The Sports Illustrated Jinx

(This one is really long.)

Scouting 

Doing that cover was how I met my partner, my first one at least.

The Sports Illustrated issue had just dropped. A big cover photo of me, looking serious and posting with my bat, and the words "Miracle Worker" in big letters over my image. I was winding down my rookie season in the majors at the age of 21, a season over which I'd exceeded high expectations. Life was good. 

"Don't pay any attention to that jinx business," a man said as I was out at a high-end steakhouse after a game, enjoying a drink in the bar area. "It's all bullshit."

The man was my type to a T. Late 40s, sturdy build, some gray in his medium-length hair, masculine dad-next-door looks. He had on a nicely tailored navy patterned suit, not too flashy, not too conservative, and a powder-blue dress shirt with no tie. Daddy had amazing pecs and kept his midsection trim. 

I am often guarded in public, but I gave him a big smile. "Yeah?" I asked. "I sure hope so."

This man had an easy way about him. Confident, but not overly so. "It's definitely BS," he added. "Look at Trout. Didn't hurt his career one bit." His blue eyes seemed to sparkle as he talked, and I had to wonder if I was reading too much interest in them. Sexual interest. "But you don't need me to tell ya that, man."

I shrugged. "Well given how many people have brought up that fucking jinx," I said, "it's nice to hear a different point of view." I extended my hand. "Luke... nice to meet you." I mean, the guy clearly knew who I was, but I wanted to know who he was.

"Dan Ogle," he said, as he clasped my hand with an equally strong grip. In baseball you judge a man by his handshake. Dan was used to being judged. "It's an honor to meet you."

"You in the business?" I ventured.

"It shows?" he chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a scout. Was with the Orioles organization and now work independent."

"Smart move," I quipped. "The Orioles seem a mess lately."

"Ouch," he laughed harder. "That's tough, man." He gave my shoulder a friendly, gladhanding pat for a second. "Listen... I'm here to meet an agent buddy of mine..."

Something about his eye contact made me wonder if I could make a move. "Let me give you my number, Dan," I said.

The way his eyes lit up said I'd made the right call. Maybe he was just star struck. But I'd work that in my favor if it meant seeing more of that sun-weathered face and those sea-blue eyes. He pulled out his phone, and I told him my number. 

***

The first drinks I grabbed with the guy was basically a date. We didn't call it that. But we made the usual small talk. Dan knew a lot more about me than I did about him. So I had him tell me his bio. He'd played in the minors before getting into the coaching side in some single-A team. Frustrated by the lack of opportunities there, he went into scouting. Was married once, no kids, divorced at 38.

I talked more about what it was like to be a star. Even if Dan Ogle was never a magazine-cover caliber player, he understood me. The benefits of being idolized and famous, and the drawbacks. I didn't talk about the latter with a lot of guys, but I felt I could with this pro-ball veteran.

Our eye contact got heavier as we talked. Like we knew what we were dancing around without coming out and saying it. Finally, I asked, "So, Dan... you able to be discreet?"

Without missing a beat he nodded. "Oh yeah. Absolutely." Those sea blue eyes staring back at me, with clear expectation. 

"It's been a couple of months since I've gotten laid," I said, laying my cards on the table.

He let out a playful whistle. "Way too long, Luke."

"What about you?" I asked, finally nudging his knee under the bar. This was gonna happen, and I knew, and I was throwing hard in anticipation.

"About the same," he smirked.

"We should go fix that," I hissed. 

"Now?" It wasn't a question of surprise. More, Dan was trying to read what was on my mind. 

"If you're up for it... yeah, now." I knew my voice was getting that horny edge to it.

We settled up our check and I went over to Dan's hotel room. I wondered if we were going to have more conversation, maybe figure out what each other was into sexually. I was strictly top or into getting serviced. I normally got my way, but sometimes older guys think it should be the other way around.

But we didn't talk. Instead we met for a kiss as we rapidly stripped off our clothes. I'd barely unbuttoned my jeans when Dan crouched down in front of me, pawing my crotch and reaching in to pull out my cock.

"Damn, that's a big dick," he gasped. And then revealing he did not find that a problem in the least, the middle-aged ex-jock leaned forward and started sucking me.

"Holy shit!" I laughed. I wasn't 100% surprised Dan Ogle sucked cock. After all, I'd met up with older guys who liked to fool around. But I was surprised he was so into it, so good at it. He sucked me fast and hard, like it was his last cock ever. I didn't think that the almost rough sucking would feel good, but it was incredible. Those long fast mouth strokes and that heavy suction were gonna get me to nut, too soon.

"Ease up, man!" I gasped. "I'm almost cumming."

The veteran ex-jock spit out my prick and sucked in some air, as he swallowed that excess spit. "Yeah?" he teased, now hand stroking my bat. "What would be wrong with that?" The man was horny, and I loved how thrilled he seemed to be about sex. No hang ups whatsoever. That was a first for me, actually.

"Come on, man," I almost complained. "Let me at least feel up your body for a bit, you know... enjoy this some."

That took Ogle by surprise. I think he thought I'd just want to shut my eyes and use his mouth or something. Maybe that's what dudes like me had done before with him. Leaning back, he showed off his bare chest. "Didn't think you'd be into all this, man," he smiled.

"You have no fucking idea," I growled. I could unload my daddy issues on Dan later and tell him how I was wired for men over 40, but for now, I just wanted that physical contact with that more mature muscle. "Let's get on the bed," I urged.

I stripped off the rest of the way and ate up the way Dan's eyes feasted on my nakedness and my erect state. Maybe it was the ego boost he needed to strip down all the way and almost pose for me as he got on the bed. His body wasn't perfect but it was pretty damn nice. Strong muscle, just the right amount of hair, amazing legs. Dan had been a catcher back when he played. 

His body felt hot to the touch when we embraced. He was a good kisser and seemed to get into the sensual, slow approach. I matched his speed, even as I was horny as fuck and leaking against his furry belly. We made out and rolled around some, and I ended up on top of him. Heart pounding against his chest and his strong grip feeling up my lat muscle. 

When I pulled back from our lip lock the 40-something scout had need in his eye. "You wanna be in me, Luke?" he asked softly.

"Hell yes," I growled. 

He smiled. "I got some lube in my bag in the bathroom, if you wanna get it. Rubbers if you want, too."

I hoisted my athletic body out of bed and went to get the stuff, my dick sticking straight out like a divining rod. The stuff was easy to find. Indeed next to the small lube bottle there were two foil packets. I loved that a man like Dan came prepared. 

I didn't take a condom, though, and I could read Ogle's silent excitement as he saw me empty handed other than the lube. I flipped the cap and squirted the slickness onto my fingers as I got up on the bed. Any other time, I'd enjoy more foreplay and rim him out some. I loved eating ass, and an ex-catcher daddy would be one hell of a feast. But I needed to fuck. 

He hissed at the first finger but the second went in like butter. Dan Ogle wasn't a slut bottom, but this wasn't his first rodeo. As I lined up my cock, I was excited to be topping such a hot guy. It was still sinking in that I was a lucky bastard.

"That's good," Dan said softly as I pushed in. His sea blues were looking up, and he was nodding slightly as I pushed on. I knew why. He was tight as fuck and he knew I wouldn't be able to read if he was good to go. Thankfully, he was.

"You have an amazing ass," I grunted as I bottomed out. He was hot and snug and his insides felt alive around my cock.

Dan was horned up, and his dick twitched on his furry belly. He had some love handles but otherwise was total DILF. "I can't believe you're here fucking me," he almost laughed.

I held my body steady for him, his legs on my shoulders. "You ever fantasize about me?"

"Didn't dream to," he admitted. 

"But a player like me, right?" I nudged him mentally. "You always wanted to get nailed by a guy like me." That second part was a statement, not a question.

"Jesus," Dan growled, a deep belly growl. "Fuck yes."

"You got it, man," I said and just started fucking. Not hard, but it was a deep steady fuck and I was hung enough for him to feel it. 

He stroked as I railed him then let go when he was getting too close. 

"Go ahead," I urged. "I'm pretty close, too."

I watched him stroke and I watched his hand work up his pleasure in tandem with the internal stimulation I was giving him. Then I watched the 40-something ex-catcher spew his pearly white seed all over that gorgeous daddy fur.

"FUCK!" I grunted and felt my own cum rising up, all of a sudden. Two months was a long time between lays. I held his legs tightly and humped his ass with a couple of final fast strokes. 

I was flush red and breathing fast as I came down. Dan laughed at me some, and I laughed with him. "I needed that, buddy," I said, giving his meaty chest a playful dual fist bump before I leaned back and slowly pulled out.

I had to watch the slight creampie in his hole before it shut back up. A conquest trophy. 

"I could tell," Dan grinned as he lowered his legs and shook out the stiffness. "I don't normally like it missionary, but that was hot as fuck."

I grinned, plopping down on the bed. "It was."

Dan gave me one last look, like he still couldn't believe his luck and still couldn't believe this happened. I got that look a lot, and I always ate it up. "Gonna shower off," he announced. 

He was back to normal when he got back. A little quiet, maybe moody. I didn't know his deal, but I wasn't gonna find out. I took a piss and got dressed. 

"Take care, man," I said as I got ready to leave. He was on his phone, checking on texts or something. 

He looked up. "Yeah. Have a good one."

I got the message. One time thing. OK by me. I was a player, a hunter, always onto the next lay. One time things were my MO. 

Only the next morning I awoke to a text. Dan Ogle's text, sent fifteen minutes earlier. "I got an 11AM plane to catch. But maybe I can interest you in a morning BJ before I go?"

I texted him a thumbs up and my hotel and room number.

Drafted

It's not as easy having groupie sex when you're into guys as when you're straight. But it happens for me far more than you'd imagine. I just have to be cautious with my approach, feel a guy out. The thing is, if a guy has a remote bi-curious streak, it's almost a sure thing that a star athlete will be able to exploit it. The star struck thing goes a long fucking way, and guys felt excited to be close to me. Even if only for an hour or a night, they were getting one-on-one Luke Fulton time.

My first groupie was when I was still in the minors. But I was clearly a top prospect in the farm system and come Spring Training I had a chance to practice and play with the big league guys. 

I was gathering up my stuff after an afternoon game versus the Tigers when I saw him. A few of the guys would meet with fans after, but this man seemed to be waiting for me. He was very much a typical corporate looking dude. Medium height, golf shirt, golf tan, khaki shorts, ball cap, expensive watch, dad sneakers. Meaty dadbod build filling it all out and looking pretty good for a man in his 50s. 

"Hi Luke," he said, polite but also forward. "Can I get your autograph?"

That was my first request for one, actually. I smiled. "Yeah?" I said, registering my surprise. "Um, sure."

I walked up and set down my bag. He handed me a pad and a pen. "You're gonna be the biggest star," he said, referencing the pro team name whose roster I was vying for. His gaze was on me, like he was trying to memorize the whole encounter for later. That was my first taste of groupies, the way they might not even be showing sexual interest but they clearly are into me and being around me. 

"I'm not 21 yet," I reminded him.

"Well, I've been watching your progress. Ever since the draft." OK, Corporate Dude was one of THOSE fans. 

"Who should I make this out to?" I asked, maintaining equally heavy eye contact. Corporate Daddy was good looking in a normal way, and that turned me on, too. He reminded me of the men in my hometown. I even flashed a wink, nothing too over the top, but doing as much flirting as I dared.

"Jim," he said. "God..." he continued as he watched me write my dedication and sign my name. "This is really cool."

I looked up and flashed my grin. "Isn't this what you come to Spring Training for?" I asked. "To meet the players?" Maybe I was starting to lay it on thick.

Jim was gung ho, though. "It's my second year here, but yeah... the chance to talk to you guys is incredible."

His eye contact was heavy and his wedding band made me think he wasn't the blabbing type. I still consider a band the best insurance when hitting on a guy. I took another paper out of that pad and wrote my number on it.

The man seemed embarrassed. "What's that for?" He asked.

Goddamnit. I guess I misjudged. "Never mind," I said, maybe a little curtly. After all, it wasn't any guy I gave my number. I started to grab the paper back.

He blushed, getting it, really getting. "Oh. That's cool, that's man. I'll keep it. If that's OK."

I nodded. "Just keep it private, OK?" I meant my number but also the fact that I'd given it to him. 

"Oh yeah," he said. 

I gave him one more wink and picked up my bag to walk back to the locker room.

It was an hour later when I got a text. "Hey. It's Jim. Thanks for giving me your number."

"Thanks for using it," I typed back. I was hanging out with some of the guys from the team, about to get some dinner. 

I didn't hear back for a few minutes, then I got another text. "I don't normally do this kind of thing."

"It's cool man. I don't bite. No strings no expectations." I didn't have my mojo down, but I knew with a guy like this corporate dad you had to reassure him.

"What are you looking for?" I could almost sense his nervousness on his end.

"That's something better talked about in person," I wrote.

"Yeah," he acknowledged. Then "I'm around all week."

"Tonight?" I wrote. "9?"

"Yes."

He gave me his hotel info, which worked better. I was in a good mood when I showed up and gave a soft knock.

Jim had a nervous, naughty look as he ushered me in. "Hey..." he said as he shut the door behind me. "I shouldn't be doing this."

I got it. I'd met married men with misgivings before, but none as strong as this man's. 

I paused and looked at him, giving him my best friendly expression. Giving him an out. "It's up to you, man. I'm not gonna pressure you."

He thought for a second. It was like I knew what he was thinking. Wondering if he'd ever get another chance at this. "I wanna," he replied. 

