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BOOKS BY DIRK HESSIAN
The Beautiful Way
Blue and Gray
Colonel’s Treasure
Beginning of Time
Prophecy of Noto
The King’s Men
Labyrinth
BOOKS BY HABU
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Across the Threshold
Cruising Through History
Death on the Rhine
Flying High, Diving Deep
Hard Knocks U
Man’s Man
My Neighbor’s Hot Tub
Trip Money
Tropical Sizzlers
Vortex
The Indian Doctor
Luther
Clint Folsom Mysteries Compendium Volume 1
Clint Folsom Mysteries Compendium Volume 2
Grab Bag
Grab Bag 2
The Indian Prince
13 Ways for Halloween
Sailorboy
The Handyman
Home to Fire Island
The Sporting Life
Platres Conclave
Cairo Surrender
Fetish Galore!
Homeward Bound
Journey to Mirage
Choke Hold
BOOKS BY SHABBU
Yap, Yap
Dirty Pool
Operation Black Jade
Yap, Yap
Cigars!
Angel in the Barn
Gayly Complicated
Despoiling David
The Tree of Idleness
I Met a Man
The Interview
Rough Road to Happiness
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Surprise Encounters
She is He
Wrong Man
Loyal to his King
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Barbarian Tales - Book Three - The Inheritance
Barbarian Tales - Book Four - Road to Persepolis
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The Sporting Life
habu
Baseball
Basketball
Body Building
Bull Fighting
Car Racing
Darts
Dog Breeding
Football
Equestrian
Hiking
Hunting
Ice Skating
Intramural Sports
Judo
Olympics
Poker/Pool
Polo
Rugby
Running
Sailing
Soccer
Softball
Tennis
Wrestling
Coach Hazard’s Finishing School
The sporting life means something slightly different to the men who love men than it means to the usual sportsman. To many, the goal of a sport is to play the game and to win by achieving the best score. In this collection of three dozen stories, many of which have never been published before, habu explores, sometimes with intensity and sometime tongue in cheek, sport as merely the framework in which to achieve an entirely different goal and to score in a much different meaning of the term. Step into the sporting life of habu’s world.
Will Hocking woke to the sound of a man and woman loading their car outside the motel room door and the woman not being too quiet about what needed to be packed where. As soon as Will opened his eyes, though, he shut them again. A beam of early-morning light was coming through the part in the drapes that didn’t completely close and that was being ruffled by the air from the air-conditioning unit under it. When he opened his eyes again, he could see movement through the slit in the drapes. The car that was being loaded was just on the other side of the window.
He turned his head toward the clock on the nightstand. “Christ almighty,” he muttered. It was only 6:00 am. He’d had less than three hours of sleep. And now he wasn’t sure when or if he’d get back to sleep—which was funny because he always felt drowsy. At least until recently.
His muttered phrase had caused a shifting and low moan in the bed beside him, and Will turned, almost in surprise, to find a naked young man, laying on his belly, stretched out above the covers in the bed beside him. It took Will a few moments to collect his thoughts on where he was and who this was. He’d played in both games of the double-header on the road against the Bowie, Maryland, Bay Sox the previous day, and he obviously had partied pretty hard that night, and later this morning he had to be down at Wilmington, Delaware’s, Frawley Field to scout out catchers in the Blue Rocks High-A league organization.
There was rumor of a hot shot catcher coming up the roster fast there, and Will’s team, the Richmond Flying Squirrels, was shallow at that position. The Richmond team was Double A, so someone wanting to move up to the majors from the High-A league should see the Flying Squirrels as a favorable move.
He gave a good look at the young man he’d picked up the previous night. A fine looking young Puerto Rican. Very fine, Will could remember from last night. At least twice fine. Will reached over and ran a hand down the line of the young man’s back to one of his well-rounded butt cheeks. Such a nice coffee-and-cream skin tone, he thought. Unblemished and firm. No fat on this rent boy. His hand went between the mounds, and he was rewarded with a moan and the spreading of thighs. His fingers pushed inside the rim of the guy’s channel and he heard another moan. He couldn’t remember whether they’d talked price, but Will thought it would be worth every penny he’d have to pay. Couldn’t be a whole lot. It wasn’t the snazziest of clubs he’d picked the guy up in.
The young man was stirring and the couple out on the other side of the window were taking their sweet time in packing their car. “Christ,” Will repeated in frustration.
The rent boy turned on his side to face Will and smiled with sleepy eyes and reached over and cupped Will’s balls and then moved his hand to Will’s cock.
With a grunt, Will sat up in the bed, his back against the headboard and folded his legs, yoga style. He reached over onto the top of the nightstand for a pack of cigarettes, coaxed one out of the pack, lit it with a lighter that also had been on the nightstand. He took a couple of puffs and then he kept the cigarette in his mouth as he reached over and lifted the smaller Puerto Rican’s torso with hands under his armpits and pulled the young man’s head over to where his face was in Will’s lap. The young man went down on Will’s cock with his mouth and Will leaned back against the headboard, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and enjoyed his smoke and the soft, expert mouth of the Puerto Rican working his cock.
