Sliding Into Home
By: Giantguy
"What kind of a FUCKING play was that?" Brad yelled, as Ryan lay in
the dirt by home plate, having missed catching the incoming ball by
an inch. Brad, in full catcher's gear himself, went striding across
to where Ryan was starting to pick himself up... Brad yanked at
Ryan's facemask. "Wake UP, ya fucker!"
"Hey, hey -- HEY!" The coach bellowed. "You two! I've had with you
guys. Take it back to the locker room." Neither Brad or Ryan
moved. You could feel the resentment simmering between them. The
other players on the field just stared. They'd been expecting
something to blow for a while. "I said NOW!" the coach yelled
again. Slowly, Ryan got up, and headed for the locker room, with
Brad on his heels.
It had been a long difficult week of practice, and nerves were
short. The players were all back on a hard training regimen, and
the strain was starting to show. Brad and Ryan, two of the catchers
on the roster, had been at each other's throats for the last few
days. Whenever Ryan made an error, Brad pounced, watching him like
a hawk.
Brad dogged Ryan's steps all the way to the locker room, watching
Ryan's ass flexing in the tight uniform. At six-two, Brad was just
an inch taller than Ryan, and almost even with him in weight. Brad
was right behind him all the way to his locker, when finally Ryan
whipped around.
"What the fuck is your problem, asshole?" Ryan said, pulling off his
mask.
Brad stepped closer, pulling off his own mask, and thumping Ryan's
chestguard. "My problem is YOU, ya fucker." He leaned in, face to
face with Ryan. "You're a fuckup, man, a serious fuckup, and it's
time somebody takes you DOWN."
Ryan held his ground, shouting back in Brad's face. "Oh, YEAH?
Who's that gonna be, YOU?"
"Fuck RIGHT it is!"
"Fuck off!"
Ryan bumped chests with Brad. Brad just moved forward a step,
moving Ryan back up against the lockers. He felt a familiar,
powerful burning feeling beginning deep in his gut. Brad hooked his
hand around the back of Ryan's neck, gripping him hard and keeping
him nose to nose.
"And it's about fucking time, man!"
Ryan stared right into Brad's ice blue eyes, and just laughed.
"Aw man, EAT ME."
Brad was seeing red... he was going to say "Fuck you" but as he
opened his mouth, he started to feel the reflex kick in... his mouth
began to stretch wider and wider... Ryan jumped, seeing Brad's mouth
gaping, but Brad whipped his other hand to Ryan's head, holding him
in place. His mouth kept pushing out wider, his jaw cracking as it
unhinged, his tongue probing forward. Ryan's eyes grew wider... he
struggled against Brad's fierce grip on his head.
Suddenly Brad lunged, planting his mouth full across Ryan's face and
the top of his head. He forced his head forward a little, pushing
until he could feel Ryan's head fully engulfed in his mouth. Brad
moved his hands down to Ryan's shoulders, feeling Ryan struggle
until the carbon-dioxide heavy air he was breathing in from Brad's
mouth made his reactions slower and slower.
Brad gripped Ryan and pulled him in another inch, and another,
wrapping his lips around Ryan's neck. He licked down across Ryan's
chest guard. He tasted the dust and the sweat... he was going to
take him down in full catcher's gear. He hoisted Ryan up a little,
stretching his mouth wide to encompass his shoulders, forcing them
in a little to try and make them fit.
Brad's biceps bulged as he lifted Ryan to a better angle. Ryan
kicked fitfully, but was now almost halfway stuffed into Brad's
obscenely distended jaws. Brad's lips were locked around Ryan's
chest, sliding slowly, inch by inch, toward his waist. Brad
strained with the effort of sucking him in. He reached down,
grabbing Ryan's uniform at the hips, and bending his own knees,
trying to get Ryan to begin sliding down, letting gravity do some of
the work.
