Date: Fri, 3 Aug 2018 18:28:12 -0500
From: Scott Coffin <scoffin.2814@gmail.com>
Subject: Boys of Summer 3 Gay male/celebrity

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Boys of Summer 3: Interfering with Bregman

Prologue:

Alex Bregman was still pissed, and showed no signs of shutting the hell up.

And it was definitely pissing off George Springer.  The center fielder had
managed to get the 3rd baseman out of and away from the ball park, noting
as he did the sympathetic looks sent his way from a few of their teammates.
He had hoped that a couple of beers might calm the kid down, but so far, no
luck.  He knew what needed to be done and took out his phone, while Alex
all but ignored him.

The text conversation was quick and concise, but would have been beyond
vague to anyone outside the Astros inner circle.

"U free"

"Y.  what up?"

"Bregman"

"Still?"

"Yep"

"Shit"

"Thought U could help."

"Sweet.  What about U?"

"Thought I'd hang too, if OK."

"Even Better."

Alex Bregman was still pissing about the 'fan interference call' as
Springer led him to his car, and on the entire drive that followed.  On
more than one occasion, the center fielder resolved to kick the kid out at
the next stop light, each time he reminded himself that relief was just a
few more blocks away.

It wasn't until the two were almost to the front door that Alex Bregman
became even remotely aware of his surroundings.  By the time Springer was
knocking, Bregman was almost curious enough to stop ranting about the
injustice of the call to ask his buddy what was going on.

But only almost.

Jose Altuve answered the door dressed in a pair of boxer briefs and flip
flops, smiling as Alex's ranting slowed.  Handing a beer to Springer, the
5'6" Venezuelan turned to Bregman with another.

"Dude, you can come in and you can have this...Definitely think you need
it...but you gotta drop it for a while, K?"

Part 1

Bregman was pretty sure that Altuve wasn't talking so much about the beer,
but he took it anyway.  Raking his eyes over the muscular flesh on display,
amazed as ever at the thick definition in the short man's athletic frame.
Springer nudged his shoulder from behind as he watched Altuve turn and head
back inside, his muscular ass flexing under the taut fabric of his shorts.

Half embarrassed to be caught licking his lower lip by George, whose only
reply was a leering smile and a wildly wagging eyebrow, Alex Bregman moved
into the house, following their host to his den.  The 3rd baseman took a
seat on the couch, and Altuve sat down right beside him, grinning happily,
as Springer flopped down into one of the big chairs beside them. Alex's
eyes were once again drawn to Jose's tightly muscled frame, and more
furtively to the packed crotch of the 2nd baseman's shorts.  Bregman was
licking along his lower lip again when his attention was drawn up to meet
Altuve's gaze.

"Listen, buddy.  We all know that a third of the umps out there never would
have made that call.  Another third would make it every fucking time.  And
the rest, well it would depend on whether they had heartburn, or got laid
last night, or were pissed at the thoughts your jock ass was distracting
them with."  The calmness with which he spoke helped calm his teammate.
"Thing is, man, we need you back out of that mindset, cause it doesn't do
any good.  Nothing is gonna change except that you start poisoning your
game, and then you start poisoning ours."

Alex sighed heavily, and let his head roll back onto the couch.  "I know,
man.  You're right.  Fuck!"  The 3rd baseman took several deep breaths,
feeling himself relax some, and came back up to take a gulp or two of his
beer.

Jose smiled back.

"Just relax, buddy..."  slipped almost like a whisper from the shorter
man's lips as he traced one agile hand lightly up Alex's thigh, slipping
his fingers under the waistband of the 3rd baseman's sweats, teasing at the
rapidly hardening cock as he began to pull them down, even as he wrapped
his fingers around the thick shaft.  Jose maintained eye contact with the
younger stud and licked his lips as he lowered his head toward the nearly
hard cock of his teammate, nuzzling his nose into the base and flicking his
tongue lightly at the kid's nuts.

Alex sucked in a sharp, short breath as Jose exhaled across his already
overheated crotch.  The 3rd baseman shivered at the sudden feeling of
another set of fingers along his arm, snapping his head up to see the
leering face of George Springer, now standing beside the couch, surprised
that the man was even here for a second before remembering.  A tremor
rocked his body, half from lust as Jose ran his tongue up and down the
length of his seven and a half inch cock, half from the anxiety of another
horned up stud being involved.  As willing as the 24 year old was to play
around with his teammates...had been since college...he had always been
careful to keep it one on one, not confident enough in his desires to let
go in any kind of a group type setting.  Even back in the early days his
only 3 ways had involved some random sorority girl and one of his
teammates, and even then they had always been careful to keep the guy on
guy contact minimal.  At least while she was still around.  Once they were
in his buddy's car heading home after the party, Alex's face would be
buried in the lap of his teammate, inhaling the aroma of fresh sex as he
vacuumed out another load, eager to slake his thirst.