"Cool," I said and stepped up to him. I'm used to seeing athletes and coaches all day, so sometimes a normal build like Jim's pales in comparison. But now that I was there, up close, he looked pretty damn fine. My hand touched his chest through his golf shirt and moved down to feel up his sides. I drew him closer to me, being forward now to claim a kiss off him.

He grunted as our lips met. I slipped my tongue forward and felt his excitement grow as his lips part and accepted it. We made out for a minute, which is the surest way to get my motor running. I was rock hard now, for sure.

I pulled back and examined his handsome face. "I guess I should have asked if you kissed," I said.

He exhaled a breath he'd been holding. "Yeah... that was my first kiss with a man, actually."

I cocked a grin. "Whaddya think?"

"'s pretty wild," he answered honestly. "But good."

My fingers now caressed his side, and I could sense he was getting majorly hard, too. "You done anything with a guy?" I needed to know where I stood.

He shook his head. "Back in college. You know some fooling around with fraternity brothers. A couple of blow jobs, that kind of thing."

I cocked my eyebrow. "You ever give one?"

Jim blushed some, making his reddish tan redder. "Yeah... it was years ago."

I pulled him closer to me, so he could feel my hardon against his own. "I'd very much enjoy getting one, man... if you're up for it." He was warming up to the idea, I could tell, but I wanted to head off any hesitation. "It's just us here. No one's gonna know."

"I don't know if I'm any good," he objected. 

I moved my hand up and patted his shoulder. "Trust me, I'll love it." I didn't throw in a "pretty, please," but I was being as gradual and coaxing as I knew how to be. "Come on, why don't you sit on the bed?"

He nodded and stepped back from me. He was rock hard in his khaki shorts, which was a good sign. And as he settled on his hotel bed, his look was one of excitement more than nervousness.

I didn't want to spook him, but I was getting crazy horny. Jim was pushing my buttons big time. I stepped up till I stood about a foot in front of him. Then slowly, I undid my shorts and pulled out my boner.

Some guys comment on my size when they first see my endowment, but Jim just silently watched, eyes going wide. 

"It's OK, bud," I assured him. "Just take what you feel comfortable with." I scooted closer so my hardon was an inch or so away from him. His licks were tentative, then less so. I could sense the novelty for him, and the thrill that came with that. I knew this was the last thing he expected to be doing on this trip.

"You've done this before, man," I urged. "You got this."

He nodded and then opened his lips to take me in. He bobbed up and down on a few inches. Jim wasn't lying. He wasn't any good at this. But I loved the feeling of his warm mouth and the wet tongue against my steel-hard dick. And I loved the rush of seeing this regular married daddy servicing me. I let him do his thing for a minute then spoke again. 

"Feels nice," I encouraged him. Then, "Just suck me like you enjoy being sucked, man."

That seemed to make something click for him, and he adjusted his blowjob. Jim wasn't gonna be a pro cocksucker any time soon, but THIS was a lot better. He flinched when my hand touched his hair, but when he realized I was just gonna stroke his head in encouragement he relaxed back into it.

"Take your time, bud," I hissed, spreading my stance a little. "Takes me a good couple of minutes to work up a head of steam. But this feels awesome."

It did, and the physical sensations were starting to build up. But I also imagined this guy sucking dudes back home, showing off what he'd learned on me. That was the trigger that got me off. 

"You better swallow, man," I growled. Mr. Easygoing was gone. I didn't want him pulling off. Maybe my fingers curled around the back of his head to keep him from retreating.

He grunted. Agreement, I guess. But he kept sucking as I spurted into his craw. I heard a choked sound, but it wasn't an actual choking. Mostly a grunt of excitement as he tasted, then swallowed, as fast I was pumping more sperm into his mouth and throat.

"Damn, that was nice," I hissed as I let go of his head and finally stepped back out of his sucking mouth. 

"Did I do OK?" he asked, voice thick with my cum still. Something about that question was adorable and exciting both.

I smiled. "Fuck yea you did." I nodded down to his hard crotch. "You need to get off?"

He unzipped. Clearly, sucking me had worked him up. He spit into his palm and I watched him start pulling his pud. It wasn't gonna take him long, not from the excited look in his eyes and the fast fist motion. I stepped closer and let my dong sway in front of his face.

That got him going. "You got a great cock," he admitted.

"And you sucked it," I reminded him.

"Yes," he grunted, and like that he was cumming. 

"That's it, man," I urged. 

Our release complete, I stepped back and tucked back in as he wiped himself with a Kleenex. His mood shifted some.

"We good man?" I asked. He could have all the guilt pangs he wanted, but I didn't want a full-on freak out.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Thanks for that.... I'm gonna remember that for a long while."

"If you wanna make some more memories this week, you know where to reach me."

***

I wasn't always confident. I'd almost been too scared to hook up that first time. But I was horny and I knew from porn and fuck-fiction stories that I craved to top an older man. I'd barely turned 18 when I set up an online account. I hated the first site I used, but I found another. I got more comfortable chatting. I started just chatting with men who lived in a different part of the country. The majority of daddies weren't into bottoming, at least not for a guy my age, but I was up front in my profile and enjoyed the ones who did or would consider themselves bottoms. I learned to play off their desires. I learned how to flirt online.

It was a month before I took the plunge. I drove forty miles to meet a 45 year old bi guy. He wasn't as hot as his pictures, but I went with it, letting him suck me. For a first blowjob, I'd picked out a pro. He milked a heavy load out of me, and as he pulled back and caressed my balls he said, "I bet you got another load in these nuts."

So I got a second BJ right then and there. I didn't mind the long drive home, I was so satisfied. I was hooked.

I fucked my first ass a couple months later. He was a closeted TV news guy into young jocks. Great body, deep voice, and a very accommodating ass. We didn't date, but I became a regular fuck buddy with him and learned the ropes. Learned the technique of topping but also the etiquette of sex between men, especially between closeted men. I learned the art of sweet talking and got a sense of what made older studs like Newsman Ken put out. 

The baseball draft changed my life. I had a long talk with Coach Kellerman about going pro at 18, and it felt like the right thing. It was an opportunity that I wasn't sure would work out for me if I went to college. 

My life was all baseball for a while in the minors, and I had a year of a dry spell as I figured out what I could get away with. But soon I was back to the apps and realizing that I was able to draw hot daddies on a no-strings basis. 

And I realized I craved variety. Small-city businessmen were my normal prey. In general the type turned me on, but mostly they had a lot to lose. They weren't gonna gossip about the pro star who fucked men instead of women. I stuck to oral service mostly because that was easier and easier to find. 

Until Dan Ogle, fucking a daddy was a special occasion treat.

The Jinx

I was addicted to sex with Dan Ogle. And the intense friendship I had with him, one that overlapped to a shared professional relationship. We lived in different cities but would talk every day and text nonstop. 

I felt those stirrings of major infatuation before I was honest with myself. I told myself at first simply that I couldn't get enough baseball-veteran ass. A catcher's ass. A prime daddy ass. A hungry ass. It was with Dan that I really became ass focused, and I enjoyed  learning what positions drove me and him the wildest. In turn, Dan Ogle became a grade-A power bottom daddy. He had a textbook mid-life crisis, discovering his attraction to men in his late 40s. And, fuck, Dan Ogle went all in. 

The man was in love with me, too, in his way, though outside of the bedroom he was stoic as hell. 

I finally asked Dan to move in with me. It took a few months to persuade him. Then it was a major honeymoon period. Hot sex for every home game stretch and a lot of the away games too, since Dan would travel with me half the time. We weren't married, and it wasn't legal, but I still think of Dan as my first husband. 

To the outside world, Dan Ogle worked for me in an advisory capacity. Not an agent and not a trainer, but more a professional mentor-coach who oversaw my training and overall athletic plan. 

ESPN Magazine did a profile of me that listed him as my "secret weapon" and "Svengali." Mentioned how he had his own live-in apartment in my mansion and that he met me every morning for yoga and a high-protein breakfast before we went over my day's activities. If anyone cared to read between the lines... well, that's the advantage of being a guy like me, I guess. People rarely did. 

***

My roving eye wouldn't stop though. I chalked it up to road-trip syndrome. Dan had his own work, his own clients to attend to. And he felt nervous about being seen with me too much.

The groupies filled the void. I had my mojo down, and it felt too easy. It certainly was fun as hell.

Dan had his suspicions, and I didn't like keeping secrets. By mid-summer, I told him what he kind of already knew. 

"How's the supposed to make me feel, Luke?" he asked. Mr. Stoic was surprisingly emotional.

"Sorry, Dan," I said. "I'm just a horny guy."

"You're not sorry," he said. "And fuck you!" 

"I don't know what to say," I replied, taken aback. I did feel bad, but I also knew Dan was right. I felt every bit as young and immature as I was. 

Dan huffed off and came back with an overnight bag. "I'm going," he said. "I'll get the rest of my shit later."

I was stone silent. Mad, frustrated, sorry, and emotional all at once. I watched him leave.

I was mopey for a while. I knew I'd fucked up a good thing. But the problem was, I knew if I had it to do all over, I probably still would have fucked it up. Maybe a different way.  The problem though is to give someone with my desires the body I had and the massive fame I had. There was always going to be temptation, and I was going to be too weak to resist it.  

Call it the Sports Illustrated Jinx.

Rehab Assignment

I tried to do some soul searching. I could change my ways, turn over a new leaf. 

Maybe it was coincidence, but I hit a slump after Dan Ogle left. Like, I couldn't hit worth shit. I made the All-Star team for a second time, but that was based on my prior phenom perfromance and my stardom. It's frustrating because you're letting yourself down but also your team and your fans.

My next groupie was thrilled to meet me all the same. At a series in Pittsburgh, I did a quick meet and autograph signing session with some fans after the game. Maybe it was the loss that made me more appreciative of those events. 

Pete was pure Luke Fulton bait. Strapping business guy type in his 40s, thick muscled body in his golf shirt, tan and handsome in a clean-cut professional way, wedding band on his ring finger. He had two baseballs for me to sign, one for each of his sons.

"You look familiar," I lied. 

That made the man laugh. "I'm pretty sure I'd remember if we'd met," he said, beaming. "I'm still pinching myself, actually."

I flashed a grin. "Well, if you want to hang out later, I'll be in the Fairmount hotel bar." 

He got a shy embarrassed look on his face. Unlike some previous men, though, he didn't take long to realize I was propositioning him to be a groupie. "Oh," he said. I could see him process the idea. He might have had some scruples, but his fandom won out. "For real?" he asked me.

I shrugged to give that laid-back look, even if I really hoped this one would pan out. Something about getting a nibble makes you want to reel the big fish in. "If you want man. I don't know Pittsburgh, and I don't have plans."

That seemed to warm Business Guy out of his shyness. "I'd LOVE to show you around," he said. "It's a great city."

"Give me an hour?" I asked. I had to shower and change. Given our losing series, the guys wouldn't be in a partying mood. 

"Oh yeah," he said. "See you then." He held up the signed balls. "And thanks!"

I was a few minutes late showing up at the hotel bar, but Pete was there. He'd changed into a more presentable polo shirt. He had that nervous date look until I showed up, then he got a big smile on his face. 

"I almost thought you were pulling my leg. My family thinks I was making up meeting you."

Jesus, maybe I was a heel. Still I wanted him and the fact I had the power to attract a regular guy like this had me in lust. I placed my hand on his shoulder. 

"I see you already have your drink," I observed.

He had a beer bottle in hand. "Um, yeah... I already got one."

I squeezed his trap muscle with my fingers. Flirting, or at least sending a signal. "Oh, I was going to ask you up to my room for a drink. Maybe after this round." OK, I wasn't going slow with this one. But he gave me a knowing smile, so at least I wasn't messing up my chances. 

I got a drink, nothing too strong, and Pete and I made small talk. This was kind of a first for me. He seemed into the whole meet-your-idol thing, so I tried to show him a little of the real Luke Fulton. But I let him talk about his work and how he was born and raised in Pittsburgh but had always followed my team. He even talked about his family, and I was surprised since at least in my experience married guys don't like being reminded that they're stepping out. But he was proud and asked me advice since his eldest son was a baseball player. It was weirdly sweet. 

I almost let the big catch off the hook. I mean, I liked Pete a lot and didn't want to pressure him. But he eyed when I was getting down to the bottom of my drink and was the one to bring it up. "Feel like going up to your room, still, Luke?"

My heart pounded. "Yeah, if you're game." 

He set his beer down on the bar and gave a laugh which made his handsome face that much more alluring. "I'm game... I still can't believe this."

I patted his back as he led the way out of the bar. We kind of smirked at one another as we waited for the elevator. Pete seemed nervous but also confident in a way that made me wonder if he'd done this before. 

The appearance of a couple of young women at the elevator broke the spell, particularly as they started giggling nervously and whispering once they recognized me. Pete looked over with an amused smile. Only when we got to my room did he mention it.

"I bet you get that a lot," he said. 

"Those girls?" I asked. "Yeah, it happens a lot."

"I wouldn't have pegged you to go for men," Pete observed, taking a look around my suite. I think the whole hotel vibe added to the sense of my fame for him.

"I don't advertise it," I said, unbuttoning the dress shirt I'd put on. I wanted to me sure he understood the need for discretion.

He turned toward me, his eyes widening as he saw me open my shirt. "Fuck, you have an amazing body."

I peeled off my shirt, showing my bare chest, while I kicked off my shoes. "I'm not sure what experience you have."

"I've fooled around with a golf buddy of mine," Pete admitted. He peeled off his polo. The man had a normal body rather than an athlete's but it was on the very in-shape and muscular side of normal. His chest hair wasn't super thick but he had wiry brown hair down the middle of his torso. He paused and then added, "You know, blow jobs and stuff."

