DISCLAIMER: A FICTIONAL STORY INVOLVING INDIANA PACER AUSTIN CROSHERE AND CLEVELAND INDIAN JOHN ROCKER. THIS IS JUST A FANTASY SO CHILL. THE TRUE SEXUALITY OF CROSHERE & ROCKER IS NOT KNOW BY THIS AUTHOR. NOR DO I HAVE ANY KNOWLEDGE OF ANY OTHER SPORTS STARS MENTIONED IN THIS FANTASY. IT IS JUST A FANTASY. ENJOY.
AUSTIN CROSHERE TAKES JOHN ROCKER AS HIS BOY WIFE Part 2
AUSTIN CROSHERE stood in his tank and shorts watching JOHN ROCKER shower. Damn that boy was hot. Sexy blue eyes too but what a bod. Gonna be great to feel that under him.
Austin was sore from his workout and wanted a shower but he didn't want to freak John out by wagging his big dick around the showers. Even the most stretched out pussy boy had been known to have second thoughts when he saw Croshere's meaty slab swinging freely and hell that was when it was soft! No way was he going to risk freaking John out. The boy was still like a high strung colt. Austin would break him in but slowly. Besides, he had noticed the way Rocker liked his sweaty smell. That seemed to break the ice and so the little pony didn't up and bolt, Croshere needed to keep his edge.
Rocker's dick was perfect. A rosy pink with a large head. Measured about six inches when hard, Austin guessed. Cute little knockers too with just the right amount of fuzz on them. He looked at the rest of John's body and decided the guy looked like he was hitting puberty! Oh, John was muscular but his body was hairless except for spots that could best be described as peach fuzz. Johnny was one hot boy.
As John turned off the shower, Croshere grabbed a towel. John attempted to take the towel from him, but Austin shook his head and smiled as he began toweling off John. He had to do it because he just had to feel this hot little boy stud's bod.
Embarrassed, John pulled the towel around his waist and he and Austin walked back to the lockers. While John put back on his workout clothes, Austin thought about how the boy didn't seem to plan ahead. You don't workout, get all sweaty, shower and then put back on the same dirty clothes. Austin decided no one had ever really taken a guiding hand to John Rocker. Well he would now. Austin opened his locker, grabbed his gym bag and took out a comb. John protested but Austin ignored him and combed his boy's hair.
Finishing up, he put the comb back in his gym bag and said, "Now you're all pretty."
John felt awkward. He didn't think any of this was right, so why was he liking it so much? They walked out to the parking lot to Austin's car. "A rental?" John asked but Austin explained it was his and he kept it as his parents who lived near by. John gave him directions to the place he was staying but otherwise fell silent as he wondered what the fuck was going on? He was a man, all man, this couldn't be happening. It had to be some sort of bad dream.
Pulling up a cheap motel, Austin decided either John was very frugal or he didn't have much money from baseball. John got out of the car and started to walk off when he heard Austin's door open and close.
"Look Austin, I don't know what's going on but I'm not gay so thanks for the ride and bye," John called out hurrying to the door of his motel room.
Austin stopped him, turned him around and then pushed him against the door. He stroked John's handsome face while he looked into the boy's eyes filled with panic.
"Oh baby, that wasn't a ride. I'm saving that for our honeymoon."
John fought hard not to respond but his body had a mind of it's own. He felt his Rocker shoot up and his body trembled. Austin grinned and kissed him on the forehead. Taking the key from John, Austin opened the door and led John into his own room.
He sat down on the only piece of furniture in the room, a bed. John nervously sat down beside him. This was so wrong, he should just tell Austin to get out. But the door was closed and no one would know, right? As much as he hated himself for wanting it, he wanted it. He wanted Austin to rip off their clothes, toss him on the bed and screw the hell out of him.
He told himself it was normal, what he was feeling. He'd gone from a major team to a nothing one. He'd been a famous and loved sports star and now it seemed like the whole world hated him. All that was building up tremendous stress and this was just a reaction to that. He wasn't queer and one fuck wouldn't make him queer. Besides, after Austin fucked him, he'd hop on Austin's back and fuck him hard to show him who the real man really was. Yeah, he'd put Super Fag in his place. Everyone would wonder what happened to Austin's studly powers but Croshere would be too embarrassed to talk and damn straight John didn't intend on blabbing about this to anyone.
Then Austin draped his arm around John. Turning to look at Austin, John's nose was greeted with the sweaty musk that was Croshere. He moaned a little, soft moan. It wasn't lost on Croshere who smiled and, grabbing the back of John's head, pushed Rocker's nose into his hairy pit. John buried his nose in the wet, hairy pit with enthusiasm causing Austin to laugh.
"You really get off on my funky scent!"
John nodded, closed his eyes and gasped, "What a man you are!"
Opening his eyes, John turned bright red and couldn't make eye contact with Austin. Austin kissed the boy before explaining the game plan.
