My last update saying my writing pace was going to be slow for a while was true...but I did actually have one other pre-madness chapter nearly written that just needed some polishing. No sense sitting on it, so here you go: a little bonus fun for you. Unfortunately the next chapters are entirely in my head at this point--not even a blank Word doc--so the next one will indeed be a while off. But have fun with the baseball horndogs while I start poking away at the next installment (pun definitely intended).
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Chapter 42: "Rounding First"
Andy slung his backpack on his desk and closed the dorm room door. "Dude, I think I'm gonna bang Darryl."
Ollie looked up from his laptop, confused, as he tried to reset from the Mech E set he'd been working on and process what his roommate had just said. "Wait, what?"
"I told you," Andy repeated more slowly, "I'm. Gonna. Bang Darryl."
"From the team? Plays first base? Dark hair, furry chest, fucks a new chick every weekend? No freakin' way."
"C'mon man, you know what Tyler said happened. Who do you know who's ever walked away from Coach's dick?"
Ollie cocked an eyebrow in acknowledgement; the only one who'd ever put anything up Andy's ass had been their coach, and he'd definitely come back for more after that. Still...
"True--man throws a mean fuck." Just thinking about it got Ollie's engine turning over. "But those guys learned their lesson, right? They haven't said shit to us, and they're not sniffing around for more, at least not that I've seen. Right?"
Ollie's tone was doubtful, but a faint sparkle in his dark eyes said he hoped his roommate would prove him wrong. He and Andy had been like kids in a candy shop the last couple of weeks, exploring every option available since they'd recruited their newest playmates. All the extra D had been like gasoline on a fire for both of them, and more than once they'd had a mutual jerk-off session talking about who else they might bag. It might just be the hormones, but both of them seemed to have noticed more of their teammates being a little...flirty lately. Nothing blatant for sure, but it was fun to think about, especially since Mack and Pony had shown that at least some of the flirting could go a lot farther if the mood was right. Darryl though... "No way Andy. I get like, zero vibe from him."
"I know right?" Andy was practically bouncing with excitement. "And I was thinking that deal with Coach was a one-off. But check this out...."
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Andy had been the last one in the locker room after practice ended: his arm had come back stronger than ever and their assistant coach had wanted him to work some drills with Tyler catching and Darryl on first, just to make sure they were all sharp; Eric had hung around and jumped in and out too. Tyler's knee had gotten better almost as fast as Andy and Ollie had, but it still bothered him to squat for long periods of time, so it was good to have another catcher there. Andy hoped their main player would recover before the magic "deodorant" ran out: the stuff seemed to be lasting a long time, but as far as he knew there wasn't any more to be had. It looked like it'd last the season at least, or close enough. Hopefully the effects on his arm were permanent--they should be, right? He still wasn't completely sure how he felt about the sex stuff: it was fun as hell right now, getting laid on the regular, but at some point he should probably switch back to pussy, just to keep his life simpler. Even if it might not be the practically nonstop fuckfest he was getting used to.
Maybe more than getting used to. The last few team members had been filing out, having already showered up and changed by the time he turned into the locker room. A few of them had given his ass the usual friendly swat on the way out, complementing him on his pitching...but at least twice it'd seemed like maybe they were checking him out a bit too. The thought had made him puff up a hair, and he'd made his returning smiles to Ben and Marty a little extra-friendly. Who knew, right? Or maybe he was just putting some spin on the whole scene because he was feeling horny. Sucking Ollie off that morning had been great and he'd rubbed out a nice load doing it, but he was ready to get his dick wet again. So yeah, he kinda was on the prowl for some peen most days now.
So when he'd rounded the corner in time to glimpse Tyler's fine ass about to get wrapped in a towel he'd been very much in the mood to appreciate it. It seemed like the catcher was spending a lot of time with their coach--couldn't blame him for that!--but Andy and Ollie had been making damn sure to hang out with him after Eric confessed to what they'd been up to, and in the weeks since the brown-haired catcher had not disappointed. That first time he'd ridden Andy's cock like a champ before pounding a load out of Ollie, and that'd just been the start of the evening. They'd all been smashing on the regular ever since, and that was before their team captain and his BFF had started staying late after practice. Just thinking about it had been enough to get the pitcher in the mood again, and he'd done some quick mental math on who might be around still...yeah, the odds were pretty good that he'd be able to get Tyler alone in the showers and up against the wall. His dick had stiffened up at the thought, filling his cup completely.
He'd realized he wasn't the only one eyeing the smooth glutes on display though: Darryl seemed to be glancing at the catcher more than once while he dried his hair. Sure, he let his black mane grow pretty long so it took some scrubbing, and Andy couldn't be sure because he was standing behind them both, but it'd seemed like the tall infielder was spending a long time doing it. Andy had pulled back behind the locker so he couldn't be seen too easily and watched, curious.
Tyler had seemed completely oblivious, just slinging his dirty gear into his duffel and grabbing some shower supplies and flip flops. His undercut hair had been matted and sweaty on top while his face had still been smudged with grease paint. Add in that fine cut dick he showed when he turned around, and he could've been ready to shoot a locker room porno. Andy had licked his lips at the thought of burying his face in that soft brown crotch fur and huffing up the jock's scent. Going down on the catcher always his engine racing big time, as much as doing Ollie; something about those two was just sexy as fuck. Them and Coach.
"Good plays today man, you're really coming back nicely," Darryl had commented.
"Yeah, thanks." Tyler had eyed the first baseman a bit warily: Darryl had a rep as being an alpha who like to fuck with anyone if he could get away with. Not bullying really, but kinda assholish sometimes. Andy was better as a pitcher than Darryl was in his position and they both knew it, so he'd never had to put up with it, but he could see Tyler was a little less certain of his standing. It looked like he'd decided to just brush it off though, turning to grab his towel and shampoo.
Darryl had sauntered closer, toweling off his cropped black chest hair as he did. "You're a top-notch catcher Ty. You like to catch?" His grin had been slightly mocking.
Tyler had played it cool and just shrugged. "Sure, yeah."