"Very cool," I replied. I was undoing my belt. There was something no nonsense about this guy, even if he was a little crushed out on me. "What happens in this room stays in this room," I assured him.

"Absolutely," he said. He slipped off his shorts and I saw he was chubbing in his briefs. "OK if I feel your body some?"

I stopped undressing and let Pete take over. Compared to other men I'd met with a bi streak, this dude seemed at ease with another man's body. His hands were strong but caressed my muscle gently, openly. It was like he could barely take his eyes off my chest, but he looked up with his brown eyes.

"Luke fucking Fulton," he hissed. Part of his tone gave me the nervous twinge that he'd be the kind to kiss and tell, but I realized he was just playing out his star struck fandom. 

"In the flesh," I said, letting my arms go to my side and letting Pete have full rein. "You gonna take care of me, buddy?" I hadn't spelled out the top/bottom dynamic. It didn't hurt to give a reminder.

He nodded like an excited puppy. "Oh yeah... this is so fucking hot."

"Kiss?" I asked. 

Pete grinned and nodded, then met me halfway. He was a good kisser, a great kisser. I kissed him back like I hadn't with a guy since Dan Ogle. Pete's golf buddy was one lucky guy. 

Already the married man's hands were undoing my slacks and greedily started groping my dong through my underwear. I moaned into his mouth, telling him how much I loved it. Meanwhile, I was pawing at that daddy build beneath his polo shirt. Pete was solid, all right. No dadbod here.

Finally the guy pulled back and then looked down, eager to see my crotch. Peeling the band of my underwear, he slipped it down over my hard prick and further beneath the balls. Letting him see all my family jewels.

"Damn, you're hung," he breathed excitedly. 

"You like?" I asked. Some guys got scared by the size, some really turned on. Pete seemed to feel both.

But he looked up again, his game face on. "You want me to suck you, man?"

"I'd love that," I replied in a leer. I now shucked down my slacks mid-thigh, letting my hard dong stick out, throbbing. It had been too long since I'd had real-life sex and this man was pushing all my buttons.

Especially since he was the right combo of ordinary dude and eager bottom. At least oral bottom. I almost made a play for his ass, but he was giving off that inexperienced vibe. Nothing was inexperienced about his giving head. He crouched down, then knelt on the hotel floor, excitement in his eyes as he touched my hard meat. 

"Fuck, man," he hissed. "You're bigger than my buddy." He leaned for a closer look, and maybe a smell.

"Just take wha..." I started to say, but already Pete was opening his mouth and swallowing me in.

Married dude knew his way around a cock, that's for sure. I stood, hands on my hips and let him fellate me. Just a few inches at first, up and down, perfect suction. And the sight of him, this hunky daddy servicing me, was getting me going. 

Then Pete started sucking further with each bob. Not deep throating but really working my cock with his long mouth strokes. He was going to milk me off quick.

"Fuck!" I gasped. "I'm gonna cum, man."

The businessman moaned around my cock in assent, but already I was firing off. The orgasm felt so good, a combination of the physical and psychological thrill of being serviced like this. I patted his head, a kind of "good boy" pat. 

Pete laughed when he pulled off. "Did I do OK?" he asked. Fucker already knew the answer to that.

"More than OK, man," I said. "That was incredible." I was going to offer to get him off, and I could see the boner in his shorts. But the affable Pete was quickly being replaced by the nervous-guilty Pete. 

"I really should get home," he said.

"Yeah," I acknowledged. "Thanks for coming by." Maybe I should have said, "thanks for the blowjob," but with married groupies, the direct approach wasn't usually the best.

He gave a shy grin as he stood up. Along with the guilt there was some pride he had at a job well done. And still that thrill he'd met me. 

I regretted being one-and-done Luke, because this guy was the kind I would have loved to spend more time with. In any case, I felt super appreciative. "Hey," I said, pulling my underwear and trousers back. "I can get you tickets for the rest of the series, if you like," I offered. "You can take your boys."

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say, bringing up his family, but Pete's expression turned 180, into pure happiness. "Yeah?" he asked.

I winked. "I'll get you some good seats. Four tickets work?"

"Man, fuck... yeah, that'd work," he laughed. 

I scribbled down my private number and my private email on the hotel stationery pad and folded it, handing it to Pete. "Here... I'll set you up first thing tomorrow."

"Wow," he said. "Thanks. Seriously... this is awesome."

I had no idea if I'd ever see Pete again, but he brought his boys and one of their friends to meet me after the game. I didn't perv on the teens, but I could tell they were going to grow into their daddy's looks, for sure. 

The final game of the series we finally won, and I finally homered, a grand slam, no less. 

I didn't hook up again with Pete that series, but as I was boarding the plane to our next series, I got an email on my private account. 

"I never did show you around Pittsburgh," Pete wrote. "Offer still stands." His email address showed his last name: Reilly.

"I'll take you up on it, next time," I wrote back.

MVP

If you're an athlete who's at all into other men, there's probably no bigger dream fuck than that coach you remember from back in the day. Maybe it was the middle school coach you first popped boners to. Maybe it was the high school coach you fooled around with after practice.

I never crossed any lines with Coach K, but that made him even more alluring to me. Craig Kellerman had been the baseball coach at the Township High School, but he took me under his wing when I was 14, after seeing me at a youth baseball game he was helping out with. It was Kellerman who raised money from business leaders around town to send me to the elite travel program. Coach was the one who put me on the varsity roster right away. 

And for four years, Coach K was my confidante and mentor. My dad wasn't in my life, at all, and my coach became my primary father figure. He was the one I talked to when I had to decide to go with the draft at 18. And he was the one who helped me pick my agent.

And, yeah, I was frickin' crushed out on the guy. He was married and nothing ever happened. But I shot a lot of loads thinking about boning Kellerman. 

I kept in touch, a lot. When I entered the majors, Kellerman maybe thought I'd leave him and my hometown behind. But I still called the man once a month for long chats. And each off season I came back to the high school to talk to the baseball team, hang out, do some batting practice, that kind of thing. 

Maybe Coach didn't know it, but I credit him for finally getting me past my slump. My team was set for a series against the local city team near my hometown. It was the one I grew up rooting for, so I always had mixed feelings playing them. Like, you're a professional and your team is your identity. But deep inside you're still a small kid rooting for that team that has your heart. 

I made time for Coach the morning of the first game of the series. He'd driven into the city. As usual, I got him tickets for the series. I offered to pay his hotel room, too, but he declined. "Save the money, Luke," he'd said with a joke when I talked with him on the phone, "Don't spend it all at once."

When I saw him, god the man was so fucking attractive. Beefy and barrel-chested, knotted forearms and thick biceps that showed in his snug T shirt. Kellerman was starting to get some gray in his medium-length blond hair, too, giving him that mousy look and adding to his DILF-iness. 

Some of my attraction was that I hadn't be laid since Pittsburgh Pete. I was in a cautious mode, and it wasn't sitting well with my libido. 

The body wash scent and warmth of him as he met me in a clasp of a bro hug wasn't helping.

"Luke... so good to see you, man." When I was a player, I was "Fulton," but Coach and I had a more man-to-man rapport now.

"You, too, Coach," I said. Coach was always gonna be "Coach."

We grabbed a coffee and something seemed different this time. Coach asked me about my slump and instead of something judgmental, he was more concerned with how I was dealing with it emotionally. It was the kind of mentor role Dan Ogle had taken over, and one I'd missed. A lot. 

So it all came pouring out, the emotional rollercoaster and the struggles I was dealing with this season. A side I couldn't show anyone, but I could show Kellerman. He didn't try to tell me how to fix my swing, but he told me to be true to myself, the player inside me. That probably didn't make sense, but I decided I'd try to tune out the negativity that had been building up.

Finally, I asked Coach how he was doing. 

His eyes crinkled a bit and I could see he was holding back some emotion. "Guess it's not been a great summer for me. Kim and I are getting divorced." Mrs. Kellerman taught at my high school, and I always thought of them as a regular couple.

"Damn, Coach..." I said. 

He nodded in acknowledgment. "We're just separated for now. But the lawyers are earning their money." He looked at me apologetically. "Sorry to bring it up, Luke."

"Come on, Coach," I objected. "You can talk to me about stuff. Real stuff."

"Thanks," he said, and let out a sigh. "I have a buddy I can talk to, but the other teachers at school... they're kind of picking sides. Anyway," he said, "I guess I never ask. But you got anyone in your life?"

"Like...?" I prodded. Though I had a sense of what he was fishing for.

"You know, a girlfriend... I know you're a big time athlete," though, he added with a wink.

I wasn't gonna tell him. But the honest conversation had me speaking before I stopped myself. "I'm into dudes, Coach. Though no one special."

He looked at me for a second to see if I was pulling his leg. "Well, I'll be damned," he said. "Guess I should have suspected something."

"I don't advertise it," I said curtly. 

He seemed to take that. "No, I guess not. Good on you for being honest about yourself, Luke. I just thought I knew you well."

"You do know me well, Coach," I assured him. "Just not where I get my dick wet... sorry for my French, sir."

He laughed. "It's just us men, Luke. And if I can be honest, the only good thing about the divorce is getting my dick wet again." I could tell he was embarrassed to admit that but also enjoying having some guy talk with me. 

"Yeah?" I laughed. "You dog."

He chuckled. "Not a ton of action, but yeah... it's been fun."

"Damn, and I hit a dry spell lately." I don't know why I was opening up to Kellerman like this. 

"I'm sure you'll get back on your game, Fulton," he said. It was strangely assuring to hear him call me by my last name again. Like we were shooting the breeze in his office after practice. I had so many emotions connected to this man. 

"Hope so, Coach."

We wrapped up, since I had to get to the park for the afternoon game. But we bumped fists and said we'd meet up the next day. 

***

Stuff got in the way, and it was after the second evening game before I saw Kellerman. I apologized for not breaking away earlier, but he was having none of it. "I love having some Luke time however I get it. For real."

We grabbed a drink. Coach had gotten in to craft beers so I had him pick a spot not far from downtown. After a drink he was loosening up. 

"I think the old Luke Fulton is back," he said, as if by proclamation. 

"What do you mean?" I laughed. 

"The stud. The superstar." Maybe he'd already had a couple of beers at the game.

"You trying to jinx me, Coach?" I teased, pressing my legs into his as we sat at a bar. I loved the feel of his warmth and furry muscle and regretted pulling back. 

He looked me in the eye. "Nope, don't believe in that. You don't either."

There was something perceptive about the man. It gave me goosebumps actually.

"No, I don't," I said. 

He grinned. "So... tell me why you're having guy trouble."

"I'm not having guy trouble, Coach," I said. 

He gave me a stern look. "Don't bullshit me."

"You don't wanna hear, Coach."

"Try me." I could tell he felt bad that I hadn't come out to him before. Maybe even a little mad at me. 

"I cheated on a guy, OK?" I swore in a low voice, almost whisper. "I can't keep my fucking dick in my pants, that's my trouble."

I knew I'd directed some anger at him, but I knew Coach understood. "Sorry, Luke. Maybe you're a good guy who's done some not-good things. All of us have some of that in us."

"Not the response I was expecting," I said. 

He shrugged. "Divorce will change your perspective for sure."

I was going to ask if Kellerman had cheated, but I realized that would be way over the line. Instead I patted his back. "If there's anything I can do, Coach," I offered. 

He just smiled at me. "Some Luke time is just what the doctor ordered, thanks."

I struggled to remove my hand but managed. Somehow. 

Coach took a sip of beer, polishing it off. "Want another?"

"Sure. We getting drunk, Coach?" I asked.

"I am," he said. "I got a hotel room and don't have to drive. And it's summer fucking break."

We got another round. "Here's to summer break," I toasted.

"Here's to getting the old Luke Fulton back. I believe in you, buddy."

Coach seemed to be letting loose. "So... who's the guy?"

"The guy?"

"The one you're still hung up on."

I'd confessed a lot but now I really hesitated.

"Come on, Luke, you can trust me."

"Ogle," I finally said. 

Kellerman knew exactly who I meant. "Should have figured," he said. "Guess I'm not the quickest guy... maybe because he's older."

"That's my type Coach. Can't get enough of the daddies."

Coach laughed. "Is that what you dudes call it?"

I laughed too. "Yeah, it's what we call it."

I could see two and two add up in his head. And a stunned look on his face. 

"Sorry, Coach," I said. "I'm a full-blooded dude."

I could see him blush red. "It's OK... just never thought of it."

"I'm not gonna mess anything up," I said. "Though maybe I have."

It was his turn to pat my back. I couldn't stop that hardon if I tried. And I didn't try, really. 

"Hey! Sorry to bother you..." The voice was from a guy in his 40s, looking like every generic 40-something dude in the place. Not overly handsome, but good looking in a way. His shyness added to his attractiveness, I decided. "I just want to say, I'm a huge fan."

"Thanks," I beamed. Flashing my pearly whites. Coach was seeing me in full baseball star mode as I made small talk with the guy, got his name, then shook his hand before telling him good night. 

Kellerman had a grin on his face.

"What?" I asked with a laugh.

"You like the attention," he said. 

"Maybe," I admitted. "What's wrong with that?"

"Was that guy your type?" Kellerman asked. 

I laughed. "You're drunk, Coach."

"Yep," he said. "And I'm ordering another beer," he added. "It's been a shitty few months."

"Sorry, Coach," I said. I flagged the bartender for another round. Coach ordered his typical domestic bottle. 

"You're a cheap date, Coach," I teased. OK, the alcohol was wearing down my defenses and my flirtiness was kicking in with the last person I should be flirting with.

