The characters in this story engage in sexual encounters without the use of condoms. But in real life we all must be safe. So, please "cover that thing up." Meanwhile, enjoy the story.
Jake Dawson, Reporter, Part 1 By: Jason Moore
It had been three months now since I began my job at the paper. My boss, David Miller, was happy with my work and my fling with the sports editor, Jan Summers, fizzled out when he met another stud to take care of his hot ass. One out of two isn't bad, huh? But, then, one day Mr. Miller came into my office on a Friday afternoon and dropped an enticing offer in my lap.
"Jake, you're hard work and tenacity is very commendable," he began. "The new baseball season is going to be upon us in just two weeks. How'd you like to do an article on the team?"
"Yeah, that would be great," I quickly answered.
"All right, then," Mr. Miller answered as he handed me a copy of the current Sports Illustrated. "I've just finished reading the cover story in this issue. It's a really great article about the Sox," he told me as I took the magazine. "Some of the players on our team will be coming into town this weekend for a charity event," he continued. "Jan is staying down at spring training. So, I would like you to go to this event, meet the players and do some interviews. You know, how they feel about the up coming season, the new manager, that kind of stuff. Here's a ticket," he then finished as he handed me an envelope. "Do a good job and you may get a regular column."
"Thanks, Mr. Miller. I'm sure I want let you down," I answered.
"I'm sure you won't," he said as he left my office.
I perused the magazine for a few minutes already planning the type of article I was going to submit. My excitement grew even more as I realized that a good job here would put my foot in the door. After all, Jan had been dropping hints of taking another job out east to be closer to his family. Opening the envelope, I gaped as I saw the flier with the ticket. This was a $1,00,00 a seat dinner and I had a free entry. There was also going to be an auction of sports memorabilia and other items. I spent the rest of that afternoon doing some basic research on the players that the flier indicated would be in attendance. At seven that evening, I was done taking notes and reviewing material in the newspaper file room. Hungry and a little tired, I headed home and fixed a quick dinner and poured over some more material.
The dinner was at a posh hotel/convention center downtown. I arrived about a half an hour early. As I pulled into the lot, I noted that there were already many sharp looking cars on the lot. So, I parked my beat up Mazda in a distant corner of the lot and walked up to the hotel entry. Flashing my ticket I was given a press badge to wear and shown into a large ballroom decked out with bunting in the team colors. Oversized portraits of many of the team's players were hung on a large drape covered wall at the far end of the room. Below them was a long table on a raised platform with a podium and mike in the middle. I was directed to a table near the front of the room. As I took a seat, I noted that the room was now quickly filling up, but no one from the team appeared to be present yet.
Two couples sat down at the table with me. In short order we were all introduced and I learned that they were on the board of the charity that was going to benefit from this dinner/auction. After about another fifteen minutes a guy in a tux approached the podium and introduced himself as William Reed. He welcomed everyone with some introductory remarks. Then, as he began to introduce the players, each, in turn, entered through an opening in the drapes behind the head table. When all were seated a minister gave an incantation and the dinner was served. It was a great meal and I really enjoyed the company of my tablemates.
Finally Mr. Reed got up again and introduced Eric Seigel, the team's catcher, to start the auction. As he approached the podium a young woman bought up a team warm up jacket which was the first item for the auction. Eric modeled it while Mr. Reed did the auctioning. Amazingly to me, that jacket went for a final bid of $400.00! A few hours later, the items were all auctioned off and with some quick mental calculations, I figured the auction had raised close to $10,000.00. I got a team jersey relatively cheaply that had been modeled by Dane Roberts, a first baseman who had been with the team for a number of years. After the last item was auctioned we were all invited to stay and get autographs from the players. As we adjourned to an adjoining meeting room with a long bar at one end I knew this would be my chance to get some interviews in. With my jersey in hand I approached Dane Roberts for an autograph. He was drinking a Bud and talking, rather animatedly, with Tom Darwin, a rookie pitcher, as they stood by the bar.
"Mr. Roberts, how are you doing?" I asked. "I'm Jake Dawson of the Gazette.