He'd just started to walk away when Darryl goosed him good, slipping his extended middle finger into Tyler's ass crack. From the way Tyler had leapt into the air and shouted it seemed like Darryl had found his pucker, or damn close to it. "DA FUCK DARRYL?!!"
The tall jock's lean face had split into a huge grin as he laughed his ass off. "Oh my God! Your face man! Ho, shit!" He wiped tears from his eyes. "I'm sorry bro, I'm just fuckin' with you! I didn't mean to get you that good. Oh man, your face!! Ahahaha! Ohhh shit!" He'd wiped his eyes again, still red-faced.
Tyler's face hadn't lost its flush, but the pissed look had faded slightly. As far as Andy knew, the catcher's activities had been on the down low as much as the rest of them, so Darryl's random jab was just that, even if it'd hit closer than Tyler might've liked. But it also had looked like it'd been the usual locker room bullshit, nothing more; Darry didn't seem to be pushing it. Tyler had stepped close and jabbed his harasser in the center of his chest. "You're such an asshole Darryl, Jesus." He'd shaken his head to emphasize his irritation.
Darryl's face had sobered up, mostly. "Ah shit, I was just joking man." He'd clapped one hand on the shorter man's shoulder--classic alpha move, Andy had noted. "Be cool. I was just fuckin' around--you're cool man." Tyler's glare hadn't let up though, until Darryl'd finally rolled his eyes. "All right man, I'm sorry. Won't do it again." He'd lifted his hands in surrender. "Bygones?"
Tyler's eyes had softened a fraction, and he nodded reluctantly. "Fine, whatever." He'd let out a deep breath and shaken his head. "You can be a real dick man. I don't need that shit right now: I'm trying to get back in the game and you are not helping." He'd poked Darryl's cropped chest again for emphasis, but lighter this time.
Darryl's blue eyes had softened slightly around his prominent nose. "Okay, message received. You know I love you little buddy," he'd joked, and grabbing Tyler's head in his hands he laid a sloppy wet kiss on his forehead. "Mwah!" Andy might've imagined it, but for a second he'd thought he seen the first baseman's eyes glaze slightly as he'd rested his nose in the catcher's damp hair. No, his lids had _definitely fluttered a little as he'd taken in a deep breath...but then he'd shaken his head slightly and pushed away. "Now go hit the showers champ--you smell all sweaty." He'd given Tyler a gentle push in that direction, but Andy'd noticed his fingertips had lingered a tiny fraction of a second on the catcher's smooth pec. Maybe he'd imagined it, but it'd definitely reminded him of the vibe Mack had given off before their captain had gown to town on Ollie's beast.
Tyler's smooth face had twisted into a wry half-grin as his irritation faded. "Shoulda thought of that before you stuck your finger in my ass crack, fucker." He'd shaken his head briefly and then headed to the shower stalls. He hadn't noticed Darryl staring after him, or the way his teammate had casually sniffed his finger, but Andy had. And also the way the first baseman's dick seemed to be hanging a bit lower. Darryl was pretty well-hung anyway--he claimed 8" hard whenever he talked about one of his weekend conquests, although having seen Ollie's actual 7 1/2" up close and personal Andy was inclined to think there was some inflation there. But still, his clipped unit was decently-sized even soft. It didn't hurt that Darryl manscaped either--that always made a guy's dick look bigger. But manscaping didn't explain the way his head had been swinging heavy below his balls--and his balls weren't small, either. A nice set, actually.... Andy'd ducked back out of sight before Darryl noticed him, considering.
He'd stripped off his shirt as he thought, backing away down the hall. Aside from the faint sound of the shower running there didn't seem to be anyone else left around. Whistling, he'd grabbed a towel and headed to his locker, which was conveniently two down from Darryl's. "'Sup?" he'd asked casually.
"Oh, hey," Darryl had said, sounding a little distracted. "Just getting' ready to head out." He casually finished wiping his nose with his fingers and turned his attention to his locker. He still hadn't gotten dressed, and Andy's quick peek confirmed the tall guy's still-swollen state. He really was pretty hot, Andy decided. At a little over 6' he was taller than Andy, but had the well-defined muscles that said he worked out and didn't drink more beers than he burned off at the gym. He had the same Mediterranean complexion as Ollie, if not as dark, but where Ollie's Italian roots were obvious Darryl was a little more mixed. Those blue eyes, for one thing. And a face that was longer and leaner despite the prominent nose. Native American a little, maybe? Andy shrugged mentally; didn't matter to him. He was more interested in what Darryl had below the waist, and the way it's heft had grown a bit more just since he'd seen it last. Definitely fluffy.
Andy had casually stretched his left arm up on top of the locker right next to Darryl and yawned, scratching his exposed armpit as he did. Darryl seemed to like jock sweat.... "Watcha got going on? Gettin' some tonight, stud?" he'd asked with a knowing eyebrow raise.
"Oh yeah, you know, probably..." Darryl's hands had idly moved through the stuff in his locker, like he was looking for something, but it'd seemed like he was trying hard to avoid looking at Andy. "Always pussy to be had, right?" His hand had rested on a tub of hair product, but he'd paused for a second while he took in a deep breath; Andy would've missed it if he hadn't been so close, but the first baseman's eyelids had fluttered ever so slightly at the same time. Definitely worth following up on, he'd thought to himself, most definitely.
"Shit yeah," Andy had agreed, pushing off the locker to stand upright. "Always that. Or whatever." Standing at Darryl's 7:00 it'd been easy to coat his middle finger with a generous layer of spit unseen. "Pitchers are always lookin' for catchers, right?" And with that he'd given Darryl the goosing that the other player had meant for Tyler. Except through dumb luck (and maybe a bit of practice on Ollie) he'd found his mark almost instantly, and was in well past his first knuckle before Darryl's furry hole had thought to clamp down.
"Jesus Andy!!" Darryl had gasped, "What the fuck are you doing?" He'd levitated onto his tiptoes instinctively when the invader had breached his hole, and Andy had felt his sphincter twitching as his body'd tried to process the bizarre new sensations.
