MLB playoffs 2013 (part 5)
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
(Photo aids at the end.)
NLDS - Braves v. Dodgers - Los Angeles, CA
The word came down from the highest levels of
the Dodgers organization -- as soon as the new management that had swept in last year realized how important Yasiel Puig was going to be to
LA's season (and -- dared they hope -- postseason?), they resolved to do whatever it took to make the 22-year-old Cuban rookie as happy, satisfied, and productive as possible. And when it filtered up through Puig's agent exactly what it would take to do just that, although the ownership team had never implemented that particular kind of...strategic
objective before, the brash young outfielder had only become more essential to the Dodgers' success, and to a man they felt they had no choice but to make the necessary arrangements. After the last few years,
this proud organization was on the brink, and they simply couldn't afford to fail.
So they gave the kid what he wanted.
At first Puig
was satisfied with strangers. They took him out to a club with his carefully chosen entourage, and after his eyes landed on the one he wanted -- a tanned, dark-haired twenty-something with gym-perfect arms and shoulders gently straining his sharp blue button down and a pair of black dress pants that framed a tight, round ass -- they approached and worked out a deal. Within an hour, the young entertainment exec had politely excused himself from the jet-set group he'd arrived with and returned to his condo with his new companion, where Yasiel Puig shoved down the straight stud's designer pants and CK briefs and fucked the guy's perfect ass for the first time, just taking the dude on the same bed where he'd been planning to fuck some insanely hot girl himself.
Two weekends later they scoured the stands during the game till they found what Yasiel had asked for -- his personal interpreter had practically blushed while coming up with the perfect translation for "lean blond boy who looks like he'd never wanna get fucked and has a nice, thick cock." It wasn't hard to find the guy, no more than 22 himself, bulging into his tight Dodgers t-shirt and cargo shorts and with deep blue eyes to match his sandy hair, and convince him
to leave his buddies and girlfriend for a one-time-only meeting with Yasiel Puig. But his handlers counted themselves damn lucky that when they explained to him exactly what was gonna go down at this very special meeting, the kid had downed just enough Bud Light and was just enough starved for cash that he actually said yes. Not to mention that when he shucked his shorts and boxers, he very clearly satisfied the last part of the rookie's request and they didn't have to fucking start from scratch. Then all that was left to do was ply him with just enough liquor to keep him buzzed till the game was over, then leave him in the owner's suite for Yas to find. The Cuban grinned when he walked in to find the straight boy sitting there watching TV, and the blond muscle jock was drunk and dumb enough to smile broadly too, just excited to see
his idol up close. But when Puig pulled off his jersey, exposing his ripped, muscle-swollen chest and stomach, then gestured at the kid to do
the same, he remembered the bargain and nervously peeled off his shirt.
"Yeah..." Puig said, looking over the bulge of his shoulders, the tightly defined rack of abdominals, the obliques curving sharply down to his shorts. "Nice." He put a hand to the kid's tanned chest, feeling the broad plates of the straight jock's chest.
"I've...I've never done this before, man...I mean, with a--" But Yasiel cut him off, putting a hand to his own lips and shaking his head. He obviously didn't understand a word the kid was saying. "'sokay....'sokay." That voice was so smooth, and Puig's smile so genuine, that when he leaned in to kiss him, the blond stud instantly kissed back, even ran his hand lightly over the outfielder's bulging pecs and cobbled stomach, trying to fulfill his side of the bargain, trying to make the pro athlete he revered feel good. It didn't hurt that
Puig was as great a kisser as you'd expect for a kid who spent his teenage years on the beaches of Cuba, or that the young Dodger's big hands were doing incredible things to this straight kid's body, running through his shaggy blond hair, sliding just the tips of his fingers over
his powerfully muscled back, gripping and kneading his round muscle ass
through his shorts, manhandling that hard buttmuscle like he'd never thought possible. It felt so fucking good that he almost wasn't surprised when Puig reached down the front of the kid's cargo shorts and
his fingers found an 8.5-inch rod of straight jock dick that was as hard as fucking steel.
From there, the kid didn't even have to think about the cash. It was natural enough to bend Puig over the couch and fuck the Dodger rookie hard, although when the kid glanced up and caught a reflection in the plate glass window of himself, ripped and sweaty and driving his dick into the 6'3, 245-pound right fielder for the Los Angeles Dodgers, he almost came just from the sight of it. And when Puig
flipped himself over, somehow lifting his massive legs up over the kid's shoulders and letting the kid hold Puig's huge body in place, his biceps and ripped stomach straining with the effort, and start fucking Puig deep even as he now stared into the Cuban stud's dark eyes, the straight dude did come, that fat cock that Yas had been hungry for firing a load deep in the pro ballplayer's tight ass. And when Puig stood up straight again, his glorious body bare, his beautifully thick 9
inch cock curving desperately hard into the air, and the blond stud's eyes raked over the muscled hills and valleys of Puig's body, thinking, I just fucked that,
the young stud's own dick suddenly throbbed full again. And when Puig approached where he lay back on the couch, the rookie's gentle face suddenly full of fire, his broad chest rising heavily with Puig's deep breaths, and leaned in, pressing the kid's legs apart, Puig's dick so fucking long and thick that it actually brushed against the kid's own hard cock...it was clear what he wanted.
