About Play Ball
edited by CB Potts
134 pages / 50500 words
ISBN: 1-933389-92-3
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Swing batter! Bend over and hike that ball! You got it, this one is all about the men of sports! From the tried and true favorites like football and baseball, to lesser known sports like cricket and fencing, Play Ball takes them all on, and sexes them up!
Featuring authors like Sean Michael, James Buchanan, BA Tortuga, and new to Torquere authors such as Sean Hagan and Linnet, this collection put together by CB Potts has something for everyone. So strap on the pads and get ready to rumble! Check out Play Ball today
Review
Laura Baumbach, author of A Bit of Rough, writes:
No matter what sport you enjoy, Play Ball! has a story for you. From the after game rub down in Sean Michael’s romantic 'After the Old Ball Game', to the horsing around at the stables in Vincent Diamond’s touching 'Still at the Gate', you’ll find something to cheer about. Even if, like me, you never had any interest in traditional sports, the one-on-one, man-on-man after plays (or more than one in some cases) will be a convincing argument to give sports a second look. It even answered a few questions for me, like why exactly do baseball players have to adjust their equipment so much, and should saunas be listed as a great pick-up spot. It even made me wonder if all those stains on the pool table at my old hang out really were made from spilled White Russians. Take a dip in the pool, folks, you’ll never know what you’ll find in the showers later.
Sample
From Leaving the Pool By Dean Durber
I am not saying I never look. That would be mad, wrong, an outright lie. Why wouldn’t I look? I have all these opportunities to gaze freely at underwater bodies as they race past me while I am left lagging behind with my wide, desiring eyes.
I am not as fast as the rest of the squad. But sometimes I kick this slowly on purpose.
Most of the bodies in this pool are smooth and toned. Their flat stomachs intrigue me. I gaze out through fogged goggles at swift glimpses of passing pieces of flesh. I catch a shoulder, a thigh, a leg. I follow the curves of folded cocks tucked tightly away inside dark colored Speedos that cling to bronzed skin. Sometimes I manage a quick burst of energy to sprint, to catch them, to see these bodies for one more second, prolonging my lust.
But I don’t ever want them. Swimming is my escape. This pool stays tucked deep, away from the everyday obsessions of my life. I come here only to swim; I bring no thought, no hope of physical interaction beyond the talk and the training, beyond these glimpses of desire. These bodies are my buddies. We share the same water. We splash and kick together. I look. When we are finished, we go our separate ways. I like it that way. They are no more than the kind of bodies I desire, aspire to be, and the reason for my motivation to be here morning after morning at 5:00 a.m., all tired-eyed and so abnormally keen.
From Still in the Gate by Vincent Diamond
''Do you ride?”
“Just hacking. I let the exercise boys and the jockeys do the hard work on the racetrack.”
“Which farm did you say?”
“Leprechaun. We’re up in Ocala.”
“Any big horses?”
“We’ve got Little Missy; she won the Jockey Gold Cup two years ago. And Darth Vader, standing stud.”
“Darth Vader! Even I’ve heard of him. Won the Wood Memorial, didn’t he?”
“Yeah, in ’91. We’re proud of him. How about you? Had any big rides?”
“They’re all big rides on the A circuit. No more ponies.” Philip grinned. They started grooming the horse, using the curry combs first, Marcus on the horse’s right side, Philip on the left. .
Their hands brushed against each other as they worked on Gabby’s back.
Marcus warmed from the inside, that buzzing thrill of attraction gurgled in his stomach.
Oh, this looks promising.
From Swordsmen by Syd McGinley
I’ve never done anything like this before. Usually I take a weights or a swim class if I’m in a credit hour jam with financial aid. But fencing is new for me. I figured an adventure would be cool and my French history class got me pumped about guys with swords. I’m ok with hand-eye co-ordination – I’m good at tennis – but I’m not wild about teams.
I’m a bit skinny, but I’ve got a nice ass, a light syrup tan, and big brown eyes. You should see me puppy dog people into helping me out, but my adviser is wise to me now. No more avoiding gen ed. I’m a French major and I’m struggling this quarter with chemistry and math. I should have taken them freshman year. I’ll be a senior if I can get through this quarter.
Some one-on-one combat might help me stress bust and it has a romantic aura to it. Pirates! Musketeers! Macho and swish. I go to sleep the night before the first class jerking off over Captain Jack Sparrow as my bitch, then the Man in the Iron Mask making me yield…