He was pretty sure now, though, that there was going to be nothing even
remotely incidental about any of the contact for the next hour or so.

George Springer slid one big hand down along Alex Bregman's torso, gripping
the hem of the shirt easily, he began to pull it up as he watched Jose
Altruve, still teasing his tongue along Alex's cock and balls, pull the 24
year old's pants farther down. Alex sucked in a sharp breath as Jose's lips
closed over his cockhead, tongue dancing along the very tip, at the exact
same moment that George's rough thumb raked over his nipple as his shirt
was stripped off.  Altuve chuckled deeply around the cock in his mouth,
sinking lower still as Bregman whimpered slightly at the touch of the two
men.  Alex let his head fall back once again, reveling in the feel of
Jose's talented mouth enveloping his cock, fingers teasing at his balls and
taint as the shorter man's suctioning lips threatened to hose them right up
through his shaft.  Tingling at the long rough fingers of Springer pinching
teasingly at his nipples, tracing patterns across his pecs and abs, the
bigger man murmuring encouragement in his ear in hot waves of his breath.
The 3rd baseman was vaguely aware of his body being shifted slightly, of
lifting his hips to allow Jose to finish stripping off his pants and shoes,
of raising his back off the couch and lifting his arms as George finished
removing his shirt.

The heat of Altuve's cock, hard and drooling, weighed heavily against his
lower leg, the broad, blunt shaft leaving trails of pre cum in it's wake.
Another heat against his neck and shoulder was the first realization that
Springer had shifted his own stance.  All three Astros now naked, hard and
eager in their horniness as the slid together in Jose's dimly lit den.
Alex turned his head as best he could, just managing to touch his tongue to
the vein etched shaft of George's cock, the center fielder shifting his
position again, throwing one long leg over the back of the couch and half
turning to allow the 3rd baseman a better angle of attack.

Alex Bregman moaned as his tongue first swiped over the flaring crown of
George Springer's familiar cock.  Even as his lips closed over the head and
he began to inhale more and more of the 8 inch jock stalk, even as he
slipped into the familiar lust rising up inside him as he once again took
his buddy's proud cock into his hot, wet throat, he knew that this blow job
would not be enough for either of them tonight, he knew that tonight he was
not going to be able to deny George's request for a piece of ass.

He knew he didn't WANT to deny that to George.

The shivering pulse that realization sent to his jock hole coincided with
Jose dancing two fingers lightly across his ass lips, making the smaller
man chuckle around his cock at the sensation, making Alex quiver again,
sure that the 2nd baseman knew exactly what he was thinking.

For long, exquisitely pleasurable minutes, Alex rode the wave of these two
men, Jose's face buried deep in his sweaty crotch, lips and tongue dancing
along the entirety of his length, throat clutching impossibly tight around
the base, deep great gulps drawing his very soul out through his crown.
George sliding his massively thick cock into his mouth in slow and shallow
thrusts, teasing him by withholding the full length...the full glory...of
the cock he had grown to love servicing in their time as teammates.  The
slickness of his own freely oozing pre cum drawing moans of hunger from
deep within Jose, vibrating along his already overly sensitive flesh.  The
savory taste of George's drooling pre cum eliciting his own moans as he
sucked harder and harder, desperately in search for another pulse of the
jock god nectar.  Pressing his lower leg tighter against Altuve's own
leaking cock, getting off on feeling it pulse against his fuzzy shin,
smiling around the center fielder's cock as the 2nd baseman's slicked up
it's own path, feeling it drip and ooze down to his ankle.

When he started thrusting his hips upward against Jose's sucking, greedy
face, the shorter man's hands slipped under him, cupping his ass cheeks,
encouraging him to thrust deeper and harder.  At the feel of the big, rough
hand digging into his scalp from above, he shifted his own arm between
George's legs, sliding upward, feeling the weight and heat of the bigger
man's nuts in the crook of his elbow as he spread one palm over the
clenching buttocks of his face fucker, his fingers tracing over the surface
as the muscles contracted and released, glorying in the power of the face
fucking now nearly balls deep into his saliva flooded throat.

