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Last year when the Seattle Mariners were setting records for wins, they had their way with every team, including the Oakland A's. That all changed this last weekend as Oakland came into Safeco Field and took two out of three from the defending West champs. Mark Mulder, the 6'6" hunk, was the beneficiary of timely hitting in his game. Tim Hudson, the 6-foot team leader, almost didn't make his start as he developed a rash the day before due to something he ate. Hudson is one tough guy however, took a shot of Benadryl and was ready to go on Sunday night. Mulder and Hudson drew the line and each came away with victories, during and after the game. Hudson, also known as 'Huddie' got to call the shots after being on the losing end twice last year. He sent a message to the Mariners locker room that the only two he wanted to see after the game at the A's hotel were Bret Boone and Jeff Cirillo. When the two Mariner hotties arrived they knew they were in for a long evening because the trio of A's pitching studs always worked together. And so it was. Hudson, Mulder and Barry Zito were waiting eagerly for their shot at revenge from being the bottom boys last year. Barry Zito was the 6'4", 220-pound free spirit of the trio and was glad to be included in the evening of fun. Jeff Cirillo had been in the National League and was only a one-year member of the Cum Club over there. Boone had told Jeff that in the American League, the man sex was usually pretty simple and consisted of maybe servicing one guy with a quick blowjob. Bret Boone would be wrong tonight. Boone, whose nickname is "Tarzan", is in great shape from working out and his chest, arms, legs and butt could probably win at a bodybuilding contest. Cirillo, though not as buff as Boone, still has one of the best butts in baseball. It was those butts that would be under attack first tonight. Bret and Jeff arrived and there was to be no small talk. "Get your asses in here, strip down and get onto the bed!" Hudson barked. Jeff and Bret followed orders and as soon as they got on the bed. Hudson and Mulder fronted them. Mulder spread Boone's monster thighs; Hudson did the same to Cirillo. They hoisted those great legs up over their shoulders and they came to a rest there. Mulder and Huddie then put their hands in the small of the Mariner boys’ backs and shoved them up so that their muscle butts were elevated. Both Huddie and Mulder spread the tight butt cheeks of their two soon-to-be play toys and with their puff beards tickled the anal openings of the two unsuspecting Seattle sluts. "Oh my God!" Cirillo blurted out as his ass hole quivered with excitement. He had never been touched like that before and the rubbing of Hudson whiskers on his anal opening was exciting. His cock began to grow and harden. "Mulder man, keep rubbing my hole with you ‘stache!" Bret screamed. Mark was surprised to see a bit of ass juice begin to flow from Boone's pucker hole. On each side of the bed, Barry had placed a red bag hanging from a movable I-V holder. In the bag was some of his special mixture. "Hey Huddie," Zito said, "I figured you wanted something special for these two, so I passed on the slippery dick, hard dick, nutcracker, orgasm, blowjob or deep throat shooters. I mixed up a special version of the Huddie Hooter for you and a Mulder Miles of Smiles for Mark." "Great job, Barry, because when we're done with these two, all of those other things will have happened to them anyway," Tim answered back "Hey Zites, what's in these?" "The Hudson Hooter has some Vodka, Amaretto, Grenadine and O juice. Mark, yours is mainly Canadian Club, Peppermint Schnapps and Amaretto. There is enough in each bag to light them up, and figured you guys would enjoy it too." "You are the man Barry!!" Mark said. Barry handed his two friends a rubber hose with an 8-9 inch flexible tip on it. Mark and Tim immediately inserted the end of the makeshift enema into Cirillo's and Boone's beautiful butt holes. And Barry opened the valves on the bags so that the cocktail started draining into them. "Mark, make sure that tube is in all the way and stays deep inside their butts. That way the booze will be absorbed quickly and these two hunk-studs will become very playful, very quickly." Mark, while supporting and elevating Boone's butt reached around and began to massage the massive chest Bret had spent so much time working on. As their rectums began to fill up with the super shooters, both Mariner men began to moan. It was only a couple of minutes before all the A's alcohol treat had been emptied into the baseball boys’ butts. Barry shut off the valve and collected the hoses. He removed the flexible tips and Hudson and Mulder rocked the two Seattle studs for about 15 minutes and the liquor was quick to take effect. "Give me back that hose, Barry: I think Jeffy is ready to drink some. How about Boone? Is he ready to get lit up some more?" "Yeah, he's got that shitfaced look about him," Mark exclaimed. Zito handed the hoses back to his two buddies and they shoved them back deep into their rivals’ rumps. Then Tim gave Mark the hose coming from Cirillo and Mark gave Tim Bret's hose. They each gently blew into the hose and then sucked gently. The liquid began to flow slowly out and they shoved the open hose into Jeff's and Bret's mouth and told them to drink. Slowly, the liquid from Cirillo's butt was being fed into Bret and vice versa. "That should get them really high." The two boys must have drunk a quart of the liquid when Mark and Tim pulled the plugs on them. "Let's see if there is any left for us." Again, the two hunky pitchers lifted the now drunken bad boys up, spread their cheeks and began to suck their hot holes. Cirillo's sweet ass gave Hudson a mouthful of great mixture and Bret's ass essence was a mouthful for Mulder. Mulder said, "You guys ready for the real fun now?" "Bring it on!" Cirillo chirped. The leftie, Mulder, grabbed Bret's big boy cock and wrapped his left leg around Boone's huge left thigh. The right-handed Hudson took Jeff's jock stick and entwined his right leg around Cirillo's. As they stroked them, the two sexy Seattle guys groaned with the hand job they were getting. Barry straddled their two free legs and the ambidextrous Zito began to finger both their assholes, scratching their hotspots and causing them to ooze a huge amount of pre-cum. Between having their prostate pushed and the rapid fire stroking from Huddie and Mark, there was a Seattle sperm flow that went everywhere. "Aaaahhhhh," groaned Boone. Ooooohhhhhhh," moaned Cirillo. Both these Safeco studs were very playful and wanted more...they took turns deep-throating the Zito stick and while Barry did Bret, Jeff and Tim shared spit, something that turned Jeff on so much he then begged Huddie to fuck him. When Barry finished force-feeding both their throats, Mulder and Hudson positioned Boone's and Cirillo's heads side-by-side so Zites could spray them with his Barry boy juice. Jeff and Bret then gave each other's face a tongue bath. Mark didn't give Boone the chance to beg. He spread those magnificent legs and inserted his Mulder stick in and plowed the pro’s butt for over an hour. Jeff, who normally was not into man-sex, was the perfect fuck buddy for Huddie. Huddie may be somewhat of a country boy, but the guy knows how to fuck ass. Tim did him from the back the side and the front, each time arousing Cirillo's stick to ooze a huge amount of his Jeff jizz. Zito, who had not faced the Mariners during the weekend series, finished each boy off by sucking and draining them dry. As the liquor began to wear off, the exhausted Mariners said they looked forward to an upcoming rematch in Oakland next week. Cirillo and Boone both said, "Even if we win on the field, we want to lose to you after." "You will get a better dose next time," Hudson promised.