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***The following is a work of fiction*** Bergy was more than depressed; he was devastated and totally deflated. He only showed a bit of his disappointment to the media after failing to land his jump in the aerial ski competition at the Olympics. That fall took him from first place to last in the field of 12. The defending gold medallist was crushed. His teammate, Joe Pack, had managed a silver medal and was elated, for himself but his heart went out to his team leader. In the stands at the competition were two major league baseball players, just in Salt Lake for one last night of fun before reporting back to Tucson for the opening of spring training. Bobby Witt, the 38-year-old 6'2", 205-pound hottie, had not been offered a contract and was in limbo land. Meanwhile David Dellucci, the 5'10" 195 pound muscle stud heartthrob, had just negotiated a mega-contract for this next season. Up close they could not get over the amazing facial resemblance between Witt and Pack: they could have been twins, except at 5'9" and 175 pounds, Pack was much smaller than Bobby. Still the similarity in their faces was astonishing. The 14 year difference in their ages could not be discerned, either, when seen side by side; Witt still had a youthful face and well-conditioned body. They decided to approach Pack and see what he said. Little did they know what the quick thinking Pack would conjure up. Once the crowd dissipated and Pack was on his way back to his residence in Park City, the two big leaguers confronted him. Pack couldn't get over the resemblance, and asked these two studs to come back to his house. He already had an idea on how to handle his best buddy, Eric Bergoust. 'AirBergy' was staying at Joe's house during the Olympics. Pack knew that with the terrible defeat, Eric would try to find refuge in the room and not want to see anyone. Pack had to make sure of just one thing before getting back home. He requested to see each of the guys separately for just a minute. He asked Dellucci if he could handle being involved in some man sex, and then pulled Witt over to him for the same question. Both of these adventurous hunks said yes. Seems both Bobby and David had become quite experienced with each other, enjoying each other's solid muscle bodies, and were anxious to have one big fling in Salt Lake. That desire would come true. Pack told the duo from the desert that Bergy always has had his way with him, and has always ended up on top, both in the ski competitions and in the bedroom. He just wanted to see the two of them totally dominate his guy. Pack's place was very comfortable and when the trio got there, Eric was already in his lounging clothes and had a brew in his hand and fire lit. At 6' and 165, his body was a perfect 10, and he had movie star looks. Eric had cool sideburns and slightly spiked black hair that was just beginning to recede. In a word, the 33 year old Eric Bergoust was HOT. Pack, on the other hand, is not as impressive physically; he stands 5 feet 9 and weighs a solid 175 pounds. Joe Pack is just one of those guys whom you'd like to fuck, and because of his continual experience as Bergy's bottom boy, he actually does it better than just about anybody. To get really turned on and perform at his best, Pack needs an adrenaline rush, needs to live on the edge. Seeing his depressed buddy get worked over by these two baseball studs would give him that edge, a real rush, much more than his daredevil ski jumping. "Pack, man...why the hell did you bring anyone back here with you? You know when I lose I can't stand having to deal with people," Eric said angrily. "Take it easy Bergy. These guys just wanted to meet you and pay their condolences for your shit ass performance." "You'll pay for that, Pack," Bergy shot back. "You'll pay later." "Not tonight, Eric. You've had it coming for a long time. Tonight, I’m going to be the one who puts you in your fuckin place, that is after Bobby and David work your body over. You'll be so glad to fuck me, and that's how it is going to be from now on." Witt came over and stared into Eric's steel blue eyes and Bergy could not believe the resemblance. Witt, however had a physical advantage of inches and pounds that Pack did not. David got behind Bergy and between the two of them they easily wrestled the ski stud to the floor. Witt and Dellucci put leg and arm locks around Eric and then Pack got in his face. "Bergy, I'm just going to get off on watching these two twist and turn your body every which way but loose and let them ream your ass till you think you are gonna die. Then I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you." "C'mon Pack, don't do this. I..." Before Eric could finish his sentence, Joe slapped his face. And so it began. The baseball buddies began to spread Bergy's fine legs and they took turns stroking his dick, squeezing his balls and fingering his asshole. Witt then moved up Bergy's bod and began to massage his chest and chewed his nipples till Bergy couldn't take it any longer. "Stop it, dammit! Stop it! Please no more; I can't take it you chewing on me like that." "Awwww Bergy can't take it," Pack chimed in. "Your 33 year old ass is all washed up. It's my time now." "GRRRR, You wanna step outside? I got more good years left in me than you'll be around, sucka. I've made it this far without properly taking care of my body and I believe our bodies are the strongest in our thirties. I know mine can be. All I have to do is to go pump iron in a cement building with meatheads. The only exercise you get is thrusting your hips when I'm screwing your Pack canal." Pack shot back, "Bergy, you ain't goin’ nowhere tonight except down. Keep chewing on those nipples, boys: Hearing him beg is like music to my ears." But the baseball boys had ideas of their own by this time. David knew he could handle Eric all by himself, so he told Bobby to go and screw around with his mirror image. Witt got up and went over to Pack. It wasn't long before Witt had Pack on his back and under his control. David meanwhile had gotten totally on top of Bergy and was swallowing the skier's slick straight-as-a-ski-pole cock and taking it all the way down his throat. Eric moaned continually and finally got the idea to suck off on Dellucci's manstick. As soon as David felt the lips, mouth and tongue of AirBergy on his 10-inch super thick Italian salami, he began to thrust his hips up and down until his entire cock was sliding in and out of Bergy's mouth and throat. Bergy grabbed and squeezed David's butt and ran his hands along the fantastic hamstring muscles on the back of DD's legs. David slurped the cock, nibbled his nuts and was able to elevate the flexible body so that he could lick the aerial artist's asshole and get Eric even hotter. "MMMMggllppppphhhhhhh, ooohhhhhgglllggppphhh," gurgled Eric as having the huge Dellucci dick crammed into his throat muffled the pleasure sounds. David’s fingers were now shooting in and out of Bergy's butt hole at will and David knew this guy needed to be fisted. David rolled off of Eric and got between his legs, elevated his torso and began the process of getting his hand inside AirBergy's ass. Bergy's perfect butt and hole were now an easy target and David began with one finger, teased the boy's prostate and then got down to business. Two, three, four fingers and then his entire hand was inside the flip artist. Bergy rocked and rolled as David moved him from side to side, stomach to back and at one point got him to do a head stand. Witt had stayed close by so that Pack could enjoy seeing his ski buddy take everything in. David yelled over to Witt, "He is ready for you to fuck him, Bobby." Bobby got off of Pack and went over, and before Bergy could move, Witt had taken Eric's powerful legs and lifted and rested them on his shoulders. Witt's cock was a good inch longer than David's and at 5" in diameter, a bit thicker. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Eric moaned as Bobby slid his giant stick into Bergy. David came over to Pack and said, "OK Pack, I'm going to have to drain your cock while my boy Bobby finishes off with Eric." "That wasn't what we talked about." "Shut up, you know you want it. I'm going to suck you off then stick my cock up your Pack pucker hole and fuck your brains out." For the next two hours, the baseball duo fucked the ski studs over and over. Bergy's and Pack's bodies were twisted, turned, spindled and put into every imaginable position. The groans of pleasure that came from the room were a testimonial that all these guys were enjoying the night. David gave Pack his number to call him in Tucson. He wanted to know how the rest of the evening turned out. Pack called a day and a half later. He told David that he had a nightlong fuckfest with Eric and that Bergy is now his bottom boy.