The sure, steady strokes of Springer's cock into his throat coupled with
the deeply sucking throat of Altuve drove the 24 year old to higher and
higher levels of fuck lust as the two 28 year old's played him like a
violin, his already overheated nuts pulling tighter against his body even
as Jose's balls rode hard along his shin while George's pressed hot and
hard against his chin.  The 3rd baseman began to moan louder and louder
around the throat raping cock stuffing his face, the two older men aware
that they needed to change things up sooner rather than later to back the
kid away from the edge of his rapidly approaching orgasm, Alex was only
aware of it's onward rush at the point where it was already nearly too
late.

George Springer drew his long, thick cock from Alex's mouth with a loud pop
as Jose Altuve pulled away and allowed the 3rd baseman's cock to slap
violently against his pelvis.  The second baseman wrapped thumb and
forefinger around the base of Alex's cock, choking it tightly in his grip,
moving his mouth upward before clamping his lips and teeth down hard on a
painfully erect nipple, while the center fielder lowered his own face and
claimed Alex's mouth with his own, tongue driving in hard and deep to
wrestle the younger man's into submission.

Not that Alex would have dreamed of fighting at this point.  A perverse
pulse of need and desire rose up in him as he sucked hard on the tongue in
his mouth, as eagerly as he had done with the cock that had been there just
seconds ago.  Altuve's quick move to the other nipple, followed immediately
by the sharp, fingernail digging pinch of fingers on the other sent a
convulsion rocketing through Alex's massively horned up jock body.

Both men pulled completely away from him simultaneously, leaving his chest
and mouth in search of their power for several trembling seconds before he
opened his eyes to the greeting of their leering, lust crazed faces.  Jose
leaned in close, nipping mischievously at Alex's lower lip before pulling
quickly away.

"Come on, papi...eat my ass!"

Part 2

Alex watched as the muscular little pocket jock spun himself around and
climbed onto the coffee table, spreading his muscular legs wide and
thrusting his rock hard bubble butt back for the 24 year old's eager
inspection.  The 3rd baseman drank in the horny sight of the lightly furred
crack, spread wide for his use, cast a quick glance up at his other
drooling teammate and slipped to the floor, resting his hands on either
side of Altuve's powerful 5'6" frame as his face was drawn forward like a
metal to a magnet.

Just as he was making his first long swipe along the wide open crack, his
legs were wrenched off the floor, threatening to pull him away as Springer
shifted over the couch, sitting down hard and pulling Bregman's 185 lb body
closer to him.  The center fielder shifted his grip quickly, managing to
both push the 3rd baseman's face harder against the 2nd baseman's muscle
hole, while bringing Alex's winking hole into range for his own searching
and eager tongue.  Springer held Bregman in a sure grip, teasing his buddy
with long slow licks over every inch of his ass except the one inch he
wanted to feel that tongue most of all.

Alex dug his own tongue into Jose's winking hole, savoring the sweaty musk
of the smaller man's ass, even as he tried desperately to line his own hole
up with George's talented taster.  He had all but given up making that much
needed contact when, tongue drilling deep into Altuve's tight jock hole,
his own was finally impaled by his buddy, Springer's deep dive inside him
sent a deep, whimpering moan out of his own mouth to echo against the
entrance to Jose's sexy latin booty, his lips sucking at the outer rim like
a nursing calf, even as he thrust his tongue in and out, encouraged equally
by the deep driving tongue in his own ass and the deep, almost
incomprehensible words of encouragement slipping from Jose's lips. The
smaller stud grinding his ass back against his face, even as Springer
pulled Alex's ass back tight against his own.

The feeling of weightlessness, arms barely supporting him on the coffee
table, legs lifted off the floor in Springer's sure grip sent waves of
dizziness ricocheting through Alex's entire being, closing his eyes he
almost felt as if he was floating in a dream.

An extremely horny and lustful dream as he continued to eagerly, greedily
tongue fuck the tight jock ass of Jose Altruve while reveling in the feel
of George Springer's scruffy chin rasping along his taint, tongue digging
deep inside him, stretching him...lubing him.  He felt the center fielder's
grip shift slightly, fingers moving across his groin, worming their way
under his achingly hard cock, prying it away from his body painfully, only
to let it just as suddenly slap back hard against his pelvis with a wet
thwack.  Repeating the motion over and over, each thwack further punctuated
by a sharp drive of the tongue through his sphincter, all the time Jose
using his muscular frame to grind himself back against Alex's face, fucking
himself on the 24 year old's tongue with a wantonness that drove the 3rd
baseman to dangerous levels of need.

