The Awakening

I worked as s courier when I was young. In those days important papers, cashier checks, corporate documents, were flow around the world by courier services. One of those trips I was in the San Diego airport and I run into a high school friend, he was working as a flight attendant for the airline, and he was on his way back home.

We got to talking and where he lived in town and from one thing to another I started to stitch a profile in my mind. Finally, I had to ask, do you pitch or catch? He wasn't offended at all. If you pitch, I'll catch.

Up to then I had never thought about it. Back home we got together and he introduced me to his crowed of people and we ended up in the steamiest sex I had had. I was trying out my wings. Unlike me he had a lot experience and took, me into al the secret corners I had never been. That night we were switch hitters and we both got closer feeling each other that way. I woke up exhausted and slipped out of bed to the bathroom. He lay there, still half asleep, his member a great big worm begging I couldn't resist.

Time has taught me that switch hitting is the way to go, sometimes you want to pitch, and other times you want; to catch. We had our relationship that lasted for several years. We are still very good friends, like cousins, we will do anything for each other. But we both moved on to men who were really the object of our affections. He is now married to a nurse in Cleveland and I spend my time with an ex college football player.