Thankfully, Coach was OK with the comment. "You got me tickets for the whole fucking series, Luke." Then he got weirdly quiet and serious. "I really appreciate that you keep in touch."

"Jeez, Coach. You're like a father to me, you know that." 

He shrugged in a way that acknowledged the truth of what I was saying. His blue eyes flitted up to meet my gaze. "Is that part of the attraction of older men? The father figure thing?... I don't know a lot about these things."

I felt seen. "You're pretty damn perceptive, Coach. And I have a feeling you're not gonna want me to be in touch much after tonight."

He brushed off my concern. "I'm always gonna want my Luke time, you know that."

Something about that sincerity, and the fact that Kellerman was saying it, gave me a boner. "I'm skating on thin ice here, Coach."

Kellerman seemed to take that in. "Well, I appreciate you opening up for me, Fulton."

"You can open up to me, too, Coach," I replied.

He nodded and had a pained expression on his face, visible even with his drunkenness. "I cheated on Kim. Maybe we were headed to divorce anyway, but it was a shitty thing to do."

"Like you said, Coach, good guys do not-so-good things sometimes."

"Thanks, Fulton."

"You hanging in there, OK?" I asked. I mean, I could enjoy a night out as much as any guy, but Coach was hitting the sauce for sure. 

He flashed a smile. "I'm doing OK. For real."

I looked at my empty glass. "I've had enough, Coach. Why don't I cash out?"

He gave a nod. "Can I pay, Luke?"

"No you can not," I said. "It's my pleasure hanging out with you, Coach." Damnit, my flirty side was coming back.

At least Coach was walking normal as we made our way through the hotel lobby to the elevator. Then it was just us in the elevator. I pressed my floor and Coach pressed his. I couldn't help but smile. The man was so frickin' hot. Beefy chest filling out the fan jersey, thick arms, just the right amount of hair, and those graying temples... I wanted to memorize the details for the stroke session I was about to have. 

He seemed to invite my gaze. "Just throwing this out there, Luke... but if you need me to be your Ogle tonight..."

This was not what I was expecting, but I spoke before I could second guess myself. "Yes. Please."

We went to his room. It would be more discreet, but mostly it was because Coach's floor came first. I could sense his body was shaking some as he opened the door. I followed him in and took the liberty of feeling up his strong shoulders. Kellerman had a different build and body than Dan Ogle, but he was solid man, all right. 

My touch made Coach stop and hiss. "That feels nice, Fulton."

I stepped up and kissed his neck, moving my hands to his waist to run up beneath the hem of his jersey. "You're so fucking hot, Coach," I growled. "You OK with this?"

A heard a pause then a soft reply. "Yeah, I'm OK. Just never done anything like this."

"We can just do what feels right," I said. I usually pushed men to do what I wanted, but Kellerman was different.

The man turned to face me and we kissed. I was frickin kissing Craig Kellerman.

It was a crazy head rush and my dick was hard as nails. 

When we pulled back, Coach K had a playful smile on his face. "Wow, you're good at that."

"Not freaked out?" I asked him. 

He shook his head. "Nah... well maybe a little. But that's the turn on, too. Letting that curiosity run free."

I lifted my hand to run along his thick corded neck and up toward his ear. I don't what it was about Kellerman that brought out my seductive side. Usually in my hookups with men, I was used to the straight-curious dudes being star struck. Coach K had some of that idol worship, but I idolized him, too. It felt strangely more mutual.

"Please be as curious as you want, Coach," I said. 

I thought I couldn't any harder, but Kellerman tentatively reached out to touch my chest, openly feeling up my athletic muscle. Our eyes locked. He was nervous but into this. "What did you do with Ogle?" he asked, then apologized. "Sorry if that's the wrong thing to say, Luke."

I shook my head. "It's all good, Coach," I assured him. "Dan was my bottom. He sucked me, and I fucked him."

Coach seemed to take that in. "I don't think I'm up for fucking, Luke," he said. "Sorry."

I caressed his neck and nodded. "I'll take whatever Coach time you give me."

Kellerman gave a nervous laugh. "I don't know... I've never..."

I winked. "How would you like to get a blow job, Coach? Just start there."

It clicked for the man. He crouched down in front of me, suppressing his nerves like he was jumping into a cold lake in one quick dive. 

"You're hard, Luke," he observed.

"Fuck yeah, I'm hard, Coach," I assured him. "I've carried a bone for you for, like, forever. You know that right?"

"Yeah," he said, like that knowledge was just sinking in. 

He touched the mound in my shorts. He let out a surprised hiss, and I did too.

"You're big."

"Yeah, Coach. Guys like that," I assured him. I wasn't sure if he was going to get second thoughts, but I wanted to encourage him as best I could.

"I bet," Kellerman said and started to undo my shorts. It was more methodical than rushed, and I held my impatience in check as he peeled my briefs down over my hardon. 

I expected balking, but Coach K was already leaning in and taking me into his mouth. 

"Fuck, Coach!" I hissed. I massaged his neck again while the man began to suck me. He wasn't a pro, but he did as I asked and sucked me the way he thought a blowjob should be. Smartly he didn't take too much but just bobbed up and down on a few inches. 

This was all incredible. A mind fuck and a half, watching my coach and mentor blow me. That was going to overcome any lack of technique. "Coach... I'm getting close," I hissed. I heard Kellerman moan around my dick. I was a second away from blasting. "Please don't pull off, man!" I urged.

To his credit, Coach didn't. Not even with the gusher I fired into his mouth and throat. He choked a little then got the hang of swallowing my cum. I had to pull back and pull out, his tongue was making me too sensitive.

"Goddamn, Coach," I huffed. "That was fucking incredible."

He looked up with a look of pride. "Yeah Luke?" he asked.

I nodded and squatted half down to hoist his body up. I wasn't horny like before but I kissed him deeply. There was just something profoundly emotional about what just happened. Kellerman might just be a bi-curious divorced man, but he'd given me a huge gift.

I guided the man back to the bed and clumsily we collapsed on the mattress together. Laying side by side, we made out while Kellerman got out of his summer casual clothes. My hands touched every available inch of his bared body. Craig Kellerman was in fine fucking form, strong and lightly furred. A stud daddy. He grinned at how clearly I was into his body. 

"I never do the sucking, Coach," I explained. "Not usually. But I owe you."

Leave it to Coach K to be the man to get me to suck my first cock. At 24 no less. I channeled my own advice to him and did what I liked guys doing to me. "Fuck... Luke Fulton..." Kellerman hissed as I went down on him. It was strange. I sort of enjoyed the feeling of cock in my mouth thought psychologically, my ego wasn't crazy about the idea. But I was crazy for Kellerman and everything he represented to me. If I'd had the chance to do this at 16 I would have been Coach's cocksucker no questions.

So I focused on my lust for him and my desire to give him the pleasure he gave me. It didn't take long. "Luke..." he warned.

Now or never, I stayed on that dick and felt the head swell before I tasted the briny seed spurt out on to my tongue. It was thick, then the next shot was more watery. It was novel, and I wondered if I should let go of some of my hangups. For now, I swallowed him down and then pulled off.

Coach barely gave me a chance to get a good breath of air before he pulled me into a kiss.

"Is this OK?" he asked as he snuggled up to me. His body was warm and felt amazing. I didn't have a fuck hard but I was bricking up again from the contact. 

"Is what OK? I gave a little laugh to see my mentor show his insecure side.

"Just holding you. It's been a while since I've been close to another person."

"It's been a while for me, too, Coach," I assured him. We kissed.

He had a thoughtful look on his face as we broke the kiss. "You know, I thought I'd be weirded out more. Being with a guy."

"You enjoyed it, right?" I asked. 

He nodded. "Very much. It's just not how I think of myself."

"I'm not putting labels on you, Coach," I said, running my hand along his strong knotted arm. "Other than 'hot as fuck'."

Kellerman laughed. "You too, buddy."

"Can I sleep here, Coach?" I asked softly.

Coach K said "definitely" and met me in a soft kiss.

Contract Renegotiation

When I got back home I stayed in close touch with Craig Kellerman. Nothing was too new about that, but we began texting daily and something was just different. It was the sex, but more than that. The fact I'd shared my secret about Dan Ogle and he'd opened up about his divorce meant we were bonding emotionally. That was the challenge of being a professional baseball star. You build up these walls around you. Coach K was someone I could now trust and confide in.

I still flirted with Coach, and told him any time he wanted to come visit he should. I'd be back in my hometown too in the off season. I didn't spell it out, but I would love a repeat of the sex we had. Maybe it would happen, maybe it wouldn't, but I had a feeling I could persuade Coach for a repeat.

My season ended up on a high note. In the batter's box my confidence was back and my stats were back up. Our team didn't make the playoffs, but we were finishing on a good note otherwise.

I thought of getting a second home in Florida, since I always found the proportion of daddies to be higher there... kid in a candy store syndrome, I guess. But I stayed put, at least for now.

I hadn't expected Dan Ogle to stick around the city. But I was out one night, pretty late, after a game, at one of the higher end restaurant-bars. I liked this place because the bartenders and staff looked out for me and made sure I was more or less left alone. They had a VIP room if I wanted real privacy, but that night I was grabbing a small bite at the bar. 

Dan must have been wrapping up a meal there, because he'd spotted me and came over. He had a nervous look on his face. "Hey Luke," he greeted.

Maybe I was nervous too. "Hey, Dan." God, he was somehow even more handsome, in his sportcoat and dress shirt, looking great for his early 50s, salt and pepper hair growing out some more since last I saw him. Not that I cared too much, but he'd also slimmed down his waist.

"Out alone?" he asked. I knew he was mad at me still, and hurt, but he didn't seem as mad as I expected. His eyes were looking at me like he wanted me. I wanted him, too, as much as ever. 

"Yep," I said. "Didn't feel like going out with the guys after a loss, you know?"

"Tough," Dan said. "It was a close one in the 8th." 

"So you're a fan now, huh?" I smiled, referencing my team name. 

"Always," Dan said, relaxing into a grin of his own. He then got a cynical laugh and shook his head. "God, this is probably a mistake.... Fuck."

"What?" I said, turning in my bar stool to face him more. He might be able to see the boner in my trousers, I didn't know. 

"Coming over here."

I gave him as encouraging a look as I could. "I'm glad you did, Dan."

He gave me a deeper look and gulped. "Well, great to see you Luke."

"Great to see you, Dan," I said.

Things felt lonely after he left. Even the bar area was clearing out. I closed out my tab and went back to my place. 

I didn't have to wait long for a text though. I'd barely gotten home when I got a notification from Dan. "I miss you, Luke." 

My heart beat. "I miss you, too," I wrote back. 

"Wanna come over and pound me into the mattress?" 

This was our old dynamic back, at least the sexting part and the return of Ogle the Power Bottom. I didn't know if Dan just offering a booty call or wanted more. I'd be happy either way. 

"I don't know where you live," I typed. Hopefully that didn't sound blunt, but it was the truth.

His reply was just an address. I figured out how long it would take to drive there.

"Give me twenty five."

"Yup."

I was boned the drive over but nervous as I approached Dan's condo. It was a nice place, the kind of luxury condo a single man doing OK for himself would live in. I sauntered up and knocked on the door.

Yep, it was power bottom Dan who opened the door, naked and hot as fuck. As I stepped in I got a look at his slimmed down body. Strong chest and arms, meaty shoulders but a trimmer waist. He'd let his fur grow in more and looked great. 

"Hey," I said, nervous and horny.

"Damnit, Luke," he growled and reached forward to pull me into a kiss. Dan Ogle was in heat, and as we made out he writhed against me, practically sucking my tongue into his mouth. 

It took me a second to regain the initiative, but it came back to me, like riding a bike. I was gonna nail Dan's daddy ass again.

I reached down and griped his meaty cheeks. Dan had a prize winning ass, and it seemed fuller and harder. I kneaded those buns as we made out and pried them apart, dipping my finger deeper into the cleft.

I felt the slick wetness of lubricant, which drove me wild. I hoisted Dan up onto the nearest table, hoping to God it would hold his weight. It did, thanks to the hold he had around my neck as he looked up to me with expectation. 

I nodded, telepathically letting him know I was on his wavelength. I reached down and unzipped, and my hard cock practically released itself, sticking straight up in a line toward his ass. 

I leaned back in and kissed him deeply again. There was a lot of pent up emotion, sure, but also just pure sexual need. Dan and I just clicked, and the anticipation of another fuck had us wild. 

I pushed my prick against his hole, eliciting a grunt into my mouth. 

I pulled back. "Tell me you need it, Dan. Tell me you need my cock."

His eyes were wild. It's hard to describe the power of having a 52 year old man looking up at you with the need and vulnerability Dan Ogle had at that moment. I thought of what Coach K had said about me looking for a father figure. As I nudged my prick into the dent of his sensitive lubed pucker, I realized Coach was right. I fucked Dan in some fucked up quest to compensate for my missing father. I fucked other men in that same quest. I'd never be satisfied, not fully, but I'd have a hell of a lot of fun trying. 

"Yes," Dan grunted when I breached him. 

"Back in the saddle, Ogle," I hissed. He was tight but not giving me too much resistance. Dan had been taking cock over the last year. 

I powered in, feeling his fingers grip my shoulder muscle. And again. Fucking him now. I didn't want to hurt him, but the man seemed to crave it hard, a little rough, even. So I gave him the full Luke Fulton ride. Athletic, sweaty, hard fucking. And he held on, his cock rock hard the whole time as I nailed him. 

"Get it, Luke," Dan growled, that power bottom urgency coming back. Our eyes locked, and my head went light. Before I knew it, I was cumming, hard, shooting inside the man. 