Alex shifted his arms painfully, elbows nearly digging into the carved wood
of the table they rested on as he sought to grind himself back against
George's face harder, desperate for the talented tongue to dig deeper into
him, while still maintaining firm contact between his tongue and lips and
Jose's tight ass.  For a time his teammates allowed him to rock his
muscular body between them, devouring Altuve's tasty hole while offering
his one wide spread jock ass for Springer's unconditional use.  With a
final painful prying away of his achingly hard cock, a last sudden thwack
of it's drooling head against his sweat slick flesh, Bregman felt the
center fielder shift his grip precariously, fingers now digging bruisingly
into his glutes and prying the cheeks wider, opening his crack for deeper
and more profound explorations.  The 24 year old jock felt the hard
pressure of his buddy's nose against his tailbone as that long, perfect
tongue dug deeper still into him.

Jose pushed up hard, arching his strong back in a heaving motion that had
the lusty effect of pushing his ass harder back against Alex's face, the
new angle tightening the already clutching entrance to the point where the
3rd baseman's tongue was virtually ensnared inside the overheated muscle
hole of the 2nd baseman.  Bregman moaned; long, low and desperate, against
the oh so perfect assault as his teammate's seemed determined to swallow
him whole, one fore and one aft.  A fly on the wall would have seen the
long, viscous trail of cock snot hanging nearly to the floor from the tip
of Alex's cock, it would have also seen the second heavy stream flowing
down along it before the weight of it broke them off to pool on the floor
under him.  The 3rd baseman moaned louder still as rivulets of jock sweat
rolled down Altuve's straining, muscular back, tickling at his rimmer's
nose and lips before Bregman sucked the moisture into his devouring, needy
mouth.

All too soon, Jose pulled away, Alex desperately leaning forward to
reconnect with that perfect ass, wobbling precariously, George was barely
able to shift his grip in time to catch the 3rd baseman's powerful upper
body.  Palm splayed across Bregman's chest, Springer pulled his tongue out
of the winking hole it had been raping, lowering the 24 year old to kneel
on the floor as they watched Jose swing around on the table.  The center
fielder wedged his 6'3" 215 lb frame between the 3rd baseman's back and the
couch.  The second baseman locked his lips over Alex's, driving his tongue
into the still open and drooling mouth, tasting himself in his buddy's kiss
for a few perfect seconds before pulling abruptly away and leaning back.

"You better fuck me good, papi...I won't be happy if cum too soon!"

Alex watched lasciviously as Jose laid himself back, lifting and spreading
his muscular legs, opening his ass once again to the younger man's use.
From the corner of his vision, Springer's hand came into view, slick and
shiny with lube, then wrapping around his cock, stroking him slowly from
behind, his own cock resting tight against Alex's hip.  Bregman's leering
gaze followed Springer's hand as he was released, watched two long, rough
fingers slip into Jose's tight ass to further ease the impending entry, the
24 year old was struck dumb in his lust as George gripped his cock once
again, pushing from behind as he lined his buddy's cock up to Jose's
winking jock hole.

"Don't be lookin' at me, buddy!"  he growled, "If you're gonna' fuck Jose,
he deserves all of your attention."

In the time it took Alex to lock his gaze with Jose's, he felt the shift of
the muscles in his face shifting from a dumbfounded drooling leer to a jaw
clenched hard set look of angry, malevolent lust.  The brief flash of
anxiety that flickered over the 2nd baseman's handsome face only punctuated
the total shift.

Alex Bregman reared slightly up, slamming his hands hard onto the surface
of the table on either side of Jose Altuve's heaving, begging body.  He
drove his cock forward hard, impaling the shorter man completely with a
single pounding thrust, burying his full length into the man below him.

He would have liked to have said he held himself there, still and fully
seated, out of some sense of letting Jose get used to him, but in all
honesty, it was one hundred and fifty percent about choking back his own
orgasm as the 2nd baseman answered his invasion by clamping his ass down
tight around his cock, flexing his internal muscles , milking the cock
buried deep inside him.  Jose dug one heel sharply into his ribs, hooking
his other around to press painfully against the small of his back, the
shorter man's cock fiery hot and iron hard against his abs, no longer than
his own, but definitely thicker. Jose refused to let Alex break their eye
contact, only conceding some of his jock holes tight grip to allow his
fucker to pull slowly, carefully back out before dragging the stud cock
back inside him using his digging heels to spur Alex on.

