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Boys of Summer 3: Interfering with Bregman
Prologue:
Alex Bregman was still pissed, and showed no signs of shutting the hell up.
And it was definitely pissing off George Springer. The center fielder had managed to get the 3rd baseman out of and away from the ball park, noting as he did the sympathetic looks sent his way from a few of their teammates. He had hoped that a couple of beers might calm the kid down, but so far, no luck. He knew what needed to be done and took out his phone, while Alex all but ignored him.
The text conversation was quick and concise, but would have been beyond vague to anyone outside the Astros inner circle.
"U free"
"Y. what up?"
"Bregman"
"Still?"
"Yep"
"Shit"
"Thought U could help."
"Sweet. What about U?"
"Thought I'd hang too, if OK."
"Even Better."
Alex Bregman was still pissing about the 'fan interference call' as Springer led him to his car, and on the entire drive that followed. On more than one occasion, the center fielder resolved to kick the kid out at the next stop light, each time he reminded himself that relief was just a few more blocks away.
It wasn't until the two were almost to the front door that Alex Bregman became even remotely aware of his surroundings. By the time Springer was knocking, Bregman was almost curious enough to stop ranting about the injustice of the call to ask his buddy what was going on.
But only almost.
Jose Altuve answered the door dressed in a pair of boxer briefs and flip flops, smiling as Alex's ranting slowed. Handing a beer to Springer, the 5'6" Venezuelan turned to Bregman with another.
"Dude, you can come in and you can have this...Definitely think you need it...but you gotta drop it for a while, K?"
Part 1
Bregman was pretty sure that Altuve wasn't talking so much about the beer, but he took it anyway. Raking his eyes over the muscular flesh on display, amazed as ever at the thick definition in the short man's athletic frame. Springer nudged his shoulder from behind as he watched Altuve turn and head back inside, his muscular ass flexing under the taut fabric of his shorts.
Half embarrassed to be caught licking his lower lip by George, whose only reply was a leering smile and a wildly wagging eyebrow, Alex Bregman moved into the house, following their host to his den. The 3rd baseman took a seat on the couch, and Altuve sat down right beside him, grinning happily, as Springer flopped down into one of the big chairs beside them. Alex's eyes were once again drawn to Jose's tightly muscled frame, and more furtively to the packed crotch of the 2nd baseman's shorts. Bregman was licking along his lower lip again when his attention was drawn up to meet Altuve's gaze.
"Listen, buddy. We all know that a third of the umps out there never would have made that call. Another third would make it every fucking time. And the rest, well it would depend on whether they had heartburn, or got laid last night, or were pissed at the thoughts your jock ass was distracting them with." The calmness with which he spoke helped calm his teammate. "Thing is, man, we need you back out of that mindset, cause it doesn't do any good. Nothing is gonna change except that you start poisoning your game, and then you start poisoning ours."
Alex sighed heavily, and let his head roll back onto the couch. "I know, man. You're right. Fuck!" The 3rd baseman took several deep breaths, feeling himself relax some, and came back up to take a gulp or two of his beer.
Jose smiled back.
"Just relax, buddy..." slipped almost like a whisper from the shorter man's lips as he traced one agile hand lightly up Alex's thigh, slipping his fingers under the waistband of the 3rd baseman's sweats, teasing at the rapidly hardening cock as he began to pull them down, even as he wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft. Jose maintained eye contact with the younger stud and licked his lips as he lowered his head toward the nearly hard cock of his teammate, nuzzling his nose into the base and flicking his tongue lightly at the kid's nuts.
Alex sucked in a sharp, short breath as Jose exhaled across his already overheated crotch. The 3rd baseman shivered at the sudden feeling of another set of fingers along his arm, snapping his head up to see the leering face of George Springer, now standing beside the couch, surprised that the man was even here for a second before remembering. A tremor rocked his body, half from lust as Jose ran his tongue up and down the length of his seven and a half inch cock, half from the anxiety of another horned up stud being involved. As willing as the 24 year old was to play around with his teammates...had been since college...he had always been careful to keep it one on one, not confident enough in his desires to let go in any kind of a group type setting. Even back in the early days his only 3 ways had involved some random sorority girl and one of his teammates, and even then they had always been careful to keep the guy on guy contact minimal. At least while she was still around. Once they were in his buddy's car heading home after the party, Alex's face would be buried in the lap of his teammate, inhaling the aroma of fresh sex as he vacuumed out another load, eager to slake his thirst.
