Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2003 01:13:11 EDT
From: SLIPMAHONEY57@aol.com
Subject: "A Bat For Rizzuto"

OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION and is NOT to suggest that
baseball legend Phil Rizzuto is gay. This story is COMPLETE FICTION !
                                    (July 1955)
        Once again, the New York Yankees slugged it out and won, and the
crowds at Yankee Stadium cheered thier sweaty, dusty heroes from the jammed
bleachers. Soon, the massive throngs pushed and shoved thier way to the exits,
jamming into the hot, packed subways and overloaded buses to head home. The
bleachers were littered with discarded programs, pop bottles, candy
wrappers.......the usual mess left after a game. And the Yankee locker room, some minutes ago
noisy and jostling with hollering, slamming locker doors, running showers, and
the usual locker room banter, was now empty........save for Phil Rizzuto. The
hot-paced double-header had been a real grueler for "The Scooter", and he sat
wearily on a bench, and pulled off his sweaty jersey and undershirt. His
broad, hairy chest was glistening and slick with sweat, and the crotch of his
sweaty uniform pants bulged with a pounding hard-on.
                        To the the world, and to his fans, Phil Rizzuto was a
straight arrow, a ladies man. But that was only a front. What he really
craved was MEN. His secret was known to only a few very close friends, for very
obvious reasons. All the while he was out on the field slugging it out, he lusted
after the round, firm asses and bulging crotches of the other ballplayers.
His sweaty, jizz-stained jock pouch could barely contain his thick, meaty,
Italian sasuage.              Now, all of Phil's teammates had left, leaving only
The Scooter sitting alone in the locker room. But he was not alone for long.

 "HEY, SCOOTER," A deep voice called from the corridor "I KNOW YOU'RE IN
THERE WAITIN' FOR ME, BIG GUY!"  Phil flashed a beaming grin as his buddy, Mike
entered. Mike was one of the ticket sellers at the main entrance, and he was now
officially off-duty for the day. Mike was a tall, good looking fellow in his
early 30s, his sweaty white shirt and snug tan trousers revealed his
well-toned, solid body. His big Irish cock tented up his fly......a good, hard bat just
waitin' for Phil to step up to plate!
      "Yeah, Phil," Mike chuckled, rubbing the big bulge in his pants "You'll
get this bat, don't worry.....but first, I'm gonna get up at bat first!"
Phil spread his long, muscled legs wide, and Mike dropped to his knees and
unbucked Phil's belt and unzipped his fly. He then shoved Phil's uniform pants down
around his gartered socks, and Mike licked his lips, as he stared at the huge
tent in the crotch of Phil's sweaty, lube stained boxers.
  "AAWWFFUUCCKKKKK, MIKE!!" Phil growled, as Mike started licking the
throbbing outline of his hard cock through his sweaty boxers. Mike felt his own meaty
dong ooze more lube  into his pants, as his hot tongue soaked the crotch of
the handsome slugger's boxers. Then he reached in, and pulled out Phil's
pounding 9 incher, the thick head smeared with oozing lube.

Mike's talented tongue slithered up and down the thobbing length of Phil's
thick bat, loving it all, intoxicated by the lusty, manly, locker room aroma of
Phil's thickly-haired crotch...the smell of raw, manly, musky sweat.
                                                                         But
this "blowjob" was merely a teaser...and Phil knew it. Mike stood up, brushing
off the knees of his pants. He winked at Phil, who automatically unbuckled
Mike's belt and unzipped his fly. Mike's pants slid down his thick, hairy legs,
revealing his gartered argyle socks. The crotch of Mike's green-striped boxers
were splotched with sweat and lube, and the handsome, virile baseball star
wasted no time in pulling Mike's fat, beer-can cock out of the fly of his
shorts, and , opening his mouth wide, swallowed the hunky ticket-taker's thick,
sweaty cock right down to its hairy root.
                        "OOOOOHHHHCHRISSSTTTT," Mike moaned, as Phil Rizzuto
started sucking on his thick, throbbing staff. "Fuck, Phil," Mike chuckled, "
You really know how to handle a bat!!" MIke's hairy-knuckled hand playfully
touseled Phil's sweaty hair, and Phil's broad, rough hand came around to run and
squeeze Mike's well-rounded asscheeks through his sweaty shorts. The locker
room was quiet, with the exception of the rumbling and screeching of the IRT
elevated subway line outside, and muffled traffic noises. Phil sucked noisily
away at his hunky pal's fat cock, slurping and licking at Mike's thick shaft as
though it were a sweaty, musky ice-cream cone. Mike felt his boxer-encased
nuts churn...........                                Then Phil stood up, and ra
ised his hairy arms, his hands clutching a low-hanging overhead steam pipe. Mike
licked his lips as he caught sight of Phil's thickly-haired pits.
"OOOOHHHYYEEAAHHHH...FUCK!!!!" Mike muttered, as his hot tongue began probing Phil's
furry, sweaty pits. The feel of the thick black hair tickling his tongue, and the
hot, raw, manly aroma that emenated from them, hit Mike like a thunderbolt.
                                           "BEND OVER THAT WASTEBASKET ,NOW,
SCOOTER!" Mike snarled, as Phil obeyed. Mike then roughly yanked the seat of
Phil's boxers down, exposing his round, firm, hairy butt-globes. Mike then
pulled his belt from his belt loops, and doubled it up, and started whacking the
hunky Yankee slugger's furry Italian ass with a vengence. The crack and snap of
leather assaulting twin mounds of hairy, meaty ass made Mike's cock pound
even harder, the angry-looking head glistening with fresh lube.
                                            Phil Rizzuto grunted and moaned
as each blow of the belt to his hairy ass caused him to grind his fat, aching
cock against the wire-mesh of the overflowing wastebasket. Phil's furry,
masculine buns quivered and bounced with each stinging blow, and he gyrated his
furry ass, making sure that Mike hit all parts of his hairy rump with the leather
belt. "YEAAHHH, YOU LIKE GETTIN' THAT HAIRY ASS WHIPPED, DON'T YA, SCOOTER?"
Mike sneered, as he thrashed Phil's hairy backside until it was criss-crossed
with hot, red, smarting welts.

