Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2011 21:32:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Danny Gessner <jaxjags92@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jose and David

This story is about homosexual encounters between two fictional characters
based on actual atheletes. I do not know any of the atheletes or
organizations mentioned and these depictions do not represent them in any
way. If you're not old enough to read this, blah blah blah.

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Jose and David

The New York Mets had just finished winning the last game of a three game
series against the Atlanta Braves in order to pad their lead of the
division heading into September. They were sitting rather comfortably above
the other teams, but they were not on a particular streak, so the manager
Jerry Manuel had issued a warning to the team: Don't get lazy. September
was coming, and the Mets had been prone to late collapses in recent
history. He urged them to run out every hit, foul or fair, and to hustle to
every single play. If things worked right, and the bullpen held up, 2010
could finally be the Mets year.

Newly appointed team-captain David Wright was also preaching this message,
speaking from personal experience. He liked to use examples of how he was
the target of much criticism in the past years for his lack of late-inning
production and power, but now was leading the team in RBI's, Homer Run's,
and Slugging Percentage. He was happy the team had started to move forward,
but he kept diligently working out with his rigorous stretches following
the game.

Usually, after the game everyone went into the new clubhouse at Citi Field
and showered, changed, and left for whatever. But this year, David had
started to do some drills following the game, when the only people left
were sweeping aisles. It was any kind of drill really: fielding, hitting,
even baserunning. He was driven to outperform himself on the team. When the
sun set around 7:30, David decided to call it a night and headed to the
clubhouse, sweaty and exhausted.

He went into the clubhouse, waved to Jerry and Omar Minaya, who were
meeting in Jerry's office. "Probably discussing which minor-leaguers to
bring up next week," thought David, as he continued towards his locker on
the far side of the room.

"Hey Dave!" called Jerry, stepping out of his office. "Listen man, I gotta
head out of here soon. It's my oldest daughter's birthday tomorrow and me
and the wife are planning a small party. Tell you what, I'll leave the keys
on my desk and you can lock up when you guys are done here, ok?"

"Sure thing coach!" said David as he sat down on the bench, removing his
lucky chain he always wore. "Tell Natalie I said Happy Birthday"

"You got it, Cap" snickered Jerry as he left his office. Omar was quick to
follow.

So now David was alone in the locker room. "Good," he thought, "more time
to soak in the steamy hot shower."

David had been really frustrated since his girlfriend broke up with him
back in April. He didn't let is distract him because thankfully it avoided
the mainstream media, only a few blogging fans to rant about it. "What was
with her anyway," David thought as he undressed. "I mean she said I wasn't
there enough for her. I was on a freakin road trip out to San Francisco,
then Arizona and then LA!"

Before he knew it, David was sitting in only his favorite black ActiveMan
Jockstrap and dirty worn out cleats. He realized he would need to ask the
equipment manager for a new pair soon, but he wanted to wait till October
because these were lucky cleats and undies for the whole season. He took
off the cleats, sprayed them with something to keep away athlete's foot and
grabbed a towel for his shower. He looked around the semi-lit room, and
deciding no one was around took off the worn jockstrap right in the middle
of the room. From about 40 feet away he chucked the jock in a dirty laundry
bin with a load of other sweaty, reeking jockstraps. "How's that for
skills!" he thought as he reveled in his momentary basketball prowess. He
only enjoyed this until he missed with his socks and had to pick them
up. "Oh well, no real skills". He stood for a moment, enjoying the
liberating feeling of airing out his sweaty, muscular body in the center of
the room. After a few exciting seconds, he grabbed a team towel (stealing
it from Jason Bay's locker, since he was the new guy) and wrapped it
tightly around his bulky waist on his way to the showers.

When he got into the accommodating and large shower room, he was shocked to
see José Reyes standing under a shower head maybe ten feet away, steam
pouring out into the whole room. The athletic Dominican was bare naked and
facing the wall, appearing to be deep in concentration. After looking a bit
closer, David could swear that his eyes were close and Jose was actually
jerking off! David made his presence known with a little cough; Jose
quickly stopped and turned around, but could only flash his boyish smile.

"Caught red handed huh?" joked David

"Yeah, needed to let the monster out! It's been forever since I had some
relief man! HAHAHA!" laughed José.

"Well, that's fine but let's keep it decent here, huh?"

"Sure thing Papi"

David removed his towel, hanging it on a nearby hook to keep it dry, and
took the shower two over to the left from José's. David couldn't have been
completely sure, but he thought he noticed José sneak a peek at his
dick. David just turned on his shower and thought nothing of it.

David could have never let himself believe this, but he had always envied
José. His charisma and extroverted personality. His raw athletic speed and
killer ability to steal bases. His winning attitude and constant
smile. Plus his killer toned body. Wait...that sounded weird. Never mind,
he thought.

As they started scrubbing their ripped bodies, the two All-Stars made small
talk. David complimented Jose on his two steals and Jose retorting it was
nothing compared to David's hits that brought him in.

"Honestly papi, I don't know how you do it! I wish I could hit two home
runs just like that, but I see the ball, and put all the effort in, and it
still never leaves the yard."

"It's not that good, it was just because Lowe tried to hang a sinker way
too high up there, and I just got underneath it. Then old Billy tried to do
the same thing in the 9th, so I hit it hard again."

"Yeah papi, but when I hit the sinkers, I just naturally either miss them
or ground out. If I could actually hit for power like you, maybe Jerry
could've kept me in the 3-spot longer than he did."

