Umpire and Player P02

The season was just getting ready to start, the final spring training games were underway. Spring training was also a time for the Umps to get in shape, to re-hone their skill set before the season begins.  Carl had been in Florida for about six weeks now and he was feeling a bit lonely, single and not one for the clubs, his closeted life left him isolated.  He did have dinner a few nights a week with his fellow umps and he had good friends there, and while they were friends, they just were not good enough friends to warm his bed.  And honestly, he was getting tired of stroking off.

He'd gotten to the park early, what else was there to do he’d thought.  He drove into the parking lot which the umpires shared with the players and pulled into a spot.  A sporty convertible – a Benz, he later found out – pulled into the spot beside him, music blaring.  He glanced but didn’t really look, just drawn by the movement and noise. He shut off his engine, popped his trunk and stepped out.  He walked to the back of the car, no longer paying attention to the car beside him, to grab his gear.

“Carl, it’s good to see you.” He heard and it was only then that he looked up and saw Hal.  He hadn’t changed much since last year, his head was still shaved but his blue-green eyes were hidden, protected from the Florida sun by mirrored sunglasses.  He had the tiniest belly which was new. He was never a six-pack guy but the belly had been flat, now it was slightly rounded. From what Carl could see, he still looked sexy as fuck, though.

“Hal, how are you doing? Off season treated you well, I see,” Carl teased as he nodded towards Hal. They stepped closer together and Carl rubbed Hal’s belly and quickly glancing around, and seeing no one, quickly let his hand slip down and squeeze Hal’s cock before stepping away.

Hal also took a step back, distancing himself from that touch, looking around a bit panicked that someone would have seen.  He relaxed when he saw that one was around. He popped his own trunk and grabbed his duffle.  They walked together chatting amiably about nothing as they headed towards the respective locker rooms. 

There was a small, covered section, a short tunnel that led down and into the underground facilities and as soon as they were through the door and it had closed behind them, Hal grabbed Carl and swung them into the wall, he leaned up, ever so slightly and kissed Carl.

Then pulled away, saying, “Damn I missed your cock. I wish we could have made time during the off season.”  His hand groped Carl’s crotch, causing Carl’s cock to bounce and come to life.

“We need to be careful here.  A lot of eyes on spring training, a lot of cameras.  It wouldn’t be good for either of us to get caught,” Carl warned, even though he’d take the risk to brush Hal’s cock outside.

“I know, and that’s why I stepped back at the cars.” Hal offered, “Careful is the word of the day.”

They separated and moved on down the tunnel, a second later the outside door opened, and another team member entered.

“Hey Hal” he called.

“Hey Chuck,” Hal replied,

“Hey sorry I couldn’t make the engagement party, my wife was having some issues with the new baby,” Chuck offered.

Hal and Chuck continued to chat as they headed into the locker room and Carl continued on to the Ump’s room.  He hadn’t known that Hal was engaged and that kind of threw him for a bit of a loop, and he wasn’t sure why.

The game that afternoon was a quick one, with few hits, and nothing dramatic happening.  Carl was the first base umpire for today’s game. Hal had gone 0-4 and never made it to first base which meant that they didn’t get a chance to interact, not that they would have had much of one, in any case.  He was back in the umpire’s room when his cell went off.

He didn’t answer it as he was just heading to the showers.  They’d leave a message, whoever it was, he thought.  He stood under the water, letting it cascade down is smooth black skin, massaging muscles and as he was alone, tugging on his cock as he thought of the series last season and the time he spent with Hal.  He wasn’t alone in the locker room, just the showers, he knew that, and he didn’t want to get himself hard but he was well on the way. He turned the water to cold and let it flush across his torso and cock, then stepped out to dry off.

He took his time getting dressed and was just packing up when he remembered the phone ringing, he picked it up, it showed one missed call and one text message.

The caller had not left a voice mail, and the message said, send me your hotel info.  Both were from Hal.

He chuckled and sent a note back that he was staying at the Sunrise Plaza.  He liked the efficiency units they had there, he was able to cook which saved money on restaurants. Even though he had a per diem for food, he’d rather cook than eat out.  He finished packing up and drove home, such as it was, stopping at a grocery store to grab a case of beer, and a few odds and ends. 

