OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION and is NO WAY suggesting that John Rocker is gay. That bieng said, unzip and enjoy!! Horny as all hell, Atlanta Braves' most notorious anti-gay bigot, the hunky, humpy, handsome John Rocker lay on the bed in the small motel room he'd rented just outside of Atlanta. He was still in his sweaty uniform, his hunky body sweaty and oozing testerone. His massive slab of redneck cock was an almost painful bulge behind the fly of his tight uniform pants. While at a bar earlier, trying to score with some big-titted bimbo that caught his eye, he ended up talking to two big, muscular black men, who said they were big fans of him. The one black stud was in his late 40's, and introduced himself as "Dwayne", his buddy, in his mid-30's, was "Ace". The three men started talking and bullshitting about baseball, and then, slyly, Ace got on the subject of gay sex, and, seeing how Rocker was really "loose", Ace joked that the reason Rocker was so against gays was because he wasn't man enough to have sex with another man. Rocker guzzled some more of his cold brew, and told Ace that he was man enough to take on ANY man, black or white, and that they should meet him back at his motel later in theevening.
By the time Ace and Dwayne got there, Rocker was buzzed and sporting a massive erection, and was ready to go, casting aside his trademark homophobic image. BUT, what Rocker DIDN'T know, was that he was going to be the bottom!! In no way would he be even the LEAST bit dominant with these two muscular black studs. Once in Rocker's motel room, things seemed to go at warp speed. Ace slapped a pair of handcuffs around Rocker's wrists while Dwayne roughly pulled down Rocker's sweaty uniform pants, baring his round, beefy bubblebutt, perfectly framed by the leg straps of his sweaty, lube-stained jock. Both black men felt there massive black cocks throb and pound in their pants as they got a good look at Rocker's proud manlyrump.
Both black men sat down on the sofa opposite the bed, and hauled the humpy ballplayer across both theirlaps.
Ace chuckled and told Rocker he was going to have to be taught a lesson for all of his hateful anti-gay remarks. Rocker was so buzzed and so fuckin' horny that he didn't care. His powerful jock-restrained erection rubbed against Dwayne's powerful thigh, lube flowing from the angry head in a steady stream. SMACK! SMACK! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Atlanta Braves' John Rocker moaned and cussed as two powerful black hands came crashing down on his captive, upturned rump. His hairy globes quivered and danced with each stern blow, and the fire in his jiggling ass sent jolts of erotic pleasure into his hairy, cum-loadednuts.
Soon, Rocker's macho buns were glowing a deep red, and then Ace laughed as he unhooked a short leather paddle that had been clipped to his belt. Ordering his big buddy to hold Rocker steady, Ace then told Rocker that he wanted to see how tough a man he REALLY was! WHAP! WHAP WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! John Rocker gritted his teeth and was determined NOT to cry out as Dwayne paddled his flaming, crimson rear with his leather paddle. Soon, Dwayne handed the paddle to Ace, and told him it was now his turn at bat! Again, Rocker felt the sting and the bite of the leather paddle, his hard, jock-covered cock grinding against Dwayne's powerful thigh as blow after smarting blow assaulted his hairy, macho, redneck rump. Though Rocker had held firm to his resolve and not cried out during the assault on his hairy bubblebutt by the leather paddle, tears were flowing freely from his shut eyes, tears of remorse, repenting, and unbridled sexualecstacy.
The two black hunks growled and snarled as they beat the hell out of the homophobic sports star's beefy backside, their black cocks begging for release and relief. When Rocker's furry glutes were a deep, glowing, angry crimson, Dwayne and Ace stood up, helping Rocker to his feet, with his uniform pants still tangled around his feet. Ace took the cuffs off, and Rocker rubbed his sore wrists. Then Dwayne unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, and his dark blue slacks slid down his powerful, muscular black legs to his loafers. John Rocker felt his cock throb hard, when he saw the massive, humongous bulge in the crotch of Dwayne's green-striped boxers. Dwayne spread those big legs as wide as he could, and told Rocker to get between them and make himself useful. Never, ever did John Rocker even DREAM about sucking another man's cock, but, his hormones were raging and he didn't give a fuck right then. Ace turned on the radio, and tuned in a local hip-hop station, and the herky-jerky sounds of rap filled the room, only adding fuel to a five-alarm erotic blaze. Like a starving man, Rocker, on his knees, leaned forward, and started chewing and sucking on Dwayne's huge cock right through his sweaty, lube-sticky boxers. Dwayne loved the feel of getting his huge black boner worked over through his shorts by any guy, but this was nothing short of mind-boggling. Without a word, Rocker reached in with his beefy paw and hauled out Dwayne's thick, throbbing, sweaty, ten-inch soul-sausage. Dwayne groaned loudly as Rocker's hot tongue started teasing the lube-spewing head, working around the crown, and up and down the rigid ebony love-pole. Dwayne nearly shot when he felt Rocker's hot mouth wrap around his massive black dick, not believing that a straight homophobic bigot like Rocker could suck a cock sowell.
