Date: Sat, 3 May 2003 22:33:32 EDT
From: SLIPMAHONEY57@aol.com
Subject: BABE UP AT BAT...or BASES LOADED

OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is TOTALLY FICTION! This story is NOT to
suggest that the late Babe Ruth was ANYTHING but straight. This is simply
a work of erotic fiction for you guys to enjoy.....BATTER UP!!   (JULY,
1932)  47 year old Johnny Boyle, sports reporter for the Bronx Gazette,
sat in the deserted locker room at Yankee Stadium, interviewing baseball
legend Babe Ruth. Though he tried to avert his eyes from Babe's hulking
torso and concentrate on the interview, his eyes kept betraying him. Babe
sat on a wooden bench, his big, thick legs spread wide. Boyle felt his
nine-inch cock  pound in his suit pants.......DAMN!, Boyle
thought.......this guy is hot as hell!! It was obvious, from the hefty
bulge in the crotch of Babe's sweaty pinstripe uniform pants, that he had
a humongous set of bull balls, and a really fat slab of cockmeat. But,
when the hulking slugger got up to retrieve Boyle's pen after it dropped
onto the floor, he bent over, facing away from the horny, bespectacled
reporter. FUCK, WHAT AN ASS!!  Boyle thought.......his hard shaft drooled
lube into his sweaty boxer shorts as he fantasized about Babe's
ass.....those two, big, round, beefy globes of man-ass......damn, would I
love to whack them big buns until they blistered, and then shoot my hot
load all over them.....The interview was progressing well; Boyle found
Babe to be very open, pleasant, and easy to talk to. He was getting a lot
of good dope for his baseball column.....maybe the editor would even give
him a raise....."HEY, BOYLE!", Babe's booming voice brought Boyle out of
his thoughts without warning. "What the fuck is goin' on here, pal?" He
chuckled, and evil grin on his pudgy moon-face. "You've been starin' at
my crotch ever since you got here, and then when I bent over before, I
could feel those four eyes of yours boring a hole right through the seat
of my pants.......guess you like this big fat ass of mine, huh, Boyle?"
Johnny Boyle was in shock.....what would happen to him if Babe reported
him.....He could lose his job........."Mr. Ruth, I...I mean, well...I'm
sorry...." Boyle stuttered, nervous as hell. Babe laughed his booming
laugh, and gave Boyle a quick pat on his shoulder. "So your a cocksucker,
Boyle..big fuckin' deal! You think you're the first cocksuckin' guy who
got hot for me?" Boyle started to reply, but Babe held up his beefy hand.
"Hang on for a sec, Boyle", Babe chuckled......he went over to the wall
telephone, and dialed the office. "Keep everyone away from the locker
until you hear from me again....I got a really good interview goin'
here!" Babe then hung up the phone, and stood before the short, skinny
reporter. "Hey, I love pussy, don't get me wrong...but my date for tonite
cancelled out and my balls are overloaded....." Babe chuckled, a thick,
solid bulge now appearing behind the fly of his uniform pants. Boyle was
nearly in shock, Without warning, Babe tossed aside the reporter's straw
hat, and grabbed his head, pulling it right against his crotch.
"OOoohhhhhhffuucckkk" Boyle moaned, as his tongue began to trace the
outline of Babe's bat through his pants, his eager tongue licking up and
down the pinstripes. Babe's thick fingers ran through Boyle's thinning
hair. Boyle's hands reached around and latched onto Babe's big, hefty
buns. A jolt went through his imprisoned cock as his hands rubbed,
kneaded, and squeezed the bulky ballplayer's round, beefy ass.  "Yeeaahh,
Boyle, keep it up..feels fuckin' good, pal..." Babe moaned. Then Boyle
reached up and unbuckled Babe's belt and unbuttoned his fly. He roughly
yanked Babe's trousers down to his shoes. As Babe's jock pouch was
literally being pulled away by his massive cock, Boyle wasted no further
time. He pulled the sweaty jock down as well, and Babe's mighty 12 inch
bat swung out, beer-can thick, thick lube drooling out of its angry head.
