Disclaimer: The following story does not represent the true sexuality of any player presented within. Barry Zito and Alex Rodriguez are free to pursue whatever life they wish, and I am by no means suggesting that they are homosexual.
Hey everyone! Well, the baseball season may end early, the All-Star game sucked, and my favorite team (the Rangers) are in dead last again. So, this is my weak attempt to cheer myself up about baseball :-) I hope you guys enjoy the story! Feel free to send me any comments or criticisms, I'll read them all.
By the way, if you're interested, check out my other story, "Grayson High", in the high school section of the archive.
All-Stars
Barry Zito liked to be alone, especially after important games. Not all-night of course, he'd usually go out with some of the A's after they'd win a big game, or even lose a big game. But, right after the game he enjoyed the silence of being by himself. Following the long running All-Star game he did the same as he did in the A's clubhouse. Barry would lounge around until everybody was gone from the locker room before finally undressing and unwinding in a long hot shower.
Major League pitchers were accused of thinking too much on more than one occasion, and this quirky lefty was no different. After every game he would analyze and reanalyze the pitches he'd made, their success, his mistakes and whatever else that would go through his mind. That's why he liked to be alone to unwind. But, tonight was different. He hadn't started. He hadn't dominated the opposing team for seven or eight innings. Hell, he'd even be happier with a horrific one-inning outing. At least then he'd have something to show for the game. But instead, he flew to Milwaukee for the "prestigious" All-Star game to do what? Pitch to one lousy batter. Yep, that's right, one third of an inning. Barry Zito was pissed off.
He understood the idea behind it that everybody should get a chance to pitch and play. But, that didn't make him any less upset that he was the one that had gotten screwed for it. He sighed lightly and let the hot water cascade down his body. He just needed to relax and he'd be fine in no time.
Then he heard the locker room door open up. "Fuck", he muttered. He had thought that everybody had already left. His back was to the door, so he couldn't tell who it was. He glanced over his left shoulder through the open stall door. He silently cursed himself for not closing the door on the shower stall, not that it mattered anyway, in the older Oakland ball park where he was used to there weren't any doors on the stalls. Texas shortstop, and All-Star starter, Alex Rodriguez sauntered into view, still wearing his uniform.
He smiled at Barry, "Oh, hey man. I didn't realize anybody was still around this late". His eyes trailed down his body. Being in the same division, Alex knew Barry from playing against him. But, he'd never seen him like this. The pale 24 year old pitcher was gorgeous. He had a pretty nicely defined body to go along with his stunning face. Barry usually sported a shaggy hair cut that hung at the back of his neck. Currently he had blonde streaks running through his dark hair but he had even experimented with blue a while back. Alex was rather excited to see the pitcher like this, but Barry didn't seem to be in a grand mood.
Barry turned back towards the wall and started washing himself again. "Yeah, me neither", he muttered.
Alex failed to get the hint though and kept speaking, "Those reporters go on an on, about this and that". He mocked, "Is there going to be a strike? Why did the game end? Well, I'm sure you get the picture".
Barry made a face, but didn't say anything. He heard "A-Rod" shuffle off after a moment, maybe he finally took the hint. It didn't matter now though, he might as well dry off and head back to the hotel. His concentration had been shattered. He shut the water off and marched over to his temporary locker. He grabbed his towel and started drying off. As he started drying the dark mop of hair on his head, he glanced over to Rodriguez. He was quietly getting undressed to take a quick shower. Barry stopped drying off for a moment and watched him getting undressed; he felt his sour mood begin to drain away.
Alex already had his jersey off, and quickly yanked the undershirt up over his head. His strong back muscles flexed as his arms lifted up to pull the shirt free. Barry's eyes raked over the smooth, dark skin of Alex's bare back as he stretched and moved around a little bit. He undid his belt next, and then slid down the tight baseball leggings they all wore. This left him in nothing but his jock... Barry had long forgotten about his selfish complaints about the All-Star game as he watched this stud undress. Barry had known that he was gay for a long time, but tried not to focus on it, he never wanted it to interfere with baseball. However, Alex Rodriguez was probably the hottest guy in baseball. He was 27 and stood at about 6'3''. He was born in the U.S., but his dark skin and name belied his Latin heritage. As most players do, he worked out constantly, and his body showed it. Consequently, baseball was the furthest thing from Barry's mind right now, as his flaccid cock began to swell and rise to its full seven inches.
