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Boys of Summer 2: Red Sox Rut
Prologue
Andrew Benintendi had been riding the edge of the buzz for the last several days and knew he was going to need to feed the hunger sooner rather than later. He had almost sated it last night, but couldn't resist denying the increasingly insistent itch a little while longer. Over the years he had found that if he gave in too early, it would seem somehow incomplete; but if he held out too long, he would be as likely to regret the desperation of it even while it was happening. The way it was, he figured he had today to let it all fall into place and to enjoy the final innings of anticipation. The who and where of it all, if not the how or why. So he had spent his day, the early workout, the pre-game in the locker room, and parts of the game, making his decision.
And then he had wiped it all from his mind, coming to a completely new course in the space of a half a minute. Watching half-surreptitiously as his teammate and fellow outfielder changed out of his uniform not more than twelve feet away from him. The long muscular legs. The cut and powerful torso. The thickly muscled arms. The hard bubble butt.
Especially the hard bubble butt. The kind of muscular jock ass that announced to the world just how well it would work to drive the long shank of cock into a willing hole. The thought of it all, the necessity of it hit Benintendi all at once, even as he wondered to himself why it had never occurred to him before. When his teammate mentioned in passing to another that he was still going stag for another couple of weeks, it all locked inexorably into place for the left fielder. A feeling that was only reinforced by the sureness that, while the statement was not made to him, it was very much for his benefit. Nobody would think it at all strange for the two of them to sit together on the short trip back to Boston, nor would anyone think it worthy of mention that they were going to grab a pizza and some beers to start their few days off together.
By the time they got to Andrew's condo, the 24 year old stud was all but vibrating with the need of it, his cock hard and pleasurably trapped in his pants. By the time the two of them had changed into sweats, eaten the pizza, and were nearly done with their second beers, Benintendi was leaking pre cum into his briefs, thankful that he had opted for dark colored sweats which masked the wet spot at least somewhat.
Part 1
It had taken him a while, but JD Martinez had eventually figured out Benny's game, and had worked subtly to make sure that his presence had insinuated itself into the mind of his teammate. There had been times, though, that he had only barely held himself back from forcing the kid's hand for fear that any overt actions would have served as more of a wedge than a magnet. The 6'3" right fielder let those memories slip to the back of his mind, however, secure in the knowledge of why he had been invited over, and glad that the hint of his continuing "temporary bachelorhood" had done the trick. JD shifted his position on the couch, logs spread somewhat lasciviously, the prominent bulge of his hardening cock on clear display in his one size too small sweats, as he drank in the view of Benintendi's ass moving toward the kitchen for another round of beers, inconsequential conversation continuing, eager to see his teammate's reaction upon his return to the living room. A slight smile twitched at the corners of his mouth as the kid's voice got louder as he got closer, he moved his right hand to nudge at the ridge formed by his cock, making it appear even more prominent in his sweats.
That slight smile split into a wide, leering grin the second that the 24 year old's voice caught as his step faltered. Martinez felt the heat of Benny's stare as it zeroed instinctively in on his crotch, the left fielder's stammers acted as an aphrodisiac for the right fielder, and for a second Martinez thought the kid might drop the beer he was holding, so focused was he on the 30 year old stud's cock. He held his hand out, goading his teammate to take the last couple steps needed to be able to hand it off, letting his fingers brush along Benny's as he reached for the bottle, the kid seemingly paralyzed by the brief contact.
"Come on, man. You ain't gonna pretend this ain't why I'm here, are you?"
The words drew Benny's eyes up to his own in a near whiplash motion.
"I just thought...I know your on your own for a while yet...thought maybe we could ...I don't know, maybe..."
The nervous stammering of the 24 year old jock knotted Martinez's gut with rapidly heightening lust as he drank in the sight of the 24 year old stud standing desperately before him, the left fielder's cock obviously hard in his own sweats. The kid tried like hell to sound sure of himself with his next statement.
"You look like you need some help with that, JD."
"I wouldn't say no, buddy."
Andrew Benintendi began to kneel before JD Martinez.