George Springer hunched tighter against Alex Bregman's back, his 8 inch
cock riding along the sweat slicked ass crack of his long time suck buddy,
the man who was about to become his newest fuck buddy.  The center fielder
was actually torn between watching Alex ride Jose's miraculous ass to their
completion and fucking himself into the young buck without warning.  In the
end he chose the middle path, rising over Alex hunching, humping, hungry
body to nuzzle at the nape of his neck, reminding him that there was
another cock in play, and pressing his hand into the small of the kid's
back, slowing his wild thrusts into their teammate's eager hole, finally
nearly stilling the 3rd baseman where he rested fully buried into the
2nd. Smearing lube on his cock, knuckles dragging against Alex's winking
hole as he did, George nipped at his buddy's ear lobe.

"You gonna let me do this, right?  You're not gonna hold out on me again,
are you buddy?"

Alex could only shake his head slightly, eyes still locked with Jose's for
another second before his head rolled forward and he whispered his plea.

"Fuck me, Georgie.  Need it so fuckin' bad, buddy"

Springer's flaring cock head slipped through Bregman's sphincter before the
24 year old had even finished speaking, sinking slowly, surely inside him
to it's full 8 inch depth as he let slip a long low whimper.  The first few
strokes of the three-way fuck were well out of sync and almost painful for
all three of the studs before they began to slip instinctively into rhythm,
Jose's heels spurring Alex's deep fuckstrokes into his ass and back onto
George's cock, the center fielder meeting Alex in the middle as he
continued his own deep drives inward, only to rocket the 3rd baseman deep
into the ass of the 2nd .  Alex knew he would not last, knew that he would
for sure be pissing Altuve off by his inability to fight back against the
sensory overload of tight clutching muscle ass and the powerful drives of
the big cock rasping over his prostate in dizzying rhythm.  His mind raced
desperately, searching for any though that would delay the inevitability of
his orgasm until it came to rest, and refused to be budged from, the
deepest, darkest, most depraved of his twisted fuck dreams, and he knew he
was lost.

Rearing himself up, driving as deep as possible into Jose's tight ass, he
roared forth, not five minutes into the fuck he was breeding Altuve's ass
deep and full, spilling his copious seed into the still clutching ass, his
cum still oozing out of his cock as he shafted hard back against Springer,
knocking the man off his beat, disengaging his ass from the iron hard cock
and scrambling off of and temporarily away from Altuve.

Without a moments hesitation, or even thought, he dug his hand into the
lube and smeared it over the thrillingly hard thickness of Jose's cock as
he scrambled up onto the table, pointing the fat uncut shaft skyward, only
to catch it's tip with his ass lips and sinking fully down on it, sucking
in a long, whimpering gulp of air as he did.  Allowing himself a half
second of rest he pushed hard against his teammate's pecs, raising himself
nearly off the massively thick shaft before letting himself fall back hard
onto it's full length.  He let his body come to a full stop on the seventh
deep impalement, eyes locked with Jose's as he leaned forward over the
smaller man before tearing his gaze away to look over his shoulder at his
other teammate.

"Please?"

George Springer's jaw dropped in realization.

"You sure, Alex?"

The question came from Jose, and while the response was directed to both
men he kept his eyes locked with the center fielder's Not trusting his
voice, Alex Bregman simply nodded and then shivered almost violently as he
saw the shift of muscle in his buddy's face, saw George rise up and over
him, his 6'3" frame taut with lustful determination.  Alex turned his gaze
away, catching Jose's briefly before letting his eyes flutter closed, his
head droop forward, as he felt the new contact of the center fielder's cock
at the edge of his already wide stretched ass.

The smaller man's hands dug hard into his hips, holding Alex tighter
against his body.  The action brought a queer thought to the fore of the
3rd baseman's fevered brain, a sudden knowledge that his cock was still
rock hard trapped as it was between his and Jose's heaving, sweaty,
muscular bodies.  One of Springer's big hands clamped onto his shoulder,
holding him tight, keeping him from trying to move away, as the other hand
aimed his hard cock, pressing, pushing it hard alongside the shaft already
buried deep inside him.  The sudden realization of what he had begged these
men to do to him should have scared him, should have made him fight to tear
himself away.

