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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