Would you mind signing my jersey?" I then asked as I showed him my new purchase.
"Happy to, Jake," he said as he took a marker pen from his inside jacket pocket. "You must be a new reporter in town," he then added as he signed the jersey flashing a killer smile at me.
"Yes, I am. This is actually my first real assignment away from the office," I added as he handed back the jersey.
"Well, what do you think of the team?" Dane then inquired, seemingly to test my knowledge.
For the next twenty minutes or so we talked about the team, the schedule, his emerging role as a team leader, and his beginnings in the majors. I was able to tell he was somewhat impressed with my knowledge of his statistics and background. In fact a genuine camaraderie seemed to be forming between us. As we spoke, I recalled a series of pictures I had seen of him in the newspaper archives. Some nameless guy was holding a microphone in his face and the photos were full body shots. He was shirtless and his large biceps and well-defined pecs were finely displayed. He was wearing some compression shorts that fit very snug, revealing a tight, round ass. His rugged face and longish blond hair gave him the look of a GQ model. As those images floated through my mind, I realized that Dave was asking me something.
"So, you're going to be writing an article?" he was asking.
"Oh, yeah," I said. "Thought I'd interview a few of the players tonight. Get some of their thoughts on the team and the new manager. Stuff like that."
"Well, Seigel, Davis, Sheldon, and Miller are joining me at Drexel's after this charity thing breaks up. Care to join us?" Dane asked.
"Sure, that would be great!" I quickly answered.
Over the next hour or so, I mingled with the crowd and spoke with several more players. My jersey now had an autograph from each of them. As I made my way around the room, every once in a while I would spot Dane. Each time we made eye contact he would flash that killer smile my way. The crowd began to thin as Dane, followed by Eric Seigel and Tony Miller, the left fielder, approached the bar where I was standing speaking with the new second baseman, Bo Davidson. When Bo was approached by one of the local television reporters, Dane got my attention.
"We're getting ready to fly," he said as I turned to him. "You know how to get to Drexel's or would you want to ride along with me?" Dane asked.
"I wouldn't want to put you out," I said. "My car is..."
"No problem," Dane quickly cut me off. "We're going out back for a minute. I'll pick you up right out front," he said then walked away without waiting for my response.
Ten minutes later I was out front as a large, black Escalade pulled up. The windows were all tinted, but I could see Dane inside at the wheel. The door flew open just as it pulled to a stop before me. Dane, now dressed in jeans and a pullover sweater sat inside, beaming at me.
"Hop in, Jake," he told me.
I climbed in as a Sade tune began playing. The inside of the vehicle had that new car smell.
"Just picked it up this morning," Dane said seeing me admire his ride. "My brother-in-law got me a great deal on this baby," he added as we drove off.
By the time we hit the main thoroughfare, we were again engaged in a lively conversation about the team and baseball in general. Closer inspection revealed that Dane's new car was full of many luxurious amenities. It must have cost him a bundle. Before I knew it we were pulling into Drexel's parking lot. The bar was hopping with revelers that night. It was standing room only. As we entered, I immediately spied about a half dozen or so of the team already standing at the bar. A crowd of people flocked around them like they were holding court. I noted that Dane was the only player that had changed into more relaxed clothing. We all drank and talked as I gathered a lot of material for my story. The evening passed quickly and by one in the morning the last of the players finally took off. Dane said he was ready to leave, too.
"So, did you get enough stuff for your article?" he asked as we drove off.
"Yeah, this was great," I answered. "Thanks. Thanks a lot."
"No problem," Dane said as the Sade tunes returned.
Once again our conversation centered around the team and its prospects for the up-coming season.
"The team is flying back to Florida at ten this morning," he said. "I rented a condo in town for the season. Would you care to see it?" Dave then asked.
As I looked over at Dane, his killer smile was again flashing my way. The glint in his piercing blue eyes held an unmistakable message. I began to quickly consider this option and any possible consequences
"Come on, you know you want to," Dane said, ignoring my lack of response. "You've been ogling me all night. From that moment I signed your jersey this evening, we both knew where we'd end up tonight. So, whaddya say?"
