Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2009 19:54:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Zeek King <zeekking41@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball Tag Team

Warning: This work of fiction involves sex between three males.  If you are
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Baseball Tag Team

by Colin T.

I walked into the high school, entering the shadows to escape the
blistering heat of the August day.  The sun beat down and my forehead bled
sweat down my face.  I had just come from watching the baseball team
practice, my lust for the players outweighing my discomfort in the heat.
Practice was over, alas, and I would have to content myself with fantasies
of sweaty jocks and bubble butts for the time being.

I jogged down the stairs into the boys' locker-room and was immediately
overwhelmed with the stench.  My friends and I called it the "stank", a
smell that was both revolting and intoxicating.  It smelled of sweat, piss,
cum, ass, and B.O.  It smelled of men.  I walked over to my locker and
dialed the combination.  I grabbed the towel and soap I kept in there and
headed to the showers where I proceeded to stand under a stream of cool
water for about ten minutes.  I heard the clatter of feet on the floor of
the gym that was above the locker-room and heard the baseball team come
down the stairs.  The locker-room was split into two identical halves, and
I was on the opposite side of the team.  I heard them laugh, joke, shower,
change and then leave.  I was alone.

I soaped up my body and then rinsed it off, paying careful attention to my
dick and ass.  You never know when you're gonna meet a hot guy and have to
undress.  No one likes a dirty asshole or cock; well, maybe some guys do,
but most don't.  I got hard as I was fondling my balls, and my dick rose to
its full six and a half inches.  I knew that I wouldn't get any relief if I
didn't take care of my hard-on, so I stroked my shaft a bit, tugging at my
nuts with my other hand.  I closed my eyes and let the water cascade down
the abs I had been working hard on all summer, and imagined getting fucked
by one of the guys on the baseball team.  I reached around and inserted a
finger into my ass and slowly fucked myself as I thought about a fat, hard
cock filling me up.  My stroking got faster and a small moan escaped my
lips.  I opened my eyes in time to see my dick spasm in my hand as I came
on the wall.  My cum dripped down into the drain.  I felt content and tired
as my dick deflated.  I turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around
myself, and walked back to my locker.

Where, much to my surprise and chagrin, I saw one of the baseball team,
Number 9 to be precise, sitting on the bench that intersected the row of
lockers.  Brendan, Number 9, was one of the hottest guys on the team.  He
was a junior, had beautiful mocha skin, deep sleepy eyes, and the sexiest
voice.  He was also a nice person, to boot.  I'd never heard him say
anything nasty to anyone in the school, even the nerds and queers.  He was
sitting on the bench with his right leg stretched out, massaging his thigh.

"Oh, hey Brendan.  I didn't know anyone was still in here."

"Hey Jeff, how's it going?  Yeah, the rest of the team left.  I had stayed
on the field to practice throwing a bit more with the coach."

"Oh, cool."  I remembered he was the pitcher for the team.  "You alright
there?  Your leg I mean."

"Yeah, it's nothing, just a Charlie Horse.  I can't even bend down to untie
my cleats."

 He smiled and his face lit up.  Man, was this boy sexy.  I weighed the
option in my head.  I could either murmur some apology, turn to my locker,
get dressed, and regret this decision forever, or I could offer to untie
his cleats, get on my knees in front of him and see where it went from
there.  There was always the possibility that I would get a strange look in
return for my offer and forever regret the moment.  Chances are I would be
rebuked.  He was obviously straight.  It was practically common knowledge
that he had fucked half the cheerleaders, though they would put out for
anyone with a cup on.  There was no way Brendan would want anything to do
with me.  Still, I had to take a chance.  I've lusted over Brendan for
years and, to be so close yet so far, was killing me.  I took the plunge.

"Brendan, if you want me to, ya know, if it makes life easier for ya, I
could untie them for you."

He looked at me with those half lidded eyes of his, and smiled slightly;
one corner of his full lips turning upwards.  He managed to look sheepish
and cocky all at the same.  I wish I knew how he did it.

