Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 22:45:12 +0800
From: makatiboy (at) mac (dot) com
Subject: Oswalt Pitches Astros To Climax

DISCLAIMER/WARNING: This fictional story depicts homosexual acts between
two men in explicit detail with numerous curse words. If reading this is
illegal in your country, state, or community, stop. This is completely
fictional and fantastical and does not mean to imply anything about the
actual thoughts and habits of the persons depicted herein.


OSWALT PITCHES THE ASTROS TO CLIMAX
(c) 2005 "makatiboy". All rights not licensed to Nifty Archive reserved.


***

"Are you ready?" Roger Clemens asked, as he and four other Astros players
stood in Roy Oswalt's hotel room bathroom, where the MVP of the 2005 NLCS
was kneeling on the tile floor, naked, his hard cock standing straight up
as he lightly ran his fingers along it.

Oswalt nodded. "Let me have it," he said, closing his eyes.

Clemens nodded, puffing his victory cigar, and pulled out his cock. The
others--Adam Everett, Brandon Backe, Brad Lidge and Lance Berkman--did the
same. They closed in around Oswalt's lean, small, wiry body, tanned and
lightly furred, naked except for the heavy gold chain around his
neck. Berkman grinned and put his arm around Everett, who slipped his arm
around Berkman's waist, while Backe and Lidge rubbed their cocks and stood
with their legs planted wide apart.

Clemens grinned, yanking at his half-hard monster, and then said, "Time for
a real bath, Wonderboy," and started to piss on Oswalt.

The yellow urine splashed on Roy's face, running down his cheeks and chin,
getting into his ears, dripping off his rugged jaw and down his hard flat
body. "Mm," he said, running his fingers along the bottom of his own cock.

Then the others started pissing on him. Streams yellow, pale, and even
clear hit him on all sides, on the back of his head, on his back, his
shoulders, soaking his hair, down his body, down his spine into his
ass-crack and dripping from his puckered hole as he knelt and took the
sport. "Mm," he said again, and then, unable to restrain himself any
longer, said, "Yeah, piss," and stroked his cock firmly.

Clemens redirected his piss-stream against Oswalt's lips. "Open your mouth
kid," he said. Roy, his eyes still squeezed tight, parted his lips. The
piss hit his tongue, sharp and bitter-salty. "Come on, Roy, you know you
want to," Clemens goaded, and Oswalt smiled a little and opened his mouth
wider, stretching out his tongue, and drank Clemens' piss down his throat.

"Holy shit," gasped Everett, who had never done this before. "Dude, that's
so fucking sick!"

Clemens shoved his pants down. He grabbed Oswalt by the back of his
head. "You ain't seen nothing yet. Wonderboy here's got a real dirty
streak, don't you boy?" And he pressed his cock into Oswalt's mouth and
Oswalt's lips closed around the meaty shaft and drank the piss
thirstily. "Oh yeah, drain it dry," said Clemens, throwing his head back.

"Fuck, Oz," said Berkman with a grin, his own piss stream ending and now
starting to stroke his meaty eight-incher, "where's a man like you learn to
act like a cockwhore?"

"Who cares?" growled Backe, who had also stopped pissing and was now
jerking openly. "I wanna have at that slut mouth."

"You can have his mouth," said Lidge intensely, staring at Oswalt's
muscular, lean ass.

"Easy, kids," smiled Clemens, who was now hard and sloshing his cock around
Oswalt's mouth. "This fucking warrior here just pitched us into the World
Series. We owe him a hero's fuck."

Oswalt heard the conversation but wasn't really listening. He was
concentrating on the taste of Clemens' cock, its thick veins and its plump,
chewy flesh. He remembered as a young boy considering the Rocket one of his
heroes. Now here he was, sucking his boyhood hero's cock, his hero's piss
all over him and in his gut. Could it get any better?

"Uh, fuck, I can't stand it," groaned Everett. The young shortstop thrust
his cock against Oswalt's face. "Roy, dude, c'mon, please suck me too."

Oswalt glanced up at his eager teammate, then at Clemens.

"Sure," said Clemens with a fatherly smile. "Whatever you want, Wonderboy."

