Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 16:07:12 -0500
From: ACD x <playoffwriter@outlook.com>
Subject: MLB playoffs (part 10)

MLB playoffs 2013 (part 10)

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.

(Photo aids at the end. Back to basics this time.  I'm working on a final
World Series story which I hope will be pretty epic and bring in a lot of
new guys. Look for it in the next week or so. And keep sending feedback --
it's part of what keeps me going!)


ALCS - Red Sox vs. Tigers - Detroit, MI

They'd meant it as a little thank-you for their two ace pitchers, just a
little something to get their minds off the game, help them relax at a time
when even the guys' own wives, their own kids, reminded them of
baseball. They'd made arrangements with a couple guys they knew in the area
who'd be up for this kind of thing, and even went out of their way to get
some special guest stars that they knew Max Scherzer and Justin Verlander
would enjoy getting to know a little better.




Alex Avila and Don Kelly had never intended to put themselves on the menu.

Even once the plan was in full execution and the Tigers catcher and
outfielder were happily watching their two buddies and teammates savoring
the gifts they'd arranged, neither one of them thought they'd be playing
anything more than the role of facilitator, making sure the guys had what
they needed to get the team to a championship trophy.  Sure, Alex felt
himself stir a little beneath his navy blue Tigers shorts as he watched
Justin Verlander lean his head back, his mouth dropping open as he felt the
well-built 40-something at his knees take nearly half of his 9-inch cock
down his throat. The guy was actually a mid-level Ford exec, name of
Charlie, big house in Oakland County with his wife and three kids,
masculine but respectable look with a few wrinkles and a smattering of
gray. But Alex and the club's PR guy had only had to say the name
"Verlander" and the muscle-bound straight dad was ready to get on his
knees. He had on the Tigers polo he'd worn to the game that night with his
family, sitting up in one of the Ford boxes. The thing clung beautifully to
Charlie's arms, showing off the work he put in each night at the gym after
finishing up at the office, as the exec reached up to run his hands over
Verlander's midsection. It was almost funny -- he'd always joked to his
buddies that any true-blooded Tiger fan would happily drop down and suck
Verlander's dick ("And I'd be first in line!" he'd added with a grin and a
swig of his beer). But he never actually expected he'd have the chance to
prove himself right.




Don Kelly was a little turned on himself at the noises coming from Max
Scherzer's mouth. The tall pitcher with the grinning face of a frat boy was
grunting -- no, moaning -- as he felt the other Detroit fan they'd found
burying himself in Scherzer's crotch. This guy, probably late 30s, already
15 years on the line at one of the Ford plants outside the city, was even
hungrier than the management type kneeling just a few feet to his
left. Maybe it was the seven brews he'd consumed during the game as he sat
with his buddies out in the right field bleachers, maybe it was his genuine
desire to make his ace feel good...or maybe Jake just liked to suck dick a
lot more than ever realized. Whatever it was, he was clearly enjoying
himself now -- he'd long since lost the Scherzer jersey he'd worn to the
park as well as the sweatshirt he'd had on underneath, and Jake's broad
shoulders, pumped-up arms, and tapering back were all out in the open for
all to see. A factory job might not work you to the bone like they did back
in the day, but this company man's family relied on him to keep himself
healthy and strong, and it showed.




Admittedly, Avila and Kelly were a little surprised when Scherzer and
Verlander both outlasted their first companions. Charlie went off first,
the big exec suddenly grabbing his dick through his khakis and jerking it
just twice before he came hard into his boxer briefs. Fuck. He hadn't even
realized he was hard till he felt himself reaching climax and reached down
to find that thick pipe throbbing between his legs. He moaned into
Verlander's own stiff spike, and the pitcher just grinned wider, muttering
"Fuck yeah, bro, come for me, fuck, you must love this dick..."