He was pretty sure now, though, that there was going to be nothing even remotely incidental about any of the contact for the next hour or so.
George Springer slid one big hand down along Alex Bregman's torso, gripping the hem of the shirt easily, he began to pull it up as he watched Jose Altruve, still teasing his tongue along Alex's cock and balls, pull the 24 year old's pants farther down. Alex sucked in a sharp breath as Jose's lips closed over his cockhead, tongue dancing along the very tip, at the exact same moment that George's rough thumb raked over his nipple as his shirt was stripped off. Altuve chuckled deeply around the cock in his mouth, sinking lower still as Bregman whimpered slightly at the touch of the two men. Alex let his head fall back once again, reveling in the feel of Jose's talented mouth enveloping his cock, fingers teasing at his balls and taint as the shorter man's suctioning lips threatened to hose them right up through his shaft. Tingling at the long rough fingers of Springer pinching teasingly at his nipples, tracing patterns across his pecs and abs, the bigger man murmuring encouragement in his ear in hot waves of his breath. The 3rd baseman was vaguely aware of his body being shifted slightly, of lifting his hips to allow Jose to finish stripping off his pants and shoes, of raising his back off the couch and lifting his arms as George finished removing his shirt.
The heat of Altuve's cock, hard and drooling, weighed heavily against his lower leg, the broad, blunt shaft leaving trails of pre cum in it's wake. Another heat against his neck and shoulder was the first realization that Springer had shifted his own stance. All three Astros now naked, hard and eager in their horniness as the slid together in Jose's dimly lit den. Alex turned his head as best he could, just managing to touch his tongue to the vein etched shaft of George's cock, the center fielder shifting his position again, throwing one long leg over the back of the couch and half turning to allow the 3rd baseman a better angle of attack.
Alex Bregman moaned as his tongue first swiped over the flaring crown of George Springer's familiar cock. Even as his lips closed over the head and he began to inhale more and more of the 8 inch jock stalk, even as he slipped into the familiar lust rising up inside him as he once again took his buddy's proud cock into his hot, wet throat, he knew that this blow job would not be enough for either of them tonight, he knew that tonight he was not going to be able to deny George's request for a piece of ass.
He knew he didn't WANT to deny that to George.
The shivering pulse that realization sent to his jock hole coincided with Jose dancing two fingers lightly across his ass lips, making the smaller man chuckle around his cock at the sensation, making Alex quiver again, sure that the 2nd baseman knew exactly what he was thinking.
For long, exquisitely pleasurable minutes, Alex rode the wave of these two men, Jose's face buried deep in his sweaty crotch, lips and tongue dancing along the entirety of his length, throat clutching impossibly tight around the base, deep great gulps drawing his very soul out through his crown. George sliding his massively thick cock into his mouth in slow and shallow thrusts, teasing him by withholding the full length...the full glory...of the cock he had grown to love servicing in their time as teammates. The slickness of his own freely oozing pre cum drawing moans of hunger from deep within Jose, vibrating along his already overly sensitive flesh. The savory taste of George's drooling pre cum eliciting his own moans as he sucked harder and harder, desperately in search for another pulse of the jock god nectar. Pressing his lower leg tighter against Altuve's own leaking cock, getting off on feeling it pulse against his fuzzy shin, smiling around the center fielder's cock as the 2nd baseman's slicked up it's own path, feeling it drip and ooze down to his ankle.
When he started thrusting his hips upward against Jose's sucking, greedy face, the shorter man's hands slipped under him, cupping his ass cheeks, encouraging him to thrust deeper and harder. At the feel of the big, rough hand digging into his scalp from above, he shifted his own arm between George's legs, sliding upward, feeling the weight and heat of the bigger man's nuts in the crook of his elbow as he spread one palm over the clenching buttocks of his face fucker, his fingers tracing over the surface as the muscles contracted and released, glorying in the power of the face fucking now nearly balls deep into his saliva flooded throat.
