Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2005 14:16:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: k d <dk2891@yahoo.com>
Subject: College Baseball Slut

Disclaimer: None of the people represented here are
real, they are but figments of my imagination.

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College Baseball Slut
m/m, m/m/m, Athletics, College, Incest

I've always hated stereotypes, I guess cause I see
myself as so subject to them.  One of the ones that
always gets perpetuated is that gay guys are notorious
sluts.  We want nothing but the cock and will stop at
nothing to get it, be its owner straight, gay, or
otherwise.  To me this always seemed like a bunch of
shit, and I guess it is.  There are plenty of dudes
that stay monogamous, date like regular people, and
don't hang out in public bathrooms to slurp down big
straight cocks.  For the longest time, that was me.  I
had no problem with being gay, but the stereotypes
weren't for me.

The stereotype that gay guys are effeminate...
Bullshit, I thought.  I was state-ranked outfielder
back in my Rancho Bernardo highschool in Cali.  I
rocked at sports, but baseball was my favorite.  I got
along well with the other dudes at my school, even
once I came out of the closet.  I'd sit in my room at
home and read the stories here on Nifty about the
athlete that comes out of the closet and enjoys a gang
bang by the team, or sucks his coach off and shit like
that.  Not that I minded them, they were always good
for a hot jack off session... but I knew they weren't
real.  I'd never had one guy ask me for a blow job,
act wierd around me in the locker room or anything.
We were so tight knit a group that nothing challenged
it.

So, no slut duty for me.  I've dated several guys off
and on, some serious, some not.  I wanted to break two
stereotypes and I think I did.  I was a gay athlete
and I was totally sensible about my sex life.  Now,
don't get me wrong, it's not that I think I'm a
minority.  I'm sure there are plenty of gay athletes
and I know there are those guys out there that just
want to find the same thing that guys and girls find.
But, we all know how the media can portray us now and
again.

That was my life in California.  I graduated from high
school in 2003, in that wierd in-between place for
kids gifted at sports.  I wasn't quite good enough to
go straight from high school into the pros, but I was
good enough to give it another shot at college.  When
I graduated I had a steady boyfriend, Lucas, who was
heading off to study history at UCLA, while I got a
full scholarship from the Longhorns at the University
of Texas in Austin.  It had everything.  Beautiful
campus, great academic program, awesome sports
history, totally rocking party scene...  Everything.
I was pumped.

For a full year, until the summer of 2004, my life
stayed the same.  Just like the highschool sweethearts
gone away to college you see on the WB, Lucas and I
stayed together even with over a thousand miles
between us.  I did great at school and to everyone's
pleasant surprise, my freshman year of baseball kicked
ass.  I hit .382 with 17 home runs and sixty-some odd
RBIs.  My dad got me an agent who suggested I hit the
amateur draft in April, but I turned him down.  I
really wanted to finish college, even if it cost me a
chance in the majors.

The summer of 2004, though, was when stuff really
started to change for me.  I decided to stay in Austin
that summer, enjoy the nightlife and get to know some
of my teammates a little better.  Basically, I wanted
the full college experience.  Needless to say, my
boyfriend was extremely unhappy.  We'd seen each other
over Christmas and Spring Break, but beyond that it
just been some extremely uncoordinated phone sex and
dirty emails.  He wanted to spend the summer with me,
so I offered to fly him out to Austin (my parents were
loaded), but it wasn't good enough.  We didn't break
up at that point, but didn't talk for a couple of
weeks.

Think I'm droning on?  Fine, fine.  This is where it
starts to get interesting.  So, here it is, middle of
July, I get an email from Lucas.  I was fucking
ecstatic.  I'd really missed talking to him.  When I
opened it though, there was no letter, just an
attached file: party.jpg.  I clicked on it and felt
the blood drain from my face.  There he was, my Lucas,
bare ass naked, riding this other dude!  The two of
them were drenched in sweat and my boyfriend appeared
to be enjoying himself immensely.  I don't know who
the hell took the picture, but that made me all the
madder, cause it was obviously deliberate.  He scored
with this guy and got somebody else to take a picture
of it just to send me!  I was crushed and furious, all
at the same time.

