"I told you, I'm not very good at catching," Sabbath shouts to his coach, bending over to the ground, his tight ass pressing against the tighter baseball pants. "I'm good at pitching."
The coach, laughing to himself, shouts back "Oh yeah? Then prove it."
Sabbath and his buddy Baxter invite their coach into the locker room to be the judge. With one quick gesture, Sabbath lifts Baxter's thin body onto the counter top, then thrusts his tongue down his throat. Both boys are bulging through their uniforms so hard that their pants get even tighter around their asses. Baxter starts teasing his buddy's rock-hard rod, but both of the boys—and their coach—would rather go to a more comfortable place to practice pitching and catching...
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Back on the coach's bed, the two boys rub their hands over each other's bodies. When Baxter unties the strings of his buddy's baseball pants and brings them down to his knees, Sabbath's meat flops out and smacks his abs. He laughs adorably at the sound of the slap, and then his smile transforms into a grin of ecstasy as Baxter services his juicy dick.
"Put your helmets on when you fuck" the coach reminds his players as he places the hard hats over both the boys' heads. Sabbath can barely control his hard-on, but he's still able to start out nice and slow on his buddy's tight hole.
Harder grows Sabbath's prick and harder he pounds Baxter, whose body slams against the bed, his erect cock flapping against his skinny stomach. Baxter moans as he gets closer to cumming, and begs for Sabbath to bust a huge load on his face... and boy, does he deliver!
"Congratulations Sabbath," the coach says, sliding his arm around the boy, "You're really the All-Star Pitcher!"
"Yeah, he's pretty damn good," Baxter responds, as he slides on a jock-strap. "But what good is an All-Star Pitcher if he doesn't have the Rookie of the Year Catcher?" —Gear Action