Bennington's Place

by Gabriel Garçonnière

  I teased the massive mushroom head with my tongue before gliding the shaft down my throat until the stall wall touched my nose. The body on the other side of the wall began to buck back and forth, fucking my mouth through the hole in the wall. I gripped the base of his rod as if I were going to pull him through the wall and began to jack him off. I kept my jaw wrapped tightly around the cock and sucked as hard as I could.

  A faint grunt from over the wall told me he was about to come. I released my wet warm grip on the cock and continued to stroke him, keeping close so I could lavish his load across my face. His ejaculate was immense and stung me on the cheek like a bullet. I gave his dick a few more strokes, milking it for every drop, and then reached for some tissue to wipe my face. The cock disappeared back through the hole and I heard the sound of a zipper. I expected to see an inviting mouth at the hole in the wall, waiting to receive my own cock. Instead, I heard the unlocking of the stall door and my mystery man heading out the door.

  I came out of my stall to wash my hands and check my face in the mirror. The last thing I wanted was for Randy to see me with sperm on my face. I decided not to pursue the guy I had just sucked off, not even to get a look at his face. Why spoil the mystery and intrigue? Besides, it was probably some married guy who wouldn’t give me the time of day otherwise, who sought out blowjobs from gay guys because his wife wouldn’t do it for him. I decided not to tell Randy what happened either.

  The Cards won the game the next day eight to three. Randy and I didn’t miss a game the whole season. Randy even caught a fly ball in the stands when the Cardinals were up against the Mets for the Championship. We hung around outside the locker room after the game to see if he could get the batter to sign the ball. He was a twenty-four year old rookie named Edward and this was his first season.

  “Hi guys. Oh, you are the lucky one who caught that, huh,” Edward said taking the ball from Randy.

  To have played such an intense game, Edward looked like he had just stepped off of his baseball card, all shiny and clean. I love a fresh man straight from the showers, but something told me I probably wouldn’t have minded his sweaty body that had gone into the showers either. He had scorching blue eyes and sandy blond hair. He was very tan and lean, with a cute baby face and dimples. His smile glistened like a brand new jersey. He personalized the ball for Randy and then invited us to a local bar for the victory celebration. Most of the team would be there and he agreed to introduce us. Randy and I squealed with excitement like teenage fans of a boy band.

  The last game of the championship was the following day. If the Cards won, they’d be headed to the World Series against the Detroit Tigers. If the Cardinals win this series, they’ll have the most World Series Championship wins in the National League. Randy was running late and called and told me to meet him at the stadium. When he arrived, he was grinning ear to ear.

  “What gives?” I asked.

  Randy was quiet. He giggled and just looked at the empty field with a glazed look on his face. I knew that look anywhere. He’d gotten laid.

  “Hello!” I yelled in his ear and snapped my fingers in front of his face. He shook his head, coming out of his daydream.

  “Oh! Man, you won’t believe what happened last night after you left!”

  “At the bar?”

  “Yeah. Sorta.”

  “Well, Tell me! What’d I miss?”

  “After you left, I stayed at the bar with Edward till they closed down. We were walking to the parking lot together, and he asked me if I wanted to come back to his place. I didn’t think much about it, so I said okay.”

  “What? Are you serious?”

  “Yeah, man. I fucked him.”

  “You gotta be lying. I don’t believe you,” I laughed. I actually did believe him and was trying to hide my jealousy.

  “And get this, he wanted you to come along.”

  “A three way?”

  “Yeah, man. You missed out.”

  “What didn’t you call me?”

  “I tried. Your cell phone was turned off.”

  “My one chance to have sex with a baseball player, and I missed it. And not just any player either—the Cards!”

  “And you could have had sex with me,” Randy joked.

  “Oh, shut up!”

  The Cardinals won the game that day. Randy and I were stoked and bought our series tickets for the first home game right away. This would be the third Series meeting between the Tigers and the Cardinals. St. Louis won the first in 1934, and Detroit won the second in1968; each went the full seven games. A few nights later, the Cardinals won the first game, but lost the second playing at Detroit’s home stadium. Then, they won the third game, the first of the series in our new stadium. Randy and I were afraid this was going to be quite a tug-o-war, and may end up going the full seven games again.