Best to keep him off-balance, Andy had figured; he pushed a bit more. Already up on his toes, Darryl couldn't move away. And Andy's digit had made it into his chute already; his quivering ring was helpless to keep the slick finger from settling in to the second knuckle. "Hey man, saw you give Tyler a stick in the stink; figured you'd think it was funny." He'd wiggled his finger a little, bumping up against the walnut he found. "Right?"
Darryl had started breathing rapidly, but there'd been a definite hitch when the pitcher found his joy button. "Shit Andy, I was just joking!" he'd said in a strained voice. "Come on, you know me, I was just fucking around. Knock that shit off!" He'd tried to swat at Andy's hand but had no leverage up on his tip toes and Andy'd been too well-lodged to be knocked loose easily. In fact, Darryl's lapse in concentration had caused his chute to relax, allowing Andy to burrow all the way in until his hand was pressed deep into the furry crack. Darryl had twitched again at the intensified sensations and tipped forward, bracing himself against the locker with his left hand to maintain his balance. "Damnit Andy!" he'd panted as he squeezed his eyes shut, "I was just fuckin' around!"
"Me too man," Andy had said, "we're just havin' a little fun is all." He'd crooked his finger, and Darryl had made a barely-audible "meep." But the way his ass pushed back into it said plenty. That, and the fact that his cock was coming up fast, already lifting free of his balls and nearly horizontal. Andy's other three fingers had come to rest against the trimmed hair of Darryl's taint; he'd given it and the base of the player's balls a little nudge to encourage more blood flow to his dick. Maybe he was 8", Andy had thought as he watched it finish growing. "Looks like you're having fun to me," he'd commented.
"Andy," Darryl had groaned, "please, dude! Ah ahh...shit!" The last strained curse had been triggered by Andy's finger starting to rhythmically push in and out. Not far enough that he'd been in danger of losing his connection, but definitely enough to get Darryl to sink into it as he'd instinctively reacted to the stimulation. "Oohhhhhh..." His hoarse groan had been a mix of despair and lust as he'd come down off his toes and leaned forward to pooch his ass out.
"Andy," he'd gasped, "someone's gonna see." He'd bitten his lower lip when the pitcher grazed his prostate again, squeezing shut in concentration. Andy had wondered if the dark-haired stud realized the way his hips had started rocking in time to the fingering. "Someone's--" he'd repeated, "gonna seeaaahhhhh fuuuck...." His rigid hardon had bobbed energetically as he'd flexed his hips, his hole quivering in time as Andy had stretched and massaged it into acceptance.
"Better hurry up then bro," Andy had said. He'd reached across and taken Darryl's right hand in his left, then wrapped it around the jock's throbbing shaft. Instinct had taken over at that point and Darryl had stopped worrying about being seen in favor of getting his rocks off. "Yeah, that's it, jack it," Andy'd encouraged in a low voice, "show me what you got buddy."
He'd figured it wouldn't take long the way Darryl's ring had been dancing around, so he might as well ramp things up a bit. On the next thrust his index finger had joined his middle one; with two in he'd been able to spread them apart slightly and give Darryl a good stretch he could think about later. The black-haired jock had bitten his knuckle to stifle a shriek and started fapping furiously.
"Aahhh! Don't stop!" he'd begged in a low voice. "Don't! Ah SHIT!!" His asshole clamped tight on Andy's fingers, increasing their pressure on his prostate as he tipped over the edge. "Oh fuck!" he'd gasped, "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yeah...fuck!!!" Andy'd heard the faint spattering noise of cum hitting the locker below Darryl's, and then the rich smell had wafted up to him. He'd rubbed and stroked the jock's insides, milking every drop he could get out of him; a quick glance down had shown it was a damn nice load indeed. The first of many, he'd hoped. He could be patient...but he'd hoped he wouldn't have to be.
"Oh Jesus Christ," Darryl had moaned as he shivered on last time, "fuckin' hell." At that point he'd been panting like he'd just done a set of wind sprints and looked just as wiped out; even his ring had felt loose as Andy's slid his fingers out. Darryl's eyes had levered open and he looked down at the white goop coating the locker and the floor below. "What the fuck did you do?" he'd said in a wondering voice. It wasn't clear if the question had been directed to Andy.
The pitcher had decided it was a good time to back off and let his teammate digest what'd just happened. Quickly shucking his shoes, pants, and protective gear he'd wrapped a towel around himself. The encounter had left him with a rager he was going to have to do something about, but it'd looked like Darryl was still too blown away to notice it. "Good times, buddy," he'd said. Swatting the taller man's lightly-furred ass he headed to the showers. "See ya 'round," he'd said and sauntered off to clean up.
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"...And that's what went down, straight up," Andy finished, licking his lips clean. Halfway through the story Ollie had told him it was making him horny as fuck, and fished his hard-on out to prove it. Andy wasn't going to let that go to waste so he'd gone to town in between updates; with the help of his trusty middle finger he'd even managed to get the short stop to blow his load right after Darryl did in the story.
"That's hot as balls man," Ollie said, lazily running his fingers through Andy's short-cut light brown hair. "I can't believe you didn't nail his ass right then and there. Sounds like he was ready for it."
"Ehhh...I wasn't totally sure," Andy said as he crawled up and flopped next to his best friend. "Figured it was better to have him come back looking for more than scare him off moving too quick. Plus, Tyler was still in the shower: took it out on his little ass. That is one cock-hungry dude."
"Says the guy with my jizz on his chin," Ollie laughed.
Andy joined in. "Fair enough," he laughed, "what can I say?"
"So you think he'll be back for more?" Ollie cocked one dark eyebrow.
Andy nodded slowly. "Yeah, pretty sure. Even before I started fucking with him I got a little vibe, y'know? Like he was kinda leaning in to get closer without being obvious."
"He was digging your man funk," Ollie joked.
Andy chuckled, considering. "Hey, I bet he was. Those pheromones man. Whatever, it fuckin' worked."
"For him."
"You'll see dude, you'll see. He's thirstier than Mack and Pony, for sure."
"Wanna bet?"
"Loser gets fucked?"
Ollie's tan face split into a wide grin. "I'll take that bet."
