Baseballing

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.”