Jake wasn't far behind. He too was shocked as he shifted his weight to feel
his thick, hard length aching against his leg. And when he grabbed himself
through his jeans, he couldn't help groaning around Scherzer's dick and
sucking harder on the pitcher's fat 8-incher, the incredible pleasure of
stroking his hard prick driving him even more insane with lust. It wasn't
long before Jake too creamed his jeans, feeling the hot juice dousing his
leg and dripping down his muscular thigh.




Both guys had to come up for air shortly after that. Each one slowly sat
back on his knees, staring down at his soaked pants, then up at the Detroit
Tiger stud he'd just sucked off, then over at each other. They seemed to
recognize each other -- not personally, of course, as their types never
mixed in this city's stratified social scene -- but as all-American,
beer-swigging, Motor City family men. In other words, the last kind of guy
who'd be on his knees in front of a major league baseball player with come
leaking down his leg. Seeing the other guy there suddenly brought home to
each of them how fucked up it was that he was in the same position himself.




"Why don't you guys take a break?" Don Kelly suggested, grasping his own
half-hard dick under his sweats, but barely stifling a laugh at these
dudes' blasted faces.

"Yeah," muttered Charlie the exec, shaking his head and wiping the corner
of his mouth with the back of his hand. "God damn...the fuck would my son
say if he saw me like this?"




"No kidding," rasped Jake, running his hand over his own stubbled face as
he stood.

"How old's your boy?" Verlander said, sitting up, his hard, wet dick
bobbing between his sprawled legs. He had a devious, almost hungry smile on
his face, but Charlie didn't notice as he stood too.




"Got two. 22 and 19, both of em over at UM."

"Yeah?" said Jake. "Mine's just turned 18, he's headed there in the fall."

"Why don't you bring em next time?" Verlander cut in. Both guys looked up
suddenly. The Tiger ace smiled as he caught the look in their eyes -- Jake
had barely made it past comprehending that there might be a "next time" and
was trying to process the idea of bringing his son, studying engineering
like his dad and on scholarship to the baseball team, brown hair, dark
complexion, strapping build, all just like his dad, to watch him suck dick
off Max Scherzer. Or fuck...did Verlander mean he wanted Bry to join in...?
Meanwhile Charlie's mind had made it farther, and after the initial shock
of thinking about his boys seeing him like this, a sudden image flashed
before his eyes of Tim, the 6'2 frat president who was probably an even
bigger Tiger fan than his old man, on his knees in front of Verlander,
sucking that dick just as hungrily as his dad, and at the same time --
Jesus -- looking down to see his younger son at his feet, Charlie's own
hard cock buried in Cooper's throat, the blond teen's lips sliding up and
down his own dad's hard stalk and those bright blue eyes staring up at
him...




"We'll call you," Avila's voice broke in. He tossed Jake's shirt and jersey
at him as Kelly opened the door for the two mind-fucked guys to make their
exit.

There was a pause as the door slammed behind them. "Well," said Scherzer,
stroking his rock-hard prick steadily and eyeing his teammates. "That was
fun. But in case you ain't noticed..."




He didn't have to finish; Don was already opening the door again, stepping
through it. "Don't worry, bud. We got a special treat just for you."

Scherzer rolled his eyes. Verlander made a face at his bud. Both guys were
more than skeptical that there was much of anything that could top the two
straight studs they'd just had deep-throating them.




Until Daniel Nava and Jonny Gomes walked through the door.

Verlander's jaw dropped. "The fuck..." Scherzer just blinked. At the same
time, the two Red Sox outfielders had stopped in their tracks, just staring
at the sight of Justin Verlander and Max Scherzer sitting there in their
Detroit Tiger home whites, their baseball pants torn apart and their
steel-hard, spit-slick pricks curving beautifully into the air.



"Whoa," breathed Nava.