"Not yet, Benny. Strip for me."
The shiver that rolled through his body at the command nearly caused Benny to fall to his knees anyway, fortunately his athletic reflexes allowed him to stand, even though his hands shook as he peeled of his t-shirt, head held high, determined to show no shame.
JD was impressed. While not as cut as his own frame, Benny had some nice tone to him. The fact that he at least seemed unembarrassed to be stripping off as ordered was definitely a point in the kid's favor. By the time Benny had kicked off his flip flops and began to lower his sweats, eyes remaining locked between them, it was apparent that it was not an act, and that the 24 year old was getting off on the fact that the situation was playing out like he had hoped it would. Bending over to pull the sweats completely off, he made an offer.
"I got some porn if you wanna watch. I know some guys like it better that way."
"Nah, Benny, thanks. I wanna see you working as much as you wanna work." JD smiled at the kid even as he caught sight of the wet spot soaking the front of his teammate's shorts in the second before Benny lowered them. A tantalizing half view of the left fielder's ass teased at the corner of JD's gaze as the right fielder quickly shifted his attention to the kid's hard and obviously drooling cock. "You need this bad, don't you, kid."
Benny could barely nod as his eyes locked on the pulsing cock under his teammate's sweats.
"Good. I like it when a stud fucking NEEDS it like that."
JD Martinez relaxed into the back of the couch, watching languidly as Andrew Benintendi knelt between his spread legs. As the 24 year old brought his trembling hands to rest tentatively on the 30 year old's thighs, JD rose sharply, startling his young teammate, and removed his shirt in a single fluid motion, reveling in the look of pure lust sweeping over Benny's handsome face as the kid drank in every inch of his ripped torso. Chuckling lightly as Benny's tongue swiped furtively across his lower lip, JD leaned back, once again fixing his gaze on his kneeling teammate.
Benny traced his finger's lightly, teasingly, across JD's exposed flesh, tracing the planes and valleys of his buddy's torso, moving steadily closer to the waistband of the stud's sweats, wildly eager to unveil the hard jock flesh of his lower body, to finally drink in the sight of JD's hardness, but also determined to savor the moment. As his fingertips finally bumped into the elastic band of cloth, he allowed himself another few seconds to trace one twitching thumb along the length of the barely hidden cock he was about to service. Glancing up to catch his teammate's gaze when that cock gave another jolt, Benny was awarded a slightly smiling, almost leering, nod. Hooking his fingers in the fabric, he pulled downward as JD raised his hips up off the couch slightly, teasing them both with the slow revelation of naked flesh. Benny watched, mouth watering, as the powerful cock was caught by the waistband, making an ever more obscene sight before it finally tore itself free and slapped hard against his teammate's gut. The left fielder drooled at the perfection of the right fielder's jock shaft. Eight plus, thick, uncut inches of Miami bred jock meat, pulsing in the heat of the moment. His head bowed, reverently staring at the sight before him, Benny moaned as one of JD's big hands slid up to his head, tangling in his shaggy hair and gently urged him downward.
Benny kept his lips loosely closed all the way, lightly kissing the tip of JD's cock before letting his tongue slip from between them and then to slip between the loose foreskin and flaring, supple flesh of the head, inhaling deeply through his nose, eager to know this most intimate scent of the man. JD sucked in his own gasp of air as Benny's lips parted, sinking slowly along the length of his cock, the vibrations caused by the kid's humming moans of desire ricocheting off his entire length, raising goose bumps on his body. By the time Benny's lips closed tightly around the very base of the cock, he had completely removed JD's sweats and was running one hand back up along the big man's inner thigh to cup at the massive nutsack. The moan he elicited from his teammate stretched itself out as he brought his other hand into play, pinching teasingly at JD's right nipple.
Martinez tangled his other hand into the kid's hair, luxuriating in the silky shaggy mane as he let his teammate take long slow swallows along his rock hard cock several times before entwining his fingers together and gripping Benny's hair tighter, threatening to pull it out by the root, before he moved to set the motion HE wanted, sure that that action was what the kid wanted himself.