I left my apartment in a huff.  I didn't have anywhere
to go and didn't want to talk to anybody, so I just
drove around Austin for what seemed like hours.  My
rage subsided and I wanted revenge.  He wanted to fuck
around on me?  Fine.  Two could play that game.  But
with who?  I could get a random hook up at a club, I'm
sure...  Somebody dirty enough that they'd take a
picture of me.  That wouldn't have the same effect
though.  Then it hit me.  Baseball.  Lucas hated
baseball and hated that I played it.  He despised the
idea of me scamming looks at other guys in the locker
room and in the showers...  I think he bought into
some of the stereotypes occassionally, and figured
every now and then I might help another guy out.  So,
why not justify the fears he'd had for the past year
and a half?

There was one guy, Landon, sophomore relief pitcher
that seemed like he might want something from me.  I
came out to the team, most of them were cool with it,
but the coach swore everybody to secrecy.  He thought
I had a chance at the pros and didn't want that shit
to get in the way.  He treated me fine too though, but
every now and then I got the feeling he wouldn't be
opposed to a little action on the side.  Sometimes
when we'd shower, he'd linger a little long on the
southern territory, letting his already healthy prick
get a little bigger.  I'd be in the outfield when he
was pitching and sometimes when he'd turn around to
pace a bit, he'd catch my eye and adjust himself
fairly obviously.  It wasn't much, but he was cute and
I was hungry for revenge.

***

My plan worked and my hunch was right.  I found myself
at this exact moment on my knees before Landon Hunt,
blowing him for all I was worth.  I'd shown up at a
party I knew he was going to be at dressed like I was
ready for sex...  Tight wifebeater, loose pair of
shorts, sandals, you know, ready to go in a second.  I
sought him out like a missile and caught his eye
immediately.  I feigned drunkenness and leaned all
over him, finding myself getting turned on by my own
plan.  Landon is about 5'8", probably 160 or so with
wavy, blonde hair which was just long enough to look a
little unruly.  He had a little patch of stubble on
his chin, but that was it for facial hair.  He had on
a tight green polo shirt, which appeared to be about a
size too small and some khaki cargo shorts.

All of a sudden this guy seemed terribly and almost
uncontrollably sexy.  He had fine blonde hair all over
his forearms and then thinned and drifted up his
biceps.  The hair was almost lighter than his tanned
skin, which looked really cool close up.  Even his
smell turned me on, just the light scent of cologne
and a clean, masculine base.  Though I hadn't been
drinking, I was almost drunk with lust in a way that I
hadn't been before.  There was something exciting
about random sex with this guy, just to lead up to a
point where I could get revenge on my boyfriend, a guy
I had claimed to love for the better part of a year
and a half.

So, there I was.  6'3", 190 pound newest star of the
college baseball scene, short brown hair with a few
blonde highlights, fully clothed and on my knees
servicing this mediocre, but hot, relief pitcher for
my team.  I sucked hard on Landon's eight-incher,
bringing a loud groan from deep in his throat.  I
enjoyed the thick, heady musk emanating from his thick
blonde pubes as my saliva dripped down onto his hairy
nuts.  Without comment I pulled up, making him open
his eyes in shock.  "Hey," he muttered forcefully, his
voice almost threatening.

I found it mildly amusing, considering I was so much
bigger than him, but didn't express it, rather I just
looked up at him innocently, letting him feel some
dominance over me.  The moonlight made him look
awesome, as it shone in from a window across the room,
lighting up his chest, the light blonde hair between
his pecs, and his hard, pink nipples.  Having my
attention, he spoke again, "Suck me."

But, instead I ignored him, "Spread your legs first."

