Date: Wed, 9 Oct 2013 02:23:25 -0400
From: Playoff Writer <playoffwriter@outlook.com>
Subject: MLB playoffs (Part 5)

MLB playoffs 2013 (part 5)

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.)

NLDS - Braves v. Dodgers - Los Angeles, CA

The word came down from the highest levels of
 the Dodgers organization -- as soon as the new management that had 
swept in last year realized how important Yasiel Puig was going to be to
 LA's season (and -- dared they hope -- postseason?), they resolved to 
do whatever it took to make the 22-year-old Cuban rookie as happy, 
satisfied, and productive as possible. And when it filtered up through 
Puig's agent exactly what it would take to do just that, although the 
ownership team had never implemented that particular kind of...strategic
 objective before, the brash young outfielder had only become more 
essential to the Dodgers' success, and to a man they felt they had no 
choice but to make the necessary arrangements. After the last few years,
 this proud organization was on the brink, and they simply couldn't 
afford to fail.




So they gave the kid what he wanted.

At first Puig
 was satisfied with strangers. They took him out to a club with his 
carefully chosen entourage, and after his eyes landed on the one he 
wanted -- a tanned, dark-haired twenty-something with gym-perfect arms 
and shoulders gently straining his sharp blue button down and a pair of 
black dress pants that framed a tight, round ass -- they approached and 
worked out a deal. Within an hour, the young entertainment exec had 
politely excused himself from the jet-set group he'd arrived with and 
returned to his condo with his new companion, where Yasiel Puig shoved 
down the straight stud's designer pants and CK briefs and fucked the 
guy's perfect ass for the first time, just taking the dude on the same 
bed where he'd been planning to fuck some insanely hot girl himself. 




Two weekends later they scoured the stands during the 
game till they found what Yasiel had asked for -- his personal 
interpreter had practically blushed while coming up with the perfect 
translation for "lean blond boy who looks like he'd never wanna get 
fucked and has a nice, thick cock." It wasn't hard to find the guy, no 
more than 22 himself, bulging into his tight Dodgers t-shirt and cargo 
shorts and with deep blue eyes to match his sandy hair, and convince him
 to leave his buddies and girlfriend for a one-time-only meeting with 
Yasiel Puig. But his handlers counted themselves damn lucky that when 
they explained to him exactly what was gonna go down at this very 
special meeting, the kid had downed just enough Bud Light and was just 
enough starved for cash that he actually said yes. Not to mention that 
when he shucked his shorts and boxers, he very clearly satisfied the 
last part of the rookie's request and they didn't have to fucking start 
from scratch. Then all that was left to do was ply him with just enough 
liquor to keep him buzzed till the game was over, then leave him in the 
owner's suite for Yas to find. The Cuban grinned when he walked in to 
find the straight boy sitting there watching TV, and the blond muscle 
jock was drunk and dumb enough to smile broadly too, just excited to see
 his idol up close. But when Puig pulled off his jersey, exposing his 
ripped, muscle-swollen chest and stomach, then gestured at the kid to do
 the same, he remembered the bargain and nervously peeled off his shirt.




"Yeah..." Puig said, looking over the bulge of his 
shoulders, the tightly defined rack of abdominals, the obliques curving 
sharply down to his shorts. "Nice." He put a hand to the kid's tanned 
chest, feeling the broad plates of the straight jock's chest. 




"I've...I've never done this before, man...I mean, with 
a--" But Yasiel cut him off, putting a hand to his own lips and shaking 
his head. He obviously didn't understand a word the kid was saying. 
"'sokay....'sokay." That voice was so smooth, and Puig's smile so 
genuine, that when he leaned in to kiss him, the blond stud instantly 
kissed back, even ran his hand lightly over the outfielder's bulging 
pecs and cobbled stomach, trying to fulfill his side of the bargain, 
trying to make the pro athlete he revered feel good. It didn't hurt that
 Puig was as great a kisser as you'd expect for a kid who spent his 
teenage years on the beaches of Cuba, or that the young Dodger's big 
hands were doing incredible things to this straight kid's body, running 
through his shaggy blond hair, sliding just the tips of his fingers over
 his powerfully muscled back, gripping and kneading his round muscle ass
 through his shorts, manhandling that hard buttmuscle like he'd never 
thought possible. It felt so fucking good that he almost wasn't 
surprised when Puig reached down the front of the kid's cargo shorts and
 his fingers found an 8.5-inch rod of straight jock dick that was as 
hard as fucking steel.