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Andy didn't see much of Darryl at practice the next day. It might've been coincidence, or maybe the first baseman was just skittish, but the couple of times they bumped into each other it was just in passing and a bunch of their teammates were hanging around; Andy made sure to play it cool. He thought he might've seen Darryl shoot him a curious glance for a second, but he just ignored it. Wait for the fish to nibble....
The day after was more of the same, which was fine: they had a series starting the next night against a small Idaho school. They usually rolled over these guys, but coach Jeremy took each game seriously--he was more of a hardass that way than coach Ron had been--and had the usual team meeting to review strategy. These things were kind of a pain, but Andy had to admit it they worked: everyone knew the plan going in, and it really had sharpened up their game. At least Andy's first two years their wins had hovered around 0.55, and now they were at 0.78 near the end of the season, which was damn solid. Like coach Jeremy's ass, he thought to himself. Andy found himself throwing a rod every time he got near the guy, just thinking about the times they hooked up. He still preferred sinking his dick into a nice tight ass, but something about Coach got to him: every time they'd been together he'd ended up with his legs in the air or otherwise getting his own hole filled. He could see why the other guys liked it so much. Bottoming might not be his regular thing, but with Coach it was definitely hot.
Distracted by those thoughts Andy didn't realize he was standing next to Darryl until the other guy gave him a casual "hey" and a nod. As two of the taller guys on the team they were both in the back against the wall, which suited Andy just fine: those thoughts about their coach had given him a hard on that he'd just as soon not put on display. Darryl though...he gave the first baseman a friendly nod and sidled up next to him. He was pretty sweaty...and it sure seemed like there was something to that whole pheromone thing. Time to see where that went.
Coach Ryan started talking; he was a pretty funny guy and coach Jeremy had made him their pep talk opener for these things. While the guys were eating it up Andy took the opportunity to sidle a little closer to Darryl, until the backs of their hands were lightly touching. Darryl didn't seem like he was paying any attention--but he didn't move away either. By the time Ryan finished up their arms were brushing together repeatedly; no way Darryl hadn't noticed that. But again, no moving away.
When coach Jeremy got up and started talking Andy decided to push a little more. He angled his body a hair and let his right hand brush up lightly against Darryl's ass. The player ignored him until his fingertips lightly grazed the lower part of his crack; he twitched at that and frowned briefly, but kept his eyes on Jeremy and the whiteboard. Andy kept his face innocent, but let his middle finger slowly track up and down the polyester-clad cleft, following the trail of increasing warmth.
Apparently that was too much, because Darryl shot him a dirty look. "Knock it off!" he whispered fiercely.
"Just goofin' around man," Andy whispered back, rubbing a little more firmly.
"Well cut it out you perv!"
"You guys bored back there?" Jeremy cut in. Crap.
"Sorry Coach."
"No Coach." Neither one of them wanted to get an ass chewing; Andy already felt his face heating at getting called out, and Darryl had flushed too.
"Good, now pay attention." Jeremy gave them both a look that said that'd better be the end of it, then went back to his talk.
"Ass," Darryl muttered. When Andy's fingertip grazed his hole his lips tightened in annoyance. He abruptly leaned back hard, trapping Andy's arm between his ass and the wall without it being obvious to anyone.
Andy was definitely stuck, but so was Darryl. When his finger started circling in earnest, rubbing the sweat-damp pants fabric against the first baseman's tender flesh the tall jock flushed and pressed back harder, attempting to grind Andy's arm against the wall until he gave up. Andy countered by pressing his finger into the base of Darryl's taint, making him cough in surprise; the swollen tissue below his balls twitched when he did.
Andy leaned into Darryl, pressing their bodies together, and began working the tall jock's ass in earnest. Darryl quit struggling as a flush slowly crept up his face, and although he kept Andy's hand trapped the next time he shifted his posture his legs moved apart a fraction. Andy took advantage of the movement to slip his index finger in, then wiggle both deeper. Now he was able to move from taint to hole and back; if you paid attention you'd realize where his hand was, but the rest of the guys were too focused on coach's talk to notice. Darryl's breathing became shaky as Andy massaged the tender flesh, and an obvious bulge had formed in the front of his uniform. His stance widened again and Andy's fingers stretched the damp fabric in the seat of his pants, pushing at his hole's entrance. Not far, but enough that Andy could clearly feel the tight ring guarding it. Or trying to: it quivered under his touch, on the verge of relaxing. Darryl's eyelids were heavy as the teasing sensations in his ass overwhelmed him, and Andy could feel the first baseman's glutes beginning to flex ever so slightly in time with his probing.
He was hard as a rock himself, but luckily his cup hid that nicely. Darryl wasn't so fortunate: he hadn't bothered with one for practice, and he'd moved his hands to clasp them in front of his body. Andy could imagine the precum drooling out of the tall jock's piss slit and licked his lips at the thought. His imagination started spinning scenarios and he had to fight the urge to start playing with himself. It looked like Darryl had lost that battle: his thumb had started idly rubbing the outline of his head where it was clearly visible inside his trouser leg. It was a damn good thing they were in the back, because anyone paying attention would've noticed something was up.
Which--shit--they were going to once coach Jeremy wrapped up, which was going to be any minute. Getting Darryl busted wasn't going to win him any points, and he was juggling enough holes as it was without having the rest of the team wondering about him. Shit, he and Ollie had endured over two years of jokes about them being boyfriends before they had even thought about doing the stuff they were doing now. Feeding that fire would be a really bad idea.
With more than a little reluctance he slid his hand free and forced himself to pay attention as their coach started wrapping up. He saw Darryl blink slowly as his expression gradually cleared, finally shooting Andy a look that was hard to interpret: pissed? Disappointed? Whatever it was, Andy had saved him from a lot of awkward explanations. Not that guys didn't pop some wood from time to time, especially this year, but those were more a matter of looking a little swole than having a full-on rock hard.
Darryl's flush had mostly faded, and the salami in his pants had shrunk down to a manageable size, by the time the meeting wrapped up. He shot Andy an unreadable look and then bolted from the room; by the time the pitcher made it to his locker Darryl was already in the showers. Probably taking a cold one, or at least Andy hoped so. He was gonna need some cool water himself.