He did, albeit reluctantly, but I rewarded him for
letting me have my fun.  I leaned in close and
carefully poked my tongue into his lightly haired ass,
feeling around for his tender hole.  Much to his
delight, I found it without any trouble and proceeded
to eat him out for a good, five minutes.  My wet
tongue plunging in and out of his pulsing asshole,
drove him mad.  I knew he was having trouble keeping
quiet and prodded me head deeper into his ass with his
strong, calloused hand.  For my part, I made a great
show of it.  I sucked and licked out his ass the best
I could, making as much noise as possible.

Finally ready to give him his reward, I pulled out of
his ass and slipped his hard cock back between my
lips.  My mouth rode over him hard and fast, one
instant my nose would be in his pubes, the next my
tongue would be swabbing over his big purple head.  I
enjoyed the feel of his hard cock in my mouth, pulsing
like living steel, even as I felt the first pangs of
guilt over this tawdry incident.  He finally gurgled
out some kind of warning as he squirmed on the couch,
and I pulled back, waiting for his teen seed.  Just
like I remembered.  Salty, a little bitter, his was
very thick...  He came for what seemed like an
eternity, but I was able to take it all.

When he was done, I slid up to him and sat by him.  I
was tempted to lick a little drop of sweat off of his
left nipple, but figured it would freak him out now
that he'd cum.  He just sat there panting for a little
bit, taking in the concept that he'd let the biggest
star on the team blow him.  I finally whispered, "Will
you make my boyfriend jealous?"

Landon looked over at me, his eyes drooping heavily
after his orgasm, but still looking awful cute, "Can
we do this again?"

I just smiled, "That's how you're going to make him
jealous."

***

A plan like this is easier said than done, I'm afraid.
 Landon really wanted to keep messing around with me,
afterall, he didn't have a girl friend... but felt
really uncomfortable being the face of my
licentiousness.  And for all my earlier gusto and
paying Lucas back, I felt a little uncomfortable
myself.  You know, at the time I didn't really know
whether I would make it to the pros or not, but I had
no doubt that Lucas would flood the internet with
those photos if he ever found out I made it to the
main stage.  Being a gay player would be totally
different as a pro, than it would be as a college
star.  College baseball just isn't followed like
college football.

So, for the most part I shelved my plan and let Landon
off the hook.  Though our original tryst had been hot
as hell, I knew that's not what I wanted from my life,
so, save for the occasional flirting I didn't put the
moves on Landon.

Towards the end of the summer, once I'd finished my
summer courses and had a break before the fall
semester started, I went back to California for about
two weeks.  I had fun, but I never heard anything from
Lucas, which left me feeling kind of lonely.
Combining that loneliness with seeing a horny dude...
or dudes is a bad combination.

I hadn't been back in my Austin apartment for about
two days when at about 10:30 p.m., there was a knock
on my door.  I'd been having a beer out on the little
balcony I have when it happened, so I set it down and
went to the door.  I was already shirtless for the
night and just wearing an old pair of shorts, which
was nothing odd.  People go shirtless in Austin's
summer all the time.  I open the door, only to be
surprised by Landon.

I was taken aback, but greeted him anyway, "Hey dude."
 I cocked my head a little when he didn't respond,
"What's up?"  I imagined I knew.

He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt which clung tightly
to his body and a pair of loose-fitting jears, his
hair was fixed up much better than usual (gelled and
all) and he had a slight sheen of sweat on his
forehead...  I figured that he'd been partying
somewhere.

"Not much," he finally stammered out after just
standing at my door for a second.

So, we just stared at each other.  Why the fuck did he
have to make this uncomfortable?  Couldn't he just
handle that I'd given him an awesome blowjob and leave
it at that?  "Um.  You wanna come in?"

That finally woke him up, "Yeah, sure.  But hey, I
want you to meet somebody."

Huh?  I nodded slightly, "Okay."

>From the side of my apartment steps this blonde guy,
just like Landon, though probably just a hair cuter.
Same size and build, blonde hair, though his was cut
short and spiked, and also dressed for partying.