The sure, steady strokes of Springer's cock into his throat coupled with the deeply sucking throat of Altuve drove the 24 year old to higher and higher levels of fuck lust as the two 28 year old's played him like a violin, his already overheated nuts pulling tighter against his body even as Jose's balls rode hard along his shin while George's pressed hot and hard against his chin. The 3rd baseman began to moan louder and louder around the throat raping cock stuffing his face, the two older men aware that they needed to change things up sooner rather than later to back the kid away from the edge of his rapidly approaching orgasm, Alex was only aware of it's onward rush at the point where it was already nearly too late.
George Springer drew his long, thick cock from Alex's mouth with a loud pop as Jose Altuve pulled away and allowed the 3rd baseman's cock to slap violently against his pelvis. The second baseman wrapped thumb and forefinger around the base of Alex's cock, choking it tightly in his grip, moving his mouth upward before clamping his lips and teeth down hard on a painfully erect nipple, while the center fielder lowered his own face and claimed Alex's mouth with his own, tongue driving in hard and deep to wrestle the younger man's into submission.
Not that Alex would have dreamed of fighting at this point. A perverse pulse of need and desire rose up in him as he sucked hard on the tongue in his mouth, as eagerly as he had done with the cock that had been there just seconds ago. Altuve's quick move to the other nipple, followed immediately by the sharp, fingernail digging pinch of fingers on the other sent a convulsion rocketing through Alex's massively horned up jock body.
Both men pulled completely away from him simultaneously, leaving his chest and mouth in search of their power for several trembling seconds before he opened his eyes to the greeting of their leering, lust crazed faces. Jose leaned in close, nipping mischievously at Alex's lower lip before pulling quickly away.
"Come on, papi...eat my ass!"
Part 2
Alex watched as the muscular little pocket jock spun himself around and climbed onto the coffee table, spreading his muscular legs wide and thrusting his rock hard bubble butt back for the 24 year old's eager inspection. The 3rd baseman drank in the horny sight of the lightly furred crack, spread wide for his use, cast a quick glance up at his other drooling teammate and slipped to the floor, resting his hands on either side of Altuve's powerful 5'6" frame as his face was drawn forward like a metal to a magnet.
Just as he was making his first long swipe along the wide open crack, his legs were wrenched off the floor, threatening to pull him away as Springer shifted over the couch, sitting down hard and pulling Bregman's 185 lb body closer to him. The center fielder shifted his grip quickly, managing to both push the 3rd baseman's face harder against the 2nd baseman's muscle hole, while bringing Alex's winking hole into range for his own searching and eager tongue. Springer held Bregman in a sure grip, teasing his buddy with long slow licks over every inch of his ass except the one inch he wanted to feel that tongue most of all.
Alex dug his own tongue into Jose's winking hole, savoring the sweaty musk of the smaller man's ass, even as he tried desperately to line his own hole up with George's talented taster. He had all but given up making that much needed contact when, tongue drilling deep into Altuve's tight jock hole, his own was finally impaled by his buddy, Springer's deep dive inside him sent a deep, whimpering moan out of his own mouth to echo against the entrance to Jose's sexy latin booty, his lips sucking at the outer rim like a nursing calf, even as he thrust his tongue in and out, encouraged equally by the deep driving tongue in his own ass and the deep, almost incomprehensible words of encouragement slipping from Jose's lips. The smaller stud grinding his ass back against his face, even as Springer pulled Alex's ass back tight against his own.
The feeling of weightlessness, arms barely supporting him on the coffee table, legs lifted off the floor in Springer's sure grip sent waves of dizziness ricocheting through Alex's entire being, closing his eyes he almost felt as if he was floating in a dream.
An extremely horny and lustful dream as he continued to eagerly, greedily tongue fuck the tight jock ass of Jose Altruve while reveling in the feel of George Springer's scruffy chin rasping along his taint, tongue digging deep inside him, stretching him...lubing him. He felt the center fielder's grip shift slightly, fingers moving across his groin, worming their way under his achingly hard cock, prying it away from his body painfully, only to let it just as suddenly slap back hard against his pelvis with a wet thwack. Repeating the motion over and over, each thwack further punctuated by a sharp drive of the tongue through his sphincter, all the time Jose using his muscular frame to grind himself back against Alex's face, fucking himself on the 24 year old's tongue with a wantonness that drove the 3rd baseman to dangerous levels of need.