Was Rocker's homophobic attitude only a front? Did he really prefer cock to pussy, but was never man enough to admit it? Watching the hunky white ballplayer sucking off his best friend, Ace decided it was time to "drive one deep into center". Ace dropped his pants to his ankles and then pulled out his own eleven-incher from the fly of his blue boxers. He knelt behind Rocker, and then spit into his big hand a few times, and Rocker moaned deeply as he felt Ace's thick, slick fingers probe his hairy, sweaty, virginhole.
After he got four fingers inserted into Rocker's man-chute, he pulled them out, and started easing his huge black fuckstick between Rocker's furry, red-raw buns. His mouth chock-full of Dwayne's huge shaft, Rocker groaned deeply as he felt the huge head of Ace's cock start easing itself into his sweaty asshole. Slowly but surely more and more of Ace's huge black cobra invaded Rocker's tight, hot hole. Fuck, Ace thought, he'd NEVER fucked any guy's ass, black OR white, that was THIS tight. Dwayne's big fingers ran through Rocker's thick hair, loving the A-1 blowjob he was getting from this hot, hunky white stud. When Dwayne got a good look at his pal's cock going deeper into Rocker's ass, his big cock let loose with a hefty spurt of lube into Rocker's cock-filledmouth.
When Ace's hairy, grapefruit-sized balls were up against Rocker's hairy, glowing butt, he grabbed Rocker's waist and started plowing in and out, loving the hot, tight grip that Rocker's ass-muscles had on his huge black snake. The scene was highly erotic and would have totally blown away Rocker's fans, both straight and gay. Here was John Rocker of the Atlanta Braves, on all fours, sucking off one big black dude through his boxers while another black stud relentlessly fucked his hairy butt like there was notomorrow.
The staccatto, guttural rap, playing over the radio, added its own edge of masculine sexiness to the erotic gay orgy that was taking place. Rocker groaned again as he felt Ace's big hand pull aside his jock pouch, freeing his own, throbbing shaft, sticky with sweat and hot lube. His fist enclosed around the red-hot length of Rocker's pulsating bat, and Ace whacked off Rocker as he continued plowing his thick ebony rump-rammer in and out between those blistered, furry glutes, that looked so fuckin' hot in that jock. Dwayne humped his hips upwards, fucking Rocker's hot mouth with wildabandon.
Rocker's mind nearly blew as he felt his cum-churning balls finally explode. Grunting and groaning, his huge cock erupted with gobs of steaming stud-sauce, the thick, gluey jets spraying Dwayne's hairy leg, sock, and his pulled-down pants. As Rocker climaxed, his overworked chute started convulsing around Ace's inner-city snake, and that's all it took for the big black stud to blow. Rocker felt a massive explosion deep within his hot ass, as jets of sticky soul-brother spunk creamed his captive whiteass.
Damn, Ace though, this is the hottest white ass I ever had the priveledge to breed! The expert cocksucking had finally gotten to Dwayne, and cursing loudly, he bust his nut, and Rocker felt his formerly-homophobic mouth splattered with thick, creamy, tangy-tasting black jizz....a THOUSAND times better tasting than the fishy-smelling twat he was used toeating!
The manly, sweaty, musky aroma of Dwayne's crotch had really gotten to Rocker, and he swallowed and gulped greedily, hoping that the volleys of black jizz would never stop sliding down his throat. So powerful and intense was Ace's cum-load, that a lot was oozing out of Rocker's hairy, well-stretched asshole,and had been worked into a froth by Ace's frantic, fast-pacedfucking.
As he slowly came down off his sexual high, Rocker KNEW he would NEVER go back to pussy, even part-time. It was COCK he craved, and he was determined in the future to get as much of it as was possible when he was one the road. As Ace slowly pulled his sticky, battle-scarred cock out of Rocker's battered ass, he winked at his buddy Dwayne and grinned broadly. "Now THIS is what I call a real fuckin' DOUBLE-HEADER!" THE END! Hope you fellows enjoyed! Comments and feedback are always welcome!