"This is my brother, James.  He wants to come to UT
next year, so I thought I'd show him around.  He
wanted to meet the star that everybody was talking
about."

I was nervous at this, but smiled, "Cool to meet you,
James.  Come on in."

We got in and sat down, but before I could even ask if
they wanted a beer or anything, I was barraged with
questions.  "Why didn't you go to the pros?"  "How do
you train."  "Where'd you learn to pick up the ball
like that."  Baseball talk always could put me at
ease, so I just relaxed and talked to Landon and his
kid brother about the game and stuff like that.

We probably talked for about an hour or so, then
finally the kid dropped a big one, "What's it like
being gay in college?"

I clammed up immediately and shot a look over at
Landon, my earlier concerns about the purpose of this
visit returning, "Well..." I started, "I've always
believed in being open with my teams, cause you can't
be a team if you're not.  There will always be
somebody who won't like you, so its good to figure
that out to start with.  And college... is fun.  Lots
of people."

"Don't worry," James said, "I made him tell me if he
had any gay teammates.  It's not his fault."

I got angry, how could it not be his fault?!  He told
his fucking seventeen year-old brother that his star
teammate sucks cock... and probably that he sucked
-his- cock-.  I didn't want to say anything, cause I
was so mad, and I think they saw it.  Landon looked
extremely uncomfortable and James just sat there
considering it.

Landon started to say something, probably apologetic,
when all of a sudden his brother pushed him backwards
against the couch and slid over onto his lap.  In an
instant, James had pulled off Landon's tight blue
shirt, leaving his top bare, save for a silver chain
around his neck.  My eyes widened even further when
James dove down and started sucking on one of his
brother's big pink nipples.

Landon, helpless, just looked at me, a combination of
embarrassment and shame.  Nevertheless, after a moan
he said, "Could you tell him no?"  I guess he couldn't
look at me any longer, cause he finally just closed
his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his brother's
mouth on his chest.

I couldn't help myself from getting hard as James
swabbed Landon's sweaty chest with his tongue,
stopping to bite and nurse on the same nipples I had
admired about a month ago.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" I sighed, knowing my
lust was easily winning over.

He immediately pulled off of Landon, his ploy having
worked. "When you're MVP of the league in five, six
years, I want to be able to tell my boyfriend or
husband or whoever that I fucked you.  They may not
believe, but I at least want to know it."

Jesus.  That was sordid and a little strange, but
fucking hot at the same time.  Before I could answer,
the little high school stud started again, "Anyway,
you telling me that you don't want any part of this?"

I surprised myself, "I want your brother to fuck you
first."  My erection was now plainly showing in my
shorts.

Landon's eyes shot open to protest, but his brother
stopped him, "I don't get fucked.  The most I do is
suck cock."

"Then you don't fuck me."

The older one whined just a bit, "That's too wierd!  I
only fuck girls... and certainly not my little
brother."

"Come on," I said, "You already blow your wad into one
of his holes, why not the other?"

Neither of them said anything, "You guys have to pay a
little to get me to put out.  I'm a little embarassed
that you two put me like this."  I quickly slid down
my shorts for emphasis, my hard, seven and half inches
was already slick and shiny from my precum.  "I want
you two to be a little embarrassed.  How bad do you
want to gloat, James?"

I honestly didn't know what they'd do.  I would have
been just as happy if Landon had put his shirt back
on, they'd left, and I could finish up on my own.
But, since I'm posting this on Nifty, you can bet
that's not what happened.

Strangely enough, it was Landon who finally spoke, "Do
you have lube?"

"Yep!"  I pointed him in the direction of my bedroom,
while I sat a little uncomfortably with James.

"Do you think I'm hot," he finally asked.

"Hell yes."

"You're a goddamn god," he muttered.

