Archivist - Intended for gay male/celebrity. -Playoff Writer
MLB Playoffs 2013 (part 1)
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
Prelude
AL Wild Card Tiebreak - Arlington, TX
Matt Garza grinned as soon as he opened his hotel room door and caught a glimpse of who had come calling so late.
"Didn't think I'd be seeing you again this season."
Evan Longoria smirked. "Hell, I hoped I wouldn't." The Rangers pitcher scoffed, his face taking on an expression of fake indignation. That just made Longoria grin wider. "I mean, we shoulda been in Cleveland by now." He looked at Matt expectantly. "You gonna invite me in?"
Garza smiled, dropping the air of offense. He stepped aside, letting the Rays third baseman enter. As Evan turned to bolt the door behind him, Matt's eyes drifted over Evan's broad shoulders under his plain gray t-shirt, then down to where Evan's ass rose impressively into the mesh fabric of his navy shorts. He felt himself stir under his own gray shorts.
He broke his gaze as Evan turned, but it was too late. "See somethin' you like?" Evan smirked again. Fuck, he was cute when he did that.
Still smiling broadly, Longoria pressed Matt Garza against the wall and kissed his former teammate hard. Evan's hands were in Matt's short brown hair, cradling the pitcher's head, then sliding down over Matt's body. Evan felt the tickle of Matt's goatee against his chin and laughed as if it were the first time.
"Fuck, Ev." One of Longoria's hands had slipped under the waist of Garza's shorts and was stroking Garza's bare cock. Matt hadn't exactly been expecting company tonight so there was no other barrier to Evan's adventurous fingers, which now wrapped around the rapidly hardening shaft of Matt Garza's 7-inch dick. Evan's own 8 inches were already rock-hard, his cock tenting his mesh shorts freely since he'd also decided to forgo any underwear tonight. Garza breathed out sharply as he felt Longoria's spike drive against his leg. "Fuck...Evan."
Of course this wasn't the first time. Along with the night a week or so ago back in St. Pete when Longoria had fucked Garza to within an inch of his life, these two had been fucking and sucking and generally doing whatever they pleased with each other ever since Matt first showed up at spring training in 2008. From the first night, drunkenly jerking each other off in a Port Charlotte hotel room, all the way to this night tinged with the tension and competitive drive of the playoffs, they'd kept it real, kept it hot, kept it under wraps. It was fucking worth it.
Matt's hand was in Evan's shorts now, too, the pitcher sliding his fingers up the full, firm length of Evan Longoria's cock. Garza licked and nipped at the skin of Longoria's neck as the two ballplayers stroked each other steadily, till Longoria pulled back with a mock look of disapproval. "Hey now, you're gonna leave a mark."
Garza grinned wider. "Mm yeah, sorry. What would Myers say?" He gripped Evan's dick tighter and the infielder gasped in pleasure, but he was grinning too. The dig was good-natured -- if this were anything more than two good buddies fucking each other's lights out every couple months, it might have hurt Matt Garza's feelings to know that by now the Rays' rookie outfielder Wil Myers had fucked Evan more times than Evan could count.
Instead Evan just laughed and smacked Matt lightly. "Fucker."
"Oh?" Matt said, pulling free of Evan's grasp and pushing off the wall to steer his buddy back to the king bed. He shoved Evan down on the undisturbed covers, the third baseman's hard cock bouncing against his shorts. "Are we picking sides already?" Matt was grabbing the lube sitting a little too obviously by the TV and shucking his shorts, giving the fat prick that rose freely into the air a healthy squirt.
Evan considered, then shrugged, tugging off his shorts too and revealing his gorgeous cock, hard and thick, rising its full 8 inches from the neatly trimmed patch of brown hair. "You're gonna be playing golf by the end of the week anyway, might as well let you have your fun now."
Garza shot him a look, then shook his head. "You cocksucker," he growled, climbing on the bed.
Evan laughed. "Guilty as cha-aaahh...unnnhh, fuck!" A few seconds after that, Evan Longoria was reduced to wordless grunts as Matt Garza drove his hard cock several inches deep inside the handsome infielder. The smirk was gone -- Evan's mouth was dropped open, his eyes wide as he stared up at Matt, his entire body suddenly consumed with the incredible feeling of getting fucked by one of his fellow major-leaguers. Eventually, as he got used to the size and thickness of Garza's cock, Evan's smile returned. It wasn't the cocky grin he'd been wearing earlier, though, but a broad, unapologetic smile of pure pleasure. Longoria closed his eyes, biting his lower lip, as Matt sank even deeper inside him. "Mmhh," Evan grunted. "Fuck me, bro." Longoria's dick was already leaking, clear honey dripping down the thick, aching shaft, but Garza slapped away his buddy's hand when he went to touch himself.
"Fuck me harder, Matt." Evan's voice was low. He was already feeling it, his balls churning. God, he'd been hungry for this. Above him, Garza looked fuckin' hot. Matt's own broad smile had disappeared too, and all that was left was an intense hunger and lust, a desire -- a need -- to fuck Evan harder, deeper. Matt's eyes were dark brown, almost black, as he stared down at the pro jock he was fucking. Every few seconds he'd lick the corner of his lips, a subtle demonstration of the effort he was pouring in. Somewhere in there the pitcher had pulled off his shirt, and Evan found himself staring at Matt's wiry but powerful 6'4", 215-pound frame, Garza's ripped stomach flexing and relaxing as he drove his cock into Evan Longoria's tight ass over and over.
Suddenly Matt spoke up again. "Fuck..." he breathed, "you look amazing right now." He smiled again right as his dick sank deeper than ever into Evan, and Evan outright moaned. He bit his lip, trying to hold back. Garza was turning him out good now, and the pitcher knew it. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Evan's cock.
"Come for me, Ev." Matt tugged his grip firmly up Evan's 8 throbbing inches of cock.
And Evan Longoria came. He came hard and thick, jizz spraying from his broad dickhead, soaking Garza's abs as his buddy held Evan's cock toward him and kept fucking him deep. Evan's moan caught in his throat and he could only give a muffled gasp as his balls pumped shot after shot of come all over Matt's tight body. He had no idea he had to come so fucking bad until the moment Matt grabbed his dick, but now he was desperate to keep coming, his stomach clenching, his hands clutching the bedsheets.
Then Garza came too, and suddenly it felt even better, Matt groaning too and his dick firing its own thick load deep inside Evan's ass. Matt was long enough to lean down and kiss Evan hard as he creamed the third baseman's hole. Evan's hands were now clutching Matt's tight-muscled midsection, holding on for dear life as he felt Matt's hard dick pumping inside him. His entire body felt on fire.
Finally, Matt broke the kiss, his muscles relaxed and Evan felt the powerful mass of Matt's cock sliding free. Garza rose up on his knees, his abs still clenched as he looked down at Evan's fucked-out face, the Rays' third baseman's arms limp across the bed, his dick still dripping come onto Evan's stomach. The Texas pitcher's lips curled into a smile. "You know, Longo...suddenly I'm thinkin' I might be ready for the offseason after all."