MLB playoffs 2013 (part 8)
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.
(Photo aids at the end.)
Interlude - A Quiet October - New York, NY
Even as the Oakland A's were fucking each other senseless (along with one horny Detroit Tiger), across the country a city accustomed to October baseball was strangely uninterested in the 2013 playoffs. The Bronx Bombers had been eliminated late in the season after a spirited comeback, and their National League counterparts over in Queens had been out of it for months. New Yorkers had long since moved on to football season -- not that they were finding any relief there, with their Jets getting off to a mediocre start and the Giants still searching for their first win of the season.
One man well known to all New York sports fans had to stifle a yawn as he sat in his darkened room in his Brooklyn condo, lit only by the bright glow of his flat-screen. Music pumped outside his door, but not so loud he couldn't hear the almost pitying commentary of the NFL Network announcers; the Giants had started their Thursday night game okay but now trailed the Bears by 10 as they moved inescapably toward an 0-6 start.
As he watched, David Wright's mind started to wander. The camera panned to where Eli Manning and the Giants' rookie QB, Ryan Nassib out of Syracuse, were talking on the sideline. Jesus, Wright thought. Kid's got a sick body. And indeed, the 23-year-old's powerfully-muscled 6'2, 230-pound physique was on full display even in his pads and uniform. Ryan was straight-up jacked for a quarterback, and it showed as his biceps bulged out of the tight-hugging sleeves of his jersey, his bull neck rose like a tree trunk from his shoulders, and his muscle-plated abs were clear under his #9. And as Nassib turned away from the camera, Wright caught sight of the young playcaller's huge, round muscle ass swollen into his tight gray football pants. "Shit..." he muttered. A vision flashed through his mind of Eli Manning just leaning in and kissing the hot rookie hard, then shoving down the kid's uniform pants and jock and just fucking Ryan Nassib right there on the sideline with the thick 9 inches Wright knew Eli was packing, fucking the young QB stud till Ryan's own long, fat NFL prick pumped a load all over the grass.
Wright felt his dick throb. Fuck, he thought, I better ask Cruz if the kid might wanna tangle. David Wright had been fucking Victor Cruz's tight muscle ass for years now and he relied on the hot Giants receiver to hook him up with...receptive NFLers. And Wright would definitely be up for driving his dick deep inside Ryan Nassib's rookie-jock butt.
But just as his fantasy was taking shape, the game went to halftime and Wright was jerked back to the tiresome reality of the 2013 New York Giants. He sighed and flipped the channel...and accidentally landed on the last of the last of the division series games out in Oakland.
"Oh hey look, bud, people are still playin' baseball."
Alex Rodriguez slid his lips slowly off David Wright's hard 8.5-inch cock, licking several times around the Met third baseman's sensitive cockhead before he got up on his knees and looked behind him. "That series ain't over yet?" A-Rod said, his voice rough with the strain of deep-throating David Wright's long pole.
"Yeah, I thought so too," Wright said. He watched as Rodriguez groped his own ultra-thick 8-incher, bobbing full and heavy with the Yankee slugger's own arousal. The 6'3, 225-pound third baseman went way back with Wright; he'd gotten on his back for David not 2 months after first arriving in New York, and they hadn't slowed up since, especially after Jose Reyes took off for Miami and Wright lost his favorite fuckbuddy. With A-Rod's recent legal troubles, the big guy had been hungrier than ever to get deep-fucked, and Wright was happy to oblige.
Wright stroked his own pecs as he watched Alex turn to face the TV. The Yankee infielder's broad shoulders and thick lats tapered beautifully down to his hard, round jock butt. "Shoo..." Wright breathed as he glanced over A-Rod's ass -- he always loved how it looked in the veteran Yankee's uniform pants, spreading those pinstripes wide, tugging his uniform tight against the twin bulges of muscle, but it looked damn good right now too. David let his hand trail down over his own ripped stomach to wrap around his slick, throbbing dick.
His attention was quickly being drawn from the TV completely. He grabbed the lube from the table and slicked himself up quickly, shuddering at the feel of his own smooth stroke, then rose up behind Alex. Up on his knees, David Wright looked fucking magnificent -- his team might not have had even a shot this year, but Wright himself was still in top physical shape at 30, standing 6'0, 210 pounds of solid muscle: broad round pecs; tight, cut abdominals; vein-tracked biceps and forearms. He let out a cocky smirk as he looked down at himself: he didn't blame the dozens of guys he'd taken back to this very room for giving it up to him -- many for the first time ever.
