Buck Hudgins Sweet Escape: A Sweltering Night of Baseball, Lust, and Dreams Fulfilled in the Swamp

A truck was slightly hidden from above under a lush green canopy of live oak trees laden with
hanging Spanish Moss. The light of a full moon found its way through, glistening off of three sweaty
naked bodies, writhing in the bed of the old Ford pick-up truck. Moans of delight competed with the
chirping frogs and singing katydids. The sounds of the swamp forest and drenching humidity of the
south Georgia night did not seem to dampen the aroused spirits of the threesome as they continued
their erotic dance.
A loud squeal of pleasure cried out. To the curious alligator across the swamp, it sounded like
distress and it slowly floated, nose and eyes only above the waterline, through the green brackish
water toward the pick-up truck parked on the swamp’s edge. Hoping that a meal would soon appear,
the alligator floated stealthily near the swamp bank.
Squeaking sounds emanated from the truck’s worn out shocks as it swayed from side to side. A pretty
brown eyed brunette sat with her back against the cab of the truck, her legs spread wide as she
received cunnilingus from a well-muscled black haired young man on his knees with his face thrust
forward into her drenched crotch. Behind him a very cute blue-eyed dirty blonde had her face buried
between his butt cheeks running her soft wet tongue along his crack from his balls below to his anus
above.
***
Earlier that evening.
Buck Hudgins was signing autographs for the kids hanging over the guard rail behind first base. He
was new to the Waycross Swamp Bears but he had already become a very popular player as their
star third baseman and clean-up batter. He desperately hoped he would be just as popular with the
major league scouts that were already seated in the little stadium as he was with the Swamp Bear’s
fans.
Buck glanced over to the section where the scouts were. He had become quite familiar with all of
them. He noticed scouts from the Atlanta Braves, Tampa Bay Rays, Kansas City Royals, and the
Texas Rangers. He especially hoped he would impress the scout with the Braves. Buck had grown up
worshiping the Braves on Turner Broadcasting from the trailer park where he had lived in Talladega,
Alabama.
Early on, Buck had realized that baseball would be his only real ticket to a better life. He had grown
up as ‘poor white trailer trash,’ but was determined to play his way into the rich upper class. A really
great game that evening could mean one of those big franchises might buy out his contract from the
independently owned Swamp Bears. No one knew better than Buck that at age 23 he had better
move up from Class A minor league baseball by season’s end or it would probably all be over.
He noticed the other players had finished warming up and stretching since they were making their
way over to the home team’s dugout. He started that way when he felt a smack on his back shoulder.
“Buck, ole buddy,” said Pokey Walters, the centerfielder. “Dub, Bubba, and me are going over to
Patch’s Barbecue Pub after the game for a few beers.”
“You oughta come with us and toss back a few,” Pokey added.
“I reckon I might just do that, Pokey,” Buck answered.
“Hey dude,” queried Pokey, pointing up into the bleachers behind first base, “Did you see that those
two damned hot chicks from last night are back?”
“Naw,” answered Buck, as he turned his neck to glance that way. “You ain’t shittin’ me — they are
here!”
“I bet they are some badass Annies,” Pokey said laughing, “And somebody ‘round here needs to try
‘em out.”
***
Dressed to flaunt their stuff, two ‘cleat chasers’ entered at the main gate. They twisted their sexy tight
asses and strutted their steps in a sexy march as they easily passed through the entering crowd.
They stopped briefly at the concession stand to get some popcorn and diet sodas.
“We need a medium popcorn and two cokes,” said the brunette to the old lady in the concession
stand, “Make those cokes a Diet Orange Crush and an RC Cola.”
With refreshments in hand, the two girls headed off in search of their seat section. Every male and a
few jealous females turned their heads to watch the two girls putting on their best twisty slut walk, a
walk that they had obviously perfected into an art form.
They found the sign to their section and walked down the aisle to their seats on the sixth row in plain
view of the home team Swamp Bear's dugout. They had created quite a buzz and attracted a large
group of gawkers by the time they took their seats.
Stella Mae, the bodacious brunette, was wearing a pair of ultra short ‘Daisy Duke’ white jean shorts
and a tight red tube top that showed off her surgically enhanced tits. Her long shapely legs seemed to
go on for days, especially in the high heeled sandal wedges she wore on her feet. She cracked a
large toothy smile as she spilled some of her popcorn onto the toupee of the middle aged man in front
of her. Her smile, framed by her chin length brunette hair, melted the hearts of guys all through the
stadium.
Her friend, Tammi, wore her dirty blonde hair long and straight. She also wore tall sandal wedges and
came clothed in a short denim ruffled skirt and accidentally flashed her leopard bikini panties as she
stooped over to blow some dirt off of her chair. Interestingly enough, her leopard panties matched her
Lycra tube top.
The girls finally got themselves situated in their seats and started to enjoy their popcorn and cokes.
Stella Mae very excitedly poked Tammi and pointed to the Swamp Bear’s dugout.
“He saw us, Tammi!” She beamed, “He’s looking at us right now!”
Tammi turned quickly to look.
Buck Hudgins leaned around the corner of the dugout and looked up to see the two girls Pokey had
mentioned. They seemed to be quite giddy when they saw him looking at them. Buck cracked a smile
and the two smiling giddy girls waved at him.
