National League Bromance Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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National League Bromance
Bill Drake
pt. 1
When Paul Goldschmidt opened the door of his downtown Phoenix condo, he was nearly stuck breathless but how hot Anthony Rizzo looked. It had been almost a year since the two men had last hooked up and in that time somehow the Cubs player had gotten hotter, his 6'3" 240 pound bod in perfect athletic conditioning and the perfectly trim bulk not hiding much beneath the Cubs practice T and loose athletic shorts Rizzo was wearing.
"Hey bud," Paul greeted, clasping his National League fellow first baseman in a tight bearhug, "So awesome you could make it. Come in."
Rizzo stepped inside, his eyes practically raping Goldschmidt's equally tall, muscular bod, dressed in a preppy button-down shirt and khaki shorts. It had been a long few weeks since the 26-year old athlete had last gotten laid, and even the short San Diego to Phoenix plane ride was torture as he now eagerly anticipated ending the kind of dry spell the baseball season often imposed on him.
"I hope I didn't sound like I was inviting myself, Studly," Anthony said. "I just knew I had an extra day after the All-Star game and knew it would be great to spend some time."
"You kidding, Rizz? Fucking made my week."
That made Rizzo smile big. He wasn't sure exactly how things were going to go down and for a brief moment on the plane he'd worried that the invitation to hang out with Goldschmidt had been platonic. After all, during their last conversation Paul had mentioned his wife Ann a lot. While he was now getting that sexual vibe from Goldschmidt, Rizzo wasn't sure whether to take the initiative in starting something.
"Um, Paul, is it OK if I freshen up before dinner?" he asked, his duffel bag in hand.
"Mi casa es su casa, amigo. You know where the master bedroom is. I'll go ahead and order some delivery, it should take a while."
"Fuck!" Goldschmidt whispered as soon as he heard Rizzo close the door to the master bathroom down the hall. The Cubs star was just the sort of guy to make him go wild, and he knew he'd have to keep himself in check, not get too out of control. After all, it's what drove him to doing it with guys, the way you could be a little rougher, a little more intense. He didn't have to hold back like he did with his wife. He wouldn't call it better, just different...
As he waited for the food, he fidgeted, pacing around a little and finally opening a beer. What could be taking Rizzo so long? Then he realized and a lurid grin passed over his lips. "Fuck yeah, buddy," he said aloud, to no one in the room. He plopped down and turned on ESPN, and waited for the food to arrive.
The bathroom was set up just like last time. Anthony stepped into the shower and found the same hose attachment for douching. Adjusting the knobs and water flow, he cleaned himself out well, his 7 inch cock boning up in anticipation, though Rizzo was careful not to touch it. He knew if he played his cards right he had a long evening ahead of him.
After he was done and all showered, the first baseman toweled off, checking out his image in the mirror. His body type was thickset, but he was still young, and religious conditioning had kept his stomach flat, despite all the bulking up he'd done. His chest was completely smooth, the result of a recent waxing session and pink-red nipples stretched wide over ends of the pectoral mass. Rizzo liked how the smoothness showed off his hard-earned muscle and hoped Goldschmidt liked it, too. Keeping his eye on his reflection, he pivoted his hips, turning around to show off his round, power butt. He'd waxed there, too, last time, an experiment to see how it looked, but Anthony decided it looked pretty fucking hot. He hadn't had the hairiest ass to begin with, but now the brawn, filled out with his baby fat, looked smooth and sheen.
Rizzo opened the drawer of the vanity and smiled when he saw the jar still there. Coconut oil, Paul's favorite lube. Anthony picked it up and unscrewed the lid. The jar was half depleted, which gave the Cubs man a little shiver of jealousy. How many dudes had Goldy been boning lately? Dipping his fingers in deep, he scooped up a thick dollop of the half-solid oil and brought it to his nose. It smelt good, like suntan oil, or a tropical drink. He'd laughed when Paul had pulled out the stuff to prep for their first fuck - something about a butch guy like Goldschmidt going for something so fruity - but Anthony had to admit he could see the appeal.
With precision he brought his fingers to his butt and guided them deep into his ass cleft. His body shivered as he felt the grease touch his pucker and melt on contact. With a shove, he pushed two fingers in, spreading the salve around and into his hole. Anthony's dick jerked excitedly as he frigged himself, diddling his own hole to deposit more of the oil. If his own digits felt good, what would Goldschmidt's feel like?
He withdrew and scooped more out of the jar. This part was more viscous and Rizzo succeeded in stuffing most of it deeper into his cleaned-out anus.