The two Sox were already half-hard -- Nava's dick hanging full and heavy in
his red mesh shorts, Gomes' own prick rising steadily into his gray
sweatpants -- and seeing the two Tiger pitchers all riled up and laid out
for them like this didn't do anything to hold them back from the course
they'd somehow set themselves on. Both of em were out of California and
were freer spirits than their families or teammates might've
thought. Neither one was a star in his own right and so didn't have the
hesitation, fear of losing it all, that their buddies with bigger stats and
bigger contracts might've had.



And most importantly, both Daniel Nava and Jonny Gomes had a deep,
unquenchable curiosity about pro baseball jock dick. What it'd look like
when it was rock-hard. What it'd feel like throbbing into their grip.  What
it'd feel like sliding inside them. They had never acted on their
curiosity, and didn't even let it slip in conversation more than a couple
times -- but a couple times had been enough, and Alex Avila and Don Kelly
had heard stuff.



Stuff that, judging by the 8.5 inches now pressing insistently into Nava's
shorts and the even more impressive 10-incher tenting Jonny Gomes' sweats,
had been 100% true.

"Fuck," Gomes echoed. He palmed his pec, his tatted-up bicep swelling, as
he looked over Verlander and Scherzer. Nava's hands were on his head,
gripping the brim of the backward-turned Sox cap he wore.



The two Tigers were looking over at their buddies too, incredulous. Nava,
maybe, they would have believed would be into trying this out. But Jonny
Gomes, standing there with his dark hazel eyes, wild beard, shaved head
like a fucking prison inmate and carrying 230 pounds of muscle on his 6'1
frame. Well, he just didn't seem the type.



"You gotta be fuckin' kidding," Scherzer said finally, the first thing
anybody'd said out loud in a full minute.

It shook Gomes from the initial shock. "Nope," he answered, then turned to
Nava and added: "I got this one, bro." And with that Jonny Gomes walked up
to where Max Scherzer sat, climbed on his knees onto the couch so he was
straddling the Detroit pitcher, then grabbed Scherzer's head in his palm
and kissed him hard. It wasn't hard to tell that Gomes was horny -- there
was nothing tender about the kiss, he just spread Scherzer's lips with his
tongue and drove his own through the gap, assaulting the handsome Tiger's
mouth. Gomes' beard scratched against Scherzer's clean-shaved jaw. And Max
could feel Jonny's cock thrusting against his stomach, that 10-inch beast
hungry for release but still barely caged in Jonny's loose sweatpants.



It came off as an assertion of dominance, and Max Scherzer certainly took
it that way at first. Not that he particularly minded playing that side for
a little while, as he shoved the Sox outfielder's sweats down and marveled
at the gorgeous length of Jonny Gomes' cock before sliding the huge crown
between his lips and feeling this wild man's hard, hot arousal for the
first time. But he quickly realized that Jonny was actually just fucking
horned as shit and didn't really care who was in control as long as hot,
hard dick was involved.  Gomes dropped back, falling to his knees, and
instantly took Scherzer's own hard and hungry prick into his throat. Max
gasped -- this crazy mother fucker actually knew how to suck dick. Or at
least he was doing a hell of a good job of faking it. Jonny growled into
Scherzer's cock, taking five, then six inches as he desperately stroked his
own angry-hard prick.



Daniel Nava's eyes were wide as he watched all this, but his own dick was
no less rigid under his shorts. Finally he turned to Verlander, who was
just sitting there stroking himself and looking at the younger Red Sox left
fielder. "Guess it's you and me, then," Justin said with a smile.



Nava shyly smiled too, that handsome grin that Verlander had actually
admired more than a few times, then slowly walked forward.  "I'm
not...uh..." He looked over at where his teammate was still bobbing
hungrily up and down on Max Scherzer's ramrod-stiff cock. As if to bring
home the contrast, Jonny Gomes pulled off for a second, just long enough to
actually fucking howl, then dipped back down and started sucking dick
again.



"Don't worry about it, buddy," said Verlander in a soft voice. "Just
c'mere." Nava smiled again and came closer. Verlander reached out slowly,
letting his fingers run over the pulsing tent in Daniel Nava's shorts, then
took the head in his palm, gently groping it through the mesh.