“Damn,” said Pokey, “I do believe those two Annies have got the hots for you, Buck ole boy.”
Buck laughed and punched his friend Pokey on the arm.
Buck and Pokey were a natural fit and fast becoming close friends. Buck had learned to be tough and
scrappy because that was the only way to survive in those large rundown slum trailer parks he had
grown up in. He was easily the best power hitter on the team, and many thought he should have
already advanced to a higher league.
His friend, mischievously nicknamed, Pokey, was the fastest runner on the team. He had grown up
poor and black in the tobacco country of North Carolina. Pokey played centerfield because he could
cover so much more territory than anyone else. His ability to ding out hit after hit and get walked
made him the perfect leadoff batter.
***
It was a very hot and humid South Georgia night and the swamp mosquitoes were out in force.
Spectators and players alike constantly fanned themselves with game programs or anything else to
cool off and shoo the mosquitoes away.
The game between the Waycross Swamp Bears and the visiting Fort Walton Beach Skydogs was all
tied up 1 to 1 going into the bottom of the 9th inning. The Swamp Bears, with last at bat, needed to
score a run or the game would go into extra innings. On such a hot muggy night as this, no one
wanted to see that.
Stella Mae and Tammi yelled encouragement to Buck as he stepped into the batter’s box. Buck
already had hit two singles and had scored the team’s only run; now found himself in a possible
game-winning situation. The previous two Swamp Bears’ batters had struck out as the extra tall lanky
relief pitcher for the Skydogs had come into this game obviously throwing his best stuff.
Buck had faced him before the previous season in another league. He knew the kid was a highly
ranked prospect and threw a wicked dancing fastball and a consistently accurate curve ball. He also
knew the kid always threw each hitter a fastball first and a curveball second followed by an off speed
pitch.
The first pitch came in hard. Buck kept his eyes on the ball but nevertheless his swing came a hair
too late and it foul tipped into the backstop for strike one. The next pitch was a curve just as Buck
thought, but he was sure the ball dropped below the strike zone and let it go by. Much to his chagrin,
the home plate umpire disagreed and called it strike two.
“Bullshit!” Buck declared as he looked away from the umpire. Then he got control of himself knowing
the umpire had the power to toss him out of the game.
He exhaled and stepped out of the batter’s box to think about the upcoming off speed pitch. He
thought that was coming, but if he guessed wrong, he’d whiff at it for strike three.
The pitcher began his wind up, kicked his leg up high and quickly sprung forward using his
momentum to sling his arm. Buck watched the position of the pitcher’s hand and felt that the off
speed pitch was coming. It was almost like slow motion to him as he kept his eye glued on the ball.
He dropped his shoulder slightly as the ball spun toward him. He held his swing as the ball seemed to
leave the pitcher’s hand like a fast ball, but just as Buck guessed, it lacked the speed for such an
intense wind up.
Buck could barely feel it as his bat collided with the ball perfectly in the sweet spot. He knew instantly
that he had crushed it. The hometown Swamp Bears’ crowd erupted as they screamed and jumped to
their feet in elation.
Buck tossed his bat aside and watched the beauty of the ball as it skyrocketed and disappeared over
the fence at left centerfield. He trotted around the bases, elated that he had once again won a game
with a walk-off homerun. A huge smile broke out on his face as he saw his teammates waiting at
home plate to greet him. He also desperately hoped that his performance that night would bring a
contract offer from one of those major league scouts in attendance.
After he had been hugged and high-fived by all of his teammates, Buck finally made it into the dugout
to grab his stuff and head to the dressing room. The 16-year-old bat boy handed Buck a note.
“Those two sexy Annies gave me this note to give ya, Buck,” said the grinning bat boy.
Buck laughed at the bat boy. “They did, did they?”
He took the note and unfolded it.
‘We’ll be waiting around the players entrance when you get out of the showers if you’d like to
celebrate with us.
Stella Mae and Tammi.'
Buck noticed two lipstick kiss impressions below the signatures. He smiled and stuffed the note in his
pocket.
When he got to the dressing room, the team’s general manager, Chett Williams, and Toby Jones, the
scout from the Atlanta Braves, were waiting for him at his locker.
Chett put his hand on Buck’s shoulder and said, “Buck, before you hit the shower, I’d like you to meet
Mr. Toby Jones with the Atlanta Braves.”
“Yes sir,” Buck answered exuberantly while extending his hand, “Howdy, Mr. Jones.”
Toby Jones took Buck’s hand and held it. “Buck we’re buying out your contract with the Swamp
Bears. I hope you’ll agree to that.”
“I certainly do!” answered Buck, who wanted to shout at the top of his lungs, but held back.
“We’ll need you to report to our Gwinnett team in Lawrenceville, Georgia, by day after tomorrow,” said
Jones.
Buck was elated. Gwinnett was the Braves AAA team and just one step from the major league team
in Atlanta.
“We’re weak at third base throughout the organization,” said Jones, “Who knows, if you set things on
fire at Gwinnett, we might be calling you up to play in The Ted by August.”
Buck thought he might faint when he heard that, just imagining that he could be playing in the majors
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