Alex finished undressing my dropping his jock and turning to head into the showers. Barry quickly turned and resumed drying himself off so that he wouldn't notice him staring or his rising dick. He stood there in silence for a moment, before he heard Alex utter a quiet groan from the shower stall. Zito turned to see Alex massaging his right shoulder under the steamy water.
"Did you hurt yourself out there?" the young lefthander questioned.
Alex's eyes shot open, not realizing that he was being watched, "I'm not sure, actually. I didn't do anything that made me think I did, but it's a little sore." He paused as Barry nodded and turned back to get dressed. "Did Joe tell you why you only got a third of an inning? That seemed a little odd."
Barry shrugged and laughed, "To be honest, I was too pissed to talk to him about it."
Alex laughed too, "I think you were pissed off at everybody".
He let his guard down for a moment as he turned back to look at him, exposing his fully hard cock to Rodriguez, "Yeah, I'm sorry about how I acted earlier.
It wasn't anything personal."
Alex smiled broadly as he glanced down below Barry's waist, "I guess not..."
Barry caught his look and then realized what he was looking at. He spun back around at his locker and muttered, "Oh, fuck. I'm sorry dude." He had really screwed himself this time.
Alex stepped out of the shower, still dripping, "Don't worry about it. It's flattering."
The younger man turned as Alex stepped over to him. Barry looked at him breathlessly, "You don't mind then?"
Alex moved in a little closer and dropped his eyes to Barry's erection, and whispered, "Not a bit."
Alex moved in and kissed Barry fully on the mouth, slipping his tongue into his waiting mouth. Barry wrapped his arms around his All-Star teammate's strong back and returned the kiss with force. Their tongues twirled and danced around each other, with Alex finally pulling back a bit and dropping to Zito's neck. Barry threw his head back and groaned at the sensation, as Alex licked across his Adam's apple and began to suck on his neck.
He pulled back again and looked at Barry, "I've always thought you were the most beautiful man in the game". He kissed him again, more forcefully and sat him down in a chair near his locker. He crawled over his hairless chest and finally sucked one of his nipples into his mouth. Alex sucked lightly on it, focusing his attention on swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip of the nipple.
Barry groaned in pleasure, "Don't stop Alex, please...", trailing off as Alex let his hand slip around his hard cock, stroking it as he continued to suck on his pink nipple. After several minutes of that action, he traveled his defined torso. Alex licked across his hard stomach. The young pitcher didn't have a six-pack, but he was certainly fit. Alex inhaled deeply, Barry smelled faintly of soap and cologne.
As he followed the dark trail of hair from Barry's navel to his thick patch of pubic hair, he looked up into his eyes for permission. Barry nodded quickly, "Please, suck it... I need you right now."
Alex smiled and began to lick the head of Barry's hard prick. He carefully licked the sweet precum that was leaking from his insistent stroking. Barry moaned again, and laid his left hand on Alex's head, urging him down. But, he ignored the urging and instead nibbled down the side of his dick, finally settling on one of his hairy balls. Alex took one into his mouth, and then the other, bathing them in his saliva and making his partner squirm with pleasure. He pulled the left one back into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. He sucked lightly on the sensitive organ, and made eye contact with Barry again. Barry grinned down at him, before crunching his eyes shut again as Alex increased the suction slightly.
He finally decided that he had abused the poor boy enough and returned to the leaking head. He slipped the plump cock head into his mouth, nursing and sucking to encourage the flow of the precum. Barry groaned, "Jesus, just suck it, please! I'm dying here!" It wasn't an annoyed or frustrated exclamation, as Barry followed it with a quiet giggle.