His dick wasn't lubed, but either he was leaking like crazy or he didn't mind a little friction. He reached down and jerked off for a few seconds to bring himself into orgasm, with my spermy cock still sawing in and out of his ass. 

"Fuck!" he finally hissed.

"Yeah, 'fuck'... " I agreed. "I am SO glad you wanted that."

He seemed embarrassed now that he'd nutted and I gingerly pulled out and helped him down from the table. 

Still, he seemed in awe of my prick, which hung half hard. Playfully he reached out and cupped his hand around its girth. "This is an amazing cock, Fulton."

I nodded. "I know," I grinned.

Somehow, that made Dan laugh, which broke the tension. 

"Want a beer?" he asked. "You can stay over."

"Yeah." 

Dan stayed naked, so I kicked off my jeans, and peeled off my shirt, and enjoyed this. Like old times. 

We hung out in the kitchen like that. Naked and recovering for round two. 

"You were a dick to me," he said. "You know that, right?"

"I do," I said. "I didn't expect you'd speak to me again."

"Well, I have to take some responsibility, too," he said. "We never talked about our relationship. I'm not good with the talking part."

"I know," I said. "And I'm not exactly mature when it comes to dating."

He shrugged. "You're like a kid, Luke." He paused. "I guess it's one thing I like about you. You work so hard at your game. I liked being the man who got to see the other Luke."

I laughed. "What? The horny Luke?"

He looked down at my crotch. I was soft now and my prick hung off the kitchen stool. "It's fun as hell. I just need to know where I fit in."

"I'm not a one-man guy, Dan," I said. "Sorry."

"I know," he said softly. 

I didn't now how solid of ground I was walking on around Ogle. But I took a chance. "For what it's worth, I miss my Svengali."

His eyes were emotion. "Luke, buddy."

"For real. Did I say the wrong thing?"

He shook his head no, but didn't reply in words. We sipped our beers. Eyes locking some, but not knowing what to say. I worried I'd fucked things up again, then realized this was probably just ex sex. Fun and tantalizing but nothing more. At least it felt good to clear the air with Dan. We'd never had a true reckoning over how things ended.

I polished off my beer. "I guess I should go," I announced.

"Don't," Dan said. He set down his beer and walked over to my stool. He leaned and we kissed softly. The kiss earlier had been about fucking, this was something else. Soft tongue darting against one another. Our breaths fluttering on our lips before we pressed our mouths together again.

I was hard now. But we weren't rushing beyond just kissing as I stood up to hold him. 

I did give a light slap to his ass and pulled back. "You've gotten fit as fuck, Ogle."

"Gotta keep up with the major leaguers," he replied with a sexy grin. 

I reached up to run my hand along his neck. "I never wanted to hurt you, Dan," I said.

"I know," he replied. "And I never was going to tame you."

We made our way back to his bedroom. Dan wasn't good at talking relationship stuff, and I wasn't mature enough to be anything other than selfish. But for the next hour we made out and we fucked. Afterwards, we didn't need to say it. I had my Svenagli back.

Double Play

Things were different now. Better. Dan was back into professional mentor role. I honestly think he missed that more than anything, more than my dick, more than the sex and intimate time. Dan Ogle loved being the secret force behind Luke Fulton's career.

We were housemates once more, lovers and boyfriends. Ogle was even more a power bottom in bed now, though he sometimes joked about my out-of-control sex drive. I knew that was his way of letting me off the hook, of giving me free rein to sleep with other men. 

I brought home a hunky lawyer I'd met at a community fundraiser. We used the guest room, and I thought it would be awkward, but Dan kept his distance and things were just as hot between us the following night.

I told him about what went down with Coach K pretty soon after he moved in, too. 

Dan smiled, "You dog. You been pining for him for years, right?"

"Since, like, forever, yeah."

"You guys gonna do it again?"

I gave him a "come on" look. Dan was maybe too solicitous of me fooling around.

"What? You guys text like fuckin boyfriends. You should invite him out here."

"Don't offer if you don't mean it, Dan," I said. I was enjoying this new openness in our relationship, but wasn't sure how deep he was truly comfortable with. 

"I'm on the level, Fulton."

***

I didn't think Kellerman would come. I offered to pay for his plane ticket, though. And I mentioned I was living with Ogle again. I thought that would maybe make Coach K feel it wasn't about the sex. 

"Glad to hear, Luke," he said when we talked on the phone. "I was really worried about you, buddy."

"I worry about you, too, Coach."

He flew out and joined us for Christmas. I never was more in love with Dan than to see how he made Kellerman feel at home. They bonded as men of similar age, and with a similar love of baseball. Over the first couple of days, they enjoyed making jokes at my expense. It was fun.

The only thing that was hard is that I felt the pull of these two different men who were important to me. My two father figures. The idea weighed heavily on me that second night, and I was withdrawn and moody as Dan and I hung out in the living room. Kellerman had gone to bed early, his body still on East Coast time. 

"You glad he came?" Dan asked me. I guess I was in a weird mood that night. 

"Oh yeah," I replied. I scooted over and put my arm around Ogle's meaty shoulder. Craig Kellerman pushed my buttons in a lot of ways and had a hot older body. But Ogle's bod was something else. "It just feels weird."

Dan seemed to take that in. "If it makes you feel better," he added. "Kellerman gives you something I don't."

The man was perceptive, or else I was readable as an open book.

I ran my fingers along his shoulder. 

Dan gave me a grin. Placing his mouth against my ear, he growled, "And I'm pretty fuckin sure I give you a ride he can't."

We kissed. Dan knew how to work my emotional doubts and turn them into lust. 

"I'm pretty fuckin sure you can, Ogle." I ran my hand along his burly chest. "Besides, you got that catcher's ass."

He winked. "It's how I bagged a pro baseball star."

I got up and guided him back to the bedroom to fuck.

****

I made my move on Kellerman the next night. I wasn't suave or showing any game. Coach K wasn't some groupie, so I took the direct approach. When we were alone, I told him straight up that Dan and I had an open arrangement. 

"Oh," he said, surprised and taken aback. "Is that why you invited me out here?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I invited you because I want you here, Coach," I said. "Anything else is a bonus. A guy's gotta shoot his shot," I added with a wink.

Kellerman laughed. "You know, this is how I always imagined you'd be with girls... you know, playing the hot shot."

"I AM the hot shot, Coach," I smirked. 

The man gave me a faint smile and said softly, "I'll admit I've been thinking about what it would be like to have a repeat with you."

I took that opening and scooted over on the couch. In my head I knew I was replaying my romantic time with Ogle from the night before. There was something messed up about that. But my action made Craig smile bigger now, right before I leaned in to kiss him. 

I didn't rush things at all, I just channeled my love and lust into that soulful kiss. Gently caressing Coach's meaty bod as we made out. 

I was going to make a move for another Kellerman blow job. Tentative, inexperienced head that got me off. But I just leaned into my emotions then, and Coach's, too. So when I felt his hand paw my crotch and leaned back. I gave a smile that told him how much I liked that. Kellerman smiled, too. 

"OK if we save the sex till tomorrow, Coach?" I asked.

He seemed surprised. "Not in the mood tonight?"

"I'm definitely in the mood... fuck... but I'd love to take you on a date first."

He paused and slowly withdrew his hand. "Ogle's OK with that?" Craig asked.

I nodded. "Definitely OK. You can ask him if you want."

"I trust you, Luke. But I don't want to mess up things with you two."

"You're not messing up a damn thing," I assured him. "Bring it in, Coach," I said softly. And like that we were making out again, softly and deeply. 

"All right," I finally hissed when I pulled back. "Save some of this for tomorrow night?"

Craig had a dreamy look on his face that surprised me. "Sounds good," he said.

I got off the couch and adjusted the hardon in my sweats. Coach had to laugh at my predicament, but there was no hiding that boner. "Your first date with a man?" I asked.

"It will be. But I enjoy my Luke time. You know that."

I leaned in for one more kiss. Then bid Coach good night.

I found Dan in our bedroom, watching TV. He was barechested and looked just amazing. A better, fitter body than Coach Kellerman, even if both men fit my daddy type. Ogle kept his silvery chest fur trimmed at an even half inch, and his muscle was more gym-toned than ever.

"How'd it go?" he asked, apprehensively as I stepped in and shut the door. 

"Really fucking well, Dan. Thanks for letting me do this."

He sat up in bed and nodded to my chubbed erection. "He leave you blue balled?"

I laughed. "I told him I'd save it till tomorrow. I want to take him on a date."

His eyes widened and he smiled. "That's probably his speed anyway."

I peeled off my zip-up workout top and folded it to put on the dresser. "He's never dated a man."

Dan was already removing his underwear beneath the bedsheets and tossing it to the side. "He's crazy about you, Luke. I can see it."

I shrugged. I peeled off my sweats and enjoyed the lust in Dan's eyes as he took in my long cock. "OK if we fuck slow tonight?"

Dan nodded. "We don't do that enough."

"No, we don't," I said. A lot of it was Ogle's preferences. Doggy and getting dicked from behind in general turned him on more and worked his prostate better. 

OK, I was channeling some of Coach's romantic vibe to Dan Ogle, but it felt right to both of us. Sensually making out naked in our bed, me getting on top of him, feeling his warmth and hard body beneath me. Then a slow, loving missionary fuck, where I took my time and worked Dan up into an intense orgasm. 

"I love you, Dan," I said, when I finally dismounted him, running my fingers through that trimmed fur. "I know I have an unconventional way of showing it."

He nodded. Moody now, but his hand now reached out and touched my cheek. "Jesus, Luke, I love being your man. You know that, right?"

"You're my first, you know."

He seemed confused. "I thought you..."

"Not sex. The first man I fell in love with."

He smiled. "Lead man in your harem?" he asked in a teasing voice.

"Don't think Coach is signing on for that," I said. But yeah I had to admit the idea was horny and a turn on.

"We'll see," he smirked.

With that Ogle turned away from me. I thought he was going to reach up to turn off the light, but instead he backed into my naked body and pulled my arm around to snuggle. A-OK with me.

***

Date night with Coach K was weird but thrilling. He was also nervous but got into the groove halfway through dinner. Afterwards, I took him to some simulated golf place where we had drinks and shot the shit. Coach was a good golfer, better than me. 

He started to open up about his ex and the bittersweet memories he had from his marriage. "Hell, I shouldn't be talking about this shit on a date," he said, almost mad at himself for a faux pas.

"No rules, Coach. Just us. Talk about what you want to talk about."

If Kellerman was nervous during the date he seemed to be ready for sex when we got back. We kissed and made out in his guest room, stripping down. 

"You got an incredible body, Luke," he said. His hands were all over it as we rolled around. I wanted to fuck Kellerman in the worst way, but I knew he wasn't on board with that. So I kissed down his furry daddy body and took his meaty cock into my mouth. I'd give the first blow job, and it didn't take long. Coach loved getting head and wasn't used to guys doing it. 

He eagerly reciprocated, with a game focus like he'd been mentally preparing to suck me off for a while. He brought me off surprisingly quickly. "Coach!" I muttered in excitement, feeling my orgasm trip. Then I blasted hard into his suctioning mouth and throat while the man moaned.

"Did I do OK, Luke?" he asked in sincerity when he came back up for a kiss.

"More than OK, Coach. That was incredible. Thank you."

We made out softly. "If you gotta get back, Luke," he spoke up quietly.

I was tempted to sleep the night with Kellerman, but I also valued Dan's understanding and didn't want to push too far. "Yeah," I said. "But please tell me it's not our last date night."

"No, it's not."

Dan was asleep when I slid into bed. I didn't wake him up, but I saw the happy look on his face the next morning when he realized I'd spent the night in our bed.

Pitchers and Catchers

Coach went back home, and I ramped up for Spring Training. Dan was coming with me this time. I first thought he was keeping tabs on me so I wouldn't hit on some groupie, but once we got there I realized he just loved being there for me. Professional mentor during the day, sex partner at night. 

We were out for a late dinner that second night and Dan whispered in my ear. "How bout that daddy, Luke? Is he your speed."

"What are you up to, Ogle?" I whispered, amused and frustrated at not knowing how to navigate Dan's shifting vibes.

"Come on, Fulton. Just answer the question." He had an amused look on his face as well.

I looked over and appraised the guy he was talking about. A front office type, late 50s and handsome, silvery hair, early season tan.

I looked back at Dan. "Very good looking," I said. "I usually like a meatier ass."

"Noted," he said. He turned his body toward me, manspreading some. Ogle has great legs and they filled out his shorts very well. Between the guy talk and having my Svengali next to me, I was getting horny. "Who has the best ass you've ever had?" he asked.

"What the fuck, Dan?" I asked. 

"Be honest," he said.

"You do," I replied. 

He smiled. 

"Was that the right answer?" I teased.

He cocked his eyebrow. "If it's the honest answer."

"Honest answer. God's truth."

"What makes it the best?" he asked.

I wasn't sure what put Ogle in this mood for Twenty Questions, but I'd play along. I leaned in and growled into his ear. 

"For starters, I'm a sucker for catcher ass. You know that." I placed my hand on his bare thigh. I was gonna have to pound Ogle hard that night if he kept working me up. For now, I teased his leg fur with my fingers. "And lately, fuck... you been hitting leg day, keeping that ass nice and fucking big."

"Yeah?" he smiled. Proud and a little turned on himself.

"Fuck, yeah, but damnit Ogle you also got a daddy's ass. Full in a way older men get. I can't keep my hands off you."

"I don't want you to, Luke," he said. Horny but with a sincerity to his voice as well.

I pulled back. Eyes on him with lust and a lot of love. Dan was my first serious man and the one who got me.

"What?" he asked, sensing something was on my mind.