>From there, the kid didn't even have to think about the 
cash. It was natural enough to bend Puig over the couch and fuck the 
Dodger rookie hard, although when the kid glanced up and caught a 
reflection in the plate glass window of himself, ripped and sweaty and 
driving his dick into the 6'3, 245-pound right fielder for the Los 
Angeles Dodgers, he almost came just from the sight of it. And when Puig
 flipped himself over, somehow lifting his massive legs up over the 
kid's shoulders and letting the kid hold Puig's huge body in place, his 
biceps and ripped stomach straining with the effort, and start fucking 
Puig deep even as he now stared into the Cuban stud's dark eyes, the 
straight dude did come, that fat cock that Yas had been hungry for 
firing a load deep in the pro ballplayer's tight ass. And when Puig 
stood up straight again, his glorious body bare, his beautifully thick 9
 inch cock curving desperately hard into the air, and the blond stud's 
eyes raked over the muscled hills and valleys of Puig's body, thinking, I just fucked that,
 the young stud's own dick suddenly throbbed full again. And when Puig 
approached where he lay back on the couch, the rookie's gentle face 
suddenly full of fire, his broad chest rising heavily with Puig's deep 
breaths, and leaned in, pressing the kid's legs apart, Puig's dick so 
fucking long and thick that it actually brushed against the kid's own 
hard cock...it was clear what he wanted.



The kid looked down at his star's incredible cock, then slowly back up, staring into Puig's eyes. He nodded.

It
 was understandable how loud the straight jock groaned with Yasiel Puig 
slid his 9 inches of well-lubed cock inside him for the first time, but 
he took it like a fucking champ. And to the kid's astonishment, it 
wasn't two minutes after Yas whispered his final "'sokay" that he looked
 up, met Puig's eyes again, and nodded again. 



Ten minutes after that, the blond 22-year-old was splayed
 wide across the couch, his legs wrapped around Yasiel Puig's massive 
shoulders, his head buried in the back cushion, the veins of his 
muscular neck pounding, his arms swollen as he tightly gripped the back 
of the couch, and bit the cushion hard between growling, "Fuck me, 
bro...fuck me harder..."




Puig asked for a few more random Angelenos after that. 
When Yas decided he wanted a couple guys who could match him pound for 
pound, they dutifully rounded up two linebackers from the USC football 
team, sporting twin 6'4', 240-pound frames under their Trojans tees and 
sweats, who took turns getting their cherry asses fucked by the Cuban's 
thick-swollen dick before he decided he'd like to watch the two buddies 
kiss and then fuck each other.  Not all of them needed money, of course 
-- a promise of connections at a couple of studios snared a clean-cut 
lawyer, 34, UCLA, Stanford Law, his 6'1, 190-pound frame tailored 
perfectly into a gray suit and burnt orange tie, on his way out of the 
office to grab dinner for his wife and two kids; Puig ended up ripping 
the suit from the white-collar frat boy's gym-trained body and fucking 
him against his desk till the lawyer's thick 7.5-inch cock sprayed come 
across his neatly organized papers. But the handlers were proudest of 
fulfilling the last request, and Puig actually made a point of sending 
his agent to thank them personally after he'd finished fucking two loads
 out of the ripped and tattooed 23-year-old enforcer for one of the 
city's roughest Mexican gangs.



But as August bled into September, and the team grew 
closer in their drive toward the postseason, Puig began dropping hints 
to his handlers that he wouldn't be opposed to a night with another boy 
in blue. And gradually, discreetly, they started asking around.