"Fuck..." Nava whispered, letting his eyes close, enjoying the feel of
another guy's hand on his dick for the first time.  But he didn't quite
need the fragile treatment Justin Verlander was giving him. He wasn't some
kid. He knew what he wanted -- why he'd come here.



Nava sank to his knees, groping his own cock now. He stared up at
Verlander's warm brown eyes, then down to where the Cy Young winner's wide
shaft strained 9 full inches upward from the thatch of trim brown
hair. "Fuck," Daniel repeated with another grin, then opened his mouth and
took Justin Verlander's cock between his lips.



Nava might have been the more nervous one to start, all shy, boyish good
looks with his cap turned backward like a straight frat boy. But as soon as
he had his first taste of cock, he was done for.  Nava felt out the mass of
that aching dick with his tongue and instantly swallowed it deeper, making
Verlander groan in pleasure. Daniel was a natural too, and he quickly sank
farther and farther down that thick Tiger cock. He was already switching up
strokes, going fast and hard, then slow and deep. "Mmmhhh..." Nava grunted
in pleasure as he felt Justin's prick slide down his throat, driving
hungrily forward, opening him up. His own cock throbbed into his shorts,
desperately hard but ignored. Verlander began to rock forward into Nava's
throat. Suddenly Daniel wanted more.



"Oh shit!" Gomes heard the first exclamation as he kept downing Max
Scherzer's cock, but didn't pay it much mind as he was focused entirely on
how amazing this 8-inch shaft of hard MLB stud cock felt between his
lips. But when it came again: "Oh, SHIT!" his curiosity compelled him to
pull off ever so briefly and glance to his left.



"Oh, shit..." he muttered. Gomes had definitely noticed before -- in the
shower, watching from the dugout railing as Daniel took his cuts in the
on-deck circle -- that Daniel Nava had a damn near perfect ass. Big, round,
packed with muscle, bulging appealingly into his uniform pants.


Now Justin Verlander had apparently noticed too.


"Aunghh..." Nava groaned as he felt Verlander's cock sink deeper inside
him. The Sox stud was face down on the ground, tight ass up in the air,
mesh shorts shoved down just far enough to let Verlander spread that
gorgeous ass wide. And the pitcher was getting increasingly hungry for it
-- he grunted loudly himself as he picked up the pace, his
multimillion-dollar arm wrapping around Nava's muscular torso and grabbing
the outfielder's bulging pec. Nava had never been a leaker but he was sure
as fuck leaking now, his 8.5-inch cock soaking the front of his
heavily-tented blue Sox shorts with pre-come as he felt Verlander's
dickhead graze his prostate on each stroke.

Nava was also groaning with each thrust as Verlander fucked him, a steady
"unhh...unhh...unhh" slipping from the cute jock's lips as each drive
landed deep inside him. And it was that little noise that suddenly drove
the Tiger ace fucking wild. He found himself grabbing the collar of Nava's
gray t-shirt and just fucking ripping the thing apart, leaving Daniel's
bare, muscular back exposed to his ravenous eyes and Daniel's powerfully
muscled chest and stomach completely vulnerable to Justin's invading
hands. He loved the taper of Nava's back, from his broad, swollen shoulders
down to his narrower waist, the dimples of his lower back pointing directly
down to the tight, round butt that Verlander was now fucking at an
unbearable pace. Nava's shorts soon followed, Verlander tugging them off
the rest of the way as he flipped the Boston stud on his back, barely
breaking his stride even as he spun 200 pounds of MLB pro jock muscle
around on his dick. With Nava now buck naked, Verlander had a clear view of
the hot Red Sox stud he was fucking, Nava looking up at him with nothing
but hunger and desire in his eyes, the outfielder's cock straining red and
wet up against his abs.

