Doug Deeson's musings

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 hi...

Hal and Carl met at a baseball game.  It was a night game, the first of a 3 game weekend series.  He’d seen Hal play before, of course, but only in highlight reels, he always thought that there was a dark intensity in Hal’s blue-green eyes.  In the series opener, Carl was the home plate umpire, the first inning had gone well.  It was now bottom of the second and Hal was leading off the inning. Hal, at just under six feet, shaved head, tanned white skin, stepped up to the plate, and Carl, a black man who stood just over six feet, watched him step into the batter’s box.  As Hal came up to the plate, he lined up to take his at bat.  Hal is a pretty fit guy, his muscles flexed as he readied to take his swings. The tendons, on either side of his neck, tightened and formed a cavity, a small well, framed by those tendons and the coming together of the clavicle bones. Carl couldn’t help but watch as that little well expanded and contracted when Hal turned his head....

 He took Phil’s hand and placed it on his cock.  Phil could feel it hardening under his hand. “Jake, what are you doing?” “You…. I hope,” replied Jake. Phil pulled his hand back, though he did linger for just a moment, feeling the hardening cock under his palm.   “Jake,” he stammered, “I’m flattered but I’m with Connor.   And, well, we haven’t had that discussion yet on if we should be open.   I’ll be honest, I’m flattered, beyond flattered to be honest, and not a little turned on but Connor and I are, well, Connor and I, and I can’t do anything until I talk to him.” Jake stood up in the boat and his cock tenting his shorts, it appeared to stand almost straight out. “I’m sorry, I know, you’re with Connor, one of my best friends and I’m completely embarrassed by my behaviour.   I don’t even know what I’m thinking, I have a fiancé, a very pregnant fiancé.   What the hell am I doing Phil?” As he said this, he started to gesticulate madly and ...

 It had been almost 7 months since their first date, that celebratory dinner right after the house closed.  It had been a good year for both, of them. The baseball season had wound down and Connor had had a fantastic year. The team had clinched the wild card spot and won that series but lost in the division championship series. Everyone had played well both throughout the regular and post season, there was good chemistry and high hopes for the new season, to come. Phil, having connected with Connor, soon became an agent for other celebrity clients. He arranged short- and long-term rentals, as well as higher end sales.   His clientele shifted and he found himself doing very well financially.   He bought a new car, a BMW. Between them things were mostly great.   There was some tension, due to Connor’s closet which Connor had eased a little bit.   He’d begun his coming out process.   He’d told his parents and they had completely accepted him with love...