OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION and is NOT to suggest that baseball legend Phil Rizzuto is gay. This story is COMPLETE FICTION !
(July 1955)
Once again, the New York Yankees slugged it out and won, and the crowds at Yankee Stadium cheered thier sweaty, dusty heroes from the jammed bleachers. Soon, the massive throngs pushed and shoved thier way to the exits, jamming into the hot, packed subways and overloaded buses to head home. The bleachers were littered with discarded programs, pop bottles, candy wrappers.......the usual mess left after a game. And the Yankee locker room, some minutes ago noisy and jostling with hollering, slamming locker doors, running showers, and the usual locker room banter, was now empty........save for Phil Rizzuto. The hot-paced double-header had been a real grueler for "The Scooter", and he sat wearily on a bench, and pulled off his sweaty jersey and undershirt. His broad, hairy chest was glistening and slick with sweat, and the crotch of his sweaty uniform pants bulged with a pounding hard-on.
To the the world, and to his fans, Phil Rizzuto was a straight arrow, a ladies man. But that was only a front. What he really craved was MEN. His secret was known to only a few very close friends, for very obvious reasons. All the while he was out on the field slugging it out, he lusted after the round, firm asses and bulging crotches of the other ballplayers. His sweaty, jizz-stained jock pouch could barely contain his thick, meaty, Italian sasuage. Now, all of Phil's teammates had left, leaving only The Scooter sitting alone in the locker room. But he was not alone for long.
"HEY, SCOOTER," A deep voice called from the corridor "I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE WAITIN' FOR ME, BIG GUY!" Phil flashed a beaming grin as his buddy, Mike entered. Mike was one of the ticket sellers at the main entrance, and he was now officially off-duty for the day. Mike was a tall, good looking fellow in his early 30s, his sweaty white shirt and snug tan trousers revealed his well-toned, solid body. His big Irish cock tented up his fly......a good, hard bat just waitin' for Phil to step up to plate!
"Yeah, Phil," Mike chuckled, rubbing the big bulge in his pants "You'll get this bat, don't worry.....but first, I'm gonna get up at bat first!" Phil spread his long, muscled legs wide, and Mike dropped to his knees and unbucked Phil's belt and unzipped his fly. He then shoved Phil's uniform pants down around his gartered socks, and Mike licked his lips, as he stared at the huge tent in the crotch of Phil's sweaty, lube stained boxers.
"AAWWFFUUCCKKKKK, MIKE!!" Phil growled, as Mike started licking the throbbing outline of his hard cock through his sweaty boxers. Mike felt his own meaty dong ooze more lube into his pants, as his hot tongue soaked the crotch of the handsome slugger's boxers. Then he reached in, and pulled out Phil's pounding 9 incher, the thick head smeared with oozing lube.
Mike's talented tongue slithered up and down the thobbing length of Phil's thick bat, loving it all, intoxicated by the lusty, manly, locker room aroma of Phil's thickly-haired crotch...the smell of raw, manly, musky sweat.
But this "blowjob" was merely a teaser...and Phil knew it. Mike stood up, brushing off the knees of his pants. He winked at Phil, who automatically unbuckled Mike's belt and unzipped his fly. Mike's pants slid down his thick, hairy legs, revealing his gartered argyle socks. The crotch of Mike's green-striped boxers were splotched with sweat and lube, and the handsome, virile baseball star wasted no time in pulling Mike's fat, beer-can cock out of the fly of his shorts, and , opening his mouth wide, swallowed the hunky ticket-taker's thick, sweaty cock right down to its hairy root.
"OOOOOHHHHCHRISSSTTTT," Mike moaned, as Phil Rizzuto started sucking on his thick, throbbing staff. "Fuck, Phil," Mike chuckled, " You really know how to handle a bat!!" MIke's hairy-knuckled hand playfully touseled Phil's sweaty hair, and Phil's broad, rough hand came around to run and squeeze Mike's well-rounded asscheeks through his sweaty shorts. The locker room was quiet, with the exception of the rumbling and screeching of the IRT elevated subway line outside, and muffled traffic noises. Phil sucked noisily away at his hunky pal's fat cock, slurping and licking at Mike's thick shaft as though it were a sweaty, musky ice-cream cone. Mike felt his boxer-encased nuts churn........... Then Phil stood up, and ra ised his hairy arms, his hands clutching a low-hanging overhead steam pipe. Mike licked his lips as he caught sight of Phil's thickly-haired pits. "OOOOHHHYYEEAAHHHH...FUCK!!!!" Mike muttered, as his hot tongue began probing Phil's furry, sweaty pits. The feel of the thick black hair tickling his tongue, and the hot, raw, manly aroma that emenated from them, hit Mike like a thunderbolt.
