OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is TOTALLY FICTION! This story is NOT to suggest that the late Babe Ruth was ANYTHING but straight. This is simply a work of erotic fiction for you guys to enjoy.....BATTER UP!! (JULY, 1932) 47 year old Johnny Boyle, sports reporter for the Bronx Gazette, sat in the deserted locker room at Yankee Stadium, interviewing baseball legend Babe Ruth. Though he tried to avert his eyes from Babe's hulking torso and concentrate on the interview, his eyes kept betraying him. Babe sat on a wooden bench, his big, thick legs spread wide. Boyle felt his nine-inch cock pound in his suit pants.......DAMN!, Boyle thought.......this guy is hot as hell!! It was obvious, from the hefty bulge in the crotch of Babe's sweaty pinstripe uniform pants, that he had a humongous set of bull balls, and a really fat slab of cockmeat. But, when the hulking slugger got up to retrieve Boyle's pen after it dropped onto the floor, he bent over, facing away from the horny, bespectacled reporter. FUCK, WHAT AN ASS!! Boyle thought.......his hard shaft drooled lube into his sweaty boxer shorts as he fantasized about Babe's ass.....those two, big, round, beefy globes of man-ass......damn, would I love to whack them big buns until they blistered, and then shoot my hot load all over them.....The interview was progressing well; Boyle found Babe to be very open, pleasant, and easy to talk to. He was getting a lot of good dope for his baseball column.....maybe the editor would even give him a raise....."HEY, BOYLE!", Babe's booming voice brought Boyle out of his thoughts without warning. "What the fuck is goin' on here, pal?" He chuckled, and evil grin on his pudgy moon-face. "You've been starin' at my crotch ever since you got here, and then when I bent over before, I could feel those four eyes of yours boring a hole right through the seat of my pants.......guess you like this big fat ass of mine, huh, Boyle?" Johnny Boyle was in shock.....what would happen to him if Babe reported him.....He could lose his job........."Mr. Ruth, I...I mean, well...I'm sorry...." Boyle stuttered, nervous as hell. Babe laughed his booming laugh, and gave Boyle a quick pat on his shoulder. "So your a cocksucker, Boyle..big fuckin' deal! You think you're the first cocksuckin' guy who got hot for me?" Boyle started to reply, but Babe held up his beefy hand. "Hang on for a sec, Boyle", Babe chuckled......he went over to the wall telephone, and dialed the office. "Keep everyone away from the locker until you hear from me again....I got a really good interview goin' here!" Babe then hung up the phone, and stood before the short, skinny reporter. "Hey, I love pussy, don't get me wrong...but my date for tonite cancelled out and my balls are overloaded....." Babe chuckled, a thick, solid bulge now appearing behind the fly of his uniform pants. Boyle was nearly in shock, Without warning, Babe tossed aside the reporter's straw hat, and grabbed his head, pulling it right against his crotch. "OOoohhhhhhffuucckkk" Boyle moaned, as his tongue began to trace the outline of Babe's bat through his pants, his eager tongue licking up and down the pinstripes. Babe's thick fingers ran through Boyle's thinning hair. Boyle's hands reached around and latched onto Babe's big, hefty buns. A jolt went through his imprisoned cock as his hands rubbed, kneaded, and squeezed the bulky ballplayer's round, beefy ass. "Yeeaahh, Boyle, keep it up..feels fuckin' good, pal..." Babe moaned. Then Boyle reached up and unbuckled Babe's belt and unbuttoned his fly. He roughly yanked Babe's trousers down to his shoes. As Babe's jock pouch was literally being pulled away by his massive cock, Boyle wasted no further time. He pulled the sweaty jock down as well, and Babe's mighty 12 inch bat swung out, beer-can thick, thick lube drooling out of its angry head. Johnny Boyle opened up his mouth as wide as he could, and started teasing the head, licking off the salty, tangy lube, and then going down all the way on Babe's monster shaft. "OOOHHFFUUCCK!!! MOTHERFUCKER!!! HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!" Babe growled as the dapper reporter began giving the barrel chested ballplayer an A-1 