Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 14:21:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: k d <dk2891@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rodriguez and Zito part 1

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

Thanks for reading!  There, my baseball frustrations
are out, tell me what you all think!  :-)

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