Batter Up!

A slap on the ass in the dugout starts the whole game. Beau Lyons and Jason Scott go at it right there on the bench, stroking thick dicks side by side. Nick Holliday keeps his back to the chain-link fence while Zak Anders peels him down to nothing. Anders’ hands are heavy, marking Holliday’s cheeks dark red before he gives in and opens up. Anders gloves his hands, slicks Holliday’s hole, and works the first knuckles inside. Holliday loosens fast, taking ten fingers without flinching. Jim Decker, the ballboy, catches them mid-fist and drops straight for Anders’ cock. Anders feeds him a few thrusts, then buries the kid’s face in Holliday’s stretched crack. Out comes the stainless-steel bat. Anders pushes it deep into Holliday while Decker watches, eyes wide. When the bat comes free, Anders lines both holes up and works the metal in again, alternating strokes between the two hungry rookies until they’re both taking it in rhythm. Holliday staggers off to the showers, spent. Anders stays with Decker, fist pumping slow and steady until the kid shoots hard between his own thighs.