  Randy had said Edward wanted to hang out again, possibly after the Series was over. Since he had already been with Randy, I had no hopes of being included in the next round and wasn’t even sure if I wanted to be included. Who was I fooling? Turn down sex with a Cardinals player? Turn down sex with Randy? I’d play it all off like it was no big deal, but the truth is I’d be in heaven. Two of my fantasies would be playing out before me right at the same time!

  We were all on the edge of our seats in the fourth game when Detroit tied the score right in the ninth inning. Luckily a home run put the Cards back on top right at the end, giving them the fourth game win. Rain delayed the fifth game one night and the city was filled with tense momentum. The fifth game, right here in our hometown in the new stadium, was the perfect set up for the Cards to win the Series again. Everyone in the city was wearing red and ready to play ball, including Randy and I who had seats right behind home plate. But we’d have to wait one more night.

  Randy and I had been staying in a hotel room downtown within walking distance of the stadium during the home games. After the fifth game was definitely rained out, we were running back to the hotel when Randy’s cell phone rang. It was Edward and he wanted to know if Randy wanted to get a beer. Randy asked if it was okay if I tag along. I hated being a third wheel, but I thought it’d be cool to hang out with one of the players and at least talk about the Series. Edward had other plans in mind.

  We hurried back to the room to dry off and change clothes. Edward agreed to meet us in the hotel bar in about an hour. We figured it would be a little bit more private because all the sports bars nearby would be packed with fans. We were wrong. The hotel bar was just as packed, but Edward suggested that we just stay put because it’d take too long to drive around in the rain and with all the traffic. Luckily, he had come to the bar incognito just in case it was packed with fans. He was wearing plain clothes and a long trench coat, glasses, and a ball cap with no team logo on it. We wouldn’t have recognized him, but he walked right up when he saw us sitting at a pub table.

  I was surprised that Edward seemed just as interested in carrying on a conversation with me as he did with Randy. He was very respectful, and although we did talk about the World Series a little, it didn’t end up being the main topic of conversation. Edward bought us all about three rounds of shots in between drinking beer. He only drank about two because of the game the following day, but Randy and I each had about four. The bar announced last call just a few minutes before midnight and Edward picked up our tab.

  “You should let us pay you back,” I said.

  “If we win the Series tomorrow night, you guys can treat me next time,” Edward said.

  “It’s a deal. You guys are definitely going to win. You have to,” Randy said.

  “I sure hope so. Are you guys going to call it a night?” Edward said.

  Randy and I looked at each other and shrugged, speechless and buzzing.

  “We’re up for anything,” Randy said, hoping Edward might take the subtle hint.

  “I think I know a way you guys could pay me back tonight after all,” Edward said wide-eyed.

  Randy and I just smile
d at him and nodded.

  Up in our hotel room, he wasted no time getting undressed. Edward had a nice lean and solid build, with just a dash of hair down his chest and legs. He was the first of the three of us to be completely naked, and then he sat on the bed and watched Randy and I slowly undressing. Unintentionally, Randy and I had our backs to one another as we peeled off our clothes. Neither of us had seen each other completely naked, much less shared a Major League baseball player in bed as we were about to do. We turned to one another and, for a brief minute, admired each other’s physique.

  Sure, I had seen Randy shirtless plenty of times in the summer and at the gym. He had very dark skin and huge arms and pecs. His pecs were covered with a nice blanket of black trimmed hair. Like Edward, I was a bit leaner. No matter how hard I worked out at the gym, I never seemed to build any muscle. I had never seen Randy below the waist, or at least that’s what I thought. When our eyes glanced down to admire each other’s package, I immediately recognized Randy’s fat cock from the bathroom stall at the stadium. There was no time to confront him about it. By now, Edward had dropped to his knees and wrapped his hands around each of our cocks to pull us in closer.