Alex shifted his arms painfully, elbows nearly digging into the carved wood of the table they rested on as he sought to grind himself back against George's face harder, desperate for the talented tongue to dig deeper into him, while still maintaining firm contact between his tongue and lips and Jose's tight ass. For a time his teammates allowed him to rock his muscular body between them, devouring Altuve's tasty hole while offering his one wide spread jock ass for Springer's unconditional use. With a final painful prying away of his achingly hard cock, a last sudden thwack of it's drooling head against his sweat slick flesh, Bregman felt the center fielder shift his grip precariously, fingers now digging bruisingly into his glutes and prying the cheeks wider, opening his crack for deeper and more profound explorations. The 24 year old jock felt the hard pressure of his buddy's nose against his tailbone as that long, perfect tongue dug deeper still into him.
Jose pushed up hard, arching his strong back in a heaving motion that had the lusty effect of pushing his ass harder back against Alex's face, the new angle tightening the already clutching entrance to the point where the 3rd baseman's tongue was virtually ensnared inside the overheated muscle hole of the 2nd baseman. Bregman moaned; long, low and desperate, against the oh so perfect assault as his teammate's seemed determined to swallow him whole, one fore and one aft. A fly on the wall would have seen the long, viscous trail of cock snot hanging nearly to the floor from the tip of Alex's cock, it would have also seen the second heavy stream flowing down along it before the weight of it broke them off to pool on the floor under him. The 3rd baseman moaned louder still as rivulets of jock sweat rolled down Altuve's straining, muscular back, tickling at his rimmer's nose and lips before Bregman sucked the moisture into his devouring, needy mouth.
All too soon, Jose pulled away, Alex desperately leaning forward to reconnect with that perfect ass, wobbling precariously, George was barely able to shift his grip in time to catch the 3rd baseman's powerful upper body. Palm splayed across Bregman's chest, Springer pulled his tongue out of the winking hole it had been raping, lowering the 24 year old to kneel on the floor as they watched Jose swing around on the table. The center fielder wedged his 6'3" 215 lb frame between the 3rd baseman's back and the couch. The second baseman locked his lips over Alex's, driving his tongue into the still open and drooling mouth, tasting himself in his buddy's kiss for a few perfect seconds before pulling abruptly away and leaning back.
"You better fuck me good, papi...I won't be happy if cum too soon!"
Alex watched lasciviously as Jose laid himself back, lifting and spreading his muscular legs, opening his ass once again to the younger man's use. From the corner of his vision, Springer's hand came into view, slick and shiny with lube, then wrapping around his cock, stroking him slowly from behind, his own cock resting tight against Alex's hip. Bregman's leering gaze followed Springer's hand as he was released, watched two long, rough fingers slip into Jose's tight ass to further ease the impending entry, the 24 year old was struck dumb in his lust as George gripped his cock once again, pushing from behind as he lined his buddy's cock up to Jose's winking jock hole.
"Don't be lookin' at me, buddy!" he growled, "If you're gonna' fuck Jose, he deserves all of your attention."
In the time it took Alex to lock his gaze with Jose's, he felt the shift of the muscles in his face shifting from a dumbfounded drooling leer to a jaw clenched hard set look of angry, malevolent lust. The brief flash of anxiety that flickered over the 2nd baseman's handsome face only punctuated the total shift.
Alex Bregman reared slightly up, slamming his hands hard onto the surface of the table on either side of Jose Altuve's heaving, begging body. He drove his cock forward hard, impaling the shorter man completely with a single pounding thrust, burying his full length into the man below him.
He would have liked to have said he held himself there, still and fully seated, out of some sense of letting Jose get used to him, but in all honesty, it was one hundred and fifty percent about choking back his own orgasm as the 2nd baseman answered his invasion by clamping his ass down tight around his cock, flexing his internal muscles , milking the cock buried deep inside him. Jose dug one heel sharply into his ribs, hooking his other around to press painfully against the small of his back, the shorter man's cock fiery hot and iron hard against his abs, no longer than his own, but definitely thicker. Jose refused to let Alex break their eye contact, only conceding some of his jock holes tight grip to allow his fucker to pull slowly, carefully back out before dragging the stud cock back inside him using his digging heels to spur Alex on.