Then, Mike reached into Phil's bag, and pulled out a jockstrap he'd worn a few
days before. It had a clean, musky, sweaty smell, and was still sporting a few
stray strands of black hair that were firmly anchored in dried cum. "Here,
Scooter, suck on this for a while, " Mike chuckled, handing Phil his worn,
cum-stained jock.  Spitting into his hairy hand, Mike greased up his fat dick, and
started easing it between Phil's well-thrashed asscheeks.
"OOOOooooooohhffuucckkyyeeaahhhhhhhhh," Phil moaned, as he felt more and more of his
handsome buddy's trouser snake invade his hairy, sweaty asschute. Mike grunted as
he shoved his hard prick all the way up Phil's hairy ass. When his hairy
balls, hanging out of the fly of his shorts, were up against Phil's hairy,
blistered ass, Mike started pumping in and out, loving the way the tight, slick walls
of Phil Rizzuto's rectum rubbed against his throbbing love-pole.

                   "FUCK...FUCK...FUCK", Mike cussed, as he reached around to
pinch Phil's stiff nipples, his hairy, bloated nuts slapping noisily against
Phil's hairy, quivering, red-striped ass.
"MMMMNNNNNNmmmNNNNNnnnNNNNNNNNN", Phil moaned, as he licked, slurped, and chewed on his
cum-encrusted jock. His own gamey, masculine smell was really getting to him, and he
felt his hard dick pound harder as he rubbed it against the wire-mesh
wastebasket. Every thrust of Mike's steel-hard prong jolted his humming prostate,
causing his overloaded hairy nuts to churn furiously.
                                          Phil reached down to wank his thick
bat, and it only took a few strokes to bring him to home plate.
AAUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHYEEAHHHHH," Phil moaned "YEAHHHMIKE......FUCK MY HAIRY DAGO
ASS......YEAHHH...UUGHHHHHHHHHH!!"            Phil's fat cock started shooting out geyesers
of thick ballplayer spunk; hot, creamy jets of jizz shooting all over the
wire-mesh basket, coating his strong, pumping fist with his sticky man-sauce. 'YOU
TIGHT GUINEA FUCKER, " MIke snarled, feeling his own nuts churn
"YEEAAHHH..GONNA CREAM THAT HAIRY ASS,
SCOOTER...UUGHHHHFFUUCKYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!"                           Thrusting like a madman, Mike the muscular
ticket-taker shot his massive load deep between Phil Rizzuto's blistered, hairy,
buns; his fat, throbbing cock unleashing hot jets of spooge deep in his furry,
sweaty chute. Phil's flexing sphincter manhandled Mike's shooting cock, milking
out every last drop of thick, creamy cum from his furry, sweaty nuts. The two
men heaved and moaned, thier hairy, manly bodies glistening with sweat; the
steamy locker room rich with the mixed scents of fresh jizz and hot, raw, manly
sweat.   Mike's fingers wandered through Phil's hairy pits as his cock started
to soften in the hunky Yankee's hairy, well-slammed ass. "Hey, Scooter, "
Mike whispered "Wanna come back to my place for dinner......and maybe a little
more action?" He gave Phil's smarting, hairy buns a playful slap.

               "Could be a doubleheader, Mike, " Phil chuckled, as he licked
his hot load from his rough hand.    THE END       Hope you guys enjoyed!
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