Verlander was about to begin his final drive toward eruption when without
warning Daniel himself bucked his hips upward, tugging on Justin's cock,
and came with a long moan all over his own ripped upper body. Nava's dick
was like a fire hose. He'd never come so fucking much in his life, and his
balls almost ached with pleasure as they emptied their load through Nava's
rock-hard stalk. He didn't realize till a minute later that he'd actually
bucked himself right off of Justin Verlander's dick, and as he slowly came
out of the haze of his first fuck he looked up to see Verlander sitting
back on his knees, his 9-inch monster looking like it was about to
explode. He was about to offer to finish him off when both guys were
distracted by another, deeper groan from the side.

"Aw fuck, aw fuhhhck..." Jonny Gomes hadn't even lasted as long as his
teammate, and they looked over just in time to see the massive Red Sox
outfielder, on his knees with his own ass high in the air, taking a few
last, deep thrusts from Max Scherzer's desperately hard cock before he
gripped the floor with all ten fingers and let forth a long growl as his
own impossibly hard 10-inch cock erupted into the air. Gomes' huge dick
pumped his cream out like a shotgun, jerking before each blast and
recoiling his 230-pound body so hard that Scherzer's dick actually sank
deeper into Jonny's tight hole than he had before. Fat, splattering shots
of BoSox come landed three, four feet from where the two jocks were
fucking, the farthest one just a few inches from where Don Kelly and Alex
Avila stood watching in amazement, their own uniform pants strained
obviously with matching lengths of hard, thick Detroit Tiger cock.

Theirs weren't the only ones. Incredibly, as Jonny Gomes pulled himself off
and collapsed on his back, spent, Max Scherzer looked down to see his own
dick was still painfully hard. He glanced over at his teammate -- Justin's
eyes were wild, as wild as Max felt. They needed to get off, and these new
Red Sox muscle cunts weren't gonna be in any shape to give them what they
needed in time. Which only left...

"Oh no," Avila muttered. The catcher stood 5'11, 210, bulky but relatively
trim for his position, with a handsome set of features and big brown eyes
to go with a nice smile that he couldn't stop from crossing his face as he
looked nervously at Justin Verlander. "I can't..."

"C'mon, bro," Verlander said. His voice was low. Seductive. Almost weird if
it weren't turning Avila on so fucking much. "You got us into this, you
gotta get us out of it."

Scherzer was already walking up to Don Kelly, who eyed his teammate like he
would a prowling tiger. But even as Kelly's heart pounded, he felt his cock
throbbing into his jock too.

"Dude, we just...we just thought..."

"Yeah, I know what you thought," came Scherzer's voice, same predatory tone
as Verlander's. "Thought your boys would get us off, thought you could just
sit back and watch." He slid around Kelly's side, one hand grabbing the
ample muscle of the utility man's butt. Don was wiry at 6'4, 190, but that
ass was thick and full -- and from Max Scherzer's perspective, fairly
begging to be fucked.

Nearby, Verlander's dick was already grinding against Alex Avila's own big
muscle butt. The pitcher was licking at Avila's stubbled jaw as he
unbuckled his teammate's belt, one hand sliding under Avila's unbuttoned
baseball pants to find his aching-hard prick. He breathed into his
catcher's ear. "You boys set this up...you know what we need." Verlander
groped his batterymate's dickhead, making Alex groan in pleasure. "You know
you can't leave us like this..."

They were wasted words. Duty to the team aside, the unbearable feeling of
Justin Verlander's hard 9-inch cock grinding against the muscular cheeks of
his ass had made up Alex Avila's mind.

"Fuck me, dude," Alex whispered.

A few feet away, Don Kelly slowly nodded as he felt his unbuckled pants and
protector being pulled down and Max Scherzer's steel-hard, dripping wet
cock slide between his rounded ass. "Yeah," he breathed.