  He took turns, sucking one of us while jacking the other off. I stared down at him and admired his skills. He was just as good at this as he was on the field. He smiled up at me with his eyes, his mouth filled with my rod. He fondled my balls while turning to service Randy’s thick cock. With no hesitation, Randy pulled me to him to kiss and neck. I pinched his nipples while Edward continued sucking us down below.

  Kissing Randy was unlike any guy I’d kissed before. Most guys I met at the bar kissed soft and gentle. Randy’s kiss was hard on the mouth and sloppy, the way you think a man should kiss. He licked my lips and sucked my tongue, totally in control. It excited me. I dropped to my knees to join Edward on Randy’s cock. We stroked it with our mouths down each side. I swallowed his thick meat, accustomed to its feel in my mouth already, while Edward sucked on Randy’s balls.

  I had yet to touch Edward’s cock and was dying to get my hands on it. I reached for it while we shared a kiss over Randy’s dick. Edward’s cock was a lot like mine, a long skinny pencil dick with not a lot of mass. But guys always wanted me to fuck them with it. I wanted Edward to fuck me. Edward stood up bringing his cock even with Randy’s. They kissed while I serviced them both, unable to stuff both of them in my mouth because Randy’s cock was so broad, but that didn’t keep me from trying. I glanced up through their rock hard poles to see Edward nibbling on one of Randy’s nipples. He cupped the top of my head with his hand and pulled me back away from their cocks to look up at them.

  “I think you need to get up on that bed,” Edward said to me.

  “Yes sir,” I said looking up at him. He didn’t have to ask me twice.

  In most of my bedroom situations, I had always been a top. Guys loved my long skinny dick because it didn’t hurt much going in but I was good at using it to hit all the right spots. I could make almost any guy come without him even having to touch himself while I fucked him. I had bottomed before, but couldn’t remember how long ago it had been. I was ready for Edward to break me back in if he wanted to.

  Randy sat in a chair by the bed stroking his cock while watching us. Edward pushed me down on my back and straddled my waist, pinning me beneath him. He was no bigger than me so I knew I could easily wrestle him off of me and overcome him, but I enjoyed letting him be in charge. He held my arms down on each side and forced his tongue into my mouth. I wanted to massage his shoulders or grab the back of his head, and I pretended to try to free my arms but he only held them down tighter. He pulled up from my face and just looked at me with his heavily sexed eyes.

  “You know I’m going to fuck you,” He said in a whisper.

  I closed my eyes and nodded.

  Edward moved from sitting across my waist to down between my legs. He let go of my arms and pushed my legs up into the air. I wrapped my hands behind my knees to hold my legs up for him, exposing my ass to his face. He spit hard into his hand, like a baseball player should, and rubbed his fingers in his palm. He reached for my tight hole and began to massage it with a finger or two, slowly easing them inside me to relax the silky flesh. I flexed my sphincter muscle attempting to pull his fingers deeper into me. Edward knelt to take my ball sack into his mouth, fondling each of my swelling balls with his tongue. He soon eased his mouth down to my ass, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He buried deep into me, lathering my hole with his warm spit.

  I turned my head to look at Randy, who was still sitting in the chair next to the bed and stroking his cock. His eyes were glued on me and Edward. I nodded for him to come over and join us. He got up and knelt over me, planting the big mushroom head of his rod right at my mouth. I opened my lips and took it in willingly, letting Randy fuck my face. With his knees above each of my shoulders, I was pinned to the bed again with a cock down my throat and a tongue in my crack. A night at the World Series didn’t get any better than this.

  Edward and Randy traded kisses over me while Randy continued fucking my mouth and Edward fucked my ass with his fingers and tongue. In between my own moans, I heard Edward ask Randy if he should fuck me now. Randy told him to go ahead. Just as I had imagined, Edward didn’t hurt much going in, especially after he had toyed with my ass using his fingers to loosen me up. It was when the tip of his long slender cock tapped my prostate that I buckled beneath Randy like a wild horse.