George Springer hunched tighter against Alex Bregman's back, his 8 inch cock riding along the sweat slicked ass crack of his long time suck buddy, the man who was about to become his newest fuck buddy. The center fielder was actually torn between watching Alex ride Jose's miraculous ass to their completion and fucking himself into the young buck without warning. In the end he chose the middle path, rising over Alex hunching, humping, hungry body to nuzzle at the nape of his neck, reminding him that there was another cock in play, and pressing his hand into the small of the kid's back, slowing his wild thrusts into their teammate's eager hole, finally nearly stilling the 3rd baseman where he rested fully buried into the 2nd. Smearing lube on his cock, knuckles dragging against Alex's winking hole as he did, George nipped at his buddy's ear lobe.
"You gonna let me do this, right? You're not gonna hold out on me again, are you buddy?"
Alex could only shake his head slightly, eyes still locked with Jose's for another second before his head rolled forward and he whispered his plea.
"Fuck me, Georgie. Need it so fuckin' bad, buddy"
Springer's flaring cock head slipped through Bregman's sphincter before the 24 year old had even finished speaking, sinking slowly, surely inside him to it's full 8 inch depth as he let slip a long low whimper. The first few strokes of the three-way fuck were well out of sync and almost painful for all three of the studs before they began to slip instinctively into rhythm, Jose's heels spurring Alex's deep fuckstrokes into his ass and back onto George's cock, the center fielder meeting Alex in the middle as he continued his own deep drives inward, only to rocket the 3rd baseman deep into the ass of the 2nd . Alex knew he would not last, knew that he would for sure be pissing Altuve off by his inability to fight back against the sensory overload of tight clutching muscle ass and the powerful drives of the big cock rasping over his prostate in dizzying rhythm. His mind raced desperately, searching for any though that would delay the inevitability of his orgasm until it came to rest, and refused to be budged from, the deepest, darkest, most depraved of his twisted fuck dreams, and he knew he was lost.
Rearing himself up, driving as deep as possible into Jose's tight ass, he roared forth, not five minutes into the fuck he was breeding Altuve's ass deep and full, spilling his copious seed into the still clutching ass, his cum still oozing out of his cock as he shafted hard back against Springer, knocking the man off his beat, disengaging his ass from the iron hard cock and scrambling off of and temporarily away from Altuve.
Without a moments hesitation, or even thought, he dug his hand into the lube and smeared it over the thrillingly hard thickness of Jose's cock as he scrambled up onto the table, pointing the fat uncut shaft skyward, only to catch it's tip with his ass lips and sinking fully down on it, sucking in a long, whimpering gulp of air as he did. Allowing himself a half second of rest he pushed hard against his teammate's pecs, raising himself nearly off the massively thick shaft before letting himself fall back hard onto it's full length. He let his body come to a full stop on the seventh deep impalement, eyes locked with Jose's as he leaned forward over the smaller man before tearing his gaze away to look over his shoulder at his other teammate.
"Please?"
George Springer's jaw dropped in realization.
"You sure, Alex?"
The question came from Jose, and while the response was directed to both men he kept his eyes locked with the center fielder's Not trusting his voice, Alex Bregman simply nodded and then shivered almost violently as he saw the shift of muscle in his buddy's face, saw George rise up and over him, his 6'3" frame taut with lustful determination. Alex turned his gaze away, catching Jose's briefly before letting his eyes flutter closed, his head droop forward, as he felt the new contact of the center fielder's cock at the edge of his already wide stretched ass.
The smaller man's hands dug hard into his hips, holding Alex tighter against his body. The action brought a queer thought to the fore of the 3rd baseman's fevered brain, a sudden knowledge that his cock was still rock hard trapped as it was between his and Jose's heaving, sweaty, muscular bodies. One of Springer's big hands clamped onto his shoulder, holding him tight, keeping him from trying to move away, as the other hand aimed his hard cock, pressing, pushing it hard alongside the shaft already buried deep inside him. The sudden realization of what he had begged these men to do to him should have scared him, should have made him fight to tear himself away.