Puig fucked Chris Capuano first, a great pick as far as 
he was concerned since he'd been admiring Cap's bulging ass all the way 
from right field all summer. Capuano's battery-mate was next, and not 
two hours after the idea had first been proposed to the tall, burly 
catcher, Puig had taken a grinning, head-shaking A.J. Ellis back to his 
hotel room in San Francisco. In the end, Ellis's ultra-thick 7-inch 
prick looked so fucking good as he sat on Puig's dick and fucked himself
 deep on that hard-curving beast, his catchercock red and leaking 
pre-come freely down the shaft, that the rookie actually had to pull out
 and shove Ellis on his back to suck a thick load out of A.J.'s balls 
before flipping the catcher back on his stomach and finishing the job. 
And after the veteran infielder Michael Young caught his eye one day in 
the showers, Puig didn't even have to ask -- Young just showed up at his
 apartment after the game and the right fielder was soon fucking Young's
 still perfectly tight ass. He fucked the handsome jock dad three more 
times before falling asleep with Mike's muscular arm lying across his 
chest, then fucking him again in the shower the next morning before 
Young went back home to his wife.



It took four tries before Zack Greinke finally gave in --
 the tall 29-year-old pitcher protested again and again that he had a 
wife, that he knew what they had to do but that he wasn't into that 
shit. But the Dodgers staff were persistent -- not only did they have it
 on good information that Zack had...experimented in the minors, another
 young star on the rise high on talent but short on women. But 
management also felt that Greinke had been too tense recently -- they 
knew their October depended as much on their power arm as it did on 
their power bat, and they saw a chance to kill two birds with one stone.
 And standing in the dugout after a particularly solid start, thinking 
back to the hot, steady fuck that Yas had given him the night before, 
Greinke had to admit to himself they were right. God, the big fuckin' 
Cuban had a big fuckin' cock, and it had felt beyond incredible sliding 
into Zack's tight jock cunt, taking a dude's hard dick for the first 
time in years. Not to mention how sweet it had felt for Greinke to drive
 his own aching-hard cock into the fucking paradise of Yasiel Puig's 
ass, tight and hot and wet and hungry for dick.



And on the day they secured their playoff 
berth, Yasiel Puig had simply seduced Skip Schumaker, which was all the 
more amazing since he'd done it without any help from his handlers and 
with barely a lick of English. But after the sly smiles at the cute 
second baseman, playful sprays of champagne into Skip's face, not too 
subtle tugging of his soaked jersey against his cut torso, and, finally,
 the gentle grind of Puig's firm, swollen cock against Skip Schumaker's 
ass, the lean but tightly muscled Dodger got the picture. He turned, 
smiled mischievously, and gave his teammate a wink. 



When Skip showed up at Yasiel's hotel room half an hour 
later, the rookie was expecting to guide Schumaker through the motions. 
Instead Skip grinned and without a word pinned his teammate against the 
wall and kissed the young outfielder hard. Puig breathed hard as 
Schumaker pressed against him: the hot Californian's dick was rock-hard 
in his blue Dodgers shorts, and Yas could feel Skip was fucking hungry 
for it. The rookie breathed out slowly; he had 4 or 5 inches and 
probably 50 pounds on his stud teammate, but right now he couldn't deny 
that what he wanted most was to get fucked by this little muscle stud.


Skip was happy to oblige. He tugged off his shorts, 
letting his own unbelievable 9-inch prick spring free and slap against 
his hard stomach, then spun Yas and wrapped his arms around the big 
rookie, grinding his dick insistently against Puig's ass. One hand was 
in Puig's sweats, groping the other Dodger's beautifully swollen cock; 
the other pressed palm-down against Puig's muscled stomach then rising 
up to squeeze the Cuban jock's bulging pec and pinch his nipple, 
shooting waves of pleasure over Puig's body and down the very tip of his
 aching cock. Schumaker was totally fucking dominating him, and Yas was 
loving every second. Skip soon shoved down Puig's sweats and with no 
more than a whispered "Ready?" firmly but effortlessly drove his prick 
to the hilt in Yasiel Puig's ass. Schumaker fucked as hard as anything 
else, and it wasn't five minutes before Puig growled, grabbed his 
painfully hard cock, and came with a roar across the wall of the room. 
Skip's dick swelled harder as he felt his teammate's ass clench around 
him but kept at it, fucking Puig relentlessly for another five minutes 
before he finally drove deep one last time.