Done with the prep, he wiped off the excess from his hand and returned the jar to the drawer and wrapped the towel around his waist. He wanted to get fucked - no NEEDED to get fucked - soon. He hoped Paul was on the same wavelength.
Paul paid for the delivery and set the pizzas in a low oven to keep warm. He pulled out a second beer and one for Rizzo. He walked back to the living area and passed a mirror, where he stopped for a second. He was just two years older than Rizzo but Paul definitely had more mature looks - the older face, the thinning hairline, and the hairy chest and arms. He remembered how Tony had gone crazy for his chest fur the last time. Maybe that's why the dude got under his skin like he did, the way he gave off pure adoration for the older player.
Is that why I look like I'm dressed up for a fucking date? Paul thought, looking at his clean shaven face and groomed hair and a oxford-stripe button down. He set down his beers and unbuttoned his shirt, first opening up the top buttons to show off his chest hair and the sight of his upper-torso muscle, then saying "fuck it," and undoing all of them and peeling off the shirt entirely. He ran his hands through his fur, undoubtedly grown in thicker than the last time he'd fucked with Rizzo - ever since Ann stopped having him trim it, Paul had decided to let it grow in wild.
His abs were tighter than Rizzo's and his waist smaller, but that made his upper body and particular arms look more impressive in contrast. Though he carried 15 pounds less than Rizzo, he had an imposing stature.
He picked up the beers and sat back down on the couch. His cock was fully hard now, anticipating doing his buddy. Paul gave it a squeeze, whether to encourage or discourage his fat bone he wasn't sure. He felt a little guilty for fucking around behind Ann's back like this, but they had a don't ask don't tell arrangement that seemed to be working well. No way could one person tame Goldschmidt's overdrive of a libido, which if anything had spiked harder as he entered fatherhood and his late 20s.
He let go of his crotch and spread his legs, let his bone ride up in his shorts crotch. It was already leaking into his UnderArmour briefs. Yeah, he reflected, this arrangement works better all around, keeps his marriage solid. Even if she didn't know the details, she had a good idea why Paul retreated to his downtown bachelor pad a couple times a month.
"You glad to see me, Studly?" It was Rizzo's voice snapping out of his reverie. Paul looked up with a smile to see his house guest standing there, his smooth skin damp and towel wrapped around his midsection, a hardon visible beneath the terry cloth.
"Damn, Tony, you're looking awesome these days." Unconsciously, he ran his mitt over his erection, unable to help himself.
"Yeah?" Rizzo smiled, his full cheeks making him look younger, almost like a college kid. "Been on a new conditioning program." His fingers grazed along his smooth front as if to show off the goods. "You like it?"
"Hell yeah," Paul muttered, spreading his legs wider. "Come 'ere, Big Shot."
Rizzo stepped up and knew the Diamondbacks star wanted him. Wanted him almost as much as Rizzo did him.
"Nice," Goldschmidt growled as his hands touched the freshly showered skin of his fuckbud. They don't make them any hotter than Anthony Vincent Rizzo, he decided as his finger deftly hooked behind the towel and pulled it loose. There he was, the hottest power bottom in the league, exposed and naked in front of him, showing off what was a perfectly proportioned bottom cock of a good 7 inch length and tapered head, uncut and with the skin pulled tautly over the erection's end. "Someone's pretty excited," Paul teased, giving the prick a light smack, which made Rizzo's body shake in horniness.
"Gawd, Goldy, you don't know the half of it. I'm so hard up for it, it's all I could think about at All-Stars, with you sitting on that bench next to me."
Flattery went a long way with Goldschmidt. "Yeah, Big Shot? You ready to put out for your man?"
"In the biggest way, Studly," Rizzo breathed, trying to hold back the urge to grab his cock and just jerk a load off on his National League mancrush.
"Turn around Tony," Paul said softly. He practically wolf-whistled as he saw the chunky-muscled bubble butt displayed for him. Bare skinned and perfect. "Got anyone taking care of this amazing ass, Rizz?"
"No," he hissed, turned on by Paul's seductive touch. "Not lately."
"Well, I gotta do something about that then, huh?" the top growled and spread the thick cheeks. Damn, the crack was smooth too! And that ass pucker, not a stranger to cock but at that moment pursed into a tight rosebud, quivering like Rizzo's muscles in anticipation of what Paul would do next. Hawking a wad of saliva, he spit it out right into the middle of Rizzo's crack, shy of an inch above the bullseye. Lewdly, he watched the saliva trickle down and over the hole before spitting again, this time landing right onto the manhole.