"BEND OVER THAT WASTEBASKET ,NOW, SCOOTER!" Mike snarled, as Phil obeyed. Mike then roughly yanked the seat of Phil's boxers down, exposing his round, firm, hairy butt-globes. Mike then pulled his belt from his belt loops, and doubled it up, and started whacking the hunky Yankee slugger's furry Italian ass with a vengence. The crack and snap of leather assaulting twin mounds of hairy, meaty ass made Mike's cock pound even harder, the angry-looking head glistening with fresh lube.
Phil Rizzuto grunted and moaned as each blow of the belt to his hairy ass caused him to grind his fat, aching cock against the wire-mesh of the overflowing wastebasket. Phil's furry, masculine buns quivered and bounced with each stinging blow, and he gyrated his furry ass, making sure that Mike hit all parts of his hairy rump with the leather belt. "YEAAHHH, YOU LIKE GETTIN' THAT HAIRY ASS WHIPPED, DON'T YA, SCOOTER?" Mike sneered, as he thrashed Phil's hairy backside until it was criss-crossed with hot, red, smarting welts.
Then, Mike reached into Phil's bag, and pulled out a jockstrap he'd worn a few days before. It had a clean, musky, sweaty smell, and was still sporting a few stray strands of black hair that were firmly anchored in dried cum. "Here, Scooter, suck on this for a while, " Mike chuckled, handing Phil his worn, cum-stained jock. Spitting into his hairy hand, Mike greased up his fat dick, and started easing it between Phil's well-thrashed asscheeks. "OOOOooooooohhffuucckkyyeeaahhhhhhhhh," Phil moaned, as he felt more and more of his handsome buddy's trouser snake invade his hairy, sweaty asschute. Mike grunted as he shoved his hard prick all the way up Phil's hairy ass. When his hairy balls, hanging out of the fly of his shorts, were up against Phil's hairy, blistered ass, Mike started pumping in and out, loving the way the tight, slick walls of Phil Rizzuto's rectum rubbed against his throbbing love-pole.
"FUCK...FUCK...FUCK", Mike cussed, as he reached around to pinch Phil's stiff nipples, his hairy, bloated nuts slapping noisily against Phil's hairy, quivering, red-striped ass. "MMMMNNNNNNmmmNNNNNnnnNNNNNNNNN", Phil moaned, as he licked, slurped, and chewed on his cum-encrusted jock. His own gamey, masculine smell was really getting to him, and he felt his hard dick pound harder as he rubbed it against the wire-mesh wastebasket. Every thrust of Mike's steel-hard prong jolted his humming prostate, causing his overloaded hairy nuts to churn furiously.
Phil reached down to wank his thick bat, and it only took a few strokes to bring him to home plate. AAUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHYEEAHHHHH," Phil moaned "YEAHHHMIKE......FUCK MY HAIRY DAGO ASS......YEAHHH...UUGHHHHHHHHHH!!" Phil's fat cock started shooting out geyesers of thick ballplayer spunk; hot, creamy jets of jizz shooting all over the wire-mesh basket, coating his strong, pumping fist with his sticky man-sauce. 'YOU TIGHT GUINEA FUCKER, " MIke snarled, feeling his own nuts churn "YEEAAHHH..GONNA CREAM THAT HAIRY ASS, SCOOTER...UUGHHHHFFUUCKYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!" Thrusting like a madman, Mike the muscular ticket-taker shot his massive load deep between Phil Rizzuto's blistered, hairy, buns; his fat, throbbing cock unleashing hot jets of spooge deep in his furry, sweaty chute. Phil's flexing sphincter manhandled Mike's shooting cock, milking out every last drop of thick, creamy cum from his furry, sweaty nuts. The two men heaved and moaned, thier hairy, manly bodies glistening with sweat; the steamy locker room rich with the mixed scents of fresh jizz and hot, raw, manly sweat. Mike's fingers wandered through Phil's hairy pits as his cock started to soften in the hunky Yankee's hairy, well-slammed ass. "Hey, Scooter, " Mike whispered "Wanna come back to my place for dinner......and maybe a little more action?" He gave Phil's smarting, hairy buns a playful slap.
"Could be a doubleheader, Mike, " Phil chuckled, as he licked his hot load from his rough hand. THE END Hope you guys enjoyed! Comments and feedback are ALWAYS welcome!