Half a minute later, the rookie turned. He felt as 
fucked-out as he ever had, and he was sure he looked the same way, 
Skip's come leaking from his ass, his entire upper body gleaming with 
sweat. He looked up at his teammate. "You fuck...good," Puig murmured.


Skip grinned wider. "You do speak English!" he said, 
slapping his teammate on the back. He paused, then looked back up with 
that same devious smile. "You wanna go again?"


Yas didn't quite catch that, but he only had to see Skip reach over and 
lube up his cock again before he got the gist. He shook his head, but 
then smiled and dropped his powerful frame on the bed, spreading his 
huge legs wide.


They should've seen he wouldn't let it stop 
there, but they were still surprised when the night after the Dodgers 
eliminated the Braves from the playoffs thanks in no small part to 
Puig's own late-inning heroics, his interpreter stopped by the 
management box. He simply held out a phone with a photo on it. 

One of the owners looked down. "You gotta be fucking kidding me," he chuckled.

Later
 that night the doorbell rang at Yasiel Puig's condo. He almost hadn't 
been expecting his request to be granted, but as he padded toward the 
door, Puig's unstoppable dick swelled instantly into his mesh Dodger shorts, and he knew he'd gotten his way.

The door swung open.

"Ey
 yo, man." The two guys standing in the hall wore backward baseball caps
 and matching track jackets and pants bearing the familiar tomahawk 
logo. One of them was powerfully built and bulky, the other tall and 
lean, but if you looked closely enough you could tell they were related.
 "I don't know if they called--"

Puig lifted his hand, smiling. "Come in," he said, stepping aside. Justin Upton, the one who'd spoken, looked at his brother as if to say, we really doin' this? B.J. shrugged, nodded, and walked inside. 

The Dodgers outfielder opened his arms in welcome, then made a motion like pouring. "Drink?"

"Yeah,
 man," said Justin. "Beer?" He looked at B.J., who nodded. "Beer." Puig 
smiled and nodded once, then turned for the kitchen. He popped two light
 beers -- fuck if he knew what American boys liked to drink but they 
seemed not to complain when he gave 'em this. He walked back into the 
open living area where he'd left them.

And stopped 
short. Both Uptons had lost their Braves track jackets and the t-shirts 
they'd had on underneath. B.J. stood behind his brother, his lips on 
Justin's muscular neck. One hand was at Justin's waist, curled around 
the hip, a few fingers tucked under the waist of Justin's track pants. 
The other had slipped lower and was slowly stroking Justin Upton's 
impressively hard cock, which was already tenting his younger brother's 
pants furiously. B.J. looked up first, then Justin. The two Braves had 
sex in their eyes.

"Hey, bro," Justin said, his voice 
low. He let his eyes drift closed as B.J.'s fingers brushed over his 
cockhead, then looked back up. "Heard you like to fuck."

Puig set the beers down, a broad smile spreading over his face.

http://www.insidesocal.com/dodgers/files/2013/08/Yasiel-Puig-hwood-reporter.jpg (Puig)
http://cdn.c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000XajOI8pic14/s/600/600/Puig-Yasiel-1206-Mitchell.jpg (Puig)
http://binaryapi.ap.org/2431300c67544aa4a0335547e88539a2/940x.jpg (Capuano & Ellis)
http://www2.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Michael+Young+Los+Angeles+Dodgers+v+Colorado+w6A41np9ysjl.jpg (Young)
http://rangerfan96.tripod.com/michaelyoung.jpg (Young)
http://nbchardballtalk.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/zack-greinke.jpg?w=320 (Greinke)
http://mlblogsdodgersphotog.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/022113js2731.jpg?w=555&h=396 (Schumaker)
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-csybXwSrboI/TpWmE6EjxTI/AAAAAAAAEHE/0LyR4MlEP-s/s1600/skip4.jpg(Schumaker)
http://www.hubsm.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/Atlanta-Braves-outfielders-Justin-Upton-and-B.J.-Upton-620x350.jpg (Uptons)