"Yeah, that'd be awesome man, ya know, if you didn't mind."

"Oh, it's no problem, I swear."

And, with that, I went over.  I kneeled in front of him.  I kneeled in
front of my god, my idol of lust.  I stared fixedly at his crotch for a
moment before I bent my head and went to work untying his shoes.  The laces
were double knotted so it took me a little while.  My fingers were slick
with sweat when I finally undid the laces and slid the cleat off his foot.
A white sock greeted me as he sighed with relief.  I went to work on the
other cleat and had an easier time with it.  When I had that one off, I
placed both shoes to my right and looked up at Brendan, who had his eyes
closed and his head raised to the ceiling.  I took a moment to observe his
perfect face; the high cheekbones, aquiline nose, kissable lips.  He opened
his eyes and caught me staring at him but, at that point, I was over the
abyss; his eyes held me enamored and entranced from the moment I beheld
them.  They were a chocolate brown and liquid; I could feel myself falling
into them, forever lost in the swirls of his thoughts and dreams.  I wanted
this boy. I wanted him in the worst way.  I wanted to be with him.  I
wanted him inside me.

"Thanks Jeff, I really appreciate it.  My feet were killing me."

"You're welcome Brendan.  Listen, this may sound really weird, and kinda
awkward, but I think you're the nicest person I've ever met and I'd do
anything for you, I really would."

He laughed then, but not in a malicious way.  I don't know where that
confession had come from, a bad case of verbal diarrhea most likely, but it
rang true as I said it.  Still smiling, sweetly, shyly, he locked eyes with
me again.

"Well, that's awfully nice of you, but it's my turn to be embarrassed now.
I know this is a really weird request, but my legs are still really cramped
up.  It would be great if you could take off my pants for me.  You can say
no if you want, it's no big deal, it's just, if you're offering..."

My heart stopped.  My mouth was cotton.

"That would be great...I mean fine, Brendan.  I don't mind, really I
don't."

He beamed at me and I kneeled forward, reaching to the tie of his pants.
My fingers brushed against his crotch and I could feel the stiffness of his
cup beneath the pants.  I worked my fingers around the strings that tied
his pants and undid it, slowly.  I loosened his pants a bit and started to
slide them down his legs; when they got beneath his crotch, I almost
gasped.  I kept going and removed the pants, pulling them off him one leg
at a time.  I observed his package from my perfect viewing point and could
barely contain my excitement.  His jock was stained and dirty and could
barely contain his bulging manhood.  I wanted so bad to touch it, lick it,
smell it, do anything to be closer to his dick.  And, before I was even
aware of what I was doing, my hand had gone to his cup and had started to
massage it.  He looked down at me, acquiescence and pleasure apparent in
his eyes, and, without further encouragement, I yanked his cup down,
exposing his cock and balls.

They were beautiful.  I had never, even on porn stars, seen a set of balls
so perfectly paired with a cock.  The cock and balls were the same color as
the rest of him, a smooth mocha that looked like it would taste like
chocolate or coffee or both.  He was circumcised and his dick has a perfect
mushroom head attached to a thick shaft that was already starting to
harden.  Of course my ministrations might have had something to do with
that.  His balls hung low in his sack and were perfectly round; about the
size of walnuts.  I wanted to roll them around in my mouth.

By this time I had started to slowly jack him off and I could barely
believe what was happening.  Brendan, Number 9 and star baseball player,
was letting me touch his cock.  He was letting me jerk him off and, judging
by the look on his face, he was enjoying it.  His cock had hardened and
grown in my hand, and I would say it stood at around seven inches tall with
a thickness of around six inches.  So it was basically a long, fat cock.
My favorite.  I couldn't resist the temptation anymore.  I had to have this
dick in my mouth.

"Brendan, you don't know how long I've wanted this for.  I've lusted after
you for months.  I would love to suck your cock.  I want you inside me.  I
want to give you pleasure."