Already naked, I sauntered over to his couch and sat
down next to him.  Reaching over, I yanked off his
t-shirt and admired his body.  Just like his bro, he
had a tight little body, though he was smoother than
Landon.  Just a thin trail of blonde hair leading down
from his navel, along with some thicker patches under
his arms.  I bent down and trailed my tongue across
his chest, enjoying the salty sweet flavor of his
skin.  Just as his brother came in the room, I clamped
down hard on one of his nipples, making him yelp.

Landon chuckled a little, to my surprise, and then
stripped his jeans and underwear off, leaving his hard
eight-inches bobbing in the cool breeze of my
air-conditioned apartment.

I pulled off of James' chest and helped him shuck his
jeans and boxers too, leaving his identical
eight-inches out in the open.  I knew he wanted me to
suck him, but he'd get his nut off later, so I was
content to let him wait.  "Roll over."  He did so and
I sank down into his smooth ass.  Partly, I wanted to
loosen him up, but secondly, rimming was one of my
favorite activities... so this was an excuse.  I ran
my tongue all around his musky, but clean hole finally
fucking it in and out, making the high schooler yelp
in ecstacy.

"Fuck yeah!" he moaned, "Eat me out!"  I slurped and
slobbered all over his asshole, enjoying the sensation
of the activity, but also the extreme pleasure he got
from it.  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that
Landon had started milking himself in earnest after
waching us go at it.  Reluctantly, I pulled away.

"You feel relaxed?"

"Hell, yes.  To be honest, I lied earlier.  I've
gotten fucked before... a lot.  I was just hoping that
would keep you from making Landon do it to me."

"What about now?"

He paused, "It sounds kinda hot."

"Good.  Come on Landon, lube him up."

I backed away and watched, as Landon tentatively
approached his brother and pricked his asshole with
his slick fingers.

"That's right, bro," moaned James, "Lube me up."

He did...  Though still somewhat tentatively.  Then,
all was ready.  Carefully and quietly, Landon stood
behind his brother who was know kneeling on the couch,
like a common whore.

And they stood there, just like that.  Landon's body
paused, his huge cock pressed against his little
brother's asshole, while his brother looked over at me
expectently.  Finally, after a few seconds of waiting,
Landon rammed it all into him, fast and hard...  Just
like he had to get it over with fast.

James damn near screamed, but instinctively pressed
his ass back towards his brother's hairy groin.  "Fuck
me, Landon!"

Landon's eyes, meanwhile where crossed in ecstacy,
"This is fucking tight."  Slowly, but surely he
started rocking in and out of his brother's tight ass.

James was a slut, he was already into it.  "Come on,
bro.  Let me have it!  I know you fucked Mary harder
than that!"

Landon grimaced at the name of his former girlfriend
(or so I could assume), but slammed into his brother
nonetheless.  His sweaty balls slapped loudly and
unceremonially against James's body.  Pretty soon, the
rutting brothers were in a really good rhythm, Landon
fucking into his ass, while James would slam back up
against him, just to make the impact that much better.

"You like my ass, Landon?" James demanded, his back
shiny with sweat.

"Yes!" he gasped, plunging into the ecstatic depths of
his brother's hole again.

"How's the show?" the hot little slut asked me with a
wink.

"Fucking awesome," I muttered, careful to keep my hand
from my cock.  I wanted to cum with James' prick deep
inside me.

They continued like that for just a few more minutes
before Landon finally lost it.  "I'm gonna cum, James!
 You want it?"

"Fill me up!"

Landon's studly body clenched up tightly as he pressed
into his little brother one last time, spilling a
torrent of his seed into the tight, waiting hole his
cock was buried in.

After a long second of waiting, Landon finally cursed
quietly and withdrew his deflating dick from James'
ass.  Now that it was over, he glanced over at me,
again with the embarrassed, shamed look in his eyes.
James wasted no time in beginning to lube himself up
for fucking me, so I got up and walked over to the
couch and kneeled down.  Looking up at Landon's sexy,
sweaty body I moved my mouth to his cock.