blowjob. Boyle's small, strong hand rubbed and kneaded Babe's humongous, hairy balls, savoring the intoxicating scent of man-sweat and dried jizz. His free hand was really working over Babe's big, hairy backside, his fingers digging through the thick jungle of hair to poke and tease his sensitive chute. "YOU LITTLE FUCKER," Babe snarled, "OOHHFUCK, THAT FEELS SO FUCKIN' HOT, BOYLE!! I COULD NEVER GET A DAME TO DO THAT!!" Hearing that, Boyle sucked like a madman, Babe's big hairy balls smacking against the reporter's lean face, Babe's big hands throttling Boyle's head back and forth. Now, Boyle's slim fingers were slipping in and out of Babe's sweaty, tight chute, driving him wild. "YOU LITTLE FUCKER, I'M GONNA CUM!!" Babe snarled. "YYEEAAHHYYEEAAHH...JESUS CHRIST, BOYLE..AAAWWFFUCKKYYEAAHH UUGGHHHH UUGHHHHHHHHH FFUUCCKKKKKKK!!" Babe's huge cock suddenly exploded in Boyle's hot manly mouth, huge jets of thick, spicy ballplayer cum shooting down his throat, overflowing his lips, spilling onto his shirt front and tie. Boyle kept on playing with Babe's hairy ass, until the last drop of spunk had been drained from his hairy, bloated balls. "Boyle, I NEVER thought a guy could give head better than a dame, but, fuck, you are in a league all my yourself, you horny little four-eyed fucker!!" Wiping the remaining cum from his lips, Boyle told Babe how he jerked off all the time at home, looking at newspaper and magazine pictures of him. He told Babe that he was the "hottest fucking slugger alive" Babe lit a cigar, and puffed for a few moments, his fat, deflating cock hanging down towards the concrete floor, a thin stream of cum hanging from the slit. Babe noticed the huge bulge behind Boyle's fly and laughed, "Christ, Johnny, we gotta take care of that bat of yours too, !" Babe walked over to an old packing case, and bent over, his big, broad hairy ass bare and vunerable. "Boyle, it's all yours!" Babe growled. "Work my big hairy ass over good, pal!" Boyle needed no urging. He pulled Babe's belt from his belt loops, doubled it up, and started whacking the hell out of the beefy ballplayer's fat furry butt. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK Johnny Boyle was a small guy who only weighted about 150, but he was really launching one helluva attack on the Babe's furry, upturned ass. "OOOWWWW OOOOWWWW OOWWW AAWWFFUUCCK...OOWWWWWAAAHITTTTT OOOOOWWW!!" Babe yowled as the belt assaulted his big fleshy ass. Johnny Boyle's still imprisoned dick was hurting like hell as he watched Babe Ruth's big hairy ass quiver and shake, hot red stripes rising up, crisscrossing one another across the vast expanse of Babe's broad, hairy ass. WWHHAACCKK WWHHAACCKK WWHHAACCKK WHACK WHACK WHACK. The erotic sound of leather making sharp, stinging contact with Babe's bulky glutes was driving Boyle wild. Without a word, he tossed the belt aside, and he yanked down his own pants and shorts, and started rubbing his fat, thick, steel-hard bat against Babe's blistered hairy asscheeks. The feel of the hair on Babe's fleshy buns scratching his aching cock was too much for Boyle. Reaching underneath Babe's sweaty uniform shirt and undershirt, he began to tweak and pinch Babe's stiff, eraser-sized nipples. Jesus, Boyle thought, I can't fuckin' believe this...I got to suck the cock of the biggest baseball star in the world, got to whip his big hairy ass, and now this...oohhhuughhnnnnnn....... The horny reporter now snarled and growled like an angry teamster " YEAHH BABE!!! FEEL MY FUCKIN' HOT LOAD..YEAH...ALL OVER THAT BIG HAIRY ASS....YEAHHH, OOHHFFUUCKKYYEEAAHHHHHHH!!" Grunting, cursing, and moaning, Boyle's hairy nuts exploded. Hot jets of cum splatterec all over Babe's blistered, hairy ass, even a few shots landing well up the back of his sweaty shirt. Boyle collapsed on Babe's broad, sweaty back, breathing the hot smell of sweat and jizz. Boyle thought this was the end of it, but, suddenly Babe, his pants and shorts still around his shoes, got up and gently pushed Johnny Boyle down on a bench, his big meaty, hairy fist grabbing onto Boyle's now stiff again cock. "Now it's MY turn up at bat, Johnny!" THE END!!!! Hope you guys enjoyed this! Any favorable feedback is ALWAYS welcome!!