  Unable to move from the weight of Randy’s legs pinned on each side of my head, I jolted from the extreme sensation of Edward’s deep thrust, and I forced Randy’s cock farther down my throat. I felt myself gag briefly, but was unable to pull away to catch my breath since Randy’s cock was so thick. Luckily, Randy pulled his dick out of my mouth which gave me a chance to recover. In the meantime, Edward had been sliding his long cock in and out of me nice and slow. Each time his cock hit that certain spot, my chest heaved beneath Randy and I let out a quick moan of pleasure. This excited Randy. He slapped my face with his cock and began to talk dirty.

  “You like Ed’s cock in you? Does that feel good? You like Ed fucking you?”

  I never had a chance to respond. Randy shoved his cock back in my mouth. He gripped his large hands around the back of my head and force fed me his massive rod. Edward had picked up speed too and was now plowing my ass with his bat; his balls slapping hard against my ass. I could feel my own load pulsing through my groin. My heavy breathing intensified, letting them know I was about to come.

  I shot so hard that it hurt. My load sprayed across Randy’s back. Edward reached down and milked my writhing cock for more. I attempted to pull his hands away from my convulsing dick, now twitching with sensitivity, but Edward held both of my arms away with one hand while he continued to service me with his other. I twisted beneath Randy like a patient tied to a hospital bed. Randy was close. He pulled his cock quickly from my mouth and sprayed a warm load of jizz across my face and the bed. I licked at it with my tongue.

  At about the same time, Edward pulled his cock out of me. He gripped it in his hand along with my limp cock and began to jack us off using my come for lube. I felt his load land across my stomach and probably onto Randy’s back as well. Randy and Edward collapsed on top of me in a heap of sweat and juice, the sound of our breathing was the only thing breaking the silence.

  “I hope I didn’t wear you out too hard for tomorrow night’s game,” I said to Edward.

  “Nah. I needed this work out. Hell, it might even improve my game.”

  And I guess it did. With over 46,000 fans in attendance, the Cardinals beat Detroit and won the series the following night. The score had been 2 to 2 all the way till the eighth inning when Edward scored a home run and began paving the way for the Cardinals to take the win. One more home run at the bottom of the ninth was all it took. Randy was so excited he grabbed my ball cap off my head and threw it in the air.

  “Man, this is so awesome! I knew the Cardinals could
do it. What a perfect end to the first season in the new stadium, huh?”

  “Yeah. I can’t wait to congratulate Edward,” I said.

  “Did you have fun last night?” Randy asked.

  “Oh yeah, it was hot. What about you?”

  “Dude, I haven’t had sex like that since my glory days.”

  “Or what about glory holes?” I asked him with a smirk.

  At a loss for words, Randy punched me on the shoulder like a teenage school kid. I punched him back. He was silent for a moment and just looked at me. A silly grin grew across his face and we began to laugh. We’d both scored and hit a homerun.

  A Picture of Low Cay

  In 1660, a British pirate discovered the Bajo Nuevo Reef located in the teal blue waters of the western Caribbean Sea. The reef consists of two atoll-like isles separated by a deep channel. The larger of the two islands covers an area of about one hundred kilometers with a large section of dry desolate land in the middle known as the Low Cay.

  Columbia claims Bajo Nuevo as part of the islands that make up San Andres and Providencia. These islands were occupied by the U.S. military in the late 19th century, but most were returned to Columbia in 1982. However, the Guano Islands Act specifically names the Bajo Nuevo Islands as still belonging to the United States. So, it is unsure if the two tiny islands were returned to the Columbians or not. Since the islands are so small, I don’t think anyone cares who they belong to.

  Although Bajo Nuevo is unoccupied, the Low Cay is home to a light house. The Low Cay is only about five feet tall at its highest point and extremely barren, made up of dead coral, driftwood, and white sand. Its light house stands sixty-nine feet tall. It is a white metal tower with a red top, emitting a beam of light as two white flashes about every ten seconds. A permit for any landing or stay would be required by the Honduran coast guard which patrols the Caribbean waters around Bajo Nuevo. I have such a permit for only one reason. I operate the light house.