Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 01:55:02 -0400
From: Playoff Writer <playoffwriter@outlook.com>
Subject: MLB playoffs (Part 8)

MLB playoffs 2013 (part 8)

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.)


Interlude - A Quiet October - New York, NY

Even as the Oakland A's were fucking each other senseless (along with one
horny Detroit Tiger), across the country a city accustomed to October
baseball was strangely uninterested in the 2013 playoffs. The Bronx Bombers
had been eliminated late in the season after a spirited comeback, and their
National League counterparts over in Queens had been out of it for
months. New Yorkers had long since moved on to football season -- not that
they were finding any relief there, with their Jets getting off to a
mediocre start and the Giants still searching for their first win of the
season.


One man well known to all New York sports fans had to stifle a yawn as he
sat in his darkened room in his Brooklyn condo, lit only by the bright glow
of his flat-screen. Music pumped outside his door, but not so loud he
couldn't hear the almost pitying commentary of the NFL Network announcers;
the Giants had started their Thursday night game okay but now trailed the
Bears by 10 as they moved inescapably toward an 0-6 start.


As he watched, David Wright's mind started to wander. The camera panned to
where Eli Manning and the Giants' rookie QB, Ryan Nassib out of Syracuse,
were talking on the sideline. Jesus, Wright thought. Kid's got a sick
body. And indeed, the 23-year-old's powerfully-muscled 6'2, 230-pound
physique was on full display even in his pads and uniform. Ryan was
straight-up jacked for a quarterback, and it showed as his biceps bulged
out of the tight-hugging sleeves of his jersey, his bull neck rose like a
tree trunk from his shoulders, and his muscle-plated abs were clear under
his #9. And as Nassib turned away from the camera, Wright caught sight of
the young playcaller's huge, round muscle ass swollen into his tight gray
football pants. "Shit..."  he muttered. A vision flashed through his mind
of Eli Manning just leaning in and kissing the hot rookie hard, then
shoving down the kid's uniform pants and jock and just fucking Ryan Nassib
right there on the sideline with the thick 9 inches Wright knew Eli was
packing, fucking the young QB stud till Ryan's own long, fat NFL prick
pumped a load all over the grass.


Wright felt his dick throb. Fuck, he thought, I better ask Cruz if the kid
might wanna tangle. David Wright had been fucking Victor Cruz's tight
muscle ass for years now and he relied on the hot Giants receiver to hook
him up with...receptive NFLers. And Wright would definitely be up for
driving his dick deep inside Ryan Nassib's rookie-jock butt.


But just as his fantasy was taking shape, the game went to halftime and
Wright was jerked back to the tiresome reality of the 2013 New York
Giants. He sighed and flipped the channel...and accidentally landed on the
last of the last of the division series games out in Oakland.


"Oh hey look, bud, people are still playin' baseball."

Alex Rodriguez slid his lips slowly off David Wright's hard 8.5-inch cock,
licking several times around the Met third baseman's sensitive cockhead
before he got up on his knees and looked behind him. "That series ain't
over yet?" A-Rod said, his voice rough with the strain of deep-throating
David Wright's long pole.


"Yeah, I thought so too," Wright said. He watched as Rodriguez groped his
own ultra-thick 8-incher, bobbing full and heavy with the Yankee slugger's
own arousal. The 6'3, 225-pound third baseman went way back with Wright;
he'd gotten on his back for David not 2 months after first arriving in New
York, and they hadn't slowed up since, especially after Jose Reyes took off
for Miami and Wright lost his favorite fuckbuddy. With A-Rod's recent legal
troubles, the big guy had been hungrier than ever to get deep-fucked, and
Wright was happy to oblige.


Wright stroked his own pecs as he watched Alex turn to face the TV. The
Yankee infielder's broad shoulders and thick lats tapered beautifully down
to his hard, round jock butt. "Shoo..." Wright breathed as he glanced over
A-Rod's ass -- he always loved how it looked in the veteran Yankee's
uniform pants, spreading those pinstripes wide, tugging his uniform tight
against the twin bulges of muscle, but it looked damn good right now
too. David let his hand trail down over his own ripped stomach to wrap
around his slick, throbbing dick.


His attention was quickly being drawn from the TV completely. He grabbed
the lube from the table and slicked himself up quickly, shuddering at the
feel of his own smooth stroke, then rose up behind Alex. Up on his knees,
David Wright looked fucking magnificent -- his team might not have had even
a shot this year, but Wright himself was still in top physical shape at 30,
standing 6'0, 210 pounds of solid muscle: broad round pecs; tight, cut
abdominals; vein-tracked biceps and forearms. He let out a cocky smirk as
he looked down at himself: he didn't blame the dozens of guys he'd taken
back to this very room for giving it up to him -- many for the first time
ever.


