His skin looked so smooth and he was hairless. I felt my manhood starting to swell. It was hard to control my emotions.My thoughts were interrupted as...the phone rang.“Hello.”“Hi Zak, I hope this is not a bad time,” said Olivia.“No, I am just in bed doing nothing.”“Too bad, but you could be doing something,” said Olivia.“Are you calling to torture me?”“I was having some dirty thoughts, so I had to call. When I saw you holding Andres’s pretty dick, I was about to rush in. After you had him erect. It tasted amazing, manly with a slight musk but somehow sweet. I savoured the feeling for a few seconds then withdrew it, licked the length of the shaft and round the head before devouring his cock.He stroked my hair gently as I sucked his cock."Oh God, that's good" he whispered.I barely noticed as I hungrily bobbed up and down on his shaft, occasionally stopping to lick the shaft or nibble on his balls."Oh, fuck me. You were born to suck cock."I glanced up to see him with his head titled back. It has something to do with her, of course. The woman who made me what I am today. I met her at a bar. A couple of the guys took me out after the game to celebrate my first win in the bigs. I think maybe there were five of us, but my memory is spotty. I have definite memories of Buster Brown and George Graham, the catcher who caught me that day being there. I had too much to drink, of course. I wasn't used to drinking, and I was falling asleep at the table when she came over. She looked about. "I stopped when he jumped up and grabbed me by the throat. He had his hand on me and I could feel it tighten, but he stopped himself with an oath. It cost him, but he stopped. He had never laid a hand on me in anger but he almost did that time. Rather than pull back, I raised my head, exposing my neck to his anger and waited. He released me and backed down. He moved to the couch and sat again."Go ahead. Tell me all of it."Well, I did. I told him of hearing Bobby crying and going to him and.