"Now's not the time," I answered. "Maybe later."

"Come on, Luke, you can tell me what you're thinking."

I sighed. I knew I should save this for a more romantic occasion. But Ogle didn't do romance. 

"I'm just wondering if you'd be the kind of guy to marry me."

That surprised him. He looked at me. "Is that a possibility?"

"Not publicly or legally," I said. "But in every other way, I'd be honored, Dan."

His hand now latched onto my bare thigh, his fingers matching the caress I had on his. I was full on boned now. "Where does Kellerman fit in this?" he asked. "Or the other guys?"

"You want me to give them up?" I asked. I was nervous Dan would say yes, but I'd try to be monogamous if I had to. 

He seemed to read my thoughts. "The status quo is good, Luke. For real. And to answer your question, I'd love to be your husband."

We were both in a quiet, giddy mood when we made our way back to the hotel room. I thought we'd be romantic and slow in our sex but after we stripped and embraced, we got pretty worked up. Dan ended up on top and I thought he was going to ride me from the way he was humping. 

"So..." he asked. "If we get married, Luke, you gonna eat my catcher ass more?"

"Oh fuck, Ogle. You know I will. Just tell me when you need it."

"I need it now, Luke." He kind of held my wrists playfully but then let go and scooted around to back his meaty ass up to my face. I leaned forward and nuzzled my face into his crack.

"Mmmmph," he moaned as he leaned forward and began sucking my cock. Ogle was really fucking good at it, but the angle made the sensation of his blowjob different. It felt great, but the quick-action suction was going to take longer to work me to completion. That was OK, it gave me time to root around his crack and his hole. I thought about what Dan said, of me having this amazing ass even more now.

Somehow that idea was the trigger that got me to cum down Dan's sucking throat. He'd barely swallowed my semen when he leaned up and started jerking while riding my face. It took a few tugs, and I almost felt smothered in the process. It was hot.

After we came we kind of rested. Dan rested his head on my chest and I lazily ran my fingers through his graying medium length hair. 

"This is nice," Dan said. "I love Spring Training." Leave it to Ogle to deflect the emotion to baseball.

"I'm glad you came with me, Ogle," I said. "You're my rock, man."

"Me and Kellerman," he said. There was no jealousy in his tone, just honest reflection. 

"You're the tough mentor, not like Coach," I said. "Sometimes I need tough guidance."

"You do," Dan said. 

We enjoyed the afterglow for a long time. Quiet, just embracing. I grew hard again, then softened once more. I felt my heartbeat sync up with Dan's.

"Listen, Luke... if you were just getting carried away with the marriage talk, I wouldn't blame you."

"You saying no?" I asked. "Cause I meant it."

"I'm saying you can't keep your dick in your pants. So we both need to start from that knowledge whatever we do."

"Is that why you came out here this year? To make sure I didn't fuck another guy?"

This was the argument and discussion we should have had two years ago, but it was playing out again, in slow motion.

Dan shook his head. "Un unh. I just wanted to be here for you. For your playing. The sex is a bonus." He reached down and patted my thigh, right next to my genitals. Then he touched those, too, making me plump up again. "If you wanna go out and fuck a groupie, go ahead. Serious."

He shuffled and looked at me. "You want it both ways, Luke... you wanna be the player but get weird when I tell you it's OK."

"Guilty on all counts, Dan," I said. I gave him a smile but he was right I did feel weird. "You're seriously the best. But no I'm not chasing groupie tail on this trip."

I didn't either. Dan and I had sex every night of Spring Training, just us. We talked baseball before and after. There was no more emotional conversations those weeks, no more talk about our relationship. We just understood each other. 

Designated Hitter

When we got back, I bought Dan a gold band and me a matching one. We wore it on our right hands to avoid talk, but from then on Dan Ogle was my husband in my mind. He'd just turned 53 and the age gap felt right to me.

We were both in baseball season mode starting that spring. Domestic life was great. 

It was June before my team had its series against the Pirates. I reached out to Pittsburgh Pete to see if I could take him up on his offer to show me around the city. And unprompted him, I sent him four tickets to each of the games. 

I told Dan about Pete, and in fact I called my husband when I checked into my hotel. 

"You fuck that Pete guy yet?" he asked bluntly after we chatted a minute.

I laughed. "Haven't met him yet. We'll see what develops."

I could almost hear Dan's smirk on the other end of the phone. "He's sniffing around for more Luke Fulton... you're getting majorly lucky."

"I'm getting hard for sure, now," I said. It was true.

"I should have sucked you off this morning," he said.

"I wouldn't have objected. But you're not at my beck and call, Ogle. Besides, you like to sleep in."

"I do," he said. "Well, I should let you go. Have fun, Luke."

"What are you gonna do?"

"Watch some porn, stroke off, get a work out in."

"You ever think of getting some action too?" I asked. I'd brought this up before and it seemed worth bringing it up again.

"If I have permission, that's hot, Luke. But for now, I'll just take the rest. You can wear a guy out."

"All right. Just so you know."

"I know, buddy."

"OK. Well, I'm gonna meet Pete soon. Love you, man."

I didn't use the L word with Dan enough. I was trying to use it more.

"Love you too, Luke."

I didn't have much time to kill after getting off the phone. Pete texted me. "I'm a little early."

"Wanna come on up?" I gave him my room number. Maybe that was too forward, but I got a thumbs up and in a minute heard the knock.

Pittsburgh Pete seemed nervous the first time I'd met him, but he had an eager smile as I let him in. Star struck.

"I hope you don't mind me coming a little sooner," he said, standing to face me. He was wearing a T-shirt for my team and khaki shorts. He looked like a million suburban dads who go to the games and like those men, he had a nice solid body that had seemed to get more toned since last time. "I was hoping maybe... you know, in case..."

"Yeah, you definitely read my mind," I said and stepped up to the man.

His lips and mouth tasted of breath mints and he smelled of cologne. I grew instantly hard feeling his muscled body press against mine and enjoying the sensation of our tongues battling. 

I was the aggressor last time, the pro jock on the prowl. But now, Pete seemed to be taking the initiative, running his hands beneath my T-shirt and feeling me up as he drove the kiss. 

In turn, I took my feel of that muscle daddy body. Pete looked guy next door but was crazy solid. 

"Fuck," Pete hissed as he pulled back. It had been almost a year since I'd seen him, and there was a giddy energy between us. "I was hoping you'd be up for this again."

"Yeah?" I asked with a smile. "Lucky me."

"Dude... you're so fucking hot." His hand traveled down my abs and then latched onto my boner. "And FUCK! I almost forgot how big you were."

I was loving the new, horny Pete. "You gonna take care of that again, man?"

He looked up at me and nodded. 

"I don't know if you like fucking as much as head, Luke..." he said. "But I'd be up for that."

I must have had a surprised look on my face because Pete laughed. The man definitely looked like a man in his late 40s but when he laughed he got some of his youth back. 

I did some fake caveman gesture and growled as I reached around to grip his ass cheeks. I knew Pete had a great body, but I hadn't really assessed his ass, maybe because I assumed fucking was off the table. But I held onto those buns, massaging their hard brawn through his shorts. "FUCK!" Dan Ogle had the best ass in the world, I decided, but Pittsburgh Pete wasn't far behind. The guy was hotter for being real, a regular guy who just hit the gym often, maybe played pick-up ball with his buddies now and then.

My reaction made Pete smile bigger. "I take it that's a yes?" he laughed. 

"Hell yes it's a yes," I replied. I leaned in and began kissing at his thick neck. "Dude, I should have made a play for this last time."

"I wasn't ready last time... but my buddy Jeff convinced me to let him do me... so I've had some practice."

I pulled back. There was a sweet naughtiness to this married dude's face. Handsome in an ordinary way, horny as fuck behind the clean-cut looks. "Remind me to thank Jeff."

He smirked. "You can if you like... he'll be coming with me to tomorrow's game." He now ran his hands up and down my lats, pulling me closer again. "Don't worry, I don't blab, man. But Jeff's a horny dude."

Yeah, my mind was already wondering to this married guy's butt buddy. But I also knew Pete was about as hot as I could hope. 

We kissed some more, and stripped off our shirts. "Let me get some lube," I announced, going into the bathroom to find the travel sized container I had. I thought it was just going to be for jerking off, but now I was anticipating a nice snug fuck.

When I stepped back in, Pete was naked and reclining on the bed. He had a lot of muscle for a regular dude and was masculine as fuck. 

"God you're a stud," he hissed looking up. I stepped out of my shorts and let my boner stand up for his inspection. I walked around the bed, hands on my hips. Pete leaned forward, taking the bait.

"Nice, man," I urged as he began to lick my cock and suck on me some. "Get me nice and wet..." I leaned my head back and shut my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of some quality head. Pete Reilly had gotten even better at this over the last year. I let him work me for about a minute then looked back down and nudged him off.

"That's really fucking good, man..." I hissed. 

"Yeah?" he asked, pleased he'd done well. 

I leaned down to kiss him. Then, barely breaking our connection, I moved into the bed with him. His body felt warm and hard. 

I took my time, and Pete seemed into the intimacy. He wasn't what I expected from a married dude. I told him as much. 

"I'm a little crushed out on you," he said. 

"I'm not trying to be a homewrecker," I said. 

He nodded. "Not leaving my wife and kids or anything... but fuck this is nice..." His lips curled into a smile. "And fun as hell."

"Sure is," I said. 

I began kissing down his body. With Ogle, I was getting more and more into rimming and now that Pete was pulling his strong legs back for me, I knew this married dad's hole was gonna be an obsession. Tight pucker, with lots of dark furry around it. I dove in and started licking, then munching.

I don't know how long I ate Pete Reilly out. Maybe not as long as I thought, but he was super into it, and his enthusiasm egged me on. Finally I pulled back and started lubing his hole.

"You're broken in?" I asked for confirmation as I plunged two slick fingers in and out. The man's hole was snug for sure.

He gave a soft, deep laugh. "I don't know about that, Luke. But my buddy fucks me about once a month. He's not as big as you."

"Your buddy is a lucky man."

He chuckled. "I do him, too. He's very sexual."

"Married, too?"

"Divorced," Pete replied. 

I pulled my fingers out and slicked up my cock. I had a feeling Pete would need extra lube. 

"I'm dating two divorced men," I said. It was a strange time to have a revelation, but saying it out loud made me realize how much my growing throuple situation was a turnon. Not just a way of managing my sex drive and hunter instinct, but something I found sexual and exciting in itself. 

Now I was about to dick Pete Reilly. Not boyfriend potential, but a designated hitter so to speak. I scooted up and nudge my blunt cock head at his entrance.

"You're so fucking hot, man," I grunted.

I slipped in. Pete grunted and winced, but I held still. The man's insides were tight and hot, and I was about hyperventilating with how turned on I was. I loved fucking men, older men, but the first conquest of a dad hole was always special. 

I worked him open slowly, but once I began fucking for real, I felt my cum rising from my nuts and had to slow my thrust.

"What's wrong?" Pete asked, looking up and reading my cautious expression.

"Don't want to cum yet," I explained, holding my hips dead steady. "Your ass is so incredible."

That made him smile. "You can go ahead," he said.

I shook my head. "I wanna enjoy this."

I got control of myself and began slow pumping him.

"Good god," Pete hissed. 

"Feeling good?"

He nodded. "You're really fucking big."

"I know," I said.

I worked myself in and out steadily. Whatever I was doing was doing wonders for Pete Reilly's prostate. He couldn't help but grip his boner and with a few tugs he was spurting all over his hairy chest and abs.

I took the occasion to give a few harder thrusts and let my orgasm catch up. It was an amazing cum.

We uncoupled. Pete was surprisingly sensual and affectionate, even after nutting. We held each other, caressing our sweaty bodies with gentle motions of our fingers.

"That was incredible, Luke," he said. "I'm glad we did that."

"You make me glad to be a man," I said honestly. The sex endorphins were really pumping and I could let my hair down a little.

He nodded. "So... you're dating two men?"

I figured I could open up to him. "One's my husband, the other I'm working on."

"That's pretty damn unconventional," Pete laughed. He had a sexy laugh.

"Sure is," I replied proudly. "Dan knows I'm not a one-man kind of guy, but that doesn't mean I'm not crazy about him."

Pete thought that over and rolled onto his back, putting his arms behind his head. His biceps were big and round and framed by the tuft of dark pit hair. "I know what you mean. I love my wife, but I get something from my buddy Jeff..." he turned to face me again, "... and I guess you now.... that's just different."

We kissed some more. 

I finally pulled back and took a good look at Pete's naked body. He was the perfect combo of "regular guy" and stud daddy. "I guess I waylaid your plans to show me the city," I winked.

He chuckled with his deep laugh. "You can waylay me anytime, man."

We decided to shower together, taking our time and kissing and feeling each other up. Boning up again. And then, yeah, I turned Pete around and fucked him a second time.

Triple Play

Kellerman came to visit in July, when I had an extended home series. It was a two week trial, though no one put it that way, not Coach, not me, not Dan. 

The first couple of days were fun as hell. Me and Coach having date night and getting to know each other in bed. Coach was strictly oral but he was getting used to my dick size and to the act of sucking me to completion. With him I returned the favor.

By day three it started to feel awkward. I was back in my room, Dan's and my room, that night, and the next morning there was a lot of tiptoeing around the situation. I felt sick to my stomach, because I wanted both men so bad, not only sexually but romantically. Ogle had given me a lane to try it, but it was harder in reality than in my head. Coach was still in his recently divorced mode. Craig may have enjoyed having sex with a guy, and I could tell there was a naughty thrill he had having sex with me specifically. But he didn't consider himself gay, not like Ogle did. And he seemed not to know where he fit in.