Cigarette finished, Will reached over and stubbed it out on the surface of the nightstand. There was no ashtray. These motels didn’t provide those anymore, hoping the guests wouldn’t smoke, although this was a smoking room. But maybe a previous guest had made off with the ashtray, which happened, Will knew, as he’d done it himself. Still, they should have replaced it. Will’s gesture with the cigarette ground into the nightstand was his little rebellion to a world gone pushy on what he could and could not do.
While his hand was over there, he picked up a vial of crushed Provigil and snorted it. He began to feel more awake and energized almost immediately. The Puerto Rican was working his cock good, and the snort of the energizing drug heightened the sensations of the sucking. Will was hard as a rock and long and thick and throbbing. Ready to go.
He sensed it was time, so he reached back over and picked up a condom packet and a tube of lubricant. As he was leaning over he looked down at the floor, where he saw three spent condoms and their torn packets. He’d had a good time last night apparently. “Mr. Virility; King Cock,” he thought and then laughed. He still had it. Now it was coming back to him. He’d offered the Puerto Rican fifty dollars, and the young man had just smiled and gotten off his stool and come with Will. The third time, the sweet young thing had opened his legs as eagerly as he had done for the first screwing. It was good to wake up and feel like the cock of the walk.
After the double-header in Bowie, the team had gone for a victory dinner. They’d only won one of the games, but of late that constituted a victory for Richmond. They were sorely in need of a top-notch catcher. Will knew he was at the height of his career as a pitcher, and it didn’t look like he was going to make the major leagues now. The losses by the Flying Squirrels weren’t doing him any good. That’s why he was getting proactive on helping the team find a great catcher.
The guys on the team wanted to go down to D.C. from Bowie, en route back to Richmond, and party, but Will had said he was using the opportunity of being this near to Wilmington, Delaware, to check out that hot shot catcher, Cruz Cordero, people were talking about.
Will also had a different idea about partying than most of his teammates did. After driving up to Wilmington and checking into the Brandywine Valley Best Western, not far from Frawley Stadium and convenient to I-95, Will put on his tight T and jeans, took a Provigil hit, and drove over to the gay club that had been recommended to him, the Crimson Moon. He was keyed up for a fuck and he started cruising as soon as he hit the door at the club. He bypassed the video room on the first floor and went upstairs to the ImPulse dance bar.
Most of the guys up there were shirtless, so he stripped off his own T, tucked it into his waistband, and went out on the dance floor, where everyone seemed to be dancing with everyone else, some more intimately than others. Will felt good. He was in his mid thirties, but he’d kept in great shape. His musculature was impressive; he spent a lot of time keeping himself in shape. His wrists had been bothering him of late and they ached enough after a game that he had been taking meds. With these, unfortunately, he was having trouble with being drowsy when he needed to be on the ball. The team’s trainer had helped with that, though, passing along vials of crushed Provigil to Will under the table. Thus far that had been enough to keep his energy levels up during the day and his sleep contained to the night.
While Will danced facing a series of other single dancers moving around on the floor, he’d scanned the revolving partners and the room for someone to take back to the motel. Each time his gaze passed over a group of young guys bunched at the bar, he could see that he was being eyed by a good-looking smallish Puerto Rican guy. All of them were young—and most of them Hispanic—in the tight little group this guy was in. Older men were buzzing around them, and from time to time one of the group would spin off and follow an older guy to the back of the room and into a corridor curtained off by a beaded curtain. They pretty obviously were rent boys, Will thought. And when he approached the Puerto Rican and put his hand on the young man’s arm and leaned down and whispered “Fifty dollars for an all-night ride in a motel room, my room and me doing the riding. Interested?” in his ear, the young man had simply smiled at him and stood up from his bar stool and followed Will out of the club.
Will pressed the tube of lubricant in the young man’s hand, and he raised himself on his elbows, taking his mouth off Will’s cock. The Puerto Rican fingered lube into his own channel while Will rolled the condom down on his cock and then the young man stroked lube on Will’s tool.
Will took another hit of Provigil while the Puerto Rican stretched out on the bed on his belly as Will had told him to do. The guy had a luscious ass. Will thought the best fuck of the night was when the guy lay on his belly between Will’s knees and he could look down and watch himself slide between those cheeks again and again.
Will rolled over on top of the prone rent boy, straddling the young man’s hips with his knees. The young man raised his hips to give Will a good angle and Will slid inside him while the young man began to moan and grunt and writhe under him. When Will was deep inside him, he placed the palms of his hands on the young man’s shoulder blades, as the Puerto Rican grabbed the slats of the headboard, and then Will began to ride his ass hard.
Twenty minutes later, Will collapsed on the young man’s back, ran his hand underneath the Puerto Rican’s waist and stroked the hard cock he found to ejaculation. They both lay there, panting, for several minutes before Will reached over onto the nightstand for, first, the vial of Provigil, and then another condom packet.
The Puerto Rico was asleep again, when Will climbed out of bed. He looked down on the floor by the nightstand. Five spent condoms. “Hot damn,” he thought. “I’ve still got it.” What a sweet ass that was.
He padded into the bathroom, being as quiet as he could, took a shower, and dressed. He left a hundred dollars in twenties on the nightstand. The rent boy had been well worth double what he’d offered. Then he left the room and went to the diner next door and facing Route 202 for a hearty breakfast. He deserved a big breakfast after that fuckfest. King Cock!
When he came back, the room was empty, and he checked out and drove his car over to Frawley Field.
* * * *
“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?”