He got home, unloaded his groceries and his gear, then switched into his trunks and did a few laps of the pool before settling in with a beer and a book for some down time.  He sat by the pool for about 90 minutes before heading inside.  He hadn’t brought his phone out to the pool; he enjoyed the peace of not having it.  Still, he checked it when he got back inside.  He saw two missed calls, one voice mail and two text messages from Hal.

He read the texts first: “Hey, I hope we can get together this trip” and then “I hope I’m not bothering you, call or text when you can, just be discreet if you text.”

He then pulled up the voice mail. “Hey, I was not expecting to see you today, but I’m so glad I did. Can we get together? Can you call me, I’d love to arrange something.”

He put the phone down, stripped out of his trunks and naked started to prepare some food, a little pasta and sauce with some fresh bread he’d picked up that day.  As he was prepping his mind wandered back to that weekend series and fucking Hal’s ass.  He started to get hard. Turning he leaned against the counter and started to stroke his cock recalling how hot it had been sinking into Hal’s willing ass.  It didn’t take him long at all to reach the edge, as he imagined face fucking Hal, then fucking his ass.  His cum rose quickly and he started to shoot.  Cupping his hand, he shot into his palm, collecting his load to minimize the mess. He stood then panting, and smelled the sauce, on the edge of burning. He turned quickly and saw that the sauce was about to boil over, he reached for the power level, to turn down the burner (they were located on a panel at the back of the stove).  He reached with his cum-filled hand and that palm full of load spilled and dumped directly into the sauce.

He cursed then, “Fuck,” he said, then laughed, and wiped the rest in and stirred the sauce and tasted it.  What the hell he thought, he was the only one eating it and then after tasting it, he thought it was pretty good.  He shut everything off, drained the pasta, mixed it with the sauce and ate his well-seasoned pasta and sauce. As he ate, he contemplated what to say to Hal.  Did he want to pick up with him again? Hal was engaged now, should that change things?  He thought it should but Hal didn’t seem to want it to.

He didn’t reply to Hal that evening. Instead, he put on some music, settled in with his book, and relaxed before going to bed early.

By the next morning he’d made his decision, he texted Hal back that he’d love to see him this trip, not expressing what “see him” entailed.

He wasn’t due at the ballpark until about 2 that afternoon, so when he got the reply from Hal asking if they could meet for breakfast, he replied that that would be nice.

“Where do you want to meet?” he sent back.

“I’d prefer my place, honestly,” Hal sent back, “but I’m rooming with 2 other players, and my fiancé, so that’s a no. Your place? I’ll bring food.”

“My place might be a little open, there’s a lot of families here – no baseball players though – but some of the parents might be a baseball fans.  You might be recognized.”

“I’ll be fine, they won’t recognize me.”

“Okay, if you’re sure, you know where the place is?” Carl asked.

“I do, I looked it up last night and drove by, I was going to stop but didn’t know if it was a good idea.” Hal replied.

“Ok. How long?” Carl asked.

“About a minute, I’m already here. Which unit?” Came back.

“First floor, unit 12,” Carl wrote back.

 A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door.  Carl opened to find a man with long blond hair and beard, he wore a ball cap pulled down over sunglasses and he was carrying a couple of bags of food from McDees.   He wore grey sweats and a hoodie despite the already warm Florida morning. He wore flip flops on his feet.

“Daring choice, the grey sweats,” Carl offered as he opened the door wider, swiping his hand across the front of the baggy sweats, “don’t you usually need an oversized bulge to wear those?” he teased as he closed the door.

“Fuck you, Carl,” Hal replied.

“I asked you that before, you said no thank you.”

“Well maybe times have changed.” Hal replied.

Hal placed the food bags on the counter then turned in time for Carl to catch him in an embrace and they kissed.  Carl reached down and squeezed Hal’s ass through his sweatpants, while with his other hand, he knocked the hat and wig combo off then removed the sunglasses.  He pulled back from the kiss and just looked at Hal. And there he was, Hal as he knew him, shaved head, blue-green eyes currently filled with lust and need.

Carl moved his hand around to the front of the grey sweats and fondled the already hard 5.5” he found there. Hal was already breathing hard.

“I need you to fuck me,” he gasped out.

