My [F]irst [M]ajor League Baseball Fuck | 2016

There are three things I hate about football season. The first is that once football starts, summer is pretty much over. The second is that I have to go back to work (I’m an English professor). The third is that I’ll have to wait until April until I have something to cheer about.

You guessed it: I’m a baseball girl and my team is not going to the play-offs.

I fucked my first Major League Baseball player the other night. No, he isn’t on my hometown team. No, I’m not going to tell you his name. Yes, he plays my favorite position (you will have to guess).

The best part about this whole thing is that I never was nor will I ever be a jersey chaser. I’m simply a fan. I’m a very loyal, very informed fan. In other words, I talk a really good game and could probably be a hometown commentator if it wasn’t for the fact that I would mention how great a reliever’s ass looks as he’s jogging out to take the mound.

My MLB player answered my Casual Encounter ad on Craigslist. I’ve had other guys claim to be ball players, and I’ve even had sex with a few guys who had played minor ball at some point in their lives, but I’ve never fucked a current player before. I couldn’t believe my luck.

He was smart about it. Instead of bragging about being a MLB player, he simply sent a picture of himself in the dug-out in warm-up gear and mentioned that he was in town for the duration of the series. I bit hard.

When he showed up at my place, he peeled himself out of the cab like all big men need to do. I liked it that he bothered to wear a nicely pressed button-down shirt and jeans even though it was after two o’clock in the morning. He had a nice face, great hair, and very broad shoulders.

We kissed briefly, I showed him around downstairs, and we grabbed a beer and headed to my room. I couldn’t help but ask him a million questions about baseball. I’ve been into the game since I was really young, and it was such a cool thing to get to chat with an elite athlete who plays my favorite sport.

He also seemed really nervous. Later he admitted that this was the first time he had answered a Craigslist advertisement for sex, and he was worried about the potential fall-out. It took us about an hour of getting to know each other—him on my chair and me across the room on my loveseat—before he walked over and planted one on my forehead.

“Are you leaving now?” I wasn’t sure if we were going to get naked or if he was going to back-out at this point.

“Do you want me to leave?” I opened my mouth and kissed him long and hard as my answer.

I walked over to my bed and climbed on beckoning him with my eyes. He followed willingly and began to take off his shoes. Then off came my sweat pants. His shirt was slowly, meticulously unbuttoned only to reveal the best pectoral muscles I’ve ever seen in person.

I’m a fan of arms and torsos and all of that, but when he got out of his pants, I almost lost it. There they were: thick, bulging, enormous thighs standing there at the side of my bed. I normally go straight for the cock in this situation, but I could not get enough of those legs. Let me tell you—I will never complain about doing squats again!

I ran my fingers lightly up and down his thighs and he moaned slightly. Then I took his ample penis in my mouth and began working my magic. For those of you who have not read my posts here or on my blog—I LOVE giving head. I do it often, I do it happily, and I do it with abandon. I even write posts for women to get better at it. I’m serious. I’m a dick sucking connoisseur.

Finally, I let up enough for him to climb on the bed with me. I popped his cock back in my mouth while he was lying on his back groaning.

“Is that too much?” I’ve learned that not all men like as much pressure as I like to give.

“No, that’s perfect.” I took that as a hint to keep working my mouth and hands up and down his shaft with plenty of spit. God, I love sucking cock! “What do you want to do next?” he pretended to be all coy about it.

“I have a little box of condoms on my dresser,” I pointed across the room. “Want me to grab one?”

He stayed on his back and I took charge. Soon I was riding him pretty hard. I grabbed on to those amazing pectoral muscles, and he reached up to suck my nipples. I rocked back and forth and he grabbed on to my hips to help me. Then I felt the sloshing between my legs. He smiled knowingly and reached up to my shoulders and pushed me down onto his cock even harder.

At times squirting fucks up sex. It gets too wet and I stop feeling the pressure of the penis inside of me. With a very strong man pushing me into him, I did not have that problem this time. I felt the tug that comes pre-cum, and the tingling moved up my pelvis.

I came just hard enough to take him over the edge. I’ve been told that my pussy clamps on pretty tight when I’m cumming, so this bam!bam! happens quite a bit for me. He bucked a few times and then had a couple aftershocks.

I figure we’ve both had better sex in our lives, but it was still pretty damn good. Then I rolled over and got up to get a warm towel for us and noticed that my bed was completely saturated. We both giggled about me having to sleep in the wet spot, he called his cab, and I sent him back to the fancy hotel where out-of-town professional athletes stay.

And, because it’s just too fucking tempting not to use a baseball metaphor when it comes to sex—I’d say that we didn’t exactly hit it out of the park, but we still rounded the bases on a sacrifice (my damp mattress) fly.

Sorry. I couldn’t resist.