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.