"Jeff, fuck man, this is so amazing.  I didn't think you'd ever want to
touch me; you have no idea how long I've wanted your ass.  You've driven me
wild in school, man.  I've jacked off to images of me fucking you so many
damn times.

"Shit, dude, you really want my ass?"  I had never really thought I had a
nice ass, but now that he mentioned it, I guess my ass could certainly be
considered a bubble butt.  Who was I to argue, anyways?  What was I
thinking?  This god, my idol, my object of lust, was basically confessing
his lust for me.  ME.

"Yeah, so fucking bad.  I would love to drive my cock deep into you.  Tell
you what; you suck my cock and then I fuck you good and hard.  Sound good?"

I didn't even bother to reply.  What more was there to say?  I inhaled his
cock like it was a glass of water and I was dying of thirst.  I sucked
gently on his head, first.  I swished my tongue around his cockhead and
down his shaft, wetting everything.  I opened my throat and slowly
swallowed more of his cock, gagging a few times, but working diligently.  I
used my tongue the whole time, tasting sweat and cum.  I eventually felt my
nose brush his pubes as I got the last inch of his dick in my mouth.  I
rose up some more and went back down, eventually working a rhythm where I
alternated sucking him deep with sucking his head.  My right hand fondled
his balls, pulling his nuts one way than the other.  I jacked his cock with
my left hand when I was just sucking his head.

Brendan was moaning above me, and his hands gripped the sides of my head.
I let him guide me down on his cock and then pull me back up.  He started
to buck his hips as he gently face fucked into me.  I loved the feeling of
his fat cock in my throat.  I loved making him moan and groan.  He picked
up the pace and slid in and out of my throat at an increasing rate.  I
watched him rise up off the bench as he shoved his cock all the way down my
throat and hold it there, gagging me on his huge dick.  My eyes watered but
I didn't let him know the discomfort I was in; I wanted his cock just as
much as he wanted my throat.  He withdrew his entire dick from my mouth and
I felt empty.  I looked up at him, imploring.  He just smiled and stood,
then lowered his balls to my mouth and started to teabag me.  I swirled one
nut around, then the other, moistening them both with my tongue and sucking
on them, gently.  He withdrew his balls and shoved his cock down my throat,
face fucking down into me, my eyes locked with his.  The lust was apparent
in him.

He withdrew from my mouth, again, and shoved me down on the floor.  Before
I knew what was happening he had straddled me and sidled up to my mouth.
My head was between his thighs and I could smell his man scent.  He slapped
my face with his cock a few times.

"Is it as good as you though it would be, Jeff?"

"Oh my god, Brendan.  Your cock is so amazing.  I could suck it all fucking
night."

"Yeah, well, you promised me your ass, remember?  And I want a piece of
that tight hole.  Well, all in good time.  Open up your mouth, bitch."

It drove me wild hearing such a sweet mannered kid talking dirty like that.
It was always the quiet ones...I hurriedly complied with his request and he
shoved his dick into my mouth again.  I choked on it at first but then got
adjusted to the dimensions.  I took control this time and started to jack
his shaft as I licked his cock head.  His hips bucked and shoved the cock
into me, just as he gripped my head and moaned.  I knew he was close and I
wanted his cum in me.  I sucked harder and faster, greedy to get my milky
prize.  He groaned and then pressed all the way into me.  I felt his cock
spasm as he began to shoot his load inside me.  I swallowed the milky load
as soon as I got it and waited for more.  He shot a few more time and I
gingerly sucked his cock head, waiting for it to wilt.  Nothing happened.
I sucked his cock dry, licked it clean, and then took it out of my mouth.
I looked up at him.  His chest shone with sweat and he had a content but
purposeful look on his face.

"Sorry Brendan, I wanted your cum so bad that I didn't even think of how
you wanted to fuck me."

"Don't worry about it, Jeff.  I'm still hard and ready to fuck."

"Jesus Christ, you just shot a huge fucking load."

"I know, that's how horny you make me."

