Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 21:13:08 -0400
From: Playoff Writer <playoffwriter@outlook.com>
Subject: MLB Playoffs 2013 (part 1)

Archivist - Intended for gay male/celebrity.
-Playoff Writer

MLB Playoffs 2013 (part 1)

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.

Prelude

AL Wild Card Tiebreak - Arlington, TX

Matt Garza grinned as soon as he opened his hotel room door and caught a
glimpse of who had come calling so late.


"Didn't think I'd be seeing you again this season."

Evan Longoria smirked. "Hell, I hoped I wouldn't." The Rangers pitcher
scoffed, his face taking on an expression of fake indignation. That just
made Longoria grin wider. "I mean, we shoulda been in Cleveland by now." He
looked at Matt expectantly. "You gonna invite me in?"

Garza smiled, dropping the air of offense. He stepped aside, letting the
Rays third baseman enter. As Evan turned to bolt the door behind him,
Matt's eyes drifted over Evan's broad shoulders under his plain gray
t-shirt, then down to where Evan's ass rose impressively into the mesh
fabric of his navy shorts. He felt himself stir under his own gray shorts.

He broke his gaze as Evan turned, but it was too late.  "See somethin' you
like?" Evan smirked again. Fuck, he was cute when he did that.

Still smiling broadly, Longoria pressed Matt Garza against the wall and
kissed his former teammate hard. Evan's hands were in Matt's short brown
hair, cradling the pitcher's head, then sliding down over Matt's body. Evan
felt the tickle of Matt's goatee against his chin and laughed as if it were
the first time.

"Fuck, Ev." One of Longoria's hands had slipped under the waist of Garza's
shorts and was stroking Garza's bare cock. Matt hadn't exactly been
expecting company tonight so there was no other barrier to Evan's
adventurous fingers, which now wrapped around the rapidly hardening shaft
of Matt Garza's 7-inch dick. Evan's own 8 inches were already rock-hard,
his cock tenting his mesh shorts freely since he'd also decided to forgo
any underwear tonight. Garza breathed out sharply as he felt Longoria's
spike drive against his leg. "Fuck...Evan."

Of course this wasn't the first time. Along with the night a week or so ago
back in St. Pete when Longoria had fucked Garza to within an inch of his
life, these two had been fucking and sucking and generally doing whatever
they pleased with each other ever since Matt first showed up at spring
training in 2008. From the first night, drunkenly jerking each other off in
a Port Charlotte hotel room, all the way to this night tinged with the
tension and competitive drive of the playoffs, they'd kept it real, kept it
hot, kept it under wraps. It was fucking worth it.

Matt's hand was in Evan's shorts now, too, the pitcher sliding his fingers
up the full, firm length of Evan Longoria's cock.  Garza licked and nipped
at the skin of Longoria's neck as the two ballplayers stroked each other
steadily, till Longoria pulled back with a mock look of disapproval. "Hey
now, you're gonna leave a mark."

Garza grinned wider. "Mm yeah, sorry. What would Myers say?" He gripped
Evan's dick tighter and the infielder gasped in pleasure, but he was
grinning too. The dig was good-natured -- if this were anything more than
two good buddies fucking each other's lights out every couple months, it
might have hurt Matt Garza's feelings to know that by now the Rays' rookie
outfielder Wil Myers had fucked Evan more times than Evan could count.

Instead Evan just laughed and smacked Matt lightly. "Fucker."

"Oh?"  Matt said, pulling free of Evan's grasp and pushing off the wall to
steer his buddy back to the king bed. He shoved Evan down on the
undisturbed covers, the third baseman's hard cock bouncing against his
shorts. "Are we picking sides already?" Matt was grabbing the lube sitting
a little too obviously by the TV and shucking his shorts, giving the fat
prick that rose freely into the air a healthy squirt.


Evan considered, then shrugged, tugging off his shorts too and revealing
his gorgeous cock, hard and thick, rising its full 8 inches from the neatly
trimmed patch of brown hair. "You're gonna be playing golf by the end of
the week anyway, might as well let you have your fun now."


Garza shot him a look, then shook his head. "You cocksucker," he growled,
climbing on the bed.

Evan laughed. "Guilty as cha-aaahh...unnnhh, fuck!"  A few seconds after
that, Evan Longoria was reduced to wordless grunts as Matt Garza drove his
hard cock several inches deep inside the handsome infielder. The smirk was
gone -- Evan's mouth was dropped open, his eyes wide as he stared up at
Matt, his entire body suddenly consumed with the incredible feeling of
getting fucked by one of his fellow major-leaguers. Eventually, as he got
used to the size and thickness of Garza's cock, Evan's smile returned. It
wasn't the cocky grin he'd been wearing earlier, though, but a broad,
unapologetic smile of pure pleasure. Longoria closed his eyes, biting his
lower lip, as Matt sank even deeper inside him. "Mmhh," Evan grunted. "Fuck
me, bro."  Longoria's dick was already leaking, clear honey dripping down
the thick, aching shaft, but Garza slapped away his buddy's hand when he
went to touch himself.


"Fuck me harder, Matt." Evan's voice was low. He was already feeling it,
his balls churning. God, he'd been hungry for this.  Above him, Garza
looked fuckin' hot. Matt's own broad smile had disappeared too, and all
that was left was an intense hunger and lust, a desire -- a need -- to fuck
Evan harder, deeper. Matt's eyes were dark brown, almost black, as he
stared down at the pro jock he was fucking. Every few seconds he'd lick the
corner of his lips, a subtle demonstration of the effort he was pouring
in. Somewhere in there the pitcher had pulled off his shirt, and Evan found
himself staring at Matt's wiry but powerful 6'4", 215-pound frame, Garza's
ripped stomach flexing and relaxing as he drove his cock into Evan
Longoria's tight ass over and over.


Suddenly Matt spoke up again. "Fuck..." he breathed, "you look amazing
right now." He smiled again right as his dick sank deeper than ever into
Evan, and Evan outright moaned. He bit his lip, trying to hold back. Garza
was turning him out good now, and the pitcher knew it.  He wrapped his
fingers around the base of Evan's cock.


"Come for me, Ev." Matt tugged his grip firmly up Evan's 8 throbbing inches
of cock.

And Evan Longoria came. He came hard and thick, jizz spraying from his
broad dickhead, soaking Garza's abs as his buddy held Evan's cock toward
him and kept fucking him deep. Evan's moan caught in his throat and he
could only give a muffled gasp as his balls pumped shot after shot of come
all over Matt's tight body. He had no idea he had to come so fucking bad
until the moment Matt grabbed his dick, but now he was desperate to keep
coming, his stomach clenching, his hands clutching the bedsheets.


Then Garza came too, and suddenly it felt even better, Matt groaning too
and his dick firing its own thick load deep inside Evan's ass. Matt was
long enough to lean down and kiss Evan hard as he creamed the third
baseman's hole. Evan's hands were now clutching Matt's tight-muscled
midsection, holding on for dear life as he felt Matt's hard dick pumping
inside him. His entire body felt on fire.


Finally, Matt broke the kiss, his muscles relaxed and Evan felt the
powerful mass of Matt's cock sliding free. Garza rose up on his knees, his
abs still clenched as he looked down at Evan's fucked-out face, the Rays'
third baseman's arms limp across the bed, his dick still dripping come onto
Evan's stomach. The Texas pitcher's lips curled into a smile. "You know,
Longo...suddenly I'm thinkin' I might be ready for the offseason after
all."