Alex fought to push himself back against the second cock, sucking air
through clenched teeth as it began to stretch him wider, forcing it's way
slowly but surely along the length of Jose's throbbing thickness.  The
memory of that one night, of his best buddy back at school finding the
dildo under his bed, still slick with lube, the teasing as his buddy
slipped it back inside Alex's greasy hole and then slid his own cock
roughly in alongside it.  Since that day Alex had craved just this moment,
every time he and his buddy had repeated that little game, he had longed
for the day (and feared it) that he would fully, really and finally feel
two cocks in his greedy snatch at the same time.  Would feel two men
rutting deep and hard into him.  Would feel two men spilling their jock
loads up his ruined hole, salving it with their seed.

His buddy had only had a respectable but somewhat slender seven incher.

The dildo had only been about six and a half.

Even as Alex was afraid of the combined girth and length of his teammates,
his muscles voluntarily relaxed, letting the fullness of both big jock
shafts to sink deep inside him.  His sphincter quivered around the two
cocks as a massive pulse of pre cum oozed from his own, the two men inside
him gasped at the hot pressure of their cocks against the other, at the
deep, clutching heat of Alex's reflexively milking hole.

The reality of it was mind bending, two huge, hard jock shafts pummeling
his hole in sweet union, Jose Altuve's from below, George Springer's from
above and behind.  Two men working in fuck drunk harmony as one cock drove
into Alex Bregman's jock hole while the other pulled back and out.  The 3rd
baseman painfully hard and leaking, cock trapped between his and Jose's
clenched abs, his balls nearly crushed between their grinding rutting
pelvises.  The 24 year old was reduced to his basest self, whimpering,
moaning, cursing as the combined length and width of the cocks tore him
wide and deep, opening him finally to the most extreme pleasure he had ever
felt, had always desired.  Strong hands dug bruisingly into his flesh as
his own arms strained to hold himself somewhat upright, a task made harder
by the rocking thrusts upward from Jose and the heavy, rutting weight of
George's 215 lb body pressing against his sweaty back, the center fielder
now basically chewing at his shoulder.

Still Alex continued to grind back against them, against their cocks as
best they could, half angry with himself for not having let this happen
before, half ecstatic at the fact that when he finally had, it was with
these to powerful jock gods.

"OHHHHHHHHH...Fuck me!  Fuck that hole, guys...PLEASE!  Fuck my fucking
jock CUNT!"

The whimpering, debased pleas spurred both tops to greater action, to
further depths, to more powerful thrusts, digging hard and heavy into the
slutty jock bitch so freely, so eagerly offering his butch body for their
use.  Subjugating himself for their needs, their desires.

Alex felt the cocks inside him swelling further still, felt his own balls
clenching up once again, painfully constricted between rutting jock bodies,
desperate to fire off another load as these two men continued to use him,
his pleas of 'more' and 'oh god' and 'fuck me harder' and 'breed my cunt'
and 'flood my fucking hole' becoming at once more insistent and more ragged
as he crested the wave along with his two jock ass fuckers.

His breath was choked off suddenly and violently as his balls clenched up
like they were being crushed in a vice, just before the first blast of his
second orgasm of the last half hour began it's journey out of his slit, he
felt a painful grind of cock inside him, followed quickly by an obscene,
almost impossible swelling of the deeply fucking cocks.

Jose basted off inside him first, massive great shots of Venezuelan baby
makers flooding into his ruined jock cunt in huge bursts, the swell of his
already massively thick cock against Springer's set the center fielder off
in turn, the blasts from each man seeming to meld into a deep and constant
flood, as if a fire hose had been opened up inside him.  All the while his
own cum poured between his and Jose's bodies, smearing hotly, slickly
between their clenching abs.

All three Astros were gasping, sucking air in a desperate bid to stay
conscious though the crest of their fuck, hearts racing, minds fuzzy with
lust addled floods of endorphins.  George's arms tight around Alex's
heaving chest, Jose's teeth clamped painfully around an erect nipple,
digging sharply against the nub as the three men slowly came down.

Springer's grip loosening with each deeper slower breath, Jose's sharp
bites slackening off to gentle kisses and teasing nips at the same time.
The center fielder drug his fingers through the massive smear of cum that
had washed over Jose's chest, bringing the sticky fingers up to Alex's
lips, the stud 3rd baseman licking his own cum off of them, feeding on his
own seed in sated depravity as the second baseman's fingers brought their
own offering up to the puffy, swollen lips, Bregman fed and fed on his own
load, offered to him by his teammates in turn as the two stud's cocks
slowly softened and shrunk inside him, slipping free only after several
long minutes, dragging with them a belching ooze of fresh jock cum.

Alex and George slowly slipped forward over Jose, relaxing together, sated
for the moment, in a sweaty, cum streaked pile.