Not Alex Rodriguez, though. No, as Wright slid forward and eased his cock firmly into A-Rod's incredible ass, the Yankee star easily bent forward and lifted himself slightly, giving David a better angle. Rodriguez took that thick New York Met dick like a pro, his own pecs and abs clenching as he felt Wright slide deep inside him once again. "Love how you just fuckin' take me, Davey," A-Rod said in a low voice, his own hard cock rising all the way up to rub against Alex's tight stomach as he bent even farther forward.
"Hard to hold back...when I'm lookin' at this ass," Wright grunted as he built up a steady rhythm, driving a little deeper inside Alex Rodriguez with every thrust.
Alex was done talking. He bit his lip, lifting his head as David Wright fucked him deep. On the big flat-screen, the A's rookie Sonny Gray was circling the mound; fuck, the kid had a great ass on him. A-Rod himself tended to look for a good deep-dicking from his fellow major-leaguers, but he wasn't opposed to delivering a nice, hard fuck himself, especially if a guy had the kind of ass the young Oakland pitcher had in his uniform pants. And thinking about fucking the hot rookie jock was also a great way of not thinking about how he wasn't playing baseball, how he might well never play baseball again, for the Yankees or for anybody else.
A-Rod growled in frustration. "Fuck me, Davey." He rocked his tight ass back against David Wright's steadily pumping cock. "Fuck me harder, man." Wright complied, grabbing Alex's wide, powerful hips and driving himself faster, harder, deeper into Alex Rodriguez's ass. The Met stud's biceps swelled as he held Alex tighter to him, fucking the Yankee third baseman hungrily now, losing himself in the heat of this hard fuck. Sweat trickled down between David's pecs, along the v-shaped grooves down to his own beautiful ass, which flexed tight as he thrust himself deeper.
Alex's dick was leaking now, and the stud Yankee groaned as he felt David Wright's cock graze his nut over and over. His balls ached. God, his ass felt so fuckin' full. He started gripping Wright's dick with his powerful ass muscles, massaging the hot third baseman's hard prick with his tight jock cunt. "Fuck, Alex, feels so...fuck!" It pushed Wright over the edge: his mouth dropped open as he came, his pistoning cock emptying a thick load of Metjock cream deep in A-Rod's hole.
Rodriguez wasn't far behind, Wright's relentless pounding making his balls churn till finally he grabbed his hard dick and clenched his teeth, A-Rod's cock jerking and firing shots of hot Yankee come all over David Wright's bed, soaking the sheets.
The two ballplayers were still recovering when the door burst open and Matt Harvey's grinning face appeared, followed shortly by the Met rookie pitcher's bare, hard-muscled body. Harvey's fat 8 inches hung long and heavy between his muscular legs. "Yo, Wright, you--oh fuck, bro, I'm sorry." He started to back out.
"Don't sweat it, man," Wright said, slipping his hard cock from A-Rod's well-fucked hole. He felt Harvey's eyes on his still-aching dick and grinned up at his teammate. "We were just finishing up."
"Oh, well, uh...just wonderin' if you were comin' back out." Harvey grinned too, his own prick rising quickly to full mast. "Guys been asking for you."
Rodriguez looked up now, smiling back at Wright. "Popular man."
Wright just grinned wider. "Yeah? Who's askin'?"
"Me, for one," said Zack Wheeler. The other Mets rookie appeared in the doorway next to Harvey. Both young hurlers had electrified the New York faithful before being shut down. Young arms were so fragile.
Not that they fucked that way. Harvey'd had his eye on Wheeler's bubble butt from day one, and no sooner had Zack been called up to the bigs he'd taken the 23-year-old home and fucked that tight Georgia ass hard. The two rookies had been fucking each other's brains out almost daily ever since; even now, Zack Wheeler could feel Matt Harvey's come leaking from his well-used hole.
"You sure you'd even feel it, Wheeler?" his teammate joked.