That sureness was confirmed as Benny's moaning need increased around his shaft, as the kid's swallowing, sucking, vacuuming servitude amplified around and over his horny jock flesh. Dragging Benintendi's head almost completely off of his hard cock, he let the kid suck air briefly before pushing the kid's face back down the full length of his cock hard. The left fielder was a constant, humming ball of moaning need as he took the skull fuck eagerly, grinding his own hard seven inches along JD's shin as he allowed himself to be used in the way he so desperately needed. The right fielder began hunching his hips up even as he continued forcing the kid's face down, driving a teeth rattling face fuck into the eagerly clutching throat of Andrew Benintendi.
The kid's tongue continued it's searching dance over the length of cock impaling his face in spite of (or maybe because of) the hard rutting demands of the man he was so willingly serving, getting himself high on the tang and texture of the oozing pre cum of his teammate as it washed over his tongue before slipping down his ravaged throat soothingly.
Suddenly, frighteningly, Benny's head was still, teased unmercifully by just the very tip of JD's cock as he was held firmly in place, hovering eight inches above where he most wanted to be. Martinez let the kid's need rise within him, gauging it by the vibrating, leaking cock against his lower leg, the trembling in the kid's body. Waiting a second or two longer than actually necessary, JD dug his fingers tighter into Benny's scalp, holding him steady, before rocketing his hips up in a power driving thrust that threatened to dislocate the 24 year old's jaw.
Benintendi felt his body go slack in the glory of being well and truly used as his head was held in place while JD's sharp pelvic bone raced steadily upward, crashing hard against his chin on each bestial thrust.
This is what the itch, that great, gnawing urge, that hit him periodically was leading to, had always led to. That he be seen and treated as nothing more than a couple of holes to be used, a vessel to get a stronger man off. That he usually had to take more of a lead to get to that point with the others was a price that he was sure he was always going to have to pay. The fact that JD Martinez had driven him there based entirely on his own needs, the fact that the right fielder shifted his leg out of the way requiring Benny to seek it's hard caress along his cock, the bone and teeth rattling drives up and into him split his mind into equal haves, telling him he should never settle for anything less than what he wanted...NEEDED...ever again, and that anything he ever wants or needs in the future is entirely up to the man currently, and brilliantly, skull fucking him.
The flash of revelation in his fevered brain nearly broke Benintendi as he found himself hoping that Martinez would continue using him from this day forward. Picturing the 6'3" stud throwing across a bench in a locker room anywhere, anytime, and using whichever of his jock holes HE wanted. The sudden knowledge that it was no longer about waiting for the itch to start burning, but was now all about serving when and how he was told was almost, thrillingly, terrifying.
In a single, dizzying flash of motion, Andrew Benintendi's fevered brain was washed clean of all worry as he was swung powerfully up and off the cock, and then around precariously over JD Martinez's powerful body. His knees came down, almost too hard, on the back of the couch, he barely had time to brace an arm under him to keep his face from crashing to the floor as the script was flipped. Two long fingers spread his ass cheeks wide while another strong hand splayed out between his shoulder blades, pressing him down. Benny's gaze focused on the cock throbbing against his chin a fraction of a second before JD's tongue flicked over and around his ass lips. Scrambling with one hand, Benny lifted the iron hot shaft of jock flesh off his teammate's body and brought it to his lips, moaning deeply around the head as his buddy's tongue drove deep into his winking, greedy jock hole.
Part 2
JD Martinez sank his tongue into the tight, willing hole of his teammate, Andrew Benintendi, probing for several long minutes before pulling out to flick it teasingly around the winking jock lips, only to then trail it firmly along the kid's taint before lightly brushing the tip over the surface of the over stuffed nutsack. Each movement of the agile tongue elicited deep, needful moans from his teammate's lungs, moans that vibrated thrillingly along the vein etched surface of his own achingly hard cock. The kid's lips were all but nursing around the base of his cock, the left fielder's tongue dancing wildly, seemingly mapping every inch of his flesh's surface. Each time he plunged his tongue back into the hungry jock hole, he was rewarded with a new pulse of pre cum flowing onto his chest from the kid's own rock hard cock, it's oozing slickness riding hotly along his sternum as Benny ground himself tighter against his chest even while he pushed himself harder back against the digging, dizzying tongue torturing his ass.