Alex knew he was a good tease. But, he continued to move on. He slowly sucked the pitcher's length deeper into his mouth, vacuuming him hard as he went. Zito writhed beneath him as the still dripping shortstop began his slow ascent up the pole again.
Alex performed the excruciatingly blissful task several times before finally speeding up to bring Barry off. He sucked hard and slid up and down his shaft quickly. He tightened the ring of his lips and began to massage Barry's slick nuts with his free hand, while the other was busy flogging his own dripping cock. Barry spat out excitedly, "I'm about to cum! Take it all, swallow it, please!"
He had every intention of doing so. He loved to drink his lovers' cum while he was deep throating them, so he buried his nose into Barry's pubes and continued to suck for all that he was worth. Alex's massaging hand felt his balls tighten up and pull into his body, as Barry's abused dick began to spew his warm seed deep into Alex's throat. He pulled off of it after taking most of his prize, though some of it had dripped out into Barry's hair.
Alex leaned over him and kissed him deeply. They shared the taste of Barry's cum as their tongues swirled amongst each other. Barry pulled back, still breathing heavily, "That was fucking amazing! I want you inside me, I need your hard cock". Alex was shocked at his lusty plea, but the young man certainly sounded in need and he didn't want to leave him without what he wanted... Alex grinned at his own corny thought process.
The two men stood up and found a low bench that Barry quickly laid down on. The bench was padded, which was perfect; Barry had tried fucking on slick benches before... it just didn't work. "You don't need to lube me up, your dick is plenty wet..."
Alex glanced down, he was right. His seven and half inch dick was literally dripping precum at this point, he didn't know how long he would last inside Barry's ass. He lifted his legs up on his shoulders and softly pressed the slick head of his cock into his ass. Barry winced momentarily but encouraged him to keep coming. So, Alex pushed in and out a few times slowly to loosen him up.
Rodriguez squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, "God Barry, you're so tight."
Barry smiled back at him, "I'm ready, let's go."
Alex drove into him quickly and eagerly, plunging his slick cock all the way in. He pulled out, almost entirely, and then slammed back home again. Pretty soon they were in a rhythm, with Barry slamming back into Alex's body every time he drove into him. Barry's beautiful features winced in pleasure every time his partner struck his prostate, "Fuck me hard! Please!" He groaned out encouragements as they continued to pound together in unison.
Droplets of sweat began to form on Alex, beading up on his smooth, dark chest. Barry watched in ecstasy as every one of his chest muscles flexed as he continued to fuck him deeply and powerfully. Alex's slick cock pistoned in and out of the young Oakland pitcher. Alex glanced down to see that Barry's thick cock was already hard again, so he wrapped his right hand around it and jacked it in unison with their thrusting.
"Fuck Barry... ugh... I don't think I can last much longer", Alex yelped out between thrusts. Barry just groaned in response, his eyes open, watching the muscular Ranger fuck him.
His heavy balls slapped against Barry's ass every time he drove in. He quickened his pace as the sweat began to pour off of him. Barry yelped out briefly, and Alex felt his prick pulse in his hand as several spurts of white semen leapt onto his pale chest. As he ejaculated, his ass muscles clamped down on Alex inside of him.
"Oh shit Barry! I'm coming!"
"Give it to me", Barry cooed as he continued to slam his ass back against Alex in response to his thrusts.
Alex slammed into him one last time, and then succumbed to the pleasure radiating out from his pulsing dick, which emptied its load deep inside Barry in several large spurts. After a few moments, Alex withdrew his softened dick from Barry's ass.
Barry panted and his chest heaved, "Damn, I'm glad you came in here. I couldn't give a rat's ass about the game at this point".
Alex smiled, his short hair plastered to his forehead from the workout, "Glad I could help... Do you want to come back with me to the hotel?"
Barry's eyes twinkled, "Hell yeah, I think I'm going to spend time with you whenever I get the chance!"
Alex laughed, "I guess that's a compliment".
The two men smiled at each other and lay for a few more minutes, recovering. They both had to take another shower, but were much happier after they left, hand in hand.
The End
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