Zack made a face. "Well, if you want somebody tighter, think we got Recker's cherry ass loose enough to take that fuckin' beast." Now that was enough to get David Wright's dick throbbing-hard again. The two pitchers stepped aside, and through the open bedroom door, Wright could actually see Anthony Recker bent over his leather couch, the backup catcher's handsome face twisted in a mix of deep discomfort and sublime pleasure as his straight jock butt got split open. The Mets backstop had a wedding date set with his girlfriend in December, and till this warm October night the "catcher" jokes had been no more than that -- jokes. But more than any other man in the major leagues, Anthony Recker had an ass that was made to be fucked -- no, more than that -- that massive, round, tight-as-a-drum muscle butt was made to be pounded, pile-driven, torn apart and filled with come from a never-ending line of hard jock dick. Of course Recker somehow hadn't realized all of this for the first 30 years of his life and thought himself 100% straight, till finally he came across a man with the confidence required to tell the tipsy but still 6'2, 240-pound stud that he had an ass that was made to be bred. And when Robinson Cano had done just that, followed by that infectious grin and a few fingers manuevering over Recker's ass in a way that made the handsome jock just curious enough not to slug Cano in the face...it was all over. Just half an hour later, Robinson Cano was taking Anthony Recker's untouched ass with the star second baseman's hungry, dripping-hard 9-incher.
Cano had since ceded to Brett Gardner, who came deep in Recker's ass literally forty-five seconds after sliding his long, hard prick into the catcher's vice grip; followed by Anthony's own teammate Daniel Murphy, who went slower to help Recker feel the pleasure with the pain but still came after just 3 minutes; and finally Mark Teixeira, who was still fucking the huge Metstud now 10 minutes later. Recker's own massively thick 10-inch beast strained beautifully into the air as he felt Tex's crown, which capped 9 thick inches of Yankee stud dick, drive against his prostate. Recker's body was a work of art as he held himself up off the couch, the broad tip of his dick dripping pre-come freely onto the leather. His triceps were cut like stone under the tanned skin of his arms and his shoulders were canteloupe-sized spheres of pure muscle. Recker's pecs were like boulders, each capped with a big, dark nipple that begged to be licked and sucked, and his midsection, though bulky enough that it resembled a linebacker more than any baseball player, was still cut and ridged with tight abmuscle. Teixeira's view from the back was just as nice -- the catcher's shoulders and back spread like a cobra, muscle layered on muscle, all curving sharply down to Recker's incredible ass, the two round mountains of muscle lifted high in the air and rocking back and forth as Mark Teixeira fucked the huge New York Met deep. It was an appealing sight -- in fact, even as they watched, Cano rejoined the party, sidling up behind his teammate and driving his dick inside Teixeira's own upturned butt, which just made the horny Yankee first baseman fuck Recker harder.
"Jesus," Wright breathed.
"And when you're done with that," Matt Harvey continued, turning back to his teammate, "wouldn't mind if I got a little taste of that big fucker myself tonight, if I'm bein' honest." Harvey stared pointedly down at David Wright's cock, now swollen hard once again and pulsing with Wright's heartbeat.
Wright was about to respond when another face appeared at the door. "C'mon boys, can't you see these guys just wanna fuck in peace?" That soft Alabama drawl came from David Robertson, one of the Yankees' top arms out of the pen, who wore nothing but a pair of black Yankee shorts that perfectly framed his gorgeous ass. He smiled that gorgeous smile at Wright as he roughly groped Harvey's and Wheeler's tight butts.
The Mets third baseman grinned right back. "Nah, we're done." His eyes drifted over Robertson's powerfully muscled frame, just 5'11, but packing almost 200 pounds of muscle. "Didn't know you were here, bud." Wright had wanted to fuck the cute as hell Yankee set-up man all season.
"Just got here," Robertson answered with a wink.
"Yeah, why you think he's still got clothes on?" Harvey added.
Robertson shot him a look. "Hey, I don't bend over for any New York Met who walks by my locker."
Wright stroked his dick needfully. "Yeah...just this one. Now get your ass over here." The handsome Yankee pitcher paused, dipping his head and smiling in embarrassment, then dutifully padded over to the bed. "You wanna hop on?"
Robertson responded by shoving down his Yankee shorts. His own thick cock sprang up hard, bouncing against his firm stomach. He smiled at Wright again, making the third baseman's dick ache. Robertson climbed on the bed, straddling Wright, his cock nearly grazing Wright's abs. Holding himself up with his thick quads and powerful midsection, he slowly lowered himself down.
"Jesus, you're tight, stud," Wright groaned as he felt the Yankee pitcher envelop him. Robertson said nothing, just breathed out slowly, then smiled again and started fucking his incredible ass on David Wright's steel-hard prick.
Alex Rodriguez turned to the two other Mets watching raptly from the doorway, both rookies tightly gripping their hard cocks.
A-Rod's own thick pole was rock-hard again. "You boys feel like fuckin' around while you wait?" The two hotshot pitchers glanced over at A-Rod's muscled body, then back at each other. They grinned and headed inside.
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