Carl gave a hard downward tug, and the sweats were pooled around Hal’s ankles.  Carl lifted him and the sweats and flip flops fell to the floor, abandoned.  Hal wrapped his legs around Carl as Carl carried him to the bedroom and dropped him onto the bed.  Carl stripped off his jeans and tee, and stood in just a red mesh jock. He stood there, admiring Hal’s fit body. He’d teased about the belly yesterday but naked Hal was a fine specimen of a man. Carl leaned down then and lay his body alongside Hal’s before he started kissing, first Hal’s forehead, then his cheeks, his nose, his lips.  Down he moved to Hal’s neck and then his chest.  Licking and biting gently on pert rock-hard nipples.  He traced his tongue down the faint trace of a treasure trail on Hal’s nearly hairless stomach, across firm abs, not a six pack, but not fat as he’d teased either.  Hal was in good shape.

Then he found his face hovering over Hal’s cock.  Carl wrapped his hand around it, leaving about an inch and half exposed above his grasp.  He closed his lips around the exposed portion of the cock, encompassing the head and just the start of the shaft.  Hal moaned his appreciation.  Carl moved his mouth down, removing one finger at a time as he slowly swallowed Hal’s cock. He buried his nose in Hal’s closely trimmed pubes.  He pumped his face several times up and down the length of Hal’s cock before pulling off and sucking both balls into his mouth and rolling them on his tongue. 

Hal reached down and held Carl’s head in place, as his cock bounced over Carl’s face.  Carl slowly let the balls pull out of his mouth then he licked his way to Hal’s ass and drove his tongue into the hole waiting for him.

“Fuck yeah, I missed this, fuck me,” Hal begged, “fuck me now.”

Carl pulled away from Hal’s ass, grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table, Hal closed his eyes in anticipation of that cold lube hitting his ass and then that big seven-inch cock driving into him.  Instead, the moment lingered then he felt a coldness on his cock and then a weight and Carl was sitting down onto his cock. Hal’s eyes flew open, and he looked up at Carl as he was lowering himself down onto his cock.

“What…” he began.

“Earlier you said “Fuck you, Carl,” and I’m just taking you up on that.

Carl was still wearing the red jock, and his cock was straining against the mesh material.  He reached down and grabbed one of Hal’s hands then placed it on the pouch of the jock.  He leaned his head back as his ass settled onto Hal’s thighs.  He rode slowly, enjoying the cock in his ass.  He knew that it would be a good fit for him, and it felt amazing. 

Hal was moaning as the tight ass enclosed his cock and milked it.  Carl’s ass felt tight around him, his cockhead was so sensitive and almost over stimulated as Carl rocked back and forth. He never imagined this feeling; it was driving him crazy with sensation. He moaned even louder when Carl started to rock back and forth, lifting and lowering himself on Hal’s hard cock.

“I never…, I mean I don’t…, I mean don’t fucking stop,” Hal cried out.   Carl had no intention of stopping just yet.  He knew he wanted to cum in Hal’s ass, so this was just a little side treat he gave himself. He rode Hal, not hard, a gentle rise and fall, slow strokes of the cock in his ass.  Hal reached for and grabbed Hal’s hips trying to force an increase in the pace.  Carl watched Hal’s face closely, he didn’t want him to cum, he wanted to fuck the load out of him, so it was a delicate game he was playing, milking and pumping on Hal’s cock while edging or at least stopping Hal from shooting before he was ready for him to do so. 

He saw that moment, or at least suspected he saw that moment and lifted his ass off of Hal’s cock, Hal literally cried out, begging Carl not to stop, to put his ass back on his cock and ride him some more. Carl picked up the lube and applied the cold gel to Hal’s ass. He stripped off the jock then lubed his own cock and lifting Hal’s legs, he pushed his cock into Hal’s ass.

He sank in slowly but easily, Hal just opened for him.  As Carl bottomed out, he reached down and stroked Hal’s hard cock.  Hal was thrashing about, needing to cum, ready to cum.  Carl worked him hard, squeezing the base of Hal’s cock to delay the cum until he was ready himself.  And he was nearly there, Hal’s cock had done things to his ass and now Hal’s ass was treating his cock to a ride he’d not had in a while.