Johnny Boyle opened up his mouth as wide as he could, and started teasing
the head, licking off the salty, tangy lube, and then going down all the
way on Babe's monster shaft. "OOOHHFFUUCCK!!! MOTHERFUCKER!!! HOLY
FUCKIN' SHIT!!" Babe growled as the dapper reporter began giving the
barrel chested ballplayer an A-1 blowjob. Boyle's small, strong hand
rubbed and kneaded Babe's humongous, hairy balls, savoring the
intoxicating scent of man-sweat and dried jizz. His free hand was really
working over Babe's big, hairy backside, his fingers digging through the
thick jungle of hair to poke and tease his sensitive chute. "YOU LITTLE
FUCKER," Babe snarled, "OOHHFUCK, THAT FEELS SO FUCKIN' HOT, BOYLE!! I
COULD NEVER GET A DAME TO DO THAT!!" Hearing that, Boyle sucked like a
madman, Babe's big hairy balls smacking against the reporter's lean face,
Babe's big hands throttling Boyle's head back and forth. Now, Boyle's
slim fingers were slipping in and out of Babe's sweaty, tight chute,
driving him wild. "YOU LITTLE FUCKER, I'M GONNA CUM!!" Babe snarled.
"YYEEAAHHYYEEAAHH...JESUS CHRIST, BOYLE..AAAWWFFUCKKYYEAAHH UUGGHHHH
UUGHHHHHHHHH FFUUCCKKKKKKK!!" Babe's huge cock suddenly exploded in
Boyle's hot manly mouth, huge jets of thick, spicy ballplayer cum
shooting down his throat, overflowing his lips, spilling onto his shirt
front and tie. Boyle kept on playing with Babe's hairy ass, until the
last drop of spunk had been drained from his hairy, bloated balls.
"Boyle, I NEVER thought a guy could give head better than a dame, but,
fuck, you are in a league all my yourself, you horny little four-eyed
fucker!!" Wiping the remaining cum from his lips, Boyle told Babe how he
jerked off all the time at home, looking at newspaper and magazine
pictures of him. He told Babe that he was the "hottest fucking slugger
alive" Babe lit a cigar, and puffed for a few moments, his fat, deflating
cock hanging down towards the concrete floor, a thin stream of cum
hanging from the slit. Babe noticed the huge bulge behind Boyle's fly and
laughed, "Christ, Johnny, we gotta take care of that bat of yours too, !"
Babe walked over to an old packing case, and bent over, his big, broad
hairy ass bare and vunerable. "Boyle, it's all yours!" Babe growled.
"Work my big hairy ass over good, pal!"  Boyle needed no urging. He
pulled Babe's belt from his belt loops, doubled it up, and started
whacking the hell out of the beefy ballplayer's fat furry butt. WHACK
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
Johnny Boyle was a small guy who only weighted about 150, but he was
really launching one helluva attack on the Babe's furry, upturned ass.
"OOOWWWW OOOOWWWW OOWWW AAWWFFUUCCK...OOWWWWWAAAHITTTTT OOOOOWWW!!" Babe
yowled as the belt assaulted his big fleshy ass. Johnny Boyle's still
imprisoned dick was hurting like hell as he watched Babe Ruth's big hairy
ass quiver and shake, hot red stripes rising up, crisscrossing one
another across the vast expanse of Babe's broad, hairy ass. WWHHAACCKK
WWHHAACCKK WWHHAACCKK WHACK WHACK WHACK. The erotic sound of leather
making sharp, stinging contact with Babe's bulky glutes was driving Boyle
wild. Without a word, he tossed the belt aside, and he yanked down his
own pants and shorts, and started rubbing his fat, thick, steel-hard bat
against Babe's blistered hairy asscheeks. The feel of the hair on Babe's
fleshy buns scratching his aching cock was too much for Boyle. Reaching
underneath Babe's sweaty uniform shirt and undershirt, he began to tweak
and pinch Babe's stiff, eraser-sized nipples. Jesus, Boyle thought, I
can't fuckin' believe this...I got to suck the cock of the biggest
baseball star in the world, got to whip his big hairy ass, and now
this...oohhhuughhnnnnnn....... The horny reporter now snarled and growled
like an angry teamster " YEAHH BABE!!! FEEL MY FUCKIN' HOT
LOAD..YEAH...ALL OVER THAT BIG HAIRY ASS....YEAHHH,
OOHHFFUUCKKYYEEAAHHHHHHH!!" Grunting, cursing, and moaning, Boyle's hairy
nuts exploded. Hot jets of cum splatterec all over Babe's blistered,
hairy ass, even a few shots landing well up the back of his sweaty shirt.
Boyle collapsed on Babe's broad, sweaty back, breathing the hot smell of
sweat and jizz. Boyle thought this was the end of it, but, suddenly Babe,
his pants and shorts still around his shoes, got up and gently pushed
Johnny Boyle down on a bench, his big meaty, hairy fist grabbing onto
Boyle's now stiff again cock. "Now it's MY turn up at bat, Johnny!" THE
END!!!! Hope you guys enjoyed this! Any favorable feedback is ALWAYS
welcome!!