Stories of Gay Sex in Sports

By Donovan Starr

There is nothing hotter than a sweaty, muscular athlete and these four stories will keep your blood hot and moving.
Bottom of the Ninth
Sam, a confident and fiercely sexual gay man works his way into straight and hunky right-fielder Eric Sanderson’s bedroom. Soon they develop a tradition—a wild sex romp during the bottom of the ninth—but the tradition can last so long and they are running out of daring places to play. Sam is more than willing to raise the stakes to keep the tradition alive and their romps more dangerous.

Bottom of the Ninth
Dustin admires the male form like no other, so he chronicles male beauty on his blog. By day, he is the lead journalist for the Rochester Renegades football team. Quarterback Trent ‘Tiger’ Thompson is the finest specimen he’s ever seen, but he’s barely seen what he has to offer, even in the locker room. When Dustin chronicles Trent, with a sexy shower picture, he is confronted with the choice to lose his job or live out his dreams.

Wrestling with Desire
Dave has a third degree case of the hots for hunky Irish pro wrestler Darcy Ryan. When he attends a live match to see his best friend square off against Darcy, an accident foils what could have been a classic match. Dave must know whether it was an accident or if Darcy did it on purpose. In either case, Dave is determined to advance upon the man of his lusty dreams and to have his way.

Banging my Bowling Buddy
Rich knows all about sexual tension. People don’t even have to like each other to experience copious amounts of it. But, when it strikes, he believes they must act on it and that they are a sexual ticking time bomb. Such tension is brewing between him and his bowling buddy Stephen. He accepts an invitation to a private, late-night bowling session to prove his theory.

Meant for mature readers. Do not download if you are under 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Derek
• Release date: Sep 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301652136

Donovan Starr

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Stories of Gay Sex in Sports

By Donovan Starr

Published by Seductive Dreams Press at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Donovan Starr

Bottom of the 9th

Sam removed the straps from the beer tray that had been slung to his shoulder, stocked the remaining beer in the fridge, and dreamed of the romp on the horizon. Eric Sanderson, the right fielder for the Buffalo Bisons, looked as good going as he did coming, and he was dying to leak their little secret to the city. But, if he did, it wouldn’t be their little secret anymore. It wouldn’t be special. The naughty act that was quickly becoming a home game tradition would be killed.

Watching a nearby monitor, he saw that the ninth inning was rapidly approaching. Beer sales ended during the seventh inning stretch and he couldn’t wait to finish working. That would give him just enough time to be ready for Eric. They had fucked once, not realizing that they essentially shared a workplace, even though one of them worked on the field and the other in the stands.

Sam had spotted Eric in a club on West Chippewa Street downtown and thought that he looked as sexy in person as he did in his uniform. At age twenty, he had reached the minors and had been a hit in Buffalo. His flowing brown hair curled at his neck and he was one of few guys Sam had ever seen who could wear a cleft chin perfectly. His body, as Sam would later discover, was the leanest he had experienced and he had never seen someone so eager in bed.

Alcohol greased the wheels well enough, but Sam knew he could’ve seduced the hunky baseball player dry. His willingness to apply himself and risk everything just for the chance to bounce on Eric Sanderson’s mattress had stunned him. Because he worked in the stands, he got to watch him in action, but he seldom saw him up close. What he wouldn’t give to see him as close as possible. That had led to discrete touching in the bar, kissing in the car and an invitation to Eric’s riverfront apartment.

After their first go at it, they learned that they liked each other. Granted, they didn’t like each other enough to pursue a romantic relationship—Eric couldn’t take that risk as long as he played pro baseball—but they figured the whole no-strings-attached attitude was overrated. Besides, Sam knew when he liked something and, when he found it, he liked to stick to it. Thankfully, Eric was likeminded.

Bedroom quickies were for chumps—they discovered that they shared that philosophy, too. If they were going to meet up for fun, they might as well do it somewhere unique, somewhere dangerous. The heightened excitement would add to the intensity of it all. Various areas of the stadium had become the setting for their adventures, but they had always happened while they game was still in progress.

The bottom of the ninth was their chosen time, mostly because it was the only time in which Eric could sneak away and in which no one would notice Sam’s absence. Eric had had to concoct numerous excuses to slip away and Sam lauded him as a genius for it. The first time, he’d said he was sick, but had insisted that the team doctor not examine him. The second time, a legitimate injury had knocked him out of the game during the top of the eighth, but he had managed to reach Sam by their appointment time.

The third time, he had purposely gotten himself thrown out of the game for arguing with an umpire. Trivial matters were great to get the umpire’s motor running, Eric had claimed, and he had argued that he was safe at second base even when he, the umpire and twenty thousand spectators knew that he was out. That one would cost him some money when the fine notice rolled in, but Eric insisted that it was worth it.

Locations varied from the storage room where Sam’s beer and supplies were kept, to the vacated will call ticket booth and the Buffalo Bisons locker room. All of the cool places to fuck, it seemed, had already been