What could I say? As those visions of his hunk of a body flooded my mind, there was only one thing to say. I wanted to get a piece of that hot stud's ass from the moment I first so those photos and this was my chance.
"Sounds good to me," I said, throwing caution to the wind. "You ever been with a black man before?" I added.
"Sure, but I don't kiss and tell," he answered with a slight chuckle.
About twenty minutes later we pulled up to large complex consisting of several blocks of two story condos, each with their own garage. Dane pulled around to one of the buildings at the back of the complex. As the Escalade pulled into his garage the door slid shut behind us.
"We're here," he said as we got out and led me through a side door into a galley style kitchen.
As we walked through it and upstairs to the master bedroom, I noted that the entire condo was meagerly furnished. The bedroom, on the other hand, was very well furnished. It had a huge king sized bedroom set in dark mahogany and a large entertainment center with the controls for a Gameboy laying haphazardly across the floor in front of the credenza.
"Make yourself at home," Dane said as he headed into the master bath.
I sat down on the plush bed. Soon the sound of Dane relieving himself filled the room and I leaned back into the bed on my elbows. Several minutes later, Dane reappeared. I kept my cool as he stood there already stripped out of his shirt, shoes, socks, and jeans. He sure was one hunk of a man in his skimpy briefs. Dane walked over and stood between my legs that overhung the edge of his large bed.
"So, what are you into?" Dane asked as he leaned down and ran his hands up and down my thighs.
"I'm more of a top man, if that's all right with you," I answered as I felt my cock begin to stir.
"That's just what I need," he answered as his right hand grabbed my crotch. "A nice big cock to drill my ass," Dane continued as he squeezed my excited cock through my pants.
Without another word, Dane got down on his knees and unzipped my pants. He then reached inside, wormed his hands past my briefs and pulled out my cock.
"Damn, that looks good enough to eat," he said.
"Well, go on and get you some," I encouraged.
With a very talented tongue, Dane began to lap at my cock. Lovingly running up and down its full length for a few seconds. Then he took me in between his lips. A velvety smooth, warm, moist mouth was soon greedily working my cock. Dane's tongue and mouth tantalized my cock and caused a shiver to go up my spine. Slobbering and slurping sounds filled the room as my cock was being given one hell of a blow job.
"Aaah, yeah, suck my cock," I moaned while watching Dane suck and gobble down my cock. "Yeah, just like that," I encouraged as I began to massage his broad shoulders, neck, and arms. "Yeah, suck my cock, man. Oooh, yeah...."
Dane worked my swelling cock like a real pro. With a fist around its base and his mouth working overtime, Dane soon had me very excited. I reached for his head and ran my fingers through his blond tresses. As he began to deep throat my big cock, I grabbed his head. When I felt my cock slithering down his throat I humped my hips and pressed his head firmly down into my crotch. Dane had fully engulfed my cock and I could still feel his tongue lapping around the base. It was sheer ecstasy as I felt my swollen member lodged deep inside that first baseman's throat. Finally, Dane pushed himself up.
"Damn, this is a big cock," he gulped when he pulled away, his hand still jerking my huge cock. "I can't wait to have this baby drilling my ass, man!"
"Well, no time like the present," I chuckled.
As Dane got up and sprawled out on the bed, I quickly tore out of my clothes. When I finally slipped out of my briefs, Dane was on his back and fiddling with the cap on a bottle of lube. I got up on the bed on my knees beside that hot stud. My fully engorged cock jutted out from my aching loins. Dane reached out and squeezed some of the lube onto my cock. He handed the bottle to me then began to work that cool fluid over my manhood. As I grabbed the bottle, Dane spread his legs apart. After squirting some of the lube onto my fingertips, I reached down and rubbed my hand into the crack of his hot ass.
"Ah, yeah, get my ass ready," Dane cooed as I wasted no time poking a finger up that tight hole.
"Yeah, nice ass," I said as my finger dug in deep. "Ooh, yeah, work that ass," I added as Dane flexed his ass muscles causing his sphincter to clamp down and relax around my probing finger.