He got back from the shower to discover that Darryl had already bolted. Andy gave a mental shrug: it would've been great if they'd had a repeat of the other day, but there were way too many guys milling around for any chance of that. He consoled himself with the thought of Darryl racing home to rub one out, one finger deep in his ass as he did. The thought made him start to chub up fast, and he hurried to get dressed before it got awkward. Time to find Ollie and jet.
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Friday was the first double-header, and while Andy was happy that they handily won both games there was no shot at anything with Darryl: everyone was hanging around and then the whole team more or less headed out at once. But Saturday started looking a lot more promising: the team had a solid first game and it was clear by the bottom of the 6th that they were going to sweep the series. The game would end by dinner, so the dugout chatter was full of plans for post-game parties, hookups, and generally cutting loose, with everyone in a good mood. When it did finally wrap (11-6) the whole team surged into the locker room afterwards, whooping it up. They'd expected to win against Idaho, but their coaches had drilled it into their heads not to get cocky (which, yeah, they had let a few "easy wins" slip through their fingers in previous years). But still, a 12-game winning streak felt pretty damn good.
Not wanting to derail the mood, their coaches kept the post-game chat short and sweet. But Andy couldn't help but notice that when they all gathered round Darryl somehow ended up next to him. The first baseman didn't do more than give him a casual nod, but there were plenty of other places to stand if he'd wanted to. Well well well....
Andy hung back, shooting the shit with the guys while he kept an eye on the first baseman. Marty had heard of a Sigma Nu kegger that was semi-open, and swore he could get them in; that sounded like a good way to celebrate. He promised to get Andy and the other guys on the list, and with that plan in place the last of the scrum broke up and headed to the showers.
Most of the guys were ahead of him; he was going to have to wait in line to scrub up. It looked like Darryl was in the same boat: they both lingered at their lockers for a minute, contemplating the wait.
"Nice pitching today," Darryl commented as he grabbed his shampoo, "and you chased down that bunt like a boss."
"I had a good first baseman. Sorry the throw went a little wide."
"Hey, it worked right? Shut down their little rally big time."
"Hell yeah!" They shared a high five. And it might've been his imagination, but Andy thought Darryl's touch lingered just a hair. Definitely a promising sign. He quickly moved his thoughts in a different direction before his excitement showed up below the waist. "You gonna do the Sigma Nu thing?" he asked.
Darryl shrugged and wrapped his towel around his waist. "Maybe. Probably gonna be a sausage fest though."
"Lookin' to get laid, huh?" Andy grinned.
"Always." Darryl grinned back but then his expression sobered as he considered what that might mean, given the activities of the last couple days. "Well, anyway, time to hit the showers."
"Yeah, I'm fuckin' ripe," Andy agreed. "Better be some hot water left." He shook one of his bottles and grunted in frustration. "Crap, I'm outta shampoo. Can I borrow some of yours?"
Darryl shrugged. "Sure, let's do it." He sidled by Andy, close enough for the pitcher to feel his body heat, before heading to the back of the line.
As it happened there was enough hot water, but barely. The two of them griped to the last few teammates about using it all up, but really the athletic facilities were just old and the water heater was feeble, and everyone knew it. "Next time get your weak asses in line earlier," Ollie shot back; Andy gave him a friendly wave of his middle finger in response. "You gonna grab dinner?" He was already dressed and ready to go, while Andy was still toweling off.
"You go on ahead, I'll catch up. See you at the kegger?"
"Yeah probably. Or there might be a thing at Randall's. I'll let you know."
"Cool, shoot me a text." Randall was a very, very mellow right fielder; that'd be more of a stoner thing. Andy hadn't made up his mind on whether that was the vibe he was going for, but he knew Ollie liked his celebration bowls.
"All right, later. Guys, wait up!" Ollie trotted out, catching up with the group that was heading out to Fire Bowl for some Asian noodles. Cheap carbs FTW.
That left Andy and Darryl as the last ones in the locker room; the pitcher took his time drying off, and noticed that Darryl was doing the same. A quick glance showed that he was puffing up, and Andy felt his own dick starting to thicken.
"Thanks for the shampoo," he said casually. He grabbed a bottle from his locker. "Need some lotion?"
Darryl glanced over, his gaze flicking down briefly before he answered. "Nah, I'm good thanks."
"You sure?" Andy asked, and dribbled some onto his middle finger. He held it up, rubbing his fingers to smear it around as he locked his gaze on Darryl's blue eyes and stepped closer. "Not even a little?"
Darryl's eyes widened and he sucked in his breath slightly as he blushed. "Dude," he said weakly, and swallowed. Andy didn't say anything, but he inched closer as he kept smearing the white liquid over his fingers. Neither one said anything for a few seconds, but Darryl jumped when his rising shaft bumped against Andy's own growing stiffy. The first baseman swallowed, frozen.
Andy didn't say anything, but flexed his hips slightly, rubbing his shaft lightly against Darryl's larger one. He took his lotion-coated fingertip and ran it lightly around the ridge of Darryl's glans; a wave of goosebumps ran over the tall jock's body. "Oh shit," he breathed. He watched silently as Andy continued teasing him and a clear bead of precum formed at his piss slit. Andy was way ahead of them: he already had a line of clear slime running down his shaft and getting smeared over Darryl's darker skin. "We're gonna get caught, man," Darryl said faintly. He didn't move away though.
"I got a key to the PT room Coach Ryan loaned me so I could do rehab in off hours. He hasn't asked for it back." Andy fumbled on the shelf of his locker until he found it, then held it up. "No one's going in there on a Saturday night." He wrapped his hands around Darryl's balls and the base of his shaft and gave a gentle squeeze; they instantly pulled up from the stimulation. "No one would bother us." He tugged lightly and Darryl sucked in his breath. "No one would hear us. They'd never know a thing dude." When he slid his hand up the warm shaft Darryl's mouth fell open slightly and he shuddered. "Let's grab up our shit." No sense getting dressed: the PT room was at the end of the locker room. But if anyone did wander in and their clothes were still lying around there would be questions. Very awkward questions. And he was not going to fuck this up now, when he was about to close the deal.