So Oswalt pulled off of Clemens's cock and took hold of Everett's. He
stroked it a moment, studying its skinny, jerking length. And then he
smiled casually and with a long slutty lick took Everett into his mouth,

"Oh, man... this is unbelievable ..." Everett's eyes rolled back. He was so
lost in the action he didn't care that Berkman had mischievously slipped
his hand down Everett's backside and was now rubbing a tricky fingertip
against the straight shortstop's hetero hole.

"Shit," said Backe, and grabbed at Clemens and shoved his rough young face
against the living legend's jowls. Clemens allowed the contact for a moment
before taking control, grabbing the young pitcher and bending him back,
raping his mouth with his tongue, putting the boy in his place. At the same
time Roy kept hold of Clemens' dick, and now licked it again, and then
Everett's, and then, not needing to say a word, pulled them close enough
together to get both their heads into his mouth. Berkman was now openly
fingering Everett's hole, and the frisky shortstop was unselfconsciously
fucking himself against his teammate's fingers. Meanwhile, Lidge had
stripped naked, and got down on the piss-puddled floor. He pulled Oswalt's
hips toward him.

"C'mon, Oz," he muttered. "Gimme your ass." He spit in his hand and rubbed
it against Oswalt's piss-soaked anus and poked two fingers into it. Oswalt
felt the violation but didn't make a sound. His only reaction was to
slacken his hole invitingly. He went on licking and tongueing the dicks of
Clemens and Everett.

The bathroom door opened. It was Andy Pettite. "Hey, Roy," he said, "it's
your phone."

Roy pulled off Everett's cock. "What's it say on the screen?"

Pettite looked at it. "'Rob'?"

"That's an old school buddy," Oswalt said. "Let the voicemail take it."

"Hey, Petty," said Berkman, who was now obviously angling to take the wild
Adam Everett's ass-cherry and make the shortstop not so straight
anymore. "You joining in?"

Pettite rolled his eyes and smiled. "C'mon, man, you know I'm religious."

"So'm I, that's not stopping me!"

For the first time Everett seemed to come to his senses. "Whoa," he said,
four Berkman fingers stretching his hole as he stood there with his cock
alternating with that of Clemens in Oswalt's mouth. He saw Pettite. "Hey
Pets."

"Hey Ev. Looks like you're in trouble."

"I know," gasped Everett, as Berkman pulled his fingers out and quickly
replaced them with his cockhead. " ... holy shit ..."

"Andy." It was Clemens. "Come on, it's a party. Let Wonderboy here taste
some of that pure Christian cock of yours."

Pettite looked dubious, but sighed and smiled embarrassed at
Oswalt. "Well," he said, "okay."

He unzipped his pants and took out his handsome seven-incher. "Sorry it's
not too hard," he said. "This really isn't my usual scene."

Oswalt shrugged. "No prob," he said matter-of-factly, and took it into his
mouth. As he worked to get Pettite hard, Clemens pulled his old Yankee
teammate into a lascivious kiss. Backe, thoroughly dominated by Clemens,
was now on his knees, replacing Oswalt as the legend's cocksucker.

"SHIT!" Everett's yelp was so loud they all turned to look. The scrappy
straight boy had his pants completely off and was taking Lance Berkman's
power tool up his unschooled manhole. "JESUS CHRIST!" Everett gasped. "That
fucking HURTS!"

"Feels good from where I am," joked Berkman.

Oswalt smiled and turned his attention back to Pettite. He knew his friend
was only doing this for the heck of it, so he resolved to bring him off
quickly. At the same time, Lidge was still working at his ass, and Roy felt
he was loose enough to take the hot young closer's prick.

He pulled off Pettite's cock long enough to say to Lidge, "Brad, you can
fuck me anytime now."

Lidge grunted. "Don't need to be told twice." He got up on his knees,
pulled Oswalt into a doggie position, and slowly and firmly pushed his
eight-inch tool into Roy's experienced ass.

"Jesus," said Pettite, watching Oswalt take the cock. "I remember when you
did that to me five years ago," he said to Clemens. "I still don't know how
fags actually enjoy that."

"It's not just queers," said Clemens. "Some guys just have an itch for
cock. Roy's no fag, are you, Roy?"

"Does that mean I'm not a fag?" gasped Everett as he took Berkman's happy
plowing.

