce's lap twice.
I was grateful when he put his arm around me to keep me steady, but wary as well considering his past touching of me. He had me shift my position from facing forward to where my legs were more toward the door. He placed a hand just above my left knee to help hold me still.
Even though I was secured in place, Gino's erratic driving kept my body squirming and shifting on Bruce's lap. It was about five-minutes in when I first felt something pressing against my buttocks.
I immediately knew what it was: Bruce had sprung a boner.
Oh no, not again, I thought to myself.
If I had been sitting on any of the other guys laps I would have figured it was a natural reaction on their part due to my butt moving on their crotches, but with Bruce, it was his reaction whenever he and I came in close contact.
A few minutes later the hand on my leg slowly moved higher. I was wearing baggy shorts and his hand crept up to the opening of the leg-hole then slowly back down again.
I sighed and remained silent. I've always liked and admired Bruce; I certainly wasn't going to embarrass him in front of the guys.
His hand never rested. He continued stroking my thigh.
I knew what he was trying to do. Last year in August, a week before he left for college, he showed a more personal interest in me.
I had never learned how to swim and Lori insisted that Bruce teach me. I grudgingly agreed.
It started out innocent enough, but soon evolved into something that made my head spin.
He had a 'hands-on' method of teaching, so to speak. He was constantly touching, holding, and squeezing parts of me that made me uncomfortable...and unfortunately, gave me erections.
The first time he saw the lump in my swim trunks he laughed, and said it was perfectly natural.
"See," he said pointing to the bulge in his own trunks, "...perfectly natural!"
I wasn't a dummy -- I knew what was going on. I had suspected him of being gay for a few months, but I was sure Lori didn't know, and I wasn't going to break her heart by telling her.
Suddenly, his hand became ever bolder. His fingers moved underneath the leg hole of my shorts almost touching my briefs. He continued to stroke my thigh higher-and-higher.
Panic coursed thru-out my body when my prick became totally hard from his softly persistent massaging of my thigh.
Still, I kept silent. Now I was the one who was embarrassed. Between his hand stroking my smooth flesh and his erection firmly pressing against my butt, I couldn't help but become more and more aroused.
I should have pushed his hand off me, and shifted my body forward off his hard-on, but I didn't want to create a whole nasty scene in front of his friends.
When Gino pulled into the stadium parking lot a pretty woman was collecting the parking fee and the guys attention were all on her. Bruce took the opportunity to pull me down hard on his erection, while his other hand brazenly squeezed my now-throbbing prick thru my briefs.
He could feel the pre-cum soaking thru my briefs and whispered in my ear, "I really missed you, Johnny, it feels like you missed me, too!"
Before I could speak, he snaked his hot, wet tongue in and out of my ear and gave my hard prick a couple of vigorous tugs. I almost came in my briefs -- oh my hell, how humiliating!!
When we parked and I climbed out of the car I turned away from the guys to hide the lump in my shorts.
Eddie said in jest, "Did you boys have fun back there?"
Bruce immediately shot back, "Well DUH -- Johnny does have a sweet little sexy ass!"
I forced a weak smile as they all burst out laughing.
When we found our row in the stadium, Bruce took the furthest seat then motioned for me to sit next to him.
I made a split-second decision and abruptly announced, "I better use the men's room before the game starts."
When I returned to our seats, Bruce had moved, and was sitting in the second chair from the aisle. I had no choice but to sit next to him.
My eyes were glued to the baseball diamond the entire nine-innings but my mind was a million miles away. I was too mortified by Bruce's actions and words in the car to concentrate on the game.
I couldn't help but relive what happened last August with Bruce.