Not Alex Rodriguez, though. No, as Wright slid forward and eased his cock
firmly into A-Rod's incredible ass, the Yankee star easily bent forward and
lifted himself slightly, giving David a better angle. Rodriguez took that
thick New York Met dick like a pro, his own pecs and abs clenching as he
felt Wright slide deep inside him once again. "Love how you just fuckin'
take me, Davey," A-Rod said in a low voice, his own hard cock rising all
the way up to rub against Alex's tight stomach as he bent even farther
forward.


"Hard to hold back...when I'm lookin' at this ass," Wright grunted as he
built up a steady rhythm, driving a little deeper inside Alex Rodriguez
with every thrust.

Alex was done talking.  He bit his lip, lifting his head as David Wright
fucked him deep. On the big flat-screen, the A's rookie Sonny Gray was
circling the mound; fuck, the kid had a great ass on him. A-Rod himself
tended to look for a good deep-dicking from his fellow major-leaguers, but
he wasn't opposed to delivering a nice, hard fuck himself, especially if a
guy had the kind of ass the young Oakland pitcher had in his uniform
pants. And thinking about fucking the hot rookie jock was also a great way
of not thinking about how he wasn't playing baseball, how he might well
never play baseball again, for the Yankees or for anybody else.


A-Rod growled in frustration. "Fuck me, Davey." He rocked his tight ass
back against David Wright's steadily pumping cock. "Fuck me harder, man."
Wright complied, grabbing Alex's wide, powerful hips and driving himself
faster, harder, deeper into Alex Rodriguez's ass. The Met stud's biceps
swelled as he held Alex tighter to him, fucking the Yankee third baseman
hungrily now, losing himself in the heat of this hard fuck.  Sweat trickled
down between David's pecs, along the v-shaped grooves down to his own
beautiful ass, which flexed tight as he thrust himself deeper.


Alex's dick was leaking now, and the stud Yankee groaned as he felt David
Wright's cock graze his nut over and over. His balls ached. God, his ass
felt so fuckin' full. He started gripping Wright's dick with his powerful
ass muscles, massaging the hot third baseman's hard prick with his tight
jock cunt. "Fuck, Alex, feels so...fuck!" It pushed Wright over the edge:
his mouth dropped open as he came, his pistoning cock emptying a thick load
of Metjock cream deep in A-Rod's hole.


Rodriguez wasn't far behind, Wright's relentless pounding making his balls
churn till finally he grabbed his hard dick and clenched his teeth, A-Rod's
cock jerking and firing shots of hot Yankee come all over David Wright's
bed, soaking the sheets.


The two ballplayers were still recovering when the door burst open and Matt
Harvey's grinning face appeared, followed shortly by the Met rookie
pitcher's bare, hard-muscled body. Harvey's fat 8 inches hung long and
heavy between his muscular legs. "Yo, Wright, you--oh fuck, bro, I'm
sorry." He started to back out.


"Don't sweat it, man," Wright said, slipping his hard cock from A-Rod's
well-fucked hole. He felt Harvey's eyes on his still-aching dick and
grinned up at his teammate. "We were just finishing up."


"Oh, well, uh...just wonderin' if you were comin' back out." Harvey grinned
too, his own prick rising quickly to full mast.  "Guys been asking for
you."

Rodriguez looked up now, smiling back at Wright. "Popular man."


Wright just grinned wider. "Yeah? Who's askin'?"

"Me, for one," said Zack Wheeler. The other Mets rookie appeared in the
doorway next to Harvey. Both young hurlers had electrified the New York
faithful before being shut down. Young arms were so fragile.

Not that they fucked that way. Harvey'd had his eye on Wheeler's bubble
butt from day one, and no sooner had Zack been called up to the bigs he'd
taken the 23-year-old home and fucked that tight Georgia ass hard. The two
rookies had been fucking each other's brains out almost daily ever since;
even now, Zack Wheeler could feel Matt Harvey's come leaking from his
well-used hole.

"You sure you'd even feel it, Wheeler?" his teammate joked.

Zack made a face. "Well, if you want somebody tighter, think we got
Recker's cherry ass loose enough to take that fuckin' beast." Now that was
enough to get David Wright's dick throbbing-hard again. The two pitchers
stepped aside, and through the open bedroom door, Wright could actually see
Anthony Recker bent over his leather couch, the backup catcher's handsome
face twisted in a mix of deep discomfort and sublime pleasure as his
straight jock butt got split open. The Mets backstop had a wedding date set
with his girlfriend in December, and till this warm October night the
"catcher" jokes had been no more than that -- jokes.  But more than any
other man in the major leagues, Anthony Recker had an ass that was made to
be fucked -- no, more than that -- that massive, round, tight-as-a-drum
muscle butt was made to be pounded, pile-driven, torn apart and filled with
come from a never-ending line of hard jock dick. Of course Recker somehow
hadn't realized all of this for the first 30 years of his life and thought
himself 100% straight, till finally he came across a man with the
confidence required to tell the tipsy but still 6'2, 240-pound stud that he
had an ass that was made to be bred.  And when Robinson Cano had done just
that, followed by that infectious grin and a few fingers manuevering over
Recker's ass in a way that made the handsome jock just curious enough not
to slug Cano in the face...it was all over. Just half an hour later,
Robinson Cano was taking Anthony Recker's untouched ass with the star
second baseman's hungry, dripping-hard 9-incher.