Darryl jerked into motion when Andy started tossing his gear into his duffel bag. He didn't say anything, but he kept eyeing Andy's hard on in a way that said it had his attention. It only took a few seconds to get what he needed and close his locker up. "Come on," Andy said, jerking his head towards the PT room. Darryl was quiet as he grabbed his own stuff and padded after him. There was only one spot where they had to cross a corridor, but even if someone had looked through the fire doors they wouldn't have been able to catch more than a glimpse of them going past. Luckily no one did, and 30 seconds later they were inside the PT room with Andy turning on a couple of lights and locking the door behind him. The blinds were drawn; this spot was fucking perfect.
Andy grabbed Darryl's hand and led him to a small side room that was used for massage. He tossed his stuff in one corner and motioned to the table. "Hop up on that man." He rooted around in the corner cabinet until he found what he was looking for, while Darryl obeyed, looking bemused.
The tall jock's dick was pointing straight up as he sat on the end of the table, lightly-furred legs hanging off the edge. As Andy stood in front of him he finally spoke. "I'm uh, I'm not gay or anything dude."
"Me either." Andy shrugged. "But I like getting off." He squirted some of the massage oil onto his right hand. "And you like getting off," he wrapped his hand around Darryl's fat warmth and stroked its length, "right?" Darryl gasped and nodded, lips parted slightly as though no one had ever handled his unit before. "So let's get off." He started pumping, slowly, and the dark-haired jock's mouth fell open as he gasped. "Besides," he added as he put another squirt of oil on his fingers, "I bet none of your girls ever did this for you, did they?" His slick fingers burrowed under Darryl's trimmed balls, gliding over his taint until they reached the smooth puckered flesh they were looking for. Darryl leaned back and spread his thighs, and Andy's fingers slid in like the jock's ass was made of warm butter.
"Noooaaahhh fuuuuck...no...." Darryl's torso fell back and he squirmed up the table until he could put his heels on it, making his hole completely accessible. "That's fucking amazing," he sighed, "don't stop man." His eyes slid shut and he began rubbing his hands over his torso as Andy's fingers slid in and out, in and out. A line of precum connected Darryl's piss slit to his belly button, little beads sliding down it as Andy's fingers worked his prostate. "Shit," he sighed as his hips began pushing back onto the pitcher's digits. "Ohhh shiiit..." His ring was already as loose as Ollie's after a good fuck.
Andy couldn't resist the sight of it. Still fingering his teammate, he maneuvered to the side of the table and wrapped his lips around the mushroom head, letting out a satisfied "Mmmm..." as he sampled Darryl's fresh juice.
"Shit...that feels so fuckin' good Andy..." Darryl's back arched in pleasure. His eyes opened a fraction, and his hand reached out and wrapped itself around Andy's warmth.
Finally! "Yeah, stroke my dick bud," Andy encouraged. He'd been dripping enough to provide a decent amount of lube, and the slick friction of Darryl's thumb against the underside of his glans sent a shiver down his spine. He straightened up, and saw the black-haired stud staring at his dick while he kept stroking. He moved to his right a bit, standing closer to Darryl's head, and the first baseman licked his lips, considering. "Go ahead man, taste it," he encouraged. "Yours tasted great." It had too--just like every cock he'd tried over the last couple months.
Darryl hesitated for just a second before he rolled to one side and leaned forward. Andy met him halfway, tangling his free hand in the jock's thick black hair and guiding his mouth to where it wanted to go. "Niiiiice..." he hissed as the feel of warm lips and tongue sent sparks through his groin. Having committed, Darryl didn't hesitate any further: he began bobbing up and down hungrily, on a quest for more jock flavor.
"Oh shit," Andy gasped. All the anticipation had gotten him more horned up than he realized, and Darryl's enthusiastic cock sucking was making him leak like crazy. The thrill of a new mouth on his dick was hot as fuck, and when Darryl started playing with his balls he knew he wasn't going to last long. He hopped up on the table and straddled the first baseman's face, then lowered his head and began tonguing the slab of meat in front of him. Darryl groaned and worked more of Andy's dick into his mouth, refusing to back off even when he started gagging. His hips were pumping wildly as he teetered between Andy's warm mouth and the fingers up his ass, and the pitcher gobbled up the increasing flow of juice, grunting in satisfaction.
Darryl's balls were pulling up tight, and the tall stud had started whimpering continuously. Andy could feel a tingling starting in his own nuts as Darryl's hands roamed over his body, kneading and rubbing, and he ground his hips in response, feeding Darryl more of his dick. Darryl coughed a couple of times as he adjusted, but soon his nose was tickling Andy's bush. "Fuck yeah dude," Andy gasped, and then dove back onto Darryl's meat stick. It felt like warm steel, and he knew the guy was close. Gimme that jizz, he thought eagerly. He stretched Darryl's slick hole more aggressively, encouraging him to blow.
Darryl's mouth left his cock long enough for the first baseman to gasp "Fuck you're gonna make me come!" and then he wrapped an arm around Andy's torso in a bear grip, pulling the pitcher's crotch into his face. In a surprise move his free hand slid into Andy's crack, and before the pitcher could react Darryl had slid one finger up his own smooth hole. Andy moaned in a appreciation and pushed his fingers deeper while he began jacking Darryl's fatty. He was hungry for the load coming his way, and just as eager to fill Darryl's throat with his own.
The two of them were grunting like animals as they sixty-nined, fresh sweat popping on their bodies as they slid together and pushed each other to come. Darryl blew first, his shout of pleasure only partially muffled by Andy's dick, but the first jet had barely made its way down the blond jock's throat when he began unloading himself. Being on top, and having practiced a lot the last few months, he gulped down Darryl's load easily, hardly breaking stride despite his own orgasm.
The first baseman was having a little more trouble: he gagged as Andy flooded his mouth and was forced to pull off, so half of the pitcher's load ended up on his throat and chest. His mouth kept moving hungrily over Andy's shaft as it spurted, but his technique got sloppy as Andy's milking continued to overwhelm him. "Oh fuck yes!" he gasped between tongue passes, "fuckin' A!" His moans became incoherent again as Andy took him to the root: just ecstatic mumblings as his lips and tongue moved over Andy's balls and gooey shaft, licking and tasting.