The 30 year old stud wondered fleetingly if the 24 year old whimpering jock even knew what his body was doing at the moment. At least, any part of his body not currently engaged in servicing the cock tearing through his mouth. Benny was working miracles over the entire length and width of JD's overheated cock, suctioning, swallowing and swiping along it with almost machine like precision.
But only almost. The kid was far to avid and irregular with his ministrations of the 8 plus inch cock to be confused for anything less than absolutely passionate, but it was clear too that Benny was an avid student of servicing cock and had worked up a repertoire of skills that would put the best of whores to shame. The kid shifted slightly, confident enough to bring his supporting hand up off the floor to warp around one of JD's strong thighs, snaking his fingers underneath to trace teasingly over the man's full nuts., leaving his other hand splayed over his teammate's other thigh, half consciously mapping the shift of the powerful jock muscle under his palm even as he used the leverage to drive his ass back harder against the strong, searching tongue teasing his greediest spot. Benny didn't even wonder if JD knew what he was doing to him at the moment, but especially when the 6'3" stud's fingers came into play, tracing around the very ridge of his hole and fluttering along his sweaty slick taint. He was only extremely grateful for the fact that this jock god had the desire and the talent to read his needs like the slavishly open book that he was.
The overheated vibrations along his cock, mingled with the freely flowing cock snot trailing along his sweaty chest told JD Martinez that he needed to shift into the next gear lest they both blow their loads too soon for either of their liking, as it was, he suspected the kid wasn't going survive the transition to the next phase of their rut.
Tortured gasps and half choked pleas slipped from deep within Andrew Benintendi as he was unceremoniously torn from his comfortable perch with a strength and suddenness that made him fleetingly wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew. As it was, though, he barely registered that he would need to stand under his own power before his feet hit the carpet. The stud left fielder wobbled as he drank in the sinfully beautiful sight of JD Martinez sprawled before him. The older man nodded menacingly to the cock that he held upright, slick with spit.
"Climb on, boy!"
Benny's entire body shook at the command as he began to turn, backing himself closer to JD before a burning slap of a powerful hand brought him up short.
"NO, bitch! I TOLD you I wanna see you workin' this!"
Realization dawned in a dangerously deep pulse of pre cum as Benny turned back to face the man, moving between his splayed legs and stepping onto the too soft couch, carefully planting one foot on either side of this fucking god's waist before starting to lower himself, on top but totally, thrillingly, submissive.
Benny kept his gaze on the handsome face of his stud teammate, the stud teammate that was soon to be plowing his tight jock ass as he shifted slowly but surely downward. Pausing when the felt one of JD's strong hands curling over his thigh while the knuckles of the other traced over the sensitive flesh of the other. Catching a flash on the edge of his vision, he gasped when he focused on it, all but freezing as his teammate's thumb drew the flaring cockhead to kiss at his winking entrance. JD turned his head to check what had drawn Benny's attention, seeing themselves, sweaty and in heat, reflected in the mirror on the wall behind the couch. Martinez traced his thumb and fingers over whatever flesh he could reach along Benintendi's body, lulling him into a false serenity.
"That's it, son. You watch your face, see your need just like I am." the right fielder growled, dangerously. "Look at what you are, buddy. Watch what you're letting me do to you."
The gasp slipping from Benny's lips steeled JD's resolve even further.
"Watch what you need me to do to you!"
The hard pull downward came as a complete surprise to the younger man, a surprise that he watched play over his face like some kind of outer body experience. One minute his ass was hovering over JD's cock teasingly, and the next it was fully, painfully, perfectly impaled on the full, thick eight and a half inches., his teammate's pelvis slamming so hard against him, that he was sure there would be a livid bruise on his fleshy, muscular ass before they were even done tonight, let alone tomorrow.