"No, Ev, I think you've been turned out good by now!"

Everett looked crestfallen. "Aw, man ..." But he didn't stop Berkman's
steady power strokes.

"Whew," said Pettite, his saturnine face flushed. "Okay, I'm close."

"Pull out," said Clemens. "Cum on his face."

Pettite shook his head but did as he was told. Oswalt closed his eyes
waited tight-lipped as his straight buddy jerked his tool. In moments
Pettite was gasping, "Here it comes," and spewed globs of gleaming pearly
cum. It landed on Oswalt's face, his nose, his chin, and on his lips. He
held stock still, taking the cum facial as Lidge fucked him, until Pettite
said "Okay, I'm done, that's enough sin for me tonight," and then let
himself venture his tongue out to lick the jism for a taste.

"Fucking slutty, Oz," said Lidge. Roy smiled. He didn't turn, but arched
his back so the young closer could get more leverage against his ass
walls. "Fuck me, Lidge." And he knelt there and took it.

"Thanks for the blowjob, man," said Pettite, zipping up his pants. "I've
got to go meet the wife."

"Tell her hey," said Roy, opening his eyes.

He looked around. For a straight boy, Everett had turned out to be one
cockhungry fuck. He was as naked as Roy was now, his hands and a leg up
against the bathroom wall. The fuck by Berkman was now a game, with Berkman
toying with Everett's stretched out hole, poking it at various angles,
shoving in deep and pulling out all the way, slapping Everett's skinny
ass. "You like that, bitch?" Berkman asked nicely.

"Aw, fuck yeah, make me a bitch, treat me like a dirty girl," moaned
Everett.

Berkman rolled his eyes and smirked at Oswalt. "How you doing, Wizard of
Oz?"

Oswalt smiled. Lidge was fucking him with none of Berkman's shit: just
long, deep, hard, ballslapping thrusts, plunge after plunge and
plunge. "Great," he said. Next to him, he saw Backe, the tough macho boy,
gagging on Clemens' cock, jerking his own prick desperately as he served
his new daddy.

Clemens caught Oswalt's eye. The big, hale Hall of Famer smiled and then
grinned. Oswalt smiled too, happy to be at the center of this scene, happy
to have pitched the best he could and won a chance at the World Series for
his city and his team. These guys deserved it. Just like they deserved to
have his mouth and his ass. He closed his eyes, sighed, happy, and took a
huge load from Lidge deep into his ass.

***

Half an hour later, covered with cum from Everett and Backe, dripping cum
from Lidge and Pettite and Clemens, Roy Oswalt picked himself up off the
floor and emerged from the bathroom.

There was only one other person in the room now, smiling at him. Roy smiled
too and went for an embrace.

"Didn't join the party," he said.

Brad Ausmus laughed, flashing his bright grin. "I'm selfish. I'm like Bags
and Biggs: I like my manfucking one-on-one."

"Did they stop by?"

"You kidding? After they told their wives they were going to spend the
night with each other, they went to their hotel room and haven't come out
since. Biggio's probably got his ass full of a second dose of Bagwell right
now."

They kissed. "Oh, fuck me, Ausmus," begged Roy.

Ausmus chuckled. He laid Oswalt across the bed, spreading his legs, aiming
his hard eight-inch cock against Roy's cum-sloppy hole. "Haven't you had
enough?" he joked.

Roy grinned. "You never count," he said, and lay back and closed his eyes
as his ass was filled with Ausmus' sweet hard cock.

***

His wife's arms wrapped around his naked body as Roy lay in bed. In the
other bed, Ausmus was snoring. "Hey," he said with a grin.

"Hey," she replied. She was unbuttoning her blouse, smiling knowingly at
him. "I was wondering where my husband was. I realized, after saving the
season tonight, he was probably with his teammates..." She reached up along
his naked thigh and onto his ass and slid her finger along his asscrack,
still moist with other men's cum. "And I was right," she finished.

Oswalt smiled meekly. "The kids asleep?"

"Fast," she replied, removing her clothing and slipping in next to him. She
sniffed his piss-dried hair.

"The guys had some fun with me," Oswalt explained.

"No kidding," his wife wryly replied.

***

THE END

see you in the world series!