"Hey man, don't worry about it." David said, trying to comfort his
self-loathing friend. "Last year, I had such a bitch of a time trying to
adjust to the ballpark and was swinging for the fences way too much. All I
got was a shitload of strikeouts, a disappointing average, and absolutely
garbage power numbers. Besides, the truth is, you're way to fast to keep
out of the leadoff spot. Plus, you lead the team in batting average!"

"HAHA! Thanks papi. You always know how to make me smile when I'm feeling
down." Jose put his hand on David's shoulder upon finishing this thank you,
but let it linger a bit longer than normal. David started to look at him
funny, so Jose quickly moved his hand away.

"No problem dude," David said a bit confused by Jose's sudden closeness. An
awkward silence followed, with only the patter of the steamy showers
running water to break the thick fog of tension

Jose spoke first. "Ok papi. I know this is gonna freak you're All American
Ass out, but Estoy tan jodido ahora córnea!

David only laughed, "Ahahaha. Nice dude. You know I took 4 years of Spanish
in high school! And you sound like a high school kid: I'm so fucking horny
right now!"

"I mean it man! I haven't had anything other than mi mano derecha since my
wife and I had that argument over those stupid girls in the hotel room. I
didn't even touch them, just let them jerk me off! That's not cheating
right?"

"Well, I don't know man. It's another woman touching your dick. It's
kinda...well somewhat sex."

"Man, I just need something to get off with..." As Jose said this he
subconsciously started to grab his dick and shake it around slightly. David
saw the long, dark, uncut snake start to grow and his face started turning
crimson red. He decided now was a good time to get going and turned off his
shower, grabbed a towel and headed off.

As David turned around, Jose nearly boned up completely seeing his perfect,
white ass. "Damn," he thought. "If I get any hornier I might wanna fuck
that hot ass. Wait...no! That's my captain and best friend! I can't do
that; I gotta get out of here." So Jose finished off his shower, deciding
not to jack off, and got out of the shower too.

Jose decided not to be modest and only walked around with his towel on his
head, leaving his sexy lower body exposed. Jose stood at 6' tall and
weighed a buff 200 pounds. He was ripped from major weight lifting and
running everywhere. Jose's chest was sculpted and hairless, leading down
his smooth pecs and abs until it hit his sexy little happy trail that led
to his pubes, which were trimmed to make it look neater. His long, brown,
uncut dick hung about 4 inches flaccid over his low-hanging balls. He was a
drop-dead gorgeous heartthrob and there were countless fans, male and
female, who could only dream of seeing his sexy, toned body.

"Yo dude," David called out from his locker. "Remember those fashion shoots
we did around Shea a few years ago? I still got that fucking headband,
ahahaha!"

Jose started laughing too as he reached his own locker, directly next to
David. "Oh my god yeah! I think I still have those tight ass jeans! I don't
think there was anything I've ever worn that hugged my ass that tight!"

"Wow. Only you man. Only you would want to overappreciate your narrow ass!"

"Narrow? Ay papi! Have you SEEN my ass? It's bootylicious!" Jose started
bouncing playfully backwards, trying to put his tight ass in David's face.

"Ugh, gross!" David said as he pushed the jokester away. "I do NOT need
that in my face!"

Jose could only laugh at David's grossed out expression. While he was
laughing, David quickly and subtly slipped on his favorite pair of crimson
Tommy Hilfiger boxer-briefs to better hide the excitement that Jose's
bouncing ass had given him.

When Jose looked back, he was disappointed he missed another chance to see
his captain's polla grueso y blanco. In order to get David to ease up a
bit, Jose played his iPod on the docking station that David had bought him
for his birthday this past June. He turned it to "Rompe" by Daddy Yankee,
which was a little old, but he knew David liked the song just as much as he
did. Jose's plan worked and soon they both were dancing close to each
other, Jose still bare naked and David in his boxer-briefs, both enjoying
the music. After checking out David's alluring package and tight rear a
couple times when the white boy was distracted, the song ended and Jose got
dressed in a hurry to get to walk out with the captain.

"So papi, what's your plan for tonight? Bar? Clubbing? Strippers?" Reyes
kept inquiring as he added a liberal dose of Axe spray deodorant.

David just rolled his amber eyes as he put on his own Old Spice roll-on and
replied, "C'mon man. You know I don't club or hit up strip joints...But a
bar does sound pretty tempting. I mean, we don't even have to be here till
2:00 tomorrow."

"Yeah papi, c'mon let's get a few beers and chill man! It's been forever!
Just you and me, ok?" Jose was really hoping that his desire to hang out
with his captain wasn't too obvious in his whining. The two finishing
changing and grabbing their team duffel bags headed out the door.

As he was locking up the locker room, David decided to have a little fun
with his favorite shortstop. "Alright, I'll head out. I know this great
little Irish place that Murph showed me by Pearl and Wall Street."

"Sounds awesome papi! I'll follow you there okay?"

"Alright, I mean, you know how *great* of a driver you are" teased David.

"Hey, I only got lost heading to Jankee Stadium twice, alright!"

The two headed to their own cars in the mostly deserted parking lot and
headed to the bar. Both had a feeling that tonight was going to be just
what they needed.


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Thank you for reading. There will/should be more to come. Feedback is
greatly appreciated, especially if it happens to be positive.

By: Kurt Davis, 2010