JD Martinez watched the shifting looks as they washed over Andrew Benintendi's handsome features. Moving from shock, though surprise, through pain and finally to need, a choked, twisted hybrid of a scream and a gasp splitting his lips. A long, moaned 'fuuuuuuuuuuuck' as the kid registered the fullness, the rightness of the moment, that JD swore he saw form on the kid's lips before he heard it.
That moaning was drawn out as the kid began to whimper with pleading 'no, not yet's'. JD felt the first massive splash of cum on his chest before he felt the clutching tightness of his teammate's jock cunt powering the orgasm. Looking down, he watched as blast after blast of Benintendi babies flooded and poured onto his chest, all while fighting the milking clutch of the jock bitch's ass around his own cock. As the pulsing power of Benny's orgasm abated, so did the threat of his own happening.
Still, the kid looked abjectly terrified at having been so unable to control himself, at splooging all over his stud teammate's chest, that in different circumstances, JD would have taken some kind of pity on the left fielder.
Benny moaned desperately as he was ripped violently off JD's cock, hanging his head in shame, he watched, uncomprehending as his stud teammate scooped as much of his cum as possible off of his chest, choking out a sob as he watched JD smear it over his own yet to cum shaft, convincing himself in the blink of an eye that JD was just going to use his cum as lube to get off and go, disgusted by the hair trigger of the 24 year old jock.
"You don't even realize you're still rock fucking hard do you, you little slut?"
The question only registered in Benny's fuck addled mind as he was once again being dragged hard down onto the diamond hard jock shaft of JD Martinez. As his cock slapped painfully against his teammate's rock hard abs, the further realization that the cock now inside him was lubed by his own hot cum set Benny to oozing pre cum like a sieve once again. Benny was only half aware of the vision under him as JD sprawled back, arms slung across the couch's back, chest glistening with sweat and smeared with the remnants of his load, eyes heavy lidded with desire.
"Get what you need, buddy. Wanna see you fucking yourself on me!"
A leer split Benny's lips, a long, guttural moan escaped them as he spread his palms out across JD's powerful upper body, tracing along the broad shoulders, pressing against the hard plates of the stud's pecs, thumbs flitting across the ridges of the upper abs, as he began tentatively to rise and fall on the massive cock buried in his greedy, starving ass. His head dropped forward, shoulders going slack as the need rose higher and higher inside him. Breathing deep to gather renewed strength. Renewed strength badly needed to rise and fall, grind and twist on the man's cock. Reveling in the feeling of being split wide by the thickness of it, delirious in the rasping, digging pressure of it's length along his prostate. The staccato pressure of his own cock, slapping hard against the sweat slicked abs of this god like stud. As much joy as he was getting from the rutting cock deep inside him, he hoped that the stud he was riding was getting at least as much, encouraged by the fluttering, rolling eyes and the whispering moans of the man below him, he was pretty sure that JD was loving this as much as he was. The man's lips parted, tongue teasing along his lower lip as Benny continued to impale himself strongly on the thick cock inside him, the 24 year old was sorely tempted to kiss the stud, even more so as JD began to rock his hips upward, meeting Benny's downward strokes with his own from below, the slapping pressure of pelvic bone slamming against fleshy, muscular glutes driving both men to distraction.
JD brought his arms off the back of the couch, locked his gaze with Benny's, and slipped his hands around behind the riding, grinding left fielder, cupping the firm flesh of his ass, tracing his thumbs into the wide split crack to tease the fleshy lips stretched wide across his girth. When the right fielder teasingly pressed one and then the other of his thumbs hard against the left fielder's tight entrance, Benny went wilder still, clenching his jaw, locking his hands around behind JD's powerful neck he spurred himself to ride harder and harder, nearly releasing the cock on each upward slide before slamming himself back down.
