Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

"There he is; that's our boy, out there at the catcher's spot now."

"That's him? That's Cruz Cordero?" Will asked in a bit of disbelief.

"Yep, that's him," Brian Grimsley, manager of the Wilmington Blue Rocks, said, a sense of pride quite evident in his voice. "I know what you're thinking—that he's too small to be a baseball player. But he is and he's really good at it. Sort of a pity. He's great—better, really, than the two on the roster in front of him. But they've got contracts."

"Uh, you have a can handy around here?" Will asked, clearly in pain.

"Yeah, just through that door over there and to the left. You want to see him in a full test when you get back."

"Yeah, please," Will said over his shoulder as he hustled back through the door under the stands. He barely made it in time, needing relief from both ends. "Getting' too old for this partying shit," he muttered as he cleaned himself up. He didn't feel so King Cock now. Still, it was probably the side effects of the Provigil, and, if the Provigil also had something to do with five spent condoms overnight, then nausea and diarrhea were the lesser of two evils. Well, as long as he could get it hard. He felt better now. Pretty much normal.

Back on the field, he watched Cordero in action for a good half hour and was duly impressed.

"I'm not sure why you're letting me look," he said when Cordero was finished and taking off his gear and walking over toward where Grimsley and Will stood. "You know I'm scouting for a catcher for the Flying Squirrels."

"I know you are. But, as I said, we have contracts with the two in front of him. And he's a good kid. I want what's best for him."

"And?"

"And, we have some weaknesses at other positions. We won't give him up cheap. We figure he's worth two at other positions. So, if Richmond is interested in him, tell them they need to make a very good offer."

"I hear you. Fair enough."

Cruz Cordero had reached them now.

"Cruz, I'd like you to meet—" Grimsley started to say.

"Will Hocking, star pitcher for the Richmond Flying Squirrels," The small, handsome Puerto Rican catcher interjected with a smile. "Yes, I know who Mr. Hocking here is," he continued. "I've followed his career for several years. I recognized him the moment I saw him."

"The moment you saw me?" Will asked. There was a twinkle in his eye that Grimsley wouldn't have been able to decipher even if he'd caught it.

"Yep, the instant I first saw you," Cruz said. "It's very nice meeting you, Mr. Hocking."

"Well, I'll leave the two of you to talk alone," Grimsley said, as he turned to walk off. "And remember, Hocking, if I hear from Richmond, it will need to be a very good offer."

When Grimsley was out of voice range, Will turned to Cordero. "You're not a rent boy, are you?"

"Nope," Cordero said with a smile. "But at those rates, it's tempting. Still, when you look at it by the fuck—"

"Yeah, I'll bet you went downtown more times than you figured you would. Surprised you, did I?"

"A little bit."

"Sore?"

"Not enough to regret it."

"I'm hard again just watching you walk over here."

"I'm impressed. So am I, if it means anything to you. You're the best I've ever had."

"Why didn't you tell me you knew who I was—and let me know who you were. I came to Wilmington expressly to see you, although not exactly in the way I saw you."

"Do you regret it?"

"Hell, no, of course not. Best lay I've had this year. Didn't I tell you I'm hard for you? Do you think I was joking?"

"If I'd told you who I was and that I knew who you were, would you have taken me back to the motel? Or would you have thought I was trying to sell you on me."

"You don't need to sell yourself. You're that good—both on the field and in the sack. And I suspect you know you are. You know there's a possible deal taking you to Richmond?"

"Yeah."

"That OK with you?"

"Do you come with the deal?"

"I don't see a problem with that. You're good enough that you can move in with me, if you like."

"Then yeah, I'm interested."

"Well, in answer to your earlier question, I don't know whether I would have taken you back to the motel or not. Maybe not. Maybe I would have thought that would queer any deal Richmond could make. Now, though, I have another question."

"Shoot."

"Are there any really private rooms in this stadium?"

They fucked in one of the remote training rooms, with Cruz perched on the side of a massage table and his fingernails dug into Will's shoulder blades, as Will crouched between his spread legs and fed his cock hard, rapidly, and deep into Cruz's channel. While Cruz had applied lube and opened a condom for Will, Will had taken a hit of Provigil, which had energized him.

"Six!" Will cried out as he ejaculated.

"I'm two ahead of you," Cordero answered with a laugh.

After they were done and still clinging, panting, to each other, Cruz whispered in Will's ear.

"Could you try to do one thing for me, Will, if I come to Richmond?"

"What?"

"Try to get off the Provigil. It will kill you."