The two Tiger pitchers fucked their teammates relentlessly, mercilessly.
Verlander drove Avila to his knees with the force of his first thrust, and
only picked up the intensity from there. Kelly moaned just once as
Scherzer's dick sank to the hilt inside him, then gritted his teeth and
held on for dear life as Max fucked him like a dog. These weren't intimate
fucks between guys who shared a special bond as teammates.  These were
no-holds-barred, knock-down, drag-out poundings, the kind of fuck the guy
on the receiving end doesn't recover from for days. And Alex Avila and Don
Kelly loved every second of it.

Predictably, it wouldn't last. Scherzer finally came first, wrapping both
arms around Don Kelly's torso and driving himself home one last time as he
exploded into the infielder's ruined hole. Kelly himself couldn't hold back
as he felt his pitcher breeding him like a bitch, and his dick fired ropes
of cream high in the air, spattering hot and thick on the floor several
feet away. Avila looked over to see Scherzer and Kelly both coming and
instantly felt himself tumble over the edge, his ass gripping Justin
Verlander's dick as the Alex's balls tightened up and his thick catchercock
pumped Avila's jizz out, soaking the floor in front of him as he came
without so much as touching his cock.

Verlander kept fucking Avila for maybe ten seconds after that, feeling his
muscle-bound teammate's hole clenching tight around him, but if he was
honest Justin had been desperate to come for hours now, and he wasn't about
to hold himself off any longer than he needed to just cause he was enjoying
the hell out of fucking Alex Avila for the first time.

"Gonna come..." Verlander grunted. Then he did just that, his tortured dick
finally giving him release, swelling fuller than it had all night and
emptying Justin Verlander's thick load of mega-ace cream deep in his
catcher's tight ass.

As Verlander slowly came to, he almost thought that he was still fucking
his buddy -- he could hear a deep voice grunting, "Fuck me," could hear the
grunts and slick noises of what sounded like that deep voice was getting
its wish, and could feel warm, wet pressure on his dick, which still felt
rock-hard even after his epic explosion. Then Justin opened his eyes.

Jonny Gomes smiled as he looked up at the Tigers pitcher. "Oh, you're alive
after all, haha!" the bearded Sox outfielder said. "Thought maybe you
fucked everything you had into Avila there." Verlander looked down -- Alex
Avila was on his knees, sucking slowly on Verlander's hard cock and looking
like he'd be happy to keep doing it for the next couple hours. Across the
room, Don Kelly and Max Scherzer were just kissing gently, though Max was
still hard too and if you looked closely you could see his fingers were
between Don's well-muscled legs, working the veteran Tiger's hole open
again, as Kelly moaned happily into the kiss.

But then who was--

"Fuck me, Jonny..." Daniel Nava ran his tongue over his lower lip as he
felt Gomes drive his huge shaft deeper inside him. The two Red Sox were
fucking easily, casually, like they'd been fucking their whole lives.
Nava's dick was hard as iron again and leaking onto his abs. Gomes, whose
dick had never gone down an inch in the first place, fucked Nava steadily,
feeling Daniel's tight hole, still practically untouched, open up to him
like it had opened up to Justin. Nava smiled broadly again and Gomes felt
his dick swell harder. "Feels fuckin' amazing, dude," Daniel breathed. He
ran his hand over his pecs, his bicep bulging, as he looked up at his
friend and teammate fucking him.

"You gonna come inside me, bro?" Nava said.

"If you want me to," Jonny answered, his voice rasping now, picking up the
pace. Verlander's dick throbbed between Avila's lips as he watched. To his
right, he could hear Scherzer sliding his cock into Don Kelly once again,
this time making his teammate groan in deep, unremitting pleasure.

Daniel Nava's voice was lower when he added: "You gonna let me fuck you
after?"

Verlander grinned along with Gomes as Jonny leaned in, his beard grazing
Nava's chin. "I'm countin' on it."

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http://nesncom.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/justin-verlander1.jpg?w=400&h=225 (Verlander)
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