I got back from my workout the next day to find Dan and Coach in the living room, talking, laughing, but almost as if they were waiting for me. 

"Hey Luke," Ogle said. "Coach and I have been talking."

I felt a sense of dread. "This isn't gonna work out is it?"

Kellerman had a look on his face that I recognized from my playing days with him. A "you can do this, Fulton" face. When I was about to go up at the bottom of the inning and see if I could work my Luke Fulton magic. Half the time I could. 

"Dan and I were thinking it might break the ice if we all three..."

He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't have to. "Shit," I gasped. "For real?"

Dan nodded like a proud rookie. I was starting to see how much my husband had gotten into enabling mode, into making me happy. "Don't worry, buddy... I told him how wild you get me sometimes in bed."

"So... like, now?" I asked.

Coach just nodded. Dan wisecracked. "For a self-professed player, you certainly get shy at the damnedest times, Luke."

That was all the invitation I needed. I pushed down my workout shorts and the exercise briefs I had beneath them. My big cock flopped out, plump and heavy. It rose with each step up to the couch. 

Tentatively I stood in front of Coach, offering my meat to him. Kellerman looked up and winked then started licking the head. 

That was hot, watching Coach slowly open up for me, and take me into his warm, wet mouth, as I looked over at Dan, who was scooting closer.

A lot closer. I gasped as Ogle leaned in and started tonguing the base of my prick, working down to my nuts. I was going to get my first tandem BJ, and the act thrilled me. I placed one hand on each man's head, cradling them in place as I let them share my dick, back and forth, alternating, licking up the sides, until they worked me to an intense cum.

I leaned down and kissed Dan, tongue heavy, then moved to kiss Coach the same way. 

"Let's hit the bedroom," I hissed.

***

The rest of Coach's stay was fun as hell. The best of married sex with early dating. Coach slept in my and Dan's king bed, all three of us having sex together then falling asleep together. 

Craig was definitely surprised to see Dan's power bottom mode, but he watched in horniness as I dicked Ogle for a marathon session, pausing to pull out and make out with Coach. 

The finale was incredible as Dan embraced Coach as I dicked him from behind. I pounded Ogle while Coach encouraged us both and caressed Dan's cheek between kisses.

The last day of Coach's visit, he was moody and quiet, and I worried Dan and I had pushed him too far. I had a game that afternoon so couldn't really check in with him, but he seemed in a better mood afterwards when I got home.

"You were incredible tonight, Luke," he said. I'd had one homerun and one RBI. 

Dan was sitting next to him, relaxing with a beer and smiling. "You horny, stud?" he asked.

I laughed and went to sit down next to them. "Always," I said. "But I wanna enjoy this moment first... my two favorite men."

Coach blushed a little and sighed. "I wish I didn't have to go back."

"You're welcome to come stay anytime Coach," I said. "Even on a permanent basis if that feels right."

"Dan was telling me you've been dreaming of that," Craig replied and then he reached forward and placed his hand on my neck to pull me into a kiss. I went with it, soft tongue and all, while Dan watched on. 

I then pulled away to kiss my husband. I was so grateful he was open to bringing Kellerman into our dynamic. 

"I think you and Kellerman should have some one on one time tonight."

I nodded. "Yeah. But we're all sleeping in the same bed, OK?" I turned to Coach. "If that's Ok with you, Coach."

He grinned. "Yeah, it's OK."

The guest room had barely been used, but Coach and I were making good use of it now. I was keyed up from the game and knew I wanted to enjoy this last night with Coach before he got on a plane back to my hometown. 

"You're coming back, right, Coach?" I asked softly as we embraced, naked on the bed. I realized he'd never answered the question, maybe because he still had a lot to think over.

"Christmas break," he replied. "Jesus, Luke, you make me feel young again."

I grinned and felt up Coach's meaty build. I'd jerked off so much to the idea of him over the years. Now I had him beneath me. "You and Dan make complete, Coach."

He gave me a serious look. "Ogle says you're a player when it comes to men."

"Sexually, yeah," I said. "I'm not gonna lie about that, Coach. But emotionally, you and Dan are my father figures, you know that."

"Yeah," he said. He looked up at me. I'd learn that Coach had a different relationship to gay lust than I did. It was emotional first, then sexual. But I had a special place in his heart. "Luke, buddy... would you fuck me tonight?"

My heart stopped. I think all the blood drained from my head to my dick, cause my prick throbbed into full erection. 

"Coach..." I muttered. Emotional and horny at the same time.

"I wanna give that to you." Craig seemed so vulnerable and that made my heart melt. 

"If you offer, Coach, I'm not gonna have the willpower to say no. You're cherry, right?"

He nodded. 

I didn't belabor the conversation, mostly because I didn't want Kellerman changing his mind. I had some lube in the draw from when I'd had a trick come over. Maybe my trick days were behind me. My deeper connections with men seemed to draw me in... Dan, Craig, and Pete... the sex was somehow hotter, even if my conquest need never fully went away.

I rimmed Coach now, softly and slowly, then I fingered lube around and into his hole while we kissed. He was relaxing, getting into it. 

"I love you, Coach," I said plainly, as I got him ready.

"I love you, too, Luke. You're such a special young man."

"That young man is going to fuck you, Coach."

"I'm ready. For real."

It was a brave face he put on but Coach was nervous. I did my best to be gentle, and by the time I was buried inside him, he was starting to enjoy it, stroking his own dick while I pumped him slowly. 

The idea of taking his cherry had me cumming quick. When I did Coach's eyes went wide with excitement. It turns out he loved the idea of being bred by me, even more then the idea of taking my cock. He jerked fast, and I felt his insides clench down on my still dribbling cock as he came buckets.

His face was flush and he was hyperventilating, even after I withdrew.

"Damn, Fulton... you never told me it was so intense."

I laughed. "You could have asked Dan," I said. "But I'm glad you liked it."

He nodded. "I'm definitely coming here over winter break. Maybe Thanksgiving too if I can afford the extra plane ticket."

"I'm paying for that Coach... really, I want you here all the time."

We talked and made out. Then I reminded Coach I wanted us all to sleep back in the master bedroom.

Dan looked up from his book when we joined him. 

"Have fun?" he asked. I had a feeling he'd jerked off. I'd have to make this up to him.

"Oh yeah," I said, letting Dan see my naked body, and Coach's beefier one coming in behind me. 

"This young man just took my virginity," Craig announced proudly.

That surprised Ogle. "Nice," he said.

I grinned and slid into the bed. "Thank you, Dan," I said. I scooted to embrace and kiss him. "I love you."

Coach slid in on my other side. 

Yeah, this was going to work out.

Getting Coached

Coach Kellerman moved in. He was still teaching and coaching, but in July and August and over every shorter break he was staying with me and Dan and sleeping in our king bed every night that I was home. He accompanied me on a few of the away trips, too. 

Kellerman was the opposite of Ogle, a very emotional heart-on-his-sleeve kind of guy, though lacking confidence in the bedroom. Some of it was still some anxiety about gay sex or being in a gay relationship with me and by extension Dan. 

But by the end of the summer he was getting in the groove of that too. Often our sex was one-on-one, but we enjoyed threesomes regularly, and it was hot to see Craig and Dan suck each other or otherwise fool around. And Coach got into encouraging me when I went to town on Ogle's powerbottom ass. 

Coach got used to bottoming. I loved learning what positions worked for him. He was more of a missionary guy, since it was his love for me that helped him enjoy the sexual act. 

Ogle gave me professional guidance, but Coach was my emotional support. That didn't take away from the love I felt for Dan, it was just different. Still, I had to notice Dan opening up some once Kellerman was involved. He used to pretend his first marriage and divorce hadn't been a big deal, but in one-on-one time with Ogle he talked about how messed up he felt. I listened.

"You and I should have a vacation, Dan," I said as we embraced in the afterglow of our afternoon sex. "Just the two of us."

He nodded, "I'd like that." Then he wisecracked in his normal ex-player gruff tone. "Is that just cause you want to fuck me for three days straight?"

"Let's make it five," I replied. "And I don't take you out of town to do that." I was getting hard again, against his naked ex-catcher body.

"You have a crazy sex drive, Fulton."

"Enough for two men?" I asked. Things seemed to be going well with having two men in my life, but I needed to keep checking in.

"Enough for five," Ogle replied instantly. "Maybe more, though let's talk about it if you start getting greedy."

"I am greedy, Dan," I hissed, reaching back to cup his meaty ass in my hands. 

That made Dan smile. "You love my ass, don't you?"

"You're just figuring that out?"

He got quiet. "I never told you this, Luke, but... before you I was kind of weird about bottoming."

I stopped massaging his hard buns and I knew my whole body grew still. "Yeah? What do you mean?"

"Physically I knew I enjoyed it, a lot. But my male ego took a bruising each time."

This was a side of Ogle I hadn't seen. He'd seemed like such a power bottom from when I met him. "What changed, babe?" I now ran my hands up and down his strong back. 

He grinned. "I got the Luke Fulton experience, that's what happened." I could feel his dick plump up against my hardon. Ogle didn't normally have the quickest recovery time so he must have been getting turned on. "I just felt I'd landed the hottest stud in the fucking league... when you're in me, buddy, I guess it makes me feel like a total stud, too."

"You are a total stud, Dan," I said. "It's why I love fucking you."

That was the right thing to say. I could feel Ogle's prick get full on hard, right before he shimmied out of my embrace and rolled over.

This was the best part of married sex. The syncing up of our sexual responses. Dan was offering himself to me, and I didn't need to discuss anything or ask. I knew he hole was wet with lube and my first load and mounted his prostrate body, feeling the hard bulk and the heat beneath me. Ogle was in his early 50s and I knew he'd be my dream fuck into his 60s and later.

A preloaded hole feels incredible and kinky. We writhed together as we mated, me pawing at Ogle and kissing his neck as I got into it.

"God, I love you, Dan."

"Fuck yeah, love you too, Luke. Take my fucking ass."

Dan was enjoying this, but the fuck was all about me. I got faster and harder and finally busted my second load inside him, whimpering at the overstimulation as I did. I heard Dan chuckle.

I was all smiled when I climbed off him and he rolled over to face me with a big smile of his own. "You're like a little kid, Luke... so needy."

"You my daddy, Ogle?" I teased back.

He shrugged. "I mean yeah... I'm not good at the father figure stuff like Kellerman, but I wanna be that for you."

"You and Coach talk about this shit?" I asked. I don't know why that surprised me.

"All the time," Dan said. "He's the one who told me I should open up to you more, not be such a closed book." Ogle scooted his strong ex-jock bod next to me. I placed my arm around his shoulder to welcome him in. "He said you needed that from me. I guess I needed that too."

We kissed. 

***

Ogle and I did take that five-day vacation. The night before we left, I half-apologized to Coach for being away that long, but the man just clasped my shoulder and winked. "It'll do you guys some good. Have fun, Luke."

I gave Coach a soft kiss, and he responded with a deeper one.

Then after a minute of making out, I crouched down in front of Coach and started pulling down his sweats. I figured I owed him a blowie for what he'd done.

Grand Slam

I was occupied for a while. Majorly satisfied, even. I had two husbands in my life, one the bossy mentor, my Svengali, the other the supportive ex-coach. Both were father figures in a way, and we had developed a nice sexual dynamic, sleeping in the same bed yet also enjoying one-on-one time. Regular date nights, quickie sex, whatever. Dan provided the power bottom energy, whereas with Coach K, I got to indulge nice, slow, deep fucks, but also more oral sex, which Kellerman was still more comfortable with than anals. 

There was Pete Reilly, who'd become my long distance boyfriend. He was a family man sticking with his marriage, but we also texted a lot. I got to know his wife and sons, and I felt a little bad, but I also knew Pete compartmentalized his gay side, and that he wasn't going to leave his family. I'll admit I enjoyed being the godfather-like presence in his sons's lives as they played ball in high school and then began considering colleges. I'd never have kids, I knew, and this was as close as I'd get. 

Pete came out to visit at least once a year, and I went to Pittsburgh a couple of times, for away series or just for some Pete time. It was always hot to connect sexually in a hotel room, or at my place. Just us, having marathon sex and chatting buddy to buddy between rounds. He was entering middle age and somehow was getting even hotter. And it was fun that Pete and I had our own sexual chemistry. The guy loved to ride me, just sit in my lap and slowly work himself up and down on my big meat as I felt up his strong, meaty body. I'd once disliked that position since it didn't get me off quickly, but now I embraced the slow edge before getting my load milked out of me good and hard.

Coach teased me for my thing with Pete, which made me glad. It meant he wasn't mad. Ogle for his part nonchalantly called Pete my boyfriend. 

I didn't realize how much I missed the hunt until the next season when I was flying more on the team's charter plane. You don't always get the same pilot, but this time I'd see the same one regularly. 6-foot-even, handsome silver fox, the guy cut a good appearance in his uniform. He was a typical pilot, outgoing and chatty. I think he enjoyed flying for the pro team. I sure enjoyed chatting back with him whenever I saw him. I talked about my high school buddy who'd gone into the air force, I asked him about his career, really anything to give an excuse for conversation. His name was Scott.

The old flirty Luke Fulton came back in full force. Flirting with men is different than with women, though I had experience only with the first. You couldn't be direct, you had to draw out the man's interest and lean into that star struck vibe. Scott was a Cubs fan, so I ribbed him and said he should root for us instead. He smiled back, in a way that suggested I had a shot with him. "Maybe you can convince me, Luke."

I reeled him in slow. It was probably the tenth time he was flying the charter before I made my move. Asking him if he knew the city we were going to well, maybe he could recommend a restaurant for after the game. A little back and forth and we set up a dinner.