Andy swallowed every drop Darryl had to offer, getting off on the sample of cum from a different source. Darryl's lacked...something that made him extra-hungry for Ollie's juice and Tyler's, but he still wasn't complaining: it was hot as fuck. He worked his right hand down to finish himself off as he continued sucking down Darryl's load: the first baseman was too lost in his orgasm to do more than slobber on his shaft. Andy grunted as he rubbed out a couple of very satisfying squirts: the extra friction from his grip was just what he needed. Darryl finally came back to earth as he finished up, and Andy was happy to let him swab his shaft clean.
Andy lay there for a couple more minutes, breathing in the scent of Darryl's crotch while the tall jock finished his cleanup work, rolling off to sit on the edge of the massage table once Darryl's tongue action slowed down.
The first baseman finally spoke. "Holy shit," he breathed. His eyes opened and he looked up at Andy, relaxed but still slightly uncertain. "That was something else."
"Yeah it was," Andy agreed, "good post-game celebration." He laid one hand on Darryl's flat stomach, sliding it up through a streak of jizz to rest on one pec. "You were awesome." He pinched one nipple lightly, rolling the cum-slick nub idly between his fingers.
"You too," Darry said. He didn't seem to be objecting to the nipple play. "Did you really, y'know, take all of it?" Andy nodded, smiling. Darryl lifted his head slightly, contemplating the stripes on his chest. "Dunno how you managed...I definitely did not keep up."
Andy shrugged and gave a half-grin. "Yeah, I come a lot when I'm super-horny." He gave the nipple--now stiff--a light pinch, then wiped his thumb up along one of the larger streaks. "Think of it as dessert." He cupped Darryl's chin lightly, thumb over his lips.
The dark-haired jock blushed slightly and rolled his eyes in embarrassment. "Dude," he said.
"'S cool bro," Andy said in a low voice, "just between us guys, remember?" He touched the wet tip of his thumb to Darryl's lower lip, then slid it in when his teammate's mouth opened slightly. "Oh yeah, that's hot..." he whispered as Darryl sucked him clean. Eric had said something about getting way more cock-hungry after he'd taken his first load. That was up the ass, but Andy was still hoping a taste would do the trick too, because that first orgasm really hadn't been what he needed. Their gazes locked as Darryl continued, swallowing his thumb to the base; Andy could already feel a stirring in his groin. He groped with his free hand until he found Darryl's wet shaft then began playing with it: tugging gently as his thumb went in and out of the first baseman's mouth.
He pulled the digit free for a second and wiped up a smaller trickle that had run down the side of the first baseman's throat. "Here's some more for ya'," he said, "get it all man." Darryl sighed as Andy pushed back into his mouth, and his sucking became more energetic; the pitcher could feel the fat cock in his free hand pulsing warmly as it started to reinflate. His own was; this was definitely heading in the direction he'd hoped for. Inspiration struck: maybe he could give things an extra push. "Lemme help you get the rest of that cleaned up man," he said. Darryl didn't fuss when he slid his thumb out, but his semi-hard dick was definitely aiming up, not down as it flopped there.
Andy quickly grabbed his workout shirt and swabbed its sweaty surface over Darryl's lightly-furred chest. It would've been hot as fuck to do this with his jock, but that might be pushing things too fast. Quickly swabbing up the last of his load there and on Darryl's throat he pushed the shirt lightly into his teammate's face. "Here man, you can wipe up your face with this."
His plan worked. He could see Darryl's chest rise as he dabbed at his cheeks, then more deeply again as he huffed the mix of male sweat and cum. A low rumble came from deep in his throat as he gripped the shirt with both hands and sucked in Andy's aroma, while his cock twitched as it finished inflating. Andy's own rose at the sight, and what it meant. Grabbing the massage oil from where he'd tossed it on the floor he applied a generous squirt to his shaft, and then another to his fingers before sliding two into Darryl's tender opening. The first baseman didn't say a word, but he didn't have to: the way his knees lifted as he spread his thighs told Andy what he needed. He slid his fingers out of Darryl's chute long enough to hop up on the table and position his teammate's lean hairy calves on his shoulders. "You ready to get fucked?" he asked in a husky voice. Darryl had damn well better be, because Andy's dick was sure ready to get busy.
"Fuckin' do it," Darryl groaned, his voice muffled by the shirt. His chest rose in another deep inhalation, his cock flexing as he did; a clear pearl of fresh precum glistened at the tip. "Put it in man." His starfish parted at the first touch of Andy's swollen helmet, and offered no resistance as it sank out of sight. "Oh fuck," he whimpered. His shaft was turning deep red, practically vibrating as Andy slid deeper, and the droplet at the tip turned into a steady trickle sliding down his glans. Andy gripped the tall jock's nipples as sank past the halfway mark, and gave them a firm pinch that made Darryl's torso jerk. He let the shirt go and gripped Andy's hands in his own, meeting the pitcher's gaze as his ass filled with cock. He bit his lower lip, and his eyelids fluttered when Andy finished penetrating him.
"Feels good huh?" Andy asked rhetorically. It sure did for him: Darryl's ass held him in a warm slick grip that sent tingles of pleasure along the entire length of his dick, while his balls nestled warm in the jock's furry crack.
Darryl nodded; his face was flushed. "Do it," he said in a hoarse whisper; his eyes slid shut.
Andy just nodded. When he started to slide back out Darryl's back arched and he let out a hunger-filled moan. "Fuck me Coach," he sighed.
Holy shit, Andy thought, he got hooked on Coach's dick after all! One fuck session with the guy and this alpha stud had turned hard...which meant they had two more playmates out there ripe for the plucking. The thought sent chills down his spine, visions of Josh and Paul filling his mind. The things they could do...he felt his whole body flush. Christ, here he was with his dick up one alpha stud's ass and he was _still fantasizing about the next ones.
He was going to nut way too quick if he kept thinking along those lines, so he forced himself to slow down, pumping at one-quarter time as his minds eye replaced Darryl's ecstatic features with Resnick's baby face, then de Vries's longer features, each one gasping as he fucked them.