The kid looked down at his star's incredible cock, then slowly back up, staring into Puig's eyes. He nodded.
It
was understandable how loud the straight jock groaned with Yasiel Puig slid his 9 inches of well-lubed cock inside him for the first time, but he took it like a fucking champ. And to the kid's astonishment, it wasn't two minutes after Yas whispered his final "'sokay" that he looked
up, met Puig's eyes again, and nodded again.
Ten minutes after that, the blond 22-year-old was splayed
wide across the couch, his legs wrapped around Yasiel Puig's massive shoulders, his head buried in the back cushion, the veins of his muscular neck pounding, his arms swollen as he tightly gripped the back of the couch, and bit the cushion hard between growling, "Fuck me, bro...fuck me harder..."
Puig asked for a few more random Angelenos after that. When Yas decided he wanted a couple guys who could match him pound for pound, they dutifully rounded up two linebackers from the USC football team, sporting twin 6'4', 240-pound frames under their Trojans tees and sweats, who took turns getting their cherry asses fucked by the Cuban's thick-swollen dick before he decided he'd like to watch the two buddies kiss and then fuck each other. Not all of them needed money, of course -- a promise of connections at a couple of studios snared a clean-cut lawyer, 34, UCLA, Stanford Law, his 6'1, 190-pound frame tailored perfectly into a gray suit and burnt orange tie, on his way out of the office to grab dinner for his wife and two kids; Puig ended up ripping the suit from the white-collar frat boy's gym-trained body and fucking him against his desk till the lawyer's thick 7.5-inch cock sprayed come across his neatly organized papers. But the handlers were proudest of fulfilling the last request, and Puig actually made a point of sending his agent to thank them personally after he'd finished fucking two loads
out of the ripped and tattooed 23-year-old enforcer for one of the city's roughest Mexican gangs.
But as August bled into September, and the team grew closer in their drive toward the postseason, Puig began dropping hints to his handlers that he wouldn't be opposed to a night with another boy in blue. And gradually, discreetly, they started asking around.
Puig fucked Chris Capuano first, a great pick as far as he was concerned since he'd been admiring Cap's bulging ass all the way from right field all summer. Capuano's battery-mate was next, and not two hours after the idea had first been proposed to the tall, burly catcher, Puig had taken a grinning, head-shaking A.J. Ellis back to his hotel room in San Francisco. In the end, Ellis's ultra-thick 7-inch prick looked so fucking good as he sat on Puig's dick and fucked himself
deep on that hard-curving beast, his catchercock red and leaking pre-come freely down the shaft, that the rookie actually had to pull out
and shove Ellis on his back to suck a thick load out of A.J.'s balls before flipping the catcher back on his stomach and finishing the job. And after the veteran infielder Michael Young caught his eye one day in the showers, Puig didn't even have to ask -- Young just showed up at his
apartment after the game and the right fielder was soon fucking Young's
still perfectly tight ass. He fucked the handsome jock dad three more times before falling asleep with Mike's muscular arm lying across his chest, then fucking him again in the shower the next morning before Young went back home to his wife.
It took four tries before Zack Greinke finally gave in --
the tall 29-year-old pitcher protested again and again that he had a wife, that he knew what they had to do but that he wasn't into that shit. But the Dodgers staff were persistent -- not only did they have it
on good information that Zack had...experimented in the minors, another
young star on the rise high on talent but short on women. But management also felt that Greinke had been too tense recently -- they knew their October depended as much on their power arm as it did on their power bat, and they saw a chance to kill two birds with one stone.
And standing in the dugout after a particularly solid start, thinking back to the hot, steady fuck that Yas had given him the night before, Greinke had to admit to himself they were right. God, the big fuckin' Cuban had a big fuckin' cock, and it had felt beyond incredible sliding into Zack's tight jock cunt, taking a dude's hard dick for the first time in years. Not to mention how sweet it had felt for Greinke to drive
his own aching-hard cock into the fucking paradise of Yasiel Puig's ass, tight and hot and wet and hungry for dick.