He picked up his pace and stopped delaying Hal’s orgasm.  Hal grabbed his own cock, pushing Carl’s hand away and stroked furiously as Carl picked up the pace, in their unspoken race to nut.  Hal won that race, cum splashed out of his cockhead, shooting to his chin and down across his chest and belly.   Carl grunted and emptied his load into Hal’s ass. He kept pumping, pushing every drop of his load into Hal as Hal simply lay back on the bed, spent.

Carl rolled off to the side finally, letting his cock pull out as he did.  They lay, side by side, Hal reached out his arm and caressed Carl’s body, what he could reach of it, which included fondling the spent cock. 

“That was amazing. You know I don’t top, I’ve never topped, but damn I want to do that again, this time with you on your back.  I want to fuck not be ridden. I never knew.” Hal gushed out.

They finally got up and ate the cold breakfast burritos.  At least the pot of coffee that Carl made was hot.  Hal jumped in the shower then pulled on his sweats and hoody, donned his wig, beard, cap and glasses before opening the door a crack, checking for anyone around and was gone.  He was due for a team meeting at noon, so he wanted to get home and change, while Carl was still a few hours away from being needed.  He had a swim, read a bit and then got ready himself and headed out.

Carl was umping second base, and he watched Hal come to the plate a few times.  He wasn’t sure but he thought he noticed a new confidence in the way Hal strutted out to the plate.  That confidence didn’t help his at bats as he went 0-4 again that day.  Still Carl admired his form and the way the uniform hugged his ass.  Hal played center field, so he was behind Carl when he was on offense.  Still Carl turned more than a few times to check him out.  After the game, Carl lingered, taking his time changing and showering, keeping his phone handy. He expected to hear from Hal for a repeat of the morning’s activity.  The phone never rang, and no texts arrived.

He went out to dinner with some friends – fellow umpires – but kept checking his phone quietly, trying not to make it obvious.   Still nothing.  After dinner he texted but there was no answer, and the status remained unread. When he got home, he flipped on the local news and saw a story about an annual charity event the players held and there, front and centre, was Hal and his blonde fiancé – looking like she’d just stepped out of a Models-are-us catalogue. 

No wonder, he thought to himself, he isn’t available.  Just then his phone dinged.  He picked it up to see a text message from Hal. Carl was a little annoyed, if he was honest with himself, he felt like Hal thought he was at his beck and call.  That he wasn’t available when Carl called but expected him to be available when he called. 

“Sorry about today,” Hal wrote, “Can I see you tomorrow?”

“I’m not sure that’s a great idea.” Carl sent back, he was a little hurt to have been blown off, at least as he perceived it.

“Look, I really need to see you, can we set something up?  Tomorrow is a split squad game and we’ll be finished early, maybe we can have an early dinner and then hang out?” Hal asked.

“You mean, hang out here?” Carl wrote back.

“Well, yeah, I don’t think it’s safe for either of us to be out in public.”

As an umpire there was maybe less pressure on Carl to remain closeted than on a star player but still, there weren’t any active out umps that he knew of. He did appreciate that there’d be scandal and not in a good way if he came out and/or if they were seen as a couple but there was nothing wrong with them being seen as friends, out for a drink or a meal.  And he said as much back to Hal.

They went back and forth but meeting in public scared Hal, so in the end, Carl agreed to have Hal over to his room again. Carl only worked the early game, home plate, and was done by 1:30. He cleaned up quickly, and hit the stores to grab some steaks and a couple of bottles of wine and some beer.  He was home just before 3, and before he could unpack the groceries, there was a knock on his door.  When he opened it, Hal stood in his blonde wigged disguise. He also had a six pack and a bag of food, which turned out to be mostly snacky foods, and some bread, of all things.

“What exactly did you think we were going to be eating?” Carl laughingly asked him.

Hal was stripping off his disguise, he wore khaki shorts and a polo shirt under this hoody and wig.  He grabbed them a couple of beers and handed one to Carl, as he unpacked his groceries.  He pulled out the steaks, oiled and seasoned them with salt and pepper then put a cast iron pan on to heat.