At the height of the next upward motion, in the split second that it reversed trajectory to slip back against his groin, JD dug tight into the flesh of Benny's jock ass and heaved himself off the couch, tipping over hard so that Benny's back slammed painfully onto the hard marble slab of the coffee table at the exact moment that JD reached his deepest point of penetration, grinding hard against the wide spread and shocked jock bitch under him. Martinez crushed his lips of Benintendi's, claiming the smaller man's mouth completely, nipping dangerously at the full lower lip in response to the clutching need of Benny's greedily, miraculously milking ass as he struggled to draw himself back out against the rutting pressure of his bottom bitch. Slipping his tongue forcefully into Benny's mouth as he made his next inward power drive, he felt the sharpness of the kid's own teeth against it's surface in the split second before the left fielder's tongue came into play against his own, dancing, wrestling together as the two powerful, lust addled jock studs continued to give themselves over to the pleasures and pains of the bestial rut the likes of which neither had ever known before.
Devouring each others gasping moans as JD Martinez continued driving his cock deep and sure into the gaping bowels of Andrew Benintendi's jock pup body. The left fielder locked his ankles together across the small of the right fielder's back, feeling the inexorable rise and fall that served as a harbinger of each tremor inducing stroke of the rock hard cock digging it's way into his very soul. JD fought against the clamping, dizzying pressure of the muscular channel, forcing his way through the depths of Benny's depravity as he sought to show the kid everything he had been missing and more. Feeling the kids fingernails digging into his neck and shoulder blades, he allowed himself a moment to savor the feeling before tearing himself violently away from the gasping mass of jock flesh wrapped around and under him, loathe to have to explain to her when she returned.
The movement took all of three or four seconds, but it was nearly too long for the grunting, gasping jock bitch that Benintendi had become. The dizzying sensation of nearly flying through the air, chest coming into hard contact with the back of the couch, legs wrenched wider still, and the painful, blissful covering of the JD once again claiming his jock cunt as his own. Eight and a half thick, powerful inches of jock cock slammed it's way back through his gaping sphincter, powerful jock god body slamming against his own as he was once again fully impaled by the uncut beast of a cock, hand tangling in hair, it's opposite clutching hard into his glute, head pulled back and a demonic, growling voice in his ear.
"Watch your fucking cunt being bred, BITCH!"
Andrew Benintendi moaned in almost terrified need as JD Martinez continued to rut like a stallion behind him, the two men locked their gazes in the mirror, drinking in the lust crazed lines engraving on each of their faces as they rode higher and higher, neither able any longer to deny their need. Benny struggled to shift an arm enough to stroke himself off, only to be pressed tighter, nearly choked against the back of the couch.
"Oh no, son. If I don't fuck it out of you, you don't fucking cum!"
Each word punctuated with another brutal thrust of JD's pulsing, expanding cock. The look on the stud's face enough to let Benny know he wasn't kidding. The acceptance of his fate spurring him in an entirely unforeseen way.
Andrew Benintendi choked out a gasping sob, pushing as hard as he could back against the powerfully rutting frame of JD Martinez's body, managing just to raise his shoulders slightly before a massive tear split his soul as cum rocketed from deep within him and out, baptizing the couch he was being violently fucked against.
JD Martinez knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was fucking the load of a lifetime (at least so far) out of Benny, he knew also that he should himself be passing out as the clutching tightness of the kid's greedy jock cunt dragged his own load out in flood after flood of jock cum. The last, still coherent shred of him recognized the dizziness brought on by lack of oxygen, knew that he needed to start breathing again soon, and knew that the kid was in the same boat, could see the breath caught in both of their throats as he continued to fire shot after shot of cum into Benintendi's still greedily milking ass, and for a long, blissful minute he knew that he would not mind dying like this, breeding his stud buddy's jock cunt, flooding him deep and full with his seed as the kid pumped out his own massive load.
It took another half a minute to register the taste of blood on his tongue, coppery and hot, as he realized his teeth were sunk deep into Benny's strong shoulder.
Laying small, gentle kisses on the weeping flesh in apology, he let his body start to go slack, sliding out of Benny's beautiful, bruised ass and sliding to his back on the couch, gently encouraging his newly minted jock bitch to nestle, sated, along side.
A languid kiss against his lips, the sweet tease of a tongue against his own was the last think Andrew Benintendi remembered as he slipped into sated sleep against JD Martinez's long, muscular frame.