He'd just cum, but he was only 19, so I figured he'd
enjoy another round while his brother fucked my brains
out.  I immediately tasted the combination of the
flavored lube, his cum (which I'd tasted before), and
the sweat which collected jointly from his brother's
ass and his own fevered action.  It didn't take much
cleaning before his cock started to rise again and in
no time, I was taking it all down my throat hardcore,
all of my senses enjoying the presence of these two
sexy teens as their aura floated around my apartment.

As I sucked, and Landon brought his calloused
pitcher's hands to the back of my head, James
forcefully prodded his lube slicked fingers into my
tight asshole.  I get fucked, but it'd been awhile
(though occasionally I'd tease myself with a dildo).
Before I knew it, James had knelt behind be on the
couch and was pressing his long, hard length into my
ass.

It hurt at first, but it helped to be distracted by
Landon's cock, so I just sucked harder on him.  James
grunted something about how tight I was, but I ignored
him.  I let myself get carried away by the two
brothers who were buried deep inside my body.  I could
tell from watching the two of them that Landon fucked
good...  He was methodical, but not too slow, hard,
but not sadistic.  James, on the other hand, was odd.
I guess he was close to cumming after his brother
threw him an awesome fuck, so he just plugged me
really fast like you might think a rabbit would.

Not that I'm complaining, it felt great.  But, all in
all, I think I would have rather had the positions
reversed.  As his cock hammered my prostate, I used
one hand to prop myself up and the other to wrap
around my own leaking dick.  James drove into me
harder and harder, wanting to get off... so I sucked
his brother harder, feeling his cock swell in my
mouth.

It was Landon who started to talk dirty first, "Come
on, James.  Make his ass yours!  Fuck him good."

Though all I could really see at the moment was
Landon's pubes and belly, I could imagine the high
schooler flashing a cute, delirious grin to his big
brother when he said, "You got it, bro.  I can't
believe you haven't fucked him before.  He's a babe."

Landon laughed as his cock continued to swell and as
his brother pummeled my ass, "I don't get off on the
boys like you do...  But damn, if its always like
this.  Shit!  I wouldn't mind!  Oh man...  Jeremiah,
I'm gonna fucking blow down your throat."

I sucked harder and felt my own orgasm approaching as
I fisted my own slick cock.  As I tensed to blow my
own load, my ass tightened around James' thrusting
prick, "Christ, I'm gonna blow too!"

And that was that.  Arching my back, with the best
orgasm I've ever had, my cock splattered it's juice
all over my sofa.  The two teens on either end of me
unloaded their seed too, finally withdrawing after
what seemed like an eternity.  We all leaned back onto
my sofa and enjoyed our post-orgasmic highs.  Landon
just sat there, breathing contentedly.  James and I
kinda looked one another over, as he laid back with
one arm perched behind his head.

For the most part, very little was said after that.  I
let them crash at my place, though we didn't have
anymore sex.  James went back to highschool, while
Landon and I occupied ourselves with offseason
workouts.  We got to be good friends and it wasn't
until we were working out, about two months later,
that I found myself controlled by that predictable
lust I sometimes got around him.  Watching him strain,
his gray t-shirt dark with sweat did something to
me...  Next thing I knew we were in a shower stall
with his cock buried in my ass.

We didn't do it very often, but when we did...  It was
hot.  I didn't slut around, too much.  Though one time
another player caught the two of us in the act, so I
ended up giving my ass to him too.  Sometimes I'm
ashamed...  But, I know that one day I'll find a boy
friend or something to keep me honest.  Until then,
I'm happy to get my rocks off with Landon or his hot
brother.  And hell...  Once I get to the pros, maybe
it'll be Barry Zito, or Alex Rodriguez, or Chipper
Jones, or Hank Blalock or...

The End

Thanks for reading!
If you're interested in any other stories I have on
Nifty, check out:
Grayson High (High School)
Rodriguez and Zito (Celebrity)
Big Brother Guys (Celebrity)
World Idol (Celebrity)
Survivor: All-Stars (Celebrity)
Metro Encounter (Encounters)
Mission Trip (College)

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