"This is how it's going to be. One month from now, we'll fly to Vermont and get married. We'll work out the details of who's coming and all that between now and then as we get to know each other. I love you, Johnny."
John had been forming his protest in his head until he heard Austin say he loved him. At those words, John just nodded.
"Okay then. I've got to go tell my parents and my best friend, Bob. He's going to be my best man. You start thinking about who you want to invite and we'll get together tonight around seven to hit the mall and look at rings."
John nodded again and Austin kissed him on the lips softly. Just as suddenly as he'd been on the bed, he was gone.
John breathed in deep through his nostrils, smelling the trace of Austin's sweat still on his nose. He had a raging erection. He was going to marry Austin Croshere. He smiled lost in a dream. Then he thought again, he was going to marry Austin Croshere.
Fuck that! He was a man, a stud. He wasn't about to marry some bitch let alone some faggot. What the fuck was going on here? John knew he had to take control again. He couldn't sit here and jerk off thinking about some dude! He was just horny, that's all it was. What he needed was to get laid. Find some cunt and poke her good. Get back in the saddle and everything would return to normal. Making up his mind to nail some girl, he rushed out of his room in search of pussy.
Austin broke the news to his parents who weren't surprised. They'd known he was gay since high school. He'd dated that dude Greg at Crossroads where they were both on the volleyball team. So his parents had time to adjust to reality. But they did have concerns. John Rocker was a loud mouth jerk. Austin explained that John just needed a firm hand.
But what about their sports careers, his father wondered. Austin reassured them that with all the money the Pacers had guaranteed him there was no way they'd cut him this season. Like it or not, they'd let him ride out the season and then come May, they'd make a decision based on how well he performed. What about John's career, Austin's mother wondered.
"The Indians will probably drop him. He's too controversial right now so imagine how much worse it will get when news of the marriage leaks out. I'm cool with that. Don't really want my boy wife working," Austin grinned.
A silence fell over the room as everyone in it absorbed that this wedding was really going to happen.
Finally, his mother spoke.
"Andy's been calling."
"Fuck Andy Roddick!" Austin spat out. "That slut just wants to get laid. With Andy it's all about Andy. I want someone to share my life. Tell him to stop calling, Mom. I mean it."
Austin walked over to the phone on the kitchen wall and dialed John's motel.
John looked around the crowd at the low rent TGIF wannabe. He noticed Titsy right away. Red hair flowing, a drink in one hand, tits that looked like lear jets. Yeah, he thought, be nice to cruise those tits.
He swaggered over, pulled out a chair and sat down before her. "Hey baby," he drawled oozing southern charm.
Titsy glared at him. Not deterred, John asked her if she wanted to party.
"Get lost you creep," Titsy hissed fishing out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from her purse.
"Come on baby, don't you want to play? You on your back, my slugger plowing away at your coochie, sounds like fun, don't it?"
She blew smoke in John's grinning face. He felt his temper rise.
"Bitch, don't you know who I am?"
"You look like that creep who played for the Atlanta Braves. What was his name? Jonah Ricker?"
"John Rocker! I am John Rocker."
"How sad for you," Titsy hissed as she waived to a waiter.
Before he knew it, he was being asked to leave. What the fuck! Any bitch should be proud to have a shot at a man like him. Fine, fuck Titsy. So he struck out, well the game wasn't over yet. He headed out in search of women with a little better taste.
"Don't you have any taste, any standards!" Bob Paris laughed at Austin Croshere.
"Nope, I'm just in love."
"You must be. John Rocker? Ugh."
"He's misunderstood. He doesn't even know himself. I mean he was shocked to find himself attracted to me."
"So you're gonna swing the door wide open for the closet case?" Bob teased.
"Door's not gonna be the only thing wide open after I take his cherry on our wedding night!" Austin boasted.
Bob slapped him on the back and thanked God he had never had the slightest desire to bottom. He could just imagine how much pain John Rocker would be in after Austin plowed him with his mighty hog.
"I'll be your best man, you know it. But I want to talk serious here."
Austin nodded and they sat down. The former body building champ put on a serious face and spoke of his own failed marriage to minor male model Rod Jackson. Jackson was a bottom but didn't want the world to know so they never spoke publicly about their sex life.
"We write a damn book talking about every fight we ever had, every crisis and we never say one word about sex! Rod wants us to be role models but hell we came off like poster boys for chastity."
Bob said it was a mistake not to confront the issue head on. It became this elephant in the room everyone ignored. He couldn't even kiss Rod in front of friends because Rod felt the kiss would reveal too much about who was in charge. Bob was in charge and goddamn it that was how he wanted it. But he had to go around talking about how Rod was equal and all this bull shit. Rod was special and loved but not his equal.
"Bob, I know just what you mean. I love Johnny and want to make him happy but no way am I not calling all the shots in this marriage. I'm sorry but that's how it's got to be."