And on the day they secured their playoff berth, Yasiel Puig had simply seduced Skip Schumaker, which was all the more amazing since he'd done it without any help from his handlers and with barely a lick of English. But after the sly smiles at the cute second baseman, playful sprays of champagne into Skip's face, not too subtle tugging of his soaked jersey against his cut torso, and, finally,
the gentle grind of Puig's firm, swollen cock against Skip Schumaker's ass, the lean but tightly muscled Dodger got the picture. He turned, smiled mischievously, and gave his teammate a wink.
When Skip showed up at Yasiel's hotel room half an hour later, the rookie was expecting to guide Schumaker through the motions. Instead Skip grinned and without a word pinned his teammate against the wall and kissed the young outfielder hard. Puig breathed hard as Schumaker pressed against him: the hot Californian's dick was rock-hard in his blue Dodgers shorts, and Yas could feel Skip was fucking hungry for it. The rookie breathed out slowly; he had 4 or 5 inches and probably 50 pounds on his stud teammate, but right now he couldn't deny that what he wanted most was to get fucked by this little muscle stud.
Skip was happy to oblige. He tugged off his shorts, letting his own unbelievable 9-inch prick spring free and slap against his hard stomach, then spun Yas and wrapped his arms around the big rookie, grinding his dick insistently against Puig's ass. One hand was in Puig's sweats, groping the other Dodger's beautifully swollen cock; the other pressed palm-down against Puig's muscled stomach then rising up to squeeze the Cuban jock's bulging pec and pinch his nipple, shooting waves of pleasure over Puig's body and down the very tip of his
aching cock. Schumaker was totally fucking dominating him, and Yas was loving every second. Skip soon shoved down Puig's sweats and with no more than a whispered "Ready?" firmly but effortlessly drove his prick to the hilt in Yasiel Puig's ass. Schumaker fucked as hard as anything else, and it wasn't five minutes before Puig growled, grabbed his painfully hard cock, and came with a roar across the wall of the room. Skip's dick swelled harder as he felt his teammate's ass clench around him but kept at it, fucking Puig relentlessly for another five minutes before he finally drove deep one last time.
Half a minute later, the rookie turned. He felt as fucked-out as he ever had, and he was sure he looked the same way, Skip's come leaking from his ass, his entire upper body gleaming with sweat. He looked up at his teammate. "You fuck...good," Puig murmured.
Skip grinned wider. "You do speak English!" he said, slapping his teammate on the back. He paused, then looked back up with that same devious smile. "You wanna go again?"
Yas didn't quite catch that, but he only had to see Skip reach over and lube up his cock again before he got the gist. He shook his head, but then smiled and dropped his powerful frame on the bed, spreading his huge legs wide.
They should've seen he wouldn't let it stop there, but they were still surprised when the night after the Dodgers eliminated the Braves from the playoffs thanks in no small part to Puig's own late-inning heroics, his interpreter stopped by the management box. He simply held out a phone with a photo on it.
One of the owners looked down. "You gotta be fucking kidding me," he chuckled.
Later
that night the doorbell rang at Yasiel Puig's condo. He almost hadn't been expecting his request to be granted, but as he padded toward the door, Puig's unstoppable dick swelled instantly into his mesh Dodger shorts, and he knew he'd gotten his way.
The door swung open.
"Ey
yo, man." The two guys standing in the hall wore backward baseball caps
and matching track jackets and pants bearing the familiar tomahawk logo. One of them was powerfully built and bulky, the other tall and lean, but if you looked closely enough you could tell they were related.
"I don't know if they called--"
Puig lifted his hand, smiling. "Come in," he said, stepping aside. Justin Upton, the one who'd spoken, looked at his brother as if to say, we really doin' this? B.J. shrugged, nodded, and walked inside.
The Dodgers outfielder opened his arms in welcome, then made a motion like pouring. "Drink?"
"Yeah,
man," said Justin. "Beer?" He looked at B.J., who nodded. "Beer." Puig smiled and nodded once, then turned for the kitchen. He popped two light
beers -- fuck if he knew what American boys liked to drink but they seemed not to complain when he gave 'em this. He walked back into the open living area where he'd left them.
And stopped short. Both Uptons had lost their Braves track jackets and the t-shirts they'd had on underneath. B.J. stood behind his brother, his lips on Justin's muscular neck. One hand was at Justin's waist, curled around the hip, a few fingers tucked under the waist of Justin's track pants. The other had slipped lower and was slowly stroking Justin Upton's impressively hard cock, which was already tenting his younger brother's pants furiously. B.J. looked up first, then Justin. The two Braves had sex in their eyes.
"Hey, bro," Justin said, his voice low. He let his eyes drift closed as B.J.'s fingers brushed over his cockhead, then looked back up. "Heard you like to fuck."
Puig set the beers down, a broad smile spreading over his face.
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