Colby Chambers and Masyn Thorne are wearing America's pastime uniforms. Colby gives Masyn pitching lessons. He notices Masyn looks ripped and toned. Hard not to see all those muscles with the tight T-shirt Masyn wears. "Thanks, man," he says. "Trying to get ready for the season. Staying away from the beer." His legs are sore. Colby gives a thigh a quick rub. "Pretty hot," he says. Masyn wants one more demonstration on how to throw. He stands behind Colby, watching all that cake. "Nice and soft," Masyn says, staring at Colby's backside. He understands that phrase isn't appropriate and quickly corrects himself. "Nice throw, man." Practice ends and the two are prepared to go their separate ways. Colby suggests Masyn comes with him. He lives near and it's an easy walk through the woods. Like Stephen Sondheim wrote: all journeys start into the woods. Colby stops on the path, puts down the equipment, and pulls out his hefty slab of beef. "You want to fuck around," he asks. "Fuck yeah, man," Masyn greedily replies. He walks over to grab Colby's cock. The baseball studs make out. "I've wanted to fuck you since you joined the team," Colby explains. Masyn hits his knees, swallowing everything Colby offers. He slowly face fucks him. "That's a big fucking dick," Masyn says.