He took a swig of his beer and leaned in to kiss Hal. He then turned back to cooking.  He threw a pack of microwave rice into the microwave and then placed the steaks in the hot cast iron, they sizzled, and he let them be for a few minutes.  He dug into the cupboards and pulled out plates and glasses, handing them off to Hal and nodded to the table.  After about five minutes he turned the steaks.  The rice was done and took the bag out of the microwave.  It was then that he realized he needed the plates, he grabbed them back and plated the rice. He opened the wine he’d bought and let the bottle breathe then checked the steaks. 

He poured the wine, placed a steak on each plate (he didn’t let them rest) and brought them to the table. 

He hadn’t spoken to Hal at all during all of this.  Finally, they both sat at his little table.

“So, you needed to see me,” Carl began as he sliced into his steak.

Hal had just stuffed a chunk of steak into his mouth and looked up at Carl, he chewed slowly then swallowed.

“I did, what happened last fall was amazing and then the yesterday morning was so good and reminded me of how amazing it had been with you and I need that in my life. I need you in my life.  I’ve had hookups. I mean I’ve been careful and not all of them knew who I was.  But you get who I am, what issues I face, and I think,” and he paused here and took a drink of wine, both to quench his thirst and to give him the courage to continue, “I think this could be something that I would want in my life regularly.”

“Are you saying you want to date me?” Carl asked.

“Well, this feels like a date, doesn’t it?” Hal replied.

“But neither of us is out, so dating isn’t going to be easy. Not to mention we’re probably not really supposed to become involved given our positions and the perceptions of favouritism that would be presumed if we were found out.  I’d lose my job, most likely and well you’d be out.  Are you ready for that?” Carl looked up, fork hovering over his plate.

“No, I’m not, I’ll be honest. There are a lot of roadblocks ahead of us and I don’t know how we’ll make it work but I want to try,” Hal replied.

“Then let’s try,” Carl said and laid his fork down on his plate. He leaned forward across the table toward Hal, he leaned forward as well, and they kissed. 

Carl stood, and the chair pushed back behind him, he pulled Hal up to his feet and pulled him around the table, then pulled him into an embrace. Carl only had an inch or two on Hal but Hal felt protected in a way he couldn’t explain when Carl enveloped him in the embrace.  Hal wrapped his arms around Carl and held him tight.

Carl was the first to pull back and he led Hal back to the bedroom and as they stood at the foot of the bed, they each began to strip the other. Carl was wearing a button down shirt and slacks.  It was a bit of a juggle as he tried to pull Hal’s polo shirt up and over his head as Hal worked to undo the buttons on Carl’s shirt. Finally, both shirts hit the floor and Carl pulled Hal’s short down as well, dropping to his knees as he did so and pulled Hal’s cock into his mouth. Soft Hal was only showing about two inches but as soon as Carl wrapped his lips around him, Hal sprung to his full 5.5 inches, growing down Carl’s throat, as far as he could.

Carl spun them toward the bed and sat Hal down on the end of the bed then worked on his cock, taking Hal to the root on each intake, right out to the tip on the pull out. Hal for his part reached down and tried to hold Carl’s head on his cock. Carl, though, wasn’t going to be controlled, just yet.  He used his tongue, and pressure, his hand and spit to ride Hal’s cock.  When he pulled off, Hal was shiny with spit, it was so wet it looked like it was coated in lube.

Carl didn’t stop to admire it though he still had work to do.  He moved down and sucked on Hal’s balls, then licked his way to do Hal’s hole.  His tongue drove and found its way home.  Hal sighed when the tongue hit.

“Yes, I need that to never end,” he said as he lifted his legs grabbing his knees and spreading his ass as wide as he could to give Carl access. 

Carl paused, “my boy wants it bad, I see,” he said.

“Yes, I want it bad, give me all that you’ve got,” Hal begged.

Carl stood up then and dropped his own pants then moved around to the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube.  Hal dropped his legs while he waited. Carl returned to his position between Hal’s legs and helped Hal to lift them back up. Once again Hal wrapped his hands around his calves and pulled his legs up and apart.  Carl dropped to his knees and tongued fucked Hal’s ass once again for a few moments then squeezed lube onto his index finger and replaced the tongue with the finger.  As he worked to open Hal further, he returned to Hal’s cock and sucked it in once again. He rode the cock, pushing down as the finger in Hal’s ass withdrew then pulling up as the finger invaded.  After a few minutes he applied more lube and added a second finger and fucked them faster.  His mouth kept pace with the fingers.  Then a third and faster still.  Hal was thrashing about, the sensation in his ass and on his cock almost overwhelming.