The sight was more than he could take. Impetuously, he gripped the cheeks wide and dove in, tongue first, practically spearing Rizzo's hole as he started to eat the athlete out. "Oh Tony," he growled in a muffled voice as he realized the player had lubed up with the coconut oil. It was has favorite because it was perfectly edible. Goldschmidt could go from rimming to fucking and back again.
Generally Anthony was a passive bottom, submissive even, rather than a pushy one, but at that moment he reached behind him and roughly gripped Goldschmidt's dark-hair, pulling his head deeper into ass eating position. Paul responded by kicking up the rimming a notch, with deep tongue thrusts alternated by gentle gnawing kisses of this perfect hole.
It was amazing. THIS is what drove bottoms to Goldschmidt, Rizzo decided. The asseating skill, the pure male hunger, the REALLY thick and long tongue. It was like the ultimate sign of respect to the ass Anthony was about to give up. Part of him wanted to stand in this slightly hunched over position all day, being the recipient of the Arizona player's oral handiwork work. But it had been too long, relief too delayed.
"Fuck me, Goldy. Now. Please."
Goldschmidt leaned back and wiped the smeared spit from his face. His tongue still wagged out of his mouth, hungry and eager as Paul examined the ass and the hole he was about to pillage.
"You're too good to me, buddy," Paul said as he peeled down his shorts and his briefs with them. Excitedly his prick bounced up, heavy in its size as the top athlete ran his hands appreciatively over Rizzo's buns and then up the beefy bulk of Anthony's back muscle. He gave a gentle slap to those fleshy cheeks, getting off on the slight jiggle before the taut musculature kicked in, firming up that ass to unbelievable rockhardness.
Paul stood up, nuzzling his face against the Cubs player's neck and wrapped his power hitting arms around the guy. It all felt incredible to Rizzo, who savored the hairy muscle jock pressed against his back and the large hardon pulsing against his crack.
"You clean Tony? I can go get some protection from the bedroom if I need to."
Anthony shook his head no with a fevered desperation that this hunk would suit up. "100%. I swear Paul. You can do me bare if you like." Then, adding, "Pretty please, Studly."
Goldschmidt let out an involuntary deep moan as two fingers wedged against the tightness of Rizzo's jock pucker. Grade AAA ass served to him on a silver platter. "On the couch, buddy," he said simply.
Rizzo's prick was as excited as it had ever been as he fell back onto the couch. He wasn't sure what position Paul wanted him in. As he landed on his back, he figured his fuck buddy would tell him whatever posture to assume.
The Diamondbacks star wasn't choosy, though. He knelt on the spare space on the leather couch and grabbed Anthony's long built legs, pulling them apart and hoisting the stud's ass two feet up in the air.
"Oh God! Oh fucking God, Paul!" Anthony cried out as the top man attacked his hole like a man possessed, licking and flittering his tongue in doubletime, as the Cubs player started hyperventilating. "You're the best, Goldy, but... oh fuck... I don't think I can take much more.... Unh.... Need your dick Studly."
Goldschmidt had a knowing toothy grin as he leaned up, his big prick now dripping wildly onto the couch, as the excitement and anticipation worked up more presap than even he was used to leaking. "Yeah, Rizz? Ready for some major bone?" He pushed his hips up until his oversized prick rode along the upraised crack of the bottom slugger.
"Hell yeah. Dick me, bro." His body shivered as he felt the fat cut cockhead press firmly against his ring. This was the part that always made him nervous, the anticipation of penetration, knowing a dude as hung as Goldschmidt could do some major damage. He reached up and ran his hands over the top's hairy upper body, and along the bulging shoulders and massive power-hitting arms. "Here," Anthony murmured and bore down on his abs, contracting them and making the ripples of his six pack pop.
Paul wondered what his buddy was doing until he felt the wetness on his cock and looked down. Rizzo's hole was dilating open and out of the orifice was oozing molten, warm coconut oil, cascading all over Goldschmidt's erection.
"Hot damn, Rizz, that's hot," he growled and watched as another wave of the oil Anthony was holding in started gushing out over his fat stalk, running down the length and tickling his hairy ball sac.
It was more then he could take. With a shove forward he pushed past the man's hole and bored his thick monster right into Rizzo's guts.
Anthony sucked in a deep intake of air and pounded his fists rhythmically against the couch to refocus his body away from the penetration.
Paul smiled down lewdly on the perfect young stud he was buried balls deep in. It was the roughness of conquest that made boring dudes such a turn on for him. Something different than sex with his wife. He wanted to ask Rizzo if it was all right, but he knew his buddy could take it. Like he did last time. With a gentle motion, he moved his right arm over and brushed his hand across Anthony's cheek, a gesture the bottom athlete appreciated. His body relaxed a little and his bowels conformed around the large intruder. "Shit," he huffed, exhaling his held breath. "Way to fucking claim that hole, Studly." This is why he flew across the country for an overnight trip.
"No one gives it up like you, Tony," Paul said softly, starting a steady thrust with his hips. Restraint was out of the question after a wait like this. He had to fuck. "Guess it takes two first basemen to connect like this, huh?"
Anthony didn't answer. He couldn't answer. His mind, his concentration, his whole being was overwhelmed by the in and out pistoning of Paul's incredible girth. It fucked every thought from his head and replaced it with pleasure. Then Goldschmidt turned up the pace and the power even more.
Rizzo wanted to cry out, but the way his semen started oozing involuntarily out of his dick was a giveaway that he was about to have one massive anal orgasm. The white liquid trickled out, all over his six pack abs and smooth torso, until Rizzo let out a loud cry and hands-free, his cock erupted with a heavy spray of pro-player jizz.
The sight of the 240-pound hunk losing control egged Goldschmidt on. He jackhammered his prick with rapid punches into Rizzo's now open but snug hole. The greased up friction on his bone was gonna get him off big, maybe as big at Tony.
With a final push he shoved inside the Cubs man and let out his own loud orgasmic growl, ejaculating his first load of the day deep inside his buddy. Overcome with pleasure and excitement and buddy affection, he leaned down and attaches his mouth hungrily to Anthony's shoving his tongue inside for a hot kiss as his body shook in the aftershocks of cumming.
When he was done, he broke the kiss and nuzzled his face against Anthony's. "Thanks, Rizz, I needed that."
Anthony was overcome with emotion and the post-coital high and held on tightly to Goldschmidt's burly body, not wanting the man to pull back and withdraw that prize cock.
Paul pushed up to look into Anthony's eyes. "Hold it right there," he said as he held Anthony's body steady and leaned back, extracting his spermy cock from the tightness of Rizzo's hole. He couldn't resist having a taste. With wide swipes of his tongue, he started licking up the sperm deposit from Rizzo's muscle, gathering up the semen in his mouth before meeting the other athlete in a cum-filled kiss.
The sensation of his own slime trickling back into his mouth made Anthony go rock hard again. And he felt Goldschmidt's heavy erection against his belly as the two men made out on the couch. "Paul," he finally observed, "you're still hard."
"I could go for round two right now, buddy." He saw Anthony respond with a look of hunger. He could get used to that look. "... but I need to get some food in me. Whaddya say we take a dinner break?" He raised up and laughed at the way Rizzo's eyes followed his erect cock. "I hope you don't have any problems eating with a boner," he joked.
Anthony shook out the cramps in his legs as he swung around and placed them on the floor, pausing a second to regather his strength before standing up and following Paul down the hall.
Paul's backside was as magnificent as his front, a burly powerhouse of top musculature rather than Rizzo's textbook bottom bubble ass. Anthony had told himself that coming here was just about two guys having fun, that he couldn't get wound up by the fact that Paul's already taken. Married.
He was sad Goldschmidt hadn't gone for seconds straight away. Anthony knew he had a couple loads left in him and he was real keyed up. But he had to admit the cold beer hit the spot and as he and Goldy sat in the kitchen eating pizza, making small talk, guy talk, it almost felt like two college buddies hanging out on a Friday night.
It was only when they'd polished off their second brew that their conversation got sparer and their eye contact heavier. Until Paul leaned back and nodded down to his prick that had gone down and had hardened up again. Dripping once more. "What do you think about a little dessert, Big Shot?" he asked.
Rizzo smiled and stood up from the stool and crouched down in front of Goldschmidt. He ran his hands along Paul's furry quads and steadied his upper body as he leaned in and started licking the heavy, wide cock.
After a couple of preliminary sucks, he pulled off momentarily, and nudged the large testicles with his fingers. "How many loads you got in me for tonight, Goldy?"
Paul gripped Anthony's powerful shoulders with his equally strong hands, drawing him back onto his dick. "We'll have to see, buddy." Now cramming his stalk into Rizzo's salivating mouth.
(to be cont.)