Cano had since ceded to Brett Gardner, who came deep in Recker's ass
literally forty-five seconds after sliding his long, hard prick into the
catcher's vice grip; followed by Anthony's own teammate Daniel Murphy, who
went slower to help Recker feel the pleasure with the pain but still came
after just 3 minutes; and finally Mark Teixeira, who was still fucking the
huge Metstud now 10 minutes later. Recker's own massively thick 10-inch
beast strained beautifully into the air as he felt Tex's crown, which
capped 9 thick inches of Yankee stud dick, drive against his
prostate. Recker's body was a work of art as he held himself up off the
couch, the broad tip of his dick dripping pre-come freely onto the
leather. His triceps were cut like stone under the tanned skin of his arms
and his shoulders were canteloupe-sized spheres of pure muscle. Recker's
pecs were like boulders, each capped with a big, dark nipple that begged to
be licked and sucked, and his midsection, though bulky enough that it
resembled a linebacker more than any baseball player, was still cut and
ridged with tight abmuscle.  Teixeira's view from the back was just as nice
-- the catcher's shoulders and back spread like a cobra, muscle layered on
muscle, all curving sharply down to Recker's incredible ass, the two round
mountains of muscle lifted high in the air and rocking back and forth as
Mark Teixeira fucked the huge New York Met deep. It was an appealing sight
-- in fact, even as they watched, Cano rejoined the party, sidling up
behind his teammate and driving his dick inside Teixeira's own upturned
butt, which just made the horny Yankee first baseman fuck Recker harder.

"Jesus," Wright breathed.

"And when you're done with that," Matt Harvey continued, turning back to
his teammate, "wouldn't mind if I got a little taste of that big fucker
myself tonight, if I'm bein' honest." Harvey stared pointedly down at David
Wright's cock, now swollen hard once again and pulsing with Wright's
heartbeat.


Wright was about to respond when another face appeared at the door.  "C'mon
boys, can't you see these guys just wanna fuck in peace?" That soft Alabama
drawl came from David Robertson, one of the Yankees' top arms out of the
pen, who wore nothing but a pair of black Yankee shorts that perfectly
framed his gorgeous ass. He smiled that gorgeous smile at Wright as he
roughly groped Harvey's and Wheeler's tight butts.

The Mets third baseman grinned right back. "Nah, we're done." His eyes
drifted over Robertson's powerfully muscled frame, just 5'11, but packing
almost 200 pounds of muscle. "Didn't know you were here, bud." Wright had
wanted to fuck the cute as hell Yankee set-up man all season.

"Just got here," Robertson answered with a wink.

"Yeah, why you think he's still got clothes on?" Harvey added.

Robertson shot him a look. "Hey, I don't bend over for any New York Met who
walks by my locker."

Wright stroked his dick needfully. "Yeah...just this one. Now get your ass
over here." The handsome Yankee pitcher paused, dipping his head and
smiling in embarrassment, then dutifully padded over to the bed. "You wanna
hop on?"


Robertson responded by shoving down his Yankee shorts. His own thick cock
sprang up hard, bouncing against his firm stomach. He smiled at Wright
again, making the third baseman's dick ache. Robertson climbed on the bed,
straddling Wright, his cock nearly grazing Wright's abs. Holding himself up
with his thick quads and powerful midsection, he slowly lowered himself
down.

"Jesus, you're tight, stud," Wright groaned as he felt the Yankee pitcher
envelop him.  Robertson said nothing, just breathed out slowly, then smiled
again and started fucking his incredible ass on David Wright's steel-hard
prick.


Alex Rodriguez turned to the two other Mets watching raptly from the
doorway, both rookies tightly gripping their hard cocks.

A-Rod's own thick pole was rock-hard again. "You boys feel like fuckin'
around while you wait?" The two hotshot pitchers glanced over at A-Rod's
muscled body, then back at each other. They grinned and headed inside.


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http://www.rantsports.com/nfl/files/2013/08/Ryan-Nassib-Giants.jpg (Nassib)
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http://blog.jasonmyersphoto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Matt_Harvey_Gotham_Magazine_1.jpg (Harvey)
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