"Don't apologize to me. Everyone's allowed to pick the kind of marriage they want. That's what Rod picked, me in charge. He just couldn't deal with the world knowing about it and that was this constant issue that finally got to be too much. It destroyed our marriage. You make sure Johnny knows from the get go who's in charge and that your boy wife is married to an old fashioned bull."
"No problem. I'll lay down the law with Johnny."
"Not good enough," Bob said. "Put it in the vows and make him say it publicly. Hell, I might even get a lawyer to draw up an agreement first if I found another guy I wanted to marry."
Mary. That was her name. She looked to be in her early forties. Probably ten years ago she got told she looked like Heather Locklear with tits. Nobody was telling her that these days but hell she was interested and looked better than Linda Tripp so what the fuck? John paid her bar bill and they left together.
Back in the motel room, John was all boasts and braggings about how he was gonna fuck her so hard she'd be singing "Like a Virgin" and bleeding. Mary was ready for it. "Bring it on!" she squealed getting undressed.
Holy shit, a real life ball player. This was her ticket out of public housing. She intended to pleasure him like he'd never been pleasured. And why the hell not, he was one damn good looking man. A real stud. She ripped off her bra and grabbed her breasts.
"Come here stud," she panted.
John looked at those big hooters and thought at last things were as they should be. Striding over, he dropped to his knees and smothered his face in her boobs. Yeah, this was heaven. This was what he was raised to do, fuck women. Damn straight.
Mary reached down and undid his shorts. Reaching in she asked, "What's the problem?"
"Huh?"
"Why ain't you hard?"
John looked down at his limp dick hanging out of his pants. What the fuck! He concentrated hard and tried to will it to life. "Come on big boy," he told himself, "it's time to hit the field."
"Well?"
"Give me a minute," John said with exasperation.
"Come on," he silently urged his dick. "It's time to play ball! Gonna run the bases and slide on into home! Come on!"
"Are we gonna do it or not?" Mary asked.
"Shut the fuck up!" John yelled still looking at his limp dick.
Rolling her eyes, Mary laid down on the bed and turned on the TV. Meanwhile a frightened John, grabbed his soft cock and began tugging on it, trying to get it hard.
The door opened suddenly and Austin walked in carrying flowers. He looked over at Mary laying on the bed, naked from the waist up, and at John, dick hanging out of his pants and his hand trying to jack it.
"What the hell is going on!" Austin exploded.
John looked at the enraged basket ball player and let go of his dick. Austin was pissed off, it was obvious. He turned to Mary with panic.
"You need to go," John told her.
"Sure thing, honey," Mary said trying to hide her mirth as she pulled on her blouse.
She looked over at Austin looking back and forth at both of them.
"Don't worry, lover," Mary chortled, "he couldn't get it up for me."
Standing she swatted John's now bulging dick and said, "But I see he don't have that problem around you."
John stared down at his boner as Mary walked out. Damn it, he was hard. Austin Croshere walks in the room and he's hard! What the hell was wrong with him.
John started crying.
Seeing the love of his life burst into tears melted Austin's anger away. He grabbed John in his arms and took him to the bed.
"This is so wrong!" John sobbed. "I shouldn't want this!"
"But you do, don't you, honey?" Austin asked looking into his eyes.
"YES!" John sobbed louder.
Austin pulled him close and patted him on the back.
"You want to tell me what happened?"
Tears streaming down his face, John revealed how he'd gone out looking for a woman to prove he wasn't gay but he had repeatedly struck out. Then when he finally got one back here, he couldn't get it up.
"Johnny, that's because you're mine now."
John looked at Austin and nodded.
Austin wiped away John's tears and said, "Say it."
"I'm your's now," John gasped.
Austin rolled over on his back and pulled John on top of him. John felt a surge rush through him as he felt his body in such close contact with Austin's large frame.
"I know this was confusing for you but quit thinking about it and accept it. I love you and you love me. You belong to me now. You're going to be my wife, my beautiful boy wife."
At those words, John began to slowly hump against Austin. Trying to hide a smile, Austin pretended not to notice.
"I know this was hard and confusing, so I forgive you but you're mine now. Don't be pulling any more shit like this or I'll have to discipline you."
Austin noticed John's humping increase.
"You wouldn't discipline, would you?"
"Damn skippy! I'd spank you with my hand. You over my knee. That's how your husband disciplines naughty boy wives. And I will be spanking you in the marriage because you need to respect me and obey me. That's how our marriage will be."
Austin waited for John to speak but for once in his life, John Rocker was amazingly at a loss for words. That was more than fine, the frantic humping John's pelvis was doing told Austin that his boy wife understood, accepted and wanted the same kind of marriage.
Smiling, Austin slapped John's butt hard.
"OOOWWW!"
Austin kissed him and pulled him tight.
"That's enough of that, Johnny. Let's just snuggle." -------------------- email me at littlejockvincejrgot3_5@yahoo.com if you want to talk about the story.