He was hot, and I was horny. I couldn’t believe how he had set down my Indians in the first three innings…1,2,3…then 4,5,6…7,8,9….no hits, not even a glimmer of a walk. His 6’5”, 200 pound lanky body was sweating up a storm. His hair glistened in the stadium lights every time he’d remove his cap to wipe his forehead. Mark Mulder was even better looking in person than any of his pictures. I got to watch him come and go from the dugout after each inning he pitched. It was a toss up whether it was better watching him going into, or coming out of the dugout. His skinny, yet muscular frame was accentuated by the apparently large package that stuck out from his crotch area. Mark ended up winning the game 17-4 and I waited outside the exit from the stadium to follow the team bus back to the hotel. Mulder was one of the last ones off the bus and he went straight to his room. He was not rooming with anyone. I gave him a minute, in hopes that he would have started to take his shirt off and then I knocked. There he was, towering over me with just his pants on and a towel draped over his shoulder. “Oh, I thought it was room service, they have been real nice the last two nights to have something for me as soon as I get in from the ballpark. Who are you?” “Mark. I was at the game tonight, seated in the front row right over your dugout and I gotta tell you, I have seen some mighty hot pitchers over the last few years, but you have to be the hottest thing to hit Cleveland.” Mark was a bit embarrassed and said, “Thanks, but I’m not gay. I get hit on in every city we go to. Now if you would just leave.” “Oh, I’m not gay, I’m a professional escort and I want to offer my services free of charge. I will do anything you want.” “I told you I am not interested in anything to do with man sex, so please leave.” Just then the hotel room service arrived and Mark tipped the guy and got back to me. “I’ll make a deal with you: let me just stay for 5 minutes, you agree to let me do one thing to you and if, after that, you want me to leave, I’m outta here.” “One thing?” “One thing.” Mark nodded, figuring he could deal with this, it would be over, and not cause a stir or bring any attention to himself, or cause an incident. We closed the door and I removed the towel from around his shoulders. I pushed him back towards the bed, undid his belt, unzipped his pants and slid them down over his fine-muscled thighs and well-defined calves. I sat him on the bed and took his rather large cock in my hand and started to stroke it gently. I cupped his balls and then eased my mouth over his large mushroom head. My tongue swirled around his corona and I found the spot that made him groan. I teased him at that spot and he got stiff as a board. Soon I was able to navigate his entire 12 inches. He was enjoying this blowjob like no other guy I have ever given head to. At the five-minute ‘mark’, I asked him if he wanted me to go. “No, man, you have to finish what you started.” “OK, but here are the rules Mulder: I’m staying, and I get to do any and everything to you. I promise you will not regret a minute of what will happen to you tonight.” By now all Mulder wanted to do was shoot his load, as I had brought him to the brink, and then let him down. Mulder was now my boy toy for the evening. I pushed him farther onto the bed and got between those handsome legs of his and locked them around me. I began to give him a hand job with my right hand and massaged the area between his balls and his asshole. He moaned and groaned, but I could do better. I got down on the floor on my knees and began to lick that same area and that sent him into a frenzy. I decided to finger him as I stroked his amazingly long rod. His hot hole took my finger and I vibrated it and teased his prostate. Each time I would rub his hot spot, his hips would buck and I knew he was ready to be milked…for the first, but not last, time. I positioned myself back on the bed and yanked him hard and pushed on his hot gland and he spurted the first load onto his stomach. “Ah, Mark, we can do better than that.” As Mark groaned, “Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh”, I pulled that hard muscle again and he shot a load that made it to his chest. “That’s better, Mulder.” Mark, 24-year-old stud that he is, shot a total of 5 huge loads and 2 smaller ones before he was dry heaving. He thought he was done for the night. Wrong. Over the next few hours, Mulder would be fucked and sucked in every way imaginable. He especially liked the rolling 69 that we did. I must have made that pretty boy cum 20 different times and I left knowing that Mulder had been milked perfectly. “I’m going to follow the Indians out to Oakland for their 4 games later in August. What night are you going to be free for me again?” I said jokingly. “All four,” was his reply. “OK, Mark, I’ll bring some toys for us to play with.”