“I may cum, fuck I feel like I’m gonna cum.” He called out.

Carl stopped all activity immediately, he pulled his fingers out and lifted his mouth off Hal’s cock.

“God, no, don’t stop, fill me. Suck my cock. I need to cum.”

But Carl held firm. He left Hal hanging, cock waving in the air, ass partially gaped from just the fingers. He watched and waited, stroking his own cock with his lubed fingers, greasing it up, added a bit more lube the stood up, squatted slightly and pushed his cock into Hal’s ass.

He went in easily but slowly, taking his time to settle his seven inches to the root on the first stroke. Slow and steady wins the race and Hal took all that Carl was offering in this race.  When Hal reached for his own cock, Carl stopped him. And to prevent further attempts he grabbed both of Hal’s arms and lifted them over his head and pinned them with one hand to hold them in place.  Carl’s body was keeping Hal’s legs in position, he didn’t need Hal to hold them up any longer.

He rested when he hit bottom and leaned down to kiss Hal, he bit gently on Hal’s chin, maybe not as gently as he thought as he left a small mark, which would scar.  Hal tried to buck up and further onto Carl’s cock but with Carl’s weight on him he didn’t have much traction to do that effectively.

Carl then slowly withdrew his cock until just the crown remained inside Hal and he thrust back hard, he pulled out again and slammed home once again.  Hal’s cock was leaking a stream of precum now, it was pooling onto his well-trimmed pubes.  Carl swiped his fingers through it and pushed  them into Hal’s mouth as he slammed home again. He was fucking hard now, and Hal was loving every minute and every inch that was invading him. 

Carl started to feel that certain tingling and he knew he was close. He picked up his pace, his body slamming into Hal now and pushing his cock deep on each stroke.   Finally, he knew he was going to cum, he was that close but had about a minute before he hit that no return spot.  He pulled out then, causing Hal to cry out. 

He dropped Hal’s legs but held the arms still in place with one hand and with the other he lubed Hal’s cock then climbed up and sat down on it.  He sank down, his balls resting on Hal’s pubes and slapped his cock against Hals belly.

“Are you ready to top me, big boy?” Carl asked him.

“It seems I already am,” Hal replied.

“Oh, this? No, I’m riding you, you’re not topping me,” and saying that, Carl freed Hal’s hand, reach down wrapped his arms around Hal and rolled them so that he was now on his back and Hal was buried in his ass between his legs.

“Top me, now.  Fuck me. Take control,” he ordered Hal into action.

For a moment Hal panicked, he didn’t think he could. He started to lose confidence, and his cock started to lose it’s hard.  Carl rolled his hip, pulled Hal down into a kiss, which pulled Ha’s cock partially out.  Carl lifted then and slowly worked his ass onto and off of Hal’s cock and Hal’s cock reacted coming back to full hard.

“Fuck me.  Just do to me what I did to you, if you’re unsure.” Carl commanded again.

Hal tried again. He did as Carl had. He started by pulling out slowly, then slowly pushing in again. Then again and again, faster and faster. The more he fucked, the harder his cock seemed to get, and he was experiencing sex as never before.  He knew he wanted more of this.

He also knew he was going to cum in seconds and he warned Carl.  Carl hadn’t touched his own cock since he’d rolled them but he was still rock hard and as Hal drove into him, Carl started to cum.  His cock shooting cum up and across his stomach and chest.   Seeing that cock erupt hand’s free and knowing it was caused by his own cock buried deep in Carl’s ass, Hal couldn’t stop himself he came. His body shook with reaction he came so hard. He never thought it was going to end but eventually his cock softened enough to slip out of Carl, and they fell into a pile of each other on the bed.

They dozed for a bit then and woke up to Hal’s phone going off.  It was his fiancé.

Carl knew that if they wanted this to work, to really work, they’d need to be committed to each other, which meant no fiancé, but he wasn’t sure how Hal would take that.  He also suspected that they’d both need to retire, he didn’t think they could pull this off while both were active.  Hal stepped out to the living room to take the call and Carl lay pondering a future he couldn’t see a path to.