Brad was breathing heavily through his nose, his tongue slurping
around Ryan's body as he labored to gulp him down... Ryan's head and
shoulders were sliding deep into his throat, as his lips reached
Ryan's waist.
Brad stumbled back against the lockers, bracing himself there to
keep pushing on. Ryan's high, round ass -- uniform stretched
tightly over the mounds -- was flexing as Ryan kicked a few more
times. Brad's lips advanced over Ryan's ass, slurping down over it,
feeling it still moving in his mouth.
Brad inhaled deeply, grabbing Ryan's legs and steadying them as he
gulped and gulped again, pushing Ryan a few inches further down his
throat. His jaw and throat were stretched to the limit, wrapped
tightly around Ryan's lean, muscular body. Ryan's legs still
twitched, the shin guards still strapped on. Brad squatted down,
tilting his head back and straining to open even wider, letting Ryan
slide down, Brad's lips now clamped around Ryan's knees. Brad's
muscular thighs were almost shaking with the effort as Brad
squatted, gulping Ryan down further.
Brad reached out, feeling Ryan's feet coming close to his lips.
Almost there... almost there. The fire in his belly was hotter
than ever, as he felt Ryan slowly being pulled down his immensely
stretched throat. Brad sighed out noisily through his nose,
enjoying the sensation of fullness as he was close to finishing Ryan
off.
"Hey guys, are ya done biting each other's heads off -- holy SHIT!"
Gary, one of the shortstops, came around the row of lockers,
thinking he'd see Ryan and Brad fighting like they had been all
week. What he saw was Brad, mask off, eyes closed, squatting
against the row of lockers, head thrown back, jaw jutting out, with
only Ryan's feet protruding from his massively stretched lips.
"Fuck man! Let him loose!!" Gary just acted on instinct, running
to Brad, and grabbing Ryan's feet. Suddenly Brad's eyes flew open,
fixing on Gary. Gary jumped, but held on tight to Ryan's shoes,
yanking at them, trying to stop their slide down Brad's throat.
They were moving faster now -- Gary still kept his grip as Brad
gulped, drawing them deep into his mouth.
"Come on fucker! Lay off!" Gary muttered, leaning over, still not
letting go. His arms were stuck down into Brad's throat up past the
elbow. Suddenly, Brad's grip on Ryan's feet seemed to loosen.
Gary's footing was shaken by the sudden release, and he stumbled.
At the same time, Brad caught him with an iron grip, tilting him
forward as he yawned his mouth even wider. Before Gary knew what
was happening, he was following Ryan down into Brad's gullet.
The heat in Brad's belly went up several notches, giving him new
energy. He roared as he stood back up, balancing Gary almost
completely upside down, aimed directly down his throat. Gary's arms
were stretched forward, pulled down Brad's throat along with the
last of Ryan. Brad gulped greedily, pulling Gary in faster, finding
it easier to expand his jaw to admit Gary's broad chest and wide
ribcage. He reached up over and behind his head, feeling across
the smooth round curves of Gary's ass. He felt across the bulge in
the front of Gary's uniform just as it slid between his lips.
Brad had almost sweated completely through his uniform as his
internal furnace roared to the extreme. His jaw and tongue were
almost aching as they worked to pull Gary down inch by inch into his
gut. He got midway down Gary's thighs... to his knees ... midway
down his shins. He was heaving and puffing like a steam engine,
heading up a steep hill. He wiped the sweat stinging his eyes, and
reached up to Gary's feet, pushing them into his mouth as he gulped
again and again.
Finally he could feel the bulge of Gary's form working its way down
his throat. His lips closed, and then fell open as he panted for
breath. He fell back against the lockers, resting from the effort.
After a few minutes, Brad opened his eyes. He looked down, rubbing
his hands down his chest protector and readjusting his cup. Man,
you'd barely know that he'd just swallowed two guys full size.
He felt a rumbling in his gut as the burning feeling returned, more
fiercely than before. Brad licked his lips ... he felt like he
could take on the whole team... bring em on... he was ready.