"Haaauuuhhh..." The stud his dick was actually fucking at the moment closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he began to squirm. "Uuuuunnnhh..." He clenched his fists briefly, then began rubbing them over his trimmed chest and torso as a flush crept up his body. Andy kept to his slow pumping, letting the tension build for both of them. His dick was loving the tight hole it was in, and he was in no hurry to end things too soon.
"Uuuunh...aw fuuuuck...." Darryl's voice had risen a few notes as he began actively flexing his hips in time with Andy's thrusts, learning how to push his prostate against the pitcher's shaft at the right time; the increasing flow of precum showed how successful he was becoming. He huffed impatiently. "Harder." Andy paused instead, and wiggled his hips at the spot that'd seemed to get the most reaction from the first baseman. "Unh...fuck yes, there. Harder!" He twisted his body more energetically. "Fuck me man!" There was real need in his tone now.
"Work that ass Khaled," Andy grunted, "make my dick feel good." He resumed his slow long-dicking, noting with satisfaction the sheen of sweat that had popped out on Darryl's flushed frame. When the dark-haired stud's ring clamped down on his shaft he gave a pleasurable grunt of his own. "That's it man--unh! Yeah, fuck! Nice and tight!" He picked up his pace, sliding wetly in and out.
"Oh Jesus fuck!" Darryl wrapped his right hand around his shaft, steering clear of the head but squeezing it rhythmically; his shaved balls were pulling up tight. "Fuck yes!!" His ring squeezed harder, milking the pitcher in earnest.
Andy tightened his grip on the bottom's thighs and began pounding for real; the massage table creaked worryingly from their motion but he could feel his balls churning and wasn't about to stop. "You like that cock Khalid?! Like that up your ass?!!" he demanded through clenched teeth.
"Yes! Yes, I--aww fuck!--feels so fuckin' good! Pound me!! Gonna fuckin'--shit!! Gonna come!!" He began stroking furiously. "AAHHH FUCK! YES! FUCK!! AH AH AH!!" Ropes of cum launched from his deep red shaft, laying tracks across his face and scalp and splattering on the floor. He continued to cry out as his orgasm rolled on, a half-dozen spurts bursting through his fingers before his spasms began to slow down. Even through the haze of his own rutting frenzy Andy was impressed: Eric was the thirstiest guy he'd fucked up until then, and he didn't go on and on when he nutted like Darryl was now. No wonder he had such a reputation as a stud.
And now Andy was about to make him one of his own conquests. Darryl wasn't moving much now, his energy draining out with his cum, but Andy just needed that muscular hole of his a little longer. His nuts were pulled up tight, and every time his bush ground into the first baseman's taint he got closer to emptying them. Fuck was this a nice ass, he thought, and gritted his teeth as he slammed deep into it. So close... "Uh uh uh!!" Hell yes, that was it. "Ah yeah!! Take it!" With that he erupted, and what felt like a gallon of pent-up jizz blew into his teammate's guts. He saw Darryl's eyes widen as he felt what was happening, but Andy was too busy draining his nuts to care, and anyway the guy had apparently loved taking Coach Jeremy's load, so whatever. "Fuck!" he grunted--what a ride! A sloppy one too now: it felt like he'd blown almost as big a load as Darryl. Nothing like a fresh piece of ass to really get you going. On a whim he grabbed Darryl's cock and scraped off some of the warm load coating it, then licked his fingers. "Mm mm!" Darryl's asshole twitched at the sight, giving Andy a friendly squeeze as he enjoyed his little snack. Six months ago the thought of tasting a guy's load would've made him sick, but dozens of his teammates' loads had changed his mind on that one.
Darryl wasn't there yet apparently. "You're eatin' my load?" he asked doubtfully. He was still hard though, and his expression was more fascinated than revolted.
Andy shrugged as he kept licking his fingers, latching onto the first baseman's stiffy with his other hand and stroking it as he continued his cleanup; Darryl's asshole twitched again around his still-pumping dick. "You eat a girl's pussy after you fucked her? Same thing basically."
"Yeah, but that's...that's, uh, pussy." Darryl might not be coming anymore, but he was still sensitive enough for Andy's attentions to distract him.
Andy finished his cleanup and shrugged again. "Whatever man, it's just sex. It's all good." He released Darryl's sticky shaft and smeared the goo onto the jock's groin and belly. "You sure liked it."
Darryl's face reddened and he levered himself up, sliding off Andy's cock with a wet squelch they both noticed. "You can NOT say anything dude." His expression aimed for fierce, but he couldn't hide the faint note of panic. "Not a fuckin' word!"
"Not even to Coach?" Andy teased.
Darryl turned crimson instantly. "Shut the fuck up Andy! That was--that was nothing! I was just, you know--sex shit! You say stuff. So shut the fuck up!!" He poked the pitcher's sternum. "I mean it!"
Andy sat back on his haunches and lifted his hands in surrender. "Chill dude, I can keep my mouth shut. Our secret's safe. Jesus!" A sly look crossed his face. "Coach Jeremy is pretty fine though, huh?"
Darryl's face somehow got even redder. "Don't even go there man! Do not. I don't even wanna think about that shit."
"So you don't think he could throw a mean fuck? Older guy like that, bet he's had plenty of practice. Really knows how to use his dick," Andy needled.
"Whatever." Darryl pivoted and hopped off the table. "You go hit on him if you want, but keep me out of it. You and I had our little one-off thing, and that's it. No more."
Andy hopped off the table and grabbed a spray bottle and a towel from the stack nearby, then began wiping up the signs of their hookup. "No worries, whatever you say. I'm not gonna give anyone any ideas, stud, don't worry." He jerked his head towards the floor. "You gonna clean up your load, or you want the guys wondering who had a little party in here?"
Darryl jerked at the realization that he'd nearly tripped up; without a word he grabbed a towel and swiped at the tiles. "Wasn't any party man, and their won't be another one," he said determinedly, and walked out the door.
"I hear you chief. Whatever you say," Andy replied as he put the spray bottle back. But his eyes caught sight of the glistening trail running down the first baseman's hairy inner thigh, and he knew which way the wind was blowing.