After digging in another finger and deeply plying that ass with the lube, I was ready to tap Dane's hot fuck hole. When I pulled my hand away and moved around between Dane's legs, he pulled up his legs and held them pressed against his chest. His puckered hole stared wantonly at me as I got into position. When I guided my cock to that willing target, Dane encouraged me.
"Fuck my ass, Jake. Fuck it good," he demanded.
When those words left his lips, I pushed forward, forcing my cock into that sweet, hot hole. As I slowly entered that fine ass, it gripped tightly around my aching cock. With slow probing thrust, I began to dig in deeper.
"Yeah, yeah," I grunted. "Gimme this ass, man. I'm gonna fuck this baby good."
"Yeah, take that ass, Jake. Fuck it good, man," Dane added.
With my full cock now buried tight inside Dane's fine ass, I began to slowly grind my hips tight against his proffered ass. The feel of my entire length jammed up such a hot, tight hole was just what I needed. But, I sure wanted more! Slowly withdrawing my cock, the friction of his love canal squeezing tightly, clamping down hard on my big cock got me even hotter. With sure, steady strokes, I began to massage the deepest recesses of Dane's luscious fuck hole with my cock. I wanted to make the most of this.
"Aaaah, yeah, gimme that cock. Give it to me, man!" Dane demanded as he reached out to clasp my ass.
After a few more languid plunges, I shoved down hard and fully penetrated that tight hole again. Dane's hands tightened their grip on my ass and pulled me down into him even more firmly. With my cock wormed in deep, I leaned forward and put my hands in the crook of his knees.
"You want my big, black cock to fuck your tight, white ass?" I then asked as I stared down into Dane's blue eyes.
"Yes...yes...Fuck me, man. Fuck my ass!" Dane pleaded back to me.
He began to squirm below me as I forcefully attacked that hot ass. With hard, deliberate strokes I was soon body slamming that hot first baseman. My cock felt so good pounding away at that luscious ass.
"Yeah...yeah...yeah...Take it, man. Take it good," I whelped.
I was riding that ass good now and my cock drilled it hard and deep with every demanding thrust. I glanced down to see Dane's head swerving to and fro as I continued my frantic pace. We were both soon grunting and groaning in the heat of this passion. For several more minutes I fucked that hot stud for all I was worth. Dane was now wildly jerking his own cock.
"Yeah, shoot your load, man. I wanna see you shoot your load," I then demanded.
Several minutes later, Dane groaned as his cock spurted cum all over his stomach. He wiggled below me as I continued working his hot ass. I knew my orgasm was not far off and began to gasp and grunt in pleasure.
"I want you to shoot your cum in my mouth," Dane then begged as he sensed my impending orgasm.
I quickly pulled free and straddled his chest. My rigid cock pointed right into his face as I began to jerk it. Dane opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. I chuckled to myself to see this stud athlete below me, begging me to cum in his mouth. But, that also got me even hotter!
"Oooh, yeah. I'm gonna shoot my load, man. You ready to eat my cum?" I asked.
"Yeah, yeah, feed me your cum," Dane quickly answered.
I scooted in even tighter as I felt my balls building up for that luscious release. Pointing my thick cock right in his face, the first burst of cum spewed out, hitting Dane right on his tongue. He then took the tip of my cock into his mouth. His lips wrapped around me tightly and I could feel his tongue lapping at my man juices as he gobbled down my cum.
"Damn, that was hot," I said as my cock dribbled out its last bit of cum.
Dane continued sucking my cock, draining it fully.
"And tasty, too," he said when he finally pulled away. "You know, of course, that this cannot be a part of your article," he added with a laugh.
"No problem, I don't kiss and tell, either, Dane," I said as I stretched out and lay down beside him.
Dane rolled over, and we embraced. We lay there for several more minutes recuperating from that hot fuck. Dane gently ran his hands over my chest, arms, and waist. He then grabbed my cock and gently squeezed.
"So, you wanna another ride before I get you back to your car?" Dane asked with a familiar leer in his blue eyes.
"Hell, yeah, I'm game if you are, " I laughed.
To be continued.........