And he winked right before he hopped off me, pulled me up onto one of the
benches, placed me ass up, and slapped my ass.  He mounted my ass and,
without further ado, proceeded to penetrate me.

I felt his cock pass my ass ring and enter me and I gasped as he filled me
up.  He didn't slow down to let me get accustomed to his dick; he simply
took control in a way that I never knew he was capable of.  He grunted and
kneaded my ass as he slowly drove his hard cock straight into me.  My face
was smashed into the mahogany benches and I was breathing in centuries old
sweat.  I could feel his hands on my ass and his cock sliding its way
slowly into me.  His pubes brushed my cheeks as he bottomed out in me and I
heard him sigh, contentedly, as I moaned; as much pleasure as pain.  I'd
wanted Brendan from the moment I first saw him and now here I was, face
down in the locker-room, his dick drilling my ass.  For that was exactly
what he had started to do; he was pulling his cock out of my ass and
drilling me mercilessly.  The sound of his loose, walnut shaped balls
slapping my ass and his pants and my moans were the only sounds in the
room.  He gripped my hips with both hands and started to really pile-drive
me, causing the bench to shake and me to pant uncontrollably.

"Oh GOD Brendan, fuck me, come on stud, fuck me hard."

"You like that, Jeff, you little bitch?  You like my hard cock drilling
your ass?"

"Oh man, Brendan, yes, you're so fucking hot.  I love your cock."

"I love your tight little ass Jeff.  You're the best fuck of my life."

And he bent down and kissed my sweaty back as he continued to drill me and
it was probably the sweetest thing anyone had ever done to me.  I arched my
back up into him and he embraced me, pulling my body closer to his, out
heartbeats intermingling as my ass greedily swallowed his dick.  He started
to long-dick me; pulling his dick all the way out until only his head
remained in my ass, then slamming his way all the way back in.  I screamed
every time he hit home; my hair fell in my eyes and I became lost in the
hedonistic lust of pure sex.

Then, a door slammed.

Then, he stopped his slamming.

Then, the sound of languid footsteps.  The sound of someone walking slowly
yet deliberately.

He turned into the room and I gasped with recognition as Brendan's cock
jerked inside me.  It was Number 3.  He wasn't the most handsome guy on the
team, but he was still plenty attractive.  He had arrogant blue eyes and
close cropped blonde hair.  His mouth was perpetually upturned in a sneer
and his nose stuck out just a bit too much.  He was, for all intents and
purposes, the quintessential jock.  He was hot, good at his sport, cocky,
and ever-horny.  Stories abounded as to his sexual conquests, and it was
even rumored he would go down to the truck-stop and throat fuck the fags
that hung out there.  No one questioned his heterosexuality though, of
course.  Here he stood, though, all six feet one hundred and eighty pounds
of him.  He looked at the tableau spread out before him, took in my
upturned face, Brendan's dick in my ass, Brendan's hands clasped tightly on
my ass, and he unbuttoned and un-zippered his cargo shorts. He stepped out
of them revealing a jock bursting to the seams with man meat and turned
around so I could get a look at his greatest asset; his ass.  It was the
talk of the school.  Everyone fantasized about it.  It was a perfectly
round bubble butt.  He had two globes of milky white skin covered with a
fine dusting of blonde hair.  His pants invariably hugged his ass and his
cheeks would bounce when he stalked the halls of the school.  I had jacked
off so many times fantasizing about eating out that delicious ass and,
amazingly, he slid down his jock and backed up so his ass was a mere inch
or two in front of my face.

"Listen.  I don't really care what you two faggots are doing here.  I mean,
I don't care when kids bang their bitches down here, which I guess is
exactly what you're doing Brendan.  All I know is this; you want me Jeff.
It's obvious really.  So, go ahead.  Eat my ass.  Then, if you do an
acceptable job, I will pound your throat and ass.  And you'll like it you
little bitch.  Now, eat my ass.  And Brendan, you keep pounding his ass.
Get him nice and loose for my cock."

