Team Players

Chapter1: The Interview

The man was bored with life; work, home and family were an endless repetition. His wife decided that she had had enough of him moping about the house and suggested that he find a hobby.

Browsing through the paper that weekend he saw an advert for team try-outs at the local baseball club. He decided then and there that this might be what he is looking for. A bit of man on man contest to fill his leisure time.

Feeling nervous he stands in the line of hopefuls to fill the last position on the team. He reflects that his talents do not lie on the field of play and after striking out three times in a row his eye for the ball was lacking.

The coach bellows the last name of the successful player and all the losers groan and slowly make their way to the car park. The man is doing the same when the captain whispers his name to stay behind for a minute. His attention is captured with the promise of an interview with the coach for a unique position on the team.

The man looks around to see the captain and the coach leering suspiciously at each other, shrugs his shoulders and makes his way toward the two men.

The coach beckons him toward the office and bellows to the rest of the team to “Hit the showers”.

In the office the man notices that there is a direct line of sight to the change rooms where the boys are all welcoming the new team mates with raucous laughter and a few not too gentle slaps of congratulations. Bodies of all sizes are stripped bare of uniforms and proudly display themselves unaware or uncaring that the man is watching.

The coach explains that there is a need for a “Moral Officer”, which could get the players minds on the game and off their dicks. The man is confused and dizzied a bit by the course of the conversation and surly thinks that he had misheard. He steals another glance into the locker room and sees that most of the players are undressed and sporting half hard ons as they swagger around the locker room.

Adding to the man’s confusion the coach continues this strange dialogue with the fact that there is always one player that is exhausted by the attention of the others and therefore is useless on the field. As if to confirm this on queue the coach looks toward the locker room, where the man sees the newest player drop to his knees an take the captains dick into his mouth.

The man stares in amazement as the captain grunts and face fucks the newest member; all around him the team laugh and quickly form a queue behind the captain according to position; Catcher, 1st base, 2nd base etc.

The captain, an impressing 6”2’ blonde, sports a shiny cut cock that that gleams with saliva; moves aside for the catcher to position himself in front of the new guy. The captain moves behind his newest piece of man flesh and gently prises the twin globes to reveal his intention.

He groans as the big dick slides into his hole and renews his efforts on the catcher; who’s stocky frame a hairy chest is dwarfed by the enormous 9” between his legs. The man is looking on with lust in his eyes as the captain launches his dick deep inside the new man’s arse and after a few powerful thrusts roars his climax loud enough to rattle the windows in the office. A smile on his face; he retracts out of the hole with a small plop and strolls off to wash off under a hot shower. The catcher immediately takes his place thrusting quickly as the 1st baseman threads his thin, long dick into the new guy’s mouth and deep down his throat.

The man watches in amazement as the entire team is serviced by the new boy and after the last interchange man has been satisfied notices that he is tired but happy. Glancing back at the coach the man now understands what exactly is expected of him as “Moral Officer” and wonders if he is up to the task; his dick tells him he is.

The coach sees the mix of curiosity and lust in the man’s eyes and slowly rises from the desk to show the erection that has been denied satisfaction because of the interview for this valuable position; for , by right, he should have been at the front of the queue as was his place.

The man falls to his knees wanting only to service this powerful man and to do it well enough to be accepted for the position. The coach stoops down to kiss the man deeply thrusting his tongue into his mouth and exploring everywhere. The man goes weak as the strong kiss over whelms his senses; the slight scrape of stubble, the strong lips and probing tongue do more for the man than the soft caressing kisses from women.

With a will of their own his hands explore the uniform clad body of the coach and seek out all the muscled strength within. Tracing patterns over tendon and sinew; exploring thighs and buttocks, the coach gently directs the man’s efforts to the straining cock trapped in the fabric.

The man feels the heat emanating from the coach’s crotch and as if by magic the material parts and the man is holding onto an impressive shaft, which twitches in his grasp. Releasing the kiss the man plunges forward head first to take the huge piece of meat into his mouth; the taste is not unpleasant. The salty tang of pre-cum mixed with sweat is a delicious blend. The coach leans back to allow the man mobility and accessibility.

Groaning appreciably the coach places his hands on the man’s head, guiding him to the rhythm as old as time. The man revels in the feeling of a willing dick in his mouth and wonders if this could get any better. His thoughts are distracted as he feels hands cupping his arse and fondling around, releasing his pants. The man cannot see who is behind him but does not resist to the kneading fingers releasing him from his clothes.

The hands on his head release their grip and the man feels himself being lifted onto the desk. He sees the second man and recognises him as the assistant coach, before his eyes are drawn to the tented jockstrap waiting to be released. The man is arranged quickly on the desk so that his head is over one edge and his legs the other.
Upside down he sees the assistant coach shed his underwear and push his cock toward him; he willingly opens his mouth and a gentle sigh can be heard as his talented mouth starts doing it’s magic. The coach is not idle; he has squatted on the other side of the desk and is gently pushing the man’s legs apart and with the same strong kiss the man feels his arse hole willingly open. The powerful thrusts down his throat can not mask the feelings between his legs, the coach’s tongue deep inside him and he starts aching for the huge cock to invade his hole as it had his mouth only a few minutes before.

The coach, sensing the man’s impatience reaches behind him, grasping a novelty bat the players sign for their fans, and pushes it firmly up the man’s arse. His cock twitches as the bat impales him and the coach grabs it and swiftly proceeds to suck it into his hot, wet mouth.

The sensation of a full mouth, a full arse and the vacuum around his cock is too much for the man, who, lets out a roar and fills the coach’s mouth with cum.

Smiling with satisfaction the coach licks his lips to get the last of the cum and removes the novelty bat from the man’s arse hole quickly replacing it with his own stiff bat. He thrusts forward with every ounce of energy and proceeds to fuck the man hard. The assistant coach moans with pleasure as the coach’s efforts are thrusting his cock deeper down the willing throat.

A voice is heard and the man can see the captain in the doorway waving his goodbyes; without a second glance at the action he moves toward the exit as though his coach was merely catching up on paperwork, not fucking the new recruit hard enough to make his eye’s bulge. The coach responds in grunts as one by one the entire team walks by the office toward the car park.

Coach is feeling the familiar build up of pressure in his groin and with an almighty thrust plunges his seed deep inside the man’s well fucked hole. The assistant is spurred on by the release and is tipped over the edge to spray cum over the man’s mouth, neck and chest. He quickly dresses and waves his goodbyes as he leaves the office.

The man is covered in cum and his arse is dripping over the desk; he has never felt so wonderfully used in his life.

Chapter 2: Home & Discovery

Calling out his success of the try outs to his wife, he finds her in the kitchen and notices that the kids are in bed. He kisses her deeply and she is slightly startled and aroused by her husband’s attentions. Quickly succumbs to his lust.

Pushing her skirt high around her hips he feels for her moist cunt and realises that she is almost ready for him. Suckling her hard nipples he thrusts deep inside her; but not with his cock, but rather a novelty bat he had brought home with him for this purpose. She feels the smooth rigid tool inside her and groans at this unexpected pleasure. He moves the make shift dildo in and out as she gasps and moans beside him. His clothes drop to the floor as she takes over the manual work; bringing herself to a shuddering climax.

Removing the bat from her sticky hole she grabs her husbands’ hard dick and guides it inside her. She reaches around to massage his firm arse cheeks to plunge him harder and deeper inside her. Her finger slide in and find his tight butt hole and is amazed to discover it sticky and loose.

She grabs the still moist bat and with one smooth thrust pushes it deep into her husband, so far that for every thrust back the bat impales him deeper and deeper until only a small amount of the handle is sticking out.

Screaming with lust; he is pleased that his wife has touched a part of him he has only recently discovered and grinds to a climax that neither had experienced before.

Weeks go by as the couple explore a new height of passion, the man enjoys being part of the team but is always vague to his wife on the exact position he plays. She decides to surprise her husband by attending a game and heads off that Saturday to the playing field.

She finds the game boring but the natural physique of the players keeps her interested in the obscure calls and signs. The captain is a very handsome man and she feels a little guilty when she finds herself idly thinking what the 3 of them could do together. Scanning the field and the dug-out there is no sign of her husband, so she picks up her bag and goes to look in the locker room for him.

She wrinkles her nose at the smells that permeate all rooms where men gather covered in sweat. In the half light she notices two men wrestling over a third person and jumps back into a corner to watch what is happening.