team that was overwhelmingly average.
One bright spot of the season was a new section in the right-field bleachers that the marketing department was calling Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. The fans in the front row of that section all wore red knit cardigan sweaters, and clapped and cheered politely during the game. When Joel Rogers came into the game and his Mister Rogers heavy metal walk-up music played, these fans lost their minds. They ripped their cardigans off to reveal chests and arms covered with black and red war paint. They gripped the railing and screamed and chanted and jumped up and down like rabid animals. In an otherwise mediocre season, they were the highlight of every game Joel pitched in.
Despite the team’s struggles, four Rangers players were selected for the All Star Game… including Rafael Rivera, Joel Rogers, and Darryl Bryant. When it came time to board Jeff Delorian’s private plane to fly to the game in St. Louis in the first week of July, I found myself among the small list of team members invited.
“Rafa pulled some strings to bring you along,” Theo told me as I boarded the private jet. “Said he wanted your guidance for the game.”
When I slid into the seat next to Rafael, he wore a puzzled look. “You’re all smiley.”
“A little birdie told me you requested I be brought along for the trip.”
He shrugged. “I’m starting the game for the American League. I need my pitching coach to help me prepare.”
“Sure you do.”
“You complaining?” Darryl asked in the seat across from me. “If you’d rather stay home…”
“No!” I quickly said. “I just can’t help but suspect that you guys have ulterior motives.”
His dark eyes sparkled in the private jet. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You know. That special thing we’ve talked about doing.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific,” Joel said as he joined us. “What special thing?”
“And are you implying that you’re ready to give it a try?” Darryl asked.
I shrugged. “I’m not implying anything. But I can’t help but think the three of you deserve special all star treatment.”
We all grinned as the plane flew down the runway.
We got into St. Louis late on Sunday night, so we all took it easy and went straight to bed. Darryl competed in the Home Run Derby on Monday night. He did well, but was eliminated in the second round by the slugging first baseman from the Tigers.
That night was when we had our fun. We were drunk from the excitement of the Home Run Derby and in great spirits as the boys escorted me into my hotel room. Rafael kissed me first while Darryl removed my clothes. Then Joel was kissing my back, and rubbing my pussy from behind. Wedged between them was my favorite thing in the world—two muscular, manly bodies on either side of me.
Darryl shoved them aside and took me possessively. After a long kiss he bent me over the bed and did the thing I had been fantasizing about all day.
He buried his face in my ass.
I had discovered that I loved getting a rimjob. There was something so wonderfully naughty about having a man’s face shoved into my ass, and his tongue wriggling deep within my asshole. He enjoyed it every bit as much, based on the moans and the hungry way in which he gripped my legs. Between that and Joel’s fingers on my pussy and Rafael’s wonderful French kiss, I was clenching my eyes shut and coming within minutes.
But Darryl had an ulterior motive to his rimjob. He was getting me lubricated for that special thing we had discussed. The thing which we had been working up to over the past two months, using larger and larger toys.
I wasn’t sure if I was ready. I didn’t know if I could handle it. But I knew I was ready to try.
They took turns fucking me normally. Bending me over the bed and pounding my pussy doggy style while I gripped the sheets in my fingers and moaned loudly. The anticipation of what we were building up to made everything a little more pleasurable and a little more intense. I couldn’t wait for what came next, and I could feel the desire in my boys, too.
“I’m ready,” I moaned as Rafael fucked me from behind.
His strokes slowed down. “You sure?”
I looked over my shoulder and nodded.
His cock continued what it was doing for another moment, and then he slowly slid it out. I tensed as he pressed the tip