Alex fought to push himself back against the second cock, sucking air through clenched teeth as it began to stretch him wider, forcing it's way slowly but surely along the length of Jose's throbbing thickness. The memory of that one night, of his best buddy back at school finding the dildo under his bed, still slick with lube, the teasing as his buddy slipped it back inside Alex's greasy hole and then slid his own cock roughly in alongside it. Since that day Alex had craved just this moment, every time he and his buddy had repeated that little game, he had longed for the day (and feared it) that he would fully, really and finally feel two cocks in his greedy snatch at the same time. Would feel two men rutting deep and hard into him. Would feel two men spilling their jock loads up his ruined hole, salving it with their seed.
His buddy had only had a respectable but somewhat slender seven incher.
The dildo had only been about six and a half.
Even as Alex was afraid of the combined girth and length of his teammates, his muscles voluntarily relaxed, letting the fullness of both big jock shafts to sink deep inside him. His sphincter quivered around the two cocks as a massive pulse of pre cum oozed from his own, the two men inside him gasped at the hot pressure of their cocks against the other, at the deep, clutching heat of Alex's reflexively milking hole.
The reality of it was mind bending, two huge, hard jock shafts pummeling his hole in sweet union, Jose Altuve's from below, George Springer's from above and behind. Two men working in fuck drunk harmony as one cock drove into Alex Bregman's jock hole while the other pulled back and out. The 3rd baseman painfully hard and leaking, cock trapped between his and Jose's clenched abs, his balls nearly crushed between their grinding rutting pelvises. The 24 year old was reduced to his basest self, whimpering, moaning, cursing as the combined length and width of the cocks tore him wide and deep, opening him finally to the most extreme pleasure he had ever felt, had always desired. Strong hands dug bruisingly into his flesh as his own arms strained to hold himself somewhat upright, a task made harder by the rocking thrusts upward from Jose and the heavy, rutting weight of George's 215 lb body pressing against his sweaty back, the center fielder now basically chewing at his shoulder.
Still Alex continued to grind back against them, against their cocks as best they could, half angry with himself for not having let this happen before, half ecstatic at the fact that when he finally had, it was with these to powerful jock gods.
"OHHHHHHHHH...Fuck me! Fuck that hole, guys...PLEASE! Fuck my fucking jock CUNT!"
The whimpering, debased pleas spurred both tops to greater action, to further depths, to more powerful thrusts, digging hard and heavy into the slutty jock bitch so freely, so eagerly offering his butch body for their use. Subjugating himself for their needs, their desires.
Alex felt the cocks inside him swelling further still, felt his own balls clenching up once again, painfully constricted between rutting jock bodies, desperate to fire off another load as these two men continued to use him, his pleas of 'more' and 'oh god' and 'fuck me harder' and 'breed my cunt' and 'flood my fucking hole' becoming at once more insistent and more ragged as he crested the wave along with his two jock ass fuckers.
His breath was choked off suddenly and violently as his balls clenched up like they were being crushed in a vice, just before the first blast of his second orgasm of the last half hour began it's journey out of his slit, he felt a painful grind of cock inside him, followed quickly by an obscene, almost impossible swelling of the deeply fucking cocks.
Jose basted off inside him first, massive great shots of Venezuelan baby makers flooding into his ruined jock cunt in huge bursts, the swell of his already massively thick cock against Springer's set the center fielder off in turn, the blasts from each man seeming to meld into a deep and constant flood, as if a fire hose had been opened up inside him. All the while his own cum poured between his and Jose's bodies, smearing hotly, slickly between their clenching abs.
All three Astros were gasping, sucking air in a desperate bid to stay conscious though the crest of their fuck, hearts racing, minds fuzzy with lust addled floods of endorphins. George's arms tight around Alex's heaving chest, Jose's teeth clamped painfully around an erect nipple, digging sharply against the nub as the three men slowly came down.
Springer's grip loosening with each deeper slower breath, Jose's sharp bites slackening off to gentle kisses and teasing nips at the same time. The center fielder drug his fingers through the massive smear of cum that had washed over Jose's chest, bringing the sticky fingers up to Alex's lips, the stud 3rd baseman licking his own cum off of them, feeding on his own seed in sated depravity as the second baseman's fingers brought their own offering up to the puffy, swollen lips, Bregman fed and fed on his own load, offered to him by his teammates in turn as the two stud's cocks slowly softened and shrunk inside him, slipping free only after several long minutes, dragging with them a belching ooze of fresh jock cum.
Alex and George slowly slipped forward over Jose, relaxing together, sated for the moment, in a sweaty, cum streaked pile.