I couldn't control myself.  I was consumed by lust.  I was acting on
primal, savage, raw feelings now.  I knew I was acting like a pig but I
didn't care.  I dove into Anthony's ass and was greeted by the warm, heady
aroma of ass and sweat.  It wasn't an unpleasant smell, far from it.  I
would call it a musk actually.  I took a tentative lick of his asshole and
was pleased to find it clean; for a straight guys, he was very hygienic
about his ass.  Maybe he liked girls to eat him out?  Then the fun really
began.  He started to grind back into me, shoving his ass into my face
insistently.  My tongue was darting all around and in his hole and crack, I
couldn't get enough of him.  All the while Brendan was ramming my ass,
every thrust shoving me deeper into Anthony's ass.  I took a minute to
withdraw from his ass and take a breath, then proceeded to lick and kiss
his furry cheeks.  I nuzzled against his ass, feeling the fine hair against
my cheeks.  Then I felt his hand on the back of my head and was shoved back
into his hole, once again lapping and tongue fucking.  I could hear his
moans, barely discernable over Brendan's grunts (boy, he had stamina.)  I
took my hands and began to knead his cheeks between them, massaging the
globes of delicious flesh as Brendan's cock sodomized me.

Then, suddenly, I felt my prize being withdrawn.  Anthony had removed his
ass from my face and turned around, presenting me with his cup.  Without
further ado, he slipped his jock completely off and stood buck-naked in
front of me.  His perfect six-pack abs were etched above clearly defined
"fuck-me lines" (which drove me absolutely wild) which hovered over a
throbbing, bulging, monstrous cock.  The thing had to be at least nine
inches, and thick to boot.  It was a long, fat, pale, circumcised monster
that reminded me of anacondas in the best way.  It wavered in front of me,
already leaking pearly pre-cum.  And, before I knew it, the cock was no
longer in front of me but instead shoved down my throat, gagging me on its
quest to bottom out in me.  I had the entire thing shoved down my mouth
before I could even acknowledge its presence, and it was removed just as
quickly.  I glanced upwards and caught Anthony's smirk before he called me
his bitch and shoved my face down and back on his dick.  He placed his
hands on both sides of my head and proceeded to ram his rod into my throat,
relentlessly fucking my face as his balls slapped my chin and Brendan's
balls slapped my ass.  It was my first time being spit-roasted, though
thankfully not the last, and I absolutely loved it.  The feeling of both my
holes getting filled with long, fat jock meat was ecstasy, almost enough to
send me over the edge.  I would focus on the feeling of Anthony's cock in
my mouth, slick with spit and sliding down my throat, my tongue eagerly
licking any surface I could get it around, tasting the salt from his sweat.
Then, Brendan would pound me extra hard and I would feel his fat cock
working its way inside me, almost rearranging my insides as he relentlessly
pounded my hole.  Sure enough, I felt the familiar building up in my balls
and cock and, before I knew it, I could feel my dick exploding, shooting
spurt after spurt out of my dick without me even touching it.  Anthony
looked down and smiled as he saw my cock spasm and shoved his own dick into
me extra hard and held me down onto it so that his entire member was
resting in my mouth and throat as I gagged and his pubes tickled my nose.
My ass tightened on Brendan's rod and, to my delight, I soon felt the
familiar spasms of his cock in my ass.  I moaned loudly in my throat as I
felt Brendan start to seed my ass and, to my surprise, Anthony's own cock
started to spurt in my mouth.  Apparently the vibrations had been just
enough to send him over the edge.  I soon felt both Anthony and Brendan
feeding my mouth and ass with their warm, jock seed and was loving every
minute of it.  Brendan kept on pounding as he delivered his load to my ass,
and I could feel his cock packing his semen into me.  Anthony's warm cum
was slick in my mouth and throat and I greedily swallowed as much of it as
I could, though my mouth wasn't big enough to contain it all, and some
eventually oozed out of my mouth to drip onto the bench and mingle with my
own cum.