That dinner felt like a date, even if Scott Weston knew I was fishing for sex. But I loved his sense of humor and how easily the conversation flowed. Out of his pilot's uniform, in his polo shirt, I could see that Scott had a very fit but more compact body than I was used to hooking up with, and the short sleeves showed off some magnificent arms. The man was late 40s, early 50s, prematurely gray in a way that set off his blue eyes. He had a killer smile and dimples that drew me in. 

"Ink still wet on the divorce papers, two kids," he replied when I remarked that there was a tan line on his ring finger. 

"Sorry, man," I said. I felt bad for prying.

He shrugged. Unlike Dan Ogle or Coach Kellerman, Scott wasn't the kind of man to mope. "It's for the best, Luke," he said. "We waited until the youngest was off in college. I'm living my best life now."

"Is that right?" I smirked. OK, flirty Luke Fulton was back.

That made him laugh. "Dinner with a real fucking baseball star? I think that counts."

"Just dinner?" I asked.

His blue eyes twinkled as he flashed those dimples. "You're the hot shot, you tell me."

That made me smile back. I didn't recall the last time I felt so giddy on meeting a new guy. Pete Reilly for sure, though that vibe felt different. Still, I had to clear the air. "Just so you know I'm a top bunk kind of guy."

"Figured," Scott said. He had a pilot's voice, a smooth tenor that was comforting and laid back and yet authoritative. "You really go for it, huh?"

"I do," I asserted. "It's kind of my thing."

There wasn't too much more to say, so we shifted conversation topics. I worried I'd gone too far, or that Scott wasn't interested in bottoming. It was only when we left the restaurant that the eye contact became heavier again. 

"My hotel or yours?" the pilot asked. 

"Yours," I said. 

"OK if we take it a little slower tonight?" he asked. I gathered he wasn't ready to bottom.

I reached over and playfully squeezed his shoulder. "You got it."

Scott had clearly fantasized about getting with a professional athlete. As we stripped off back in my hotel room, he had a goofy grin on his face. He had a smaller dick which was railroad spike hard in his boxer briefs. My estimation of his body was correct. Very dense, compact lean muscle, in prime shape for a man his age. Total DILF bod. Unlike Ogle or Kellerman, Weston had shaved or waxed. And while I had to imagine how hot some silvery hair would be, he looked amazing.

"Fuck that's big," he said when he saw me reveal my boner.

I just grinned knowingly.

Scott peeled off that underwear and we connected naked on the bed. I don't know it it was my dick size or the excitement for being with a pro athlete or just the nakedness. But the pilot went wild in bed. Hot making out, lots of humping. 

Then he started kissing down my chest and abs.

"Yes..." I hissed as he began licking my dick. He was good at this, and I let him take his time. Just watching his studly DILF body and his silvery gray hair started to get my trigger. I just let out a deep grunt and came down his throat. 

He leaned up, wild eyed and quickly jerked his dick. Sperm shot out everywhere. Weston was a scattershot cummer. 

He caught his breath after orgasm then practically pounced on me to claim a kiss.

"Thank you," he said as he pulled off and rested his head on my meaty chest like a pillow. "I never expected this."

"The pleasure is mine, man," I assured him. "You do good work."

He looked up and smiled. "Sorry I couldn't put out all the way," he said. "That would have been hot."

"Rain check?" I grinned. 

He nodded like a kid and reached down to grip my cock. I was still hard. "This bad boy would make me cum like gangbusters... I just gotta be prepared, mentally and physically."

We made out some more, softly this time. I thought of going for seconds, but my balls felt satisfied, it was just my cock that hadn't gotten the message to go soft.

I finally told Scott I should head back to my hotel. 

He gave me a dreamy look and scooted off the bed. Jesus, that body was taut and the ass was pure muscle with pretty much two spherical glutes I thought I liked the Ogle/Kellerman/Reilly build more, and deep down I'd choose that. But this was a fun speed. I watched him write his number on the hotel pad. 

"If you want a repeat."

I got dressed and slid his number in my pocket. Another kiss and I was off. Back in my room, I called Dan and gave him the blow by blow.

"Glad you're having fun, Lukey." It was his new nickname for me. 

"Would be more fun if you were here, Dan," I said.

"You're just saying that."

"It's true," I said. "I'm still horny."

I heard a soft chuckle. "That pilot didn't take care of you right?"

"Oh he did. You know me."

"That, I do."

An idea occurred to me. It would be a first, actually. "How bout some phone sex, Ogle?"

"Coach is right here."

"Put him on speaker," I said, unzipping. I was getting bossy.

I heard the sound change, then a "hey Luke."

"Luke wants to have phone sex with us," Ogle chimed in.

That got a chuckle out of Coach. "Now?"

"Yeah, now, Coach. You up for that?" I asked.

I could almost see the handsome man blush. "Yeah, I guess. How we do this?"

I got up and went to fetch some lube. "How bout I start with talking about how much I want to eat both of your asses out right now."

"Um, fuck..." Dan hissed. "Deep tongue rim job?"

"Like you like em Ogle. Going back between you and Coach, and back again."

"Stack me on top of Dan, Luke?" Coach ventured. He was now getting the hang of it.

I lay back and stroked. We talked for twenty minutes, as I worked myself and edged. They asked about Scott and if he was a good cocksucker, but the focus was on them.

"OK if I suck Coach off, Luke?" Dan finally asked. "You got him worked up, buddy."

"You got us both worked up, Fulton."

"Go for it, guys," I said. I knew these guys had their bond and a part of me was nervous of them exploring it sexually without me. But I loved them and wanted them happy and needed to let go of some of my control issues.

I timed it with Coach, responding to his sex moans and getting off on the way he became tongue tied as Ogle worked him to orgasm. I shot, too, a respectable load for my second of the evening.

"Love you guys," I said.

"Love you, Luke," each said.

***

I thought Scott might be a one-off, but the next time he flew the team charter plane, the old flirtation was back. Our conversation as the team boarded was small talk, but the eye contact was telling a different story. I was a sucker for that uniform, and Scott Weston looked crazy good in it.

As we departed Scott stood by the cockpit, blue eyes twinkling. "Good luck guys," he said, to us as a team but eyes locked on me specifically. As I got closer he nondescriptly slipped me a folded paper.

I was a few paces down the terminal when I opened it up.

"Ready to give the full ride tonight," it read. And his hotel and phone.

I had the pilot's number saved but hadn't used it. I used it now. "It's on. Close to midnight."

I felt bad, since maybe Scott had an early AM flight or something. But not bad that I wasn't going to go over and fuck the DILF pilot.

I texted when I was in an Uber to the hotel. I was still riding the adrenaline of having two homers that game. I hoped Scott watched.

I saw from his smile when he opened the door that he did. "Stud," he laughed. The man had just a towel wrapped around his waist. There was that shaved smooth chest and ripped abs, and those thick arms that still seemed in proportion to his taut build. 

I stepped in. "You watched the game, huh?"

"Wanted to get in the mood," he smirked, then as the door shut he pulled me in for a kiss.

My hands latched on to that DILF bod. Then greedily, I unwrapped the package, removing the towel and palming those rock hard, round glutes.

"First one a quickie?" Scott asked. 

I pulled back and looked him up and down. I enjoyed his smaller cock and the way it got insanely rigid. "You think there's gonna be more than one round?"

"You tell me," he teased. "You went for two tonight, I figured you might have it in you."

I did that pouncing move I loved to do with Dan. Forceful in pushing him onto the bed and yet pulling back softly right before I landed on him, kissing gently. It worked for Scott as well as it did for Dan.

He'd set out lube and a towel on the bed. So I slicked up and fingered him. Eyes boring into that handsome face.

"You done this, right?"

He nodded. "Been practicing with a toy all week, too. Ever since I saw the charter on my assignment log."

Something about that drove me wild. Roughly I placed his legs on my shoulders, taking a second to pause and slide a pillow beneath his hips. Again, with the hard-soft move, I pushed into him roughly then stopped and massaged his smooth body.

"You got this," I assured him. 

His guts were resisting, clenching down on my dick HARD. But his mind wanted this. The man was star struck as hell, and I was taking advantage of that.

"You pop a bone when I hit that second homer?" I teased. My voice deeply sexual. 

"Oh fuck, Luke," he whimpered. I was on the nose. Those guts were unclenching around me. I took advantage to saw my prick back and forth.

"Couldn't wait for me to get here and nail your fucking ass."

I don't know where the verbal was coming from. I didn't have that dynamic with Ogle even, sure as hell not with Coach.

"I need your dick, Luke," the pilot responded, getting his footing for the sex talk.

I pulled back as shoved in, balls deep.

"All the fucking way, Luke! Take me."

It was off to the races. I nailed that pilot. It was on the cusp of pleasure for him probably, but that spike of a dick stood rigid as I went fast and hard. Him nodded the whole time.

His ass was slick and snug and I had the visual of that tight body and that silver hair. 

"Oh yeah, cum in me," he urged. He recognized my orgasm before I did.

"FUCK!" I grunted as my body seized up and I gave it up. 

I took a victory lap of a couple of quick spasmodic thrusts then kissed Scott, hard. He kissed me back with equal urgency. 

My hips now were slower, but it turned out Scott like that. He gripped his spike and gave a couple of tugs. I leaned back just in time to see that scattershot ejaculation, all over his ripped body.

The afterglow was perfect. Talking deep with Scott about his life, his kids, his divorced life, his bout with low libido until the medication for low T kicked in.

I told him about my thing for older men. I didn't use their names, but I told him about Dan and Coach and my open arrangement. 

I fell asleep before round two, but first thing in the morning we fucked again. I entered Scott missionary before pulling out and flipping him onto his belly. The guy made me feel like a total stud, and I got off being that for him. And something about that silvery hair again was my trigger, as I kissed and licked his neck and felt the soft bristles against my face, the scent of man in my nostrils. 

I actually lay still on top of Scott after I came. The guy was a trooper bearing my weight like that. I didn't want to pull out.

***

I invited Scott to come visit anytime. He was hesitant, but when he finally came it was great. The man was still star struck as hell, and that helped him go with the flow. And Dan and Coach made him feel at ease.

The first time he slept in Dan's and Coach's and my bed, it was magical. All three men taking turns sucking while I made out with the others and got felt up. I had to hold off cumming instantly, which I was glad I could do. Because Coach lubed up my prick and Scott sat down on my lap, slowly opening his guts up to my size while Dan and Coach encouraged him. Me enjoying the Pete Reilly treatment from another man, even if Scott was both more tentative, then more urgent in his movements. I might not have cum at first if the other men hadn't been kissing and feeling me up. But I blasted hard inside the pilot and almost immediately, Ogle was taking his turn sitting on me. 

Given his job, Scott was able to visit frequently, and the fuckbuddy arrangement was an easy addition to my marriages. The emotional connection slow developed, as we gradually we got to know each other. 

Dan was the Svengali, Coach was my father figure, Scott was my buddy, the fun-loving kid at heart enjoying making up for lost time. He could always get me to laugh, and I realized I'd needed someone like that in my life. Date night with him was usually during the day, a round of golf, maybe getting silly drunk before I got a drunken blowjob.

Ogle could see my developing feelings for the fourth guy. "You should propose," Ogle said one day as he and I were watching footage of one of the league's tougher pitchers. Kind of out of the blue. "Take him somewhere nice."

That surprised me. "You running my love life now, Ogle?" I winked.

He didn't miss a beat. "Damn straight I am, Fulton. I know you better than you think I do." 

He turned his attention back to the screen. He was smirking, though. 

I did what Dan told me. Scott and I went to a Caribbean island, a high end resort place. I was nervous the first three days. Then on that third night, I got down on one knee, right on the beach. 

"You'd be my third husband, Scott, but if you could take me on those terms, I'd be honored."

He gave me a sexy grin. "Yes, I'll happily be Mr. Luke Fulton. Number Three. Or Four. Or whatever."

We went back to the cabana and had slow, passionate sex. 

Scott and I facetimed with Dan and Coach after to tell them the news. We were still half naked and feeling that warm sexual glow.

"Starting your honeymoon already, guys?" Coach K grinned. I think he was happy to have another man to siphon my sexual energy. I loved sex with Craig, and in his way he loved it too, but for him it was more about the emotional intimacy. I knew I had Dan's blessing, but hearing Coach's OK made me beaming in joy.

"We're trying, Coach," I said with a smile.

Scott leaned against my bare shoulder and put his hand on my neck to squeeze it affectionately. "You guys didn't tell me this one gets super randy on vacation."

"You ready to share this one, buddy?" Leave it to Dan to bring up the reality of the third marriage.

Scott nodded at the screen then turned to me. "You bet."

Interleague Play

I was involved in a local charity. All players do it. You kind of have to, as part of your PR and for tax reasons. But it's also a genuine feeling of doing good, of helping a cause out.

Given my stardom, the foundation I started had a really successful event. We partnered with big-name chefs and did a fundraising cocktail event with them. Silent auctions, raffles, and a big ticket price ensured we raised a shit ton of money. 

By the third year, Craig stepped up and got involved in organizing the event. I mean, there was staff and shit, but I was able to focus on being the star power at the event, of schmoozing with regular attendees and big donors alike. But Craig coordinated between the organizing staff and the marketing folks and kept everything running smoothly. The man was my moral compass, urging me to be less self-centered and to use my celebrity to give back to fans and to the community. His hectoring could be annoying but he was right. 

Altruism doesn't come easy. The biggest thrill I had from our annual event was seeing Coach happy and excited. He'd given up a lot in his life when he retired from teaching and coaching and moved out to live with me and Dan. