Curve Ball

By J J

Published on Dec 28, 2005

Gay

Please remember that these stories are entirely fictional and in no ways implies anything about the characters portrayed.

After the romp in Arizona, the Astros returned home for a little while. They had won both of their games against the Diamondbacks and had a happy trip home. But during this time, Koby and a few of his friends went on vacation to Mexico to celebrate his being drafted. This left Roger to fend for himself sex-wise.

Roger was anything but left alone though. He had many men he could call if he needed a fix, but as it would happen someone called him.

Roger was at the set of a commercial he was filming along with Fox NFL personality Howie Long. They were doing a commercial for Chevy trucks together. Roger received the call on his cell phone just after the filming had broken for lunch.

"Hello?" asked Roger as he picked up his ringing phone.

"Is this Roger? Roger Clemens?" the man on the other line asked.

"This is, who's calling?" Roger asked.

"I don't know if you remember me, my name is Officer Cleary. I was one of the policemen who stopped you, your son, and Andy Pettitte last week. We uhh, had some fun afterwards." Officer Cleary stumbled.

"How could I forget you? Whats up?"

"Some of the guys at the station didn't believe us, calling us fags and shit. You told us to call you if people didn't believe us. Do you think you could come down here later today?" Cleary responded.

"I'm shooting a commercial right now, but we just broke for lunch so I can probably make it there in a few minutes if you want. I can bring someone else if want to." Replied Roger.

"Can you bring Pettitte?"

"Sorry man, he's not around right now, but I'm doing the commercial with Howie Long. You know the guy who does the NFL for Fox."

"That would be amazing."

"We'll be there in fifteen minutes."

Roger hung up the phone and went to find Howie before he went somewhere else for lunch. He jogged briskly around the set looking for the former NFL star. Finally he found Howie about to get into his truck to head to lunch, luckily he was alone. Roger approached him, and he rolled down his window.

"Whats up?" asked Howie

"Wanna go to lunch together. Some guys just called me to meet them for some fun, they said they wanted you to come along if you're down for that." Asked Roger coyly.

"If you're talkin about a romp then I'm definitely down with that." Howie responded.

"Great, I told them we'd be there in a few minutes. We're just headed down to the police station." Said Roger.

"Cops! Great. I haven't gotten laid by a man in months, I remember how it was on road trips... those were the days."

"Yes they are, but don't worry these guys aren't any pussies, they'll fuck the shit out of you. They already did it to me once." Added Roger.

"Good, I didn't know you were down for this kind of stuff." Said Howie.

"I didn't know you were, this is great you always were one of the main reasons I watched the NFL anyway."

"What are you talkin about? I used to throw wood just watching you pitch!"

"I guess this means we'll have to have our own workout after we finish shooting."

"I guess so."

The two continued to make conversation all the way to the police station. It was amazing since the two men had never actually met each other before this day. It just goes to show you never can really tell things about people. The two athletes genuinely hit it off in the car ride over, talking about their families, careers, and such.

By the time they got to the station they were laughing and joking with each other as if they had known each other for years, this was the beginning to a great friendship. Within a few minutes of leaving the set, Roger and Howie pulled into the parking lot of the police station. They got out of Howie's car and walked up the steps to the station.

There was an air of anticipation as the two opened the front door to the station. The lobby of the station was very barren, just a desk and few cushioned chairs for people to sit and wait in. There were some anti-crime posters, but they were very old. The whole station was old; this was not the main police station of the town.

Roger walked right up to the receptionist at the desk to find out where to go. Howie hung around the chairs, leafing through some magazines.

"May I help you sir?" the lady asked.

"Yes, I'm here for an appointment an Officer Cleary. Do you know where I can meet him?" Roger asked.

"Oh, yes he told me he was expecting someone. I'll buzz him; we can't let anyone go back without supervision. He'll be here in a few minutes." The lady responded.

"Thank you."

Roger went over to Howie, the two sat down and immediately picked up the conversation they were having earlier. It was as if they had been best buds for years. Howie showed Roger a copy of Sports Illustrated, which had a picture of him on one of the pages about the MLB.

They laughed at the expression of his face, since the picture was an in-motion shot of Roger pitching. Roger joked that they'd have to find a copy of the magazine from a decade ago to find any pictures of Howie playing football. This got both of them laughing. Suddenly a door opened on the other side of the receptionist's desk from them. It was Officer Cleary.

"Thank you so much for coming. You don't have any idea what its like." He said as he approached the two of them.

"No problem, thanks for calling." Replied Roger.

Roger stood up and shook hands with Officer Cleary. Cleary just then noticed Howie sitting in the seat next to the one Roger had just vacated. Howie then stood up and reached his hand out to shake that of Officer Cleary's.

"Howie Long, nice to meet you."

"Officer William Cleary, nice to meet you." Cleary then took Howie's hand shook it firmly.

Officer Cleary gestured for them to follow him back. As they passed the desk, the receptionist smiled at them. As they went through the door, they entered a long hallway. Cleary led them down it, and to the right. There was a sign outside the door that read: Men's Locker Room. Cleary pushed the door open, and they were suddenly basked in bright light compared to the dingy hallway.

The locker room was brightly light, and on the wall adjacent to the door on their right, there was a row of blue lockers that wrapped around to the wall opposite them. There were four benches in the middle of the room that formed a square and a large bulletin board on the wall that the door was on.

To their left there was no wall, but it lead to a bathroom type area with urinals and stalls. There were also five sinks with one large mirror that stretched nearly half the length of the wall. Once you walked into the bathroom area, to the immediate right there wasn't a wall, it led to the communal showering area. There was a lip that you had to step over in order to get into the shower room.

The locker room was spotless, obviously kept very well cleaned as opposed to the rest of the station. There was a group of three guys who were sitting on the same bench playing cards when the three of them walked in. The guys playing cards stood up when Roger, Howie, and Officer Cleary walked in.

"And you guys doubted me." Officer Cleary said as he walked towards them.

"I can't believe he fuckin came!" one Officer said.

"Hello gentlemen. I heard that you haven't been believing some of the stories this fine man has been telling you. Well, I'm here to change that. Who's first?" asked Roger.

Everyone in the room was frozen, even Howie. No one knew what to do; it was almost as if they didn't think it would actually come to this. Or it could have been the shrewd way of which Roger had put things.

"Hey Cleary, go ahead and show us how it's done. Apparently this won't be your first time with him." One officer said sarcastically.

"Sounds good to me." Cleary responded.

"Lets go." Added Roger.

Roger unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down to his knees, exposing his white boxer-briefs. Then he quickly pulled his shirt off over his head. In less than a minute he was in only his white undies. Cleary instinctively fell to his knees in front of this man.

The rest of the audience was left speechless. They watched in awe as Officer Cleary tugged Roger's boxer-briefs to his ankles. This freed his cock. It wasn't hard yet but it barely had time to swing free before it was engulfed by Cleary's mouth. His right hand found Roger's balls and began to massage them lightly.

Howie wasted no time; he walked over to the policeman closest to him and sat down on the bench next to him. This guy was still in his full uniform; his face was rugged with a full head of dark brown hair which was graying at the temples. He was very muscularly defined but by no means was he bulky, very lean and lithe. He had a goatee with flecks of gray in it.

Howie let his hand roam around the officer's crotch, first just getting a feel for it, and then cupping his balls. The officer let out a groan as Howie's strong large hand groped the length of his member. Howie repeated this a few times before looking into the man's eyes.

"Go ahead and take your clothes of, Officer." Suggested Howie.

"Ohh just please don't stop." He replied.

"Get naked then we'll really get started." Howie said a little more forcefully.

"Okay. Hey, wait a minute. You're that guy from that does the NFL on Fox!" the officer proclaimed.

"Yes I am." Said Howie proudly as he was finally recognized.

With this, the officer perked up and quickly shed his uniform. Within a minute he was sitting next to Howie again only this time he was completely naked. His chest and stomach were covered in what would have been a rug of hair, but it was kept shortly trimmed, complements of his wife. His nipples were almost a purple color and were about the size of half dollars. Throbbing above an average set of balls, was a slightly above average cock in both girth and length, but by no means was it anything special.

Meanwhile, Roger's cock had hardened in Officer Cleary's mouth in record time. Cleary stood up and slipped his tongue between Roger's lips. His hand traveled down Roger's now clean shaven face, tracing his way down to Roger's right nipple. When he got there he gave it a slight tweak, at which Roger's cock dribbled some more precum out.

The more Cleary tweaked Roger's nipple, the more wildly his cock bounced around. He was leaking like a faucet as Cleary nibbled on his ear, then licked his way down Roger's body until he was nibbling on Roger's nipples.

"Ohh fuck yeah. I won't even need any lube to fuck you." Groaned Roger.

The other men in the room were watching intently at the two separate porn-like scenes unfolding in front of them. They were beginning to get their cocks out to release them from their confines.

By this time, Howie was chowing down on the policeman's cock. He deepthroated with ease, rubbing his nose in the man's neatly trimmed pubes. Still fully dressed, Howie regurgitated the cop cock in order to strip down to his birthday suit.

Howie quickly stripped to reveal his built although no only chiseled frame.

Obviously he had a military style crew cut, but his chest was large and very muscular. His abs were flat with only little definition in them, but this led you to believe that he still does work out, in order to battle the pounds that accompany aging. His upper body had a light dusting of the same light brown/ dirty blond hair on his head.

His legs were massively muscular, and still very well defined. His thighs and calves were again lightly dusted with hair that thickened as it closed in on his pubes. His semi hard prick was cut and thick. No sooner had he finished undressing, had the officer whom he was servicing, pounce on his now exposed manhood.

"Get me hard so I can fuck you. You know you want it." Growled Howie.

The man tried to answer him, but with a mouthful of cock it's hard to get anything out. It came out as muffled noises which the rest of the room took as moans.

"Fuck yes, use your tongue! You know how I like it." Grunted Howie.

By now most of the attention of the onlookers had been directed at Howie and the police officer, because in addition to have sex Howie was putting on a dirty talking show. He completely dominated the copper.

The only thing that brought the audience's attention back to Roger and Officer Cleary were the moans from Roger as Cleary's cock penetrated his rectum. The two men were standing in front of a bench and Rogers back was totally arched exposing his entire frontal body.

Cleary slowly pushed more and more of his cock into Roger's ass, the more he pushed in, the louder Roger's moans got. Roger's cock was still dripping all over the floor, and Cleary began to speed up his fucking motion. The men in the room seemed to be salivating all over Roger's body, they were slowly jerking themselves off to Roger being fucked by one of their own.

"Ahhhh! Fuck! You're fucking tearing my ass apart!" screaemed the officer as Howie pushed his 8 incher past his sphincter.

Howie's cock wasn't the longest, but it was nearly as thick as a beer can, and the head flared out wider than that. Howie pushed more, and got the head of his dick inside the officer before taking a break.

"You better take all my fucking cock, cause its going in one way or the other." Growled the sexually crazed Howie.

All the attention had been turned back onto Howie and his officer. Howie had pushed more of his thick rod into the man's ass eliciting more screams of pain. Since they were both standing up, Howie could easily reach around and grab the man's cock. He gave it a yank or two before twisting the man's nipples. Simultaneously he shoved another few inches into the man's dookie chute.

The man screamed in agony, but his cock stayed hard as rock the entire time. Howie knew the man was enjoying, but being "straight" he didn't want to let on to his peers just how much he liked it. Finally Howie had pushed the length of his shaft into the officer and began pumping in and out.

"Fuck yes! Ohh there it is! I'm gonna blow." Screamed Roger.

Each time Cleary pumped his cock into Roger's ass, Roger's cock slapped him in the stomach sending sensations from his cockhead, all over his body. Some of the guys watching this spectacle moved in closer to Roger to get front row seats of his orgasm.

On the next thrust, as Roger's cock hit his stomach his balls unloaded. His first blast hit him right on the chin, the next few shot onto some of the guys who had moved closer. Cleary was still fucking Roger's ass without abandon, and Roger's ass was spasming out of control.

The rest of Roger's cum didn't make it to the guys in the audience, and fell onto the bench below him. When it was apparent that he had finished unloading, the other men in the room quickly pounced on the fresh All-Star jiz.

"Roger, I'm gonna cum." Cleary whispered into Roger's ear.

"I want it on my face." Replied Roger.

Without answering, Cleary pulled out of Roger's ass with a "POP" sound. His swollen head flared out, looking almost menacing. Quickly, Roger swiveled around just in time to catch Cleary's first blast of cum on his face. The next blast shot him in the eye, followed by two that were closer to his hair line. Two more blasts hit him in the chin and dribbled down to his Adam's apple.

Cleary's blond chest hair was dripping with sweat as he heaved trying to catch his breath. But quickly everyone's attention had shifted across the locker room to Howie and his cop. Howie continually pumped his cock in and out harder and faster. This caused the cop to moan in sheer pleasure.

The cop, who Howie was fucking, was so out of it that he gave no warning when his ball unloaded. His face was completely glazed over, and his eyes had seemingly rolled into the back of his head. There was no expression on his face, as his balls pumped jet after jet of steaming semen on to the locker room floor. The cop was just leaning over with his forearms propping himself up on the bench in front of him, as Howie relentlessly pounded away at his ass.

Howie hadn't even notice that the cop he was fucking had unloaded, until the rest of the people in the room had crowded around them, included the now spent Roger and Officer Cleary. Figuring that Howie could use some help getting off, Roger walked around back of his built buddy. Roger squatted down and the next time that Howie pulled out of the cop's ass in order to pound it back in he got a surprise.

Roger's outstretched tongue pushed through Howie's sphincter eliciting a moan from the former NFL player. As soon as his tongue penetrated Howie's hole, Roger became like a dog. He devoured the man's ass like it was Thanksgiving dinner. He pushed his tongue deeper and deeper into Howie's hole.

"Fuck Roger! I'm gonna blow!" yelled Howie.

Roger tried to respond but his tongue was deep in asshole. He could feel Howie's hole twitching around his tongue. Howie pulled out of the cop as his cock was exploding with his second jet of cum. Roger continued to tongue fuck Howie all through the orgasm. When all was said and done, the cop who Howie had been fucking was literally soaked his cum.

"I can't believe Cleary was telling the truth." One of the officers who had been watching mutter as the participants sat on a bench.

"Yeah don't worry guys, you can call me anytime you want as long as I'm in town." Said Roger to the officers who hadn't had a chance to fuck him.

"Could you come over sometime with my wife and me? She thinks you're really cute. It could be like a three way" Piped one officer.

"Sorry man, I don't fuck other women. That would be cheating on my wife."

They sat there and talked for a little while. Roger told stories of his better exploits, until it was finally time for Howie and Roger to return to their commercial shoot.

After the commercial was finished Roger and Howie went out for drinks, and who knows what happened afterwards.

Please email me if you'd like for me to continue on with this story, also email me for your favorite guest character... the crowd favorite might make another appearance.

Next: Chapter 7


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