	Anthony started to withdraw his cock, and I devoured the cum that
stuck to it, taking extra care to work his head and hoover any cum that was
left in him into my stomach.  As he took it out he gave me a few slaps
across the face with it before he started walking behind me.  Meanwhile,
Brendan had basically collapsed against me in exhaustion and was still
furtively humping my butt, his finally limp dick slowly sliding out of me.
I heard Anthony slap his ass and tell him to get out of me, which Brendan
eventually did.  I collapsed on the bench, my hands tired of holding me up
when I felt the familiar presence of cock in my ass.  I twisted my head
around to see Anthony sliding is rock hard cock up my still cum-soaked
hole.  God, he was a fucking sex god.  I could feel every inch of him
working its way inside me.  I don't even wanna know what he would have felt
like if my hole had been as tight as it was before Brendan penetrated it.
Then, as Anthony went balls deep into me, Brendan appeared in my view, his
softened cock swinging between his legs, his balls nice and loose in their
sack.  As Anthony started to give it to me good, I took Brendan's member
between my lips, tasting his cum on it.  I slowly sucked him as Anthony
picked up speed, and soon I was being driven forward into Brendan's crotch.

"Oh god Jeff, your ass is so fucking nice.  I bet you like my hard cock up
your ass, don't you faggot?"

I mumbled a reply around Brendan's cock.

"What was that, bitch?  I didn't quite hear ya!"  He punctured his
exclamation with a sharp slap to my ass, which stung at first but soon
dissolved into a tingling that felt oh so good.

"Shit Anthony, your cock is amazing.  I love your fat dick in my ass!"

"That's right, Jeff.  Take my fucking dick."

I started to slam my ass back to meet Anthony's dick, something he
obviously enjoyed as he chuckled softly.  It was almost as if he had to
outdo me, because he started to fuck me harder, the sounding of his balls
thwacking against my ass reverberating in the locker-room.  He placed both
hands, palm down, on the small of my back as I arched upwards, causing me
to collapse back onto the bench, Brendan's dick forgotten.  Anthony
scooched up on the bench behind me and really laid into me, squishing my
ass cheeks together around his cock, creating a tunnel which he drove his
cock in and out of.  Brendan kneeled down and looked me in the eyes, his
chocolate eyes mixing beautifully with his skin.  I realized I was falling
in love with him as he leaned in to kiss me, his tongue tentatively dancing
with mine.  I observed, in an almost detached manner, the plethora of
sensations I was experiencing.  First, I took stock of my ass.  I could
feel the wetness from Brendan's cock inside my hole and enjoyed the thought
that a part of him was inside me.  I could feel Anthony's ten-inch monster
furiously fucking me, and I marveled at the sensations it was giving me as
it hit my prostate.  Then I registered my mouth.  I could feel Brendan's
tongue in my mouth, expertly exploring my oral cavity.  His lips were warm
and yielding and I adored the feeling of them pressed against mine.  Then,
in the same detached manner, I realized Anthony was moaning and yelling and
I was brought back to the present by the feeling of him climaxing inside of
me.  He shot two or three times inside of me, mingling his seed with
Brendan's.  Then, he withdrew, slapped my ass with his cock, and walked up
to the front of me, observing the way in which Brendan and I were kissing.

"Nice find there, Brendan.  Awesome ass, Jeff.  I'll call you sometimes.
Maybe if you're lucky enough, you'll get to experience my cock again."

Then he left and I was laughing at his absolute arrogance, and Brendan was
laughing with me, and soon he stood up and laid down on top of me, his dick
pressed to my butt, his back to my back.  He gently kissed the back of my
neck, and nibbled my earlobe.  I rested my head against the bench and
sighed contentedly.  I had managed to blow the man of my dreams, have him
fuck me, feel his seed in my throat and ass, and have a three-way.  I had
been spit roasted, throat raped and ass fucked by the sexual powerhouse of
the school, and taken two loads up my ass.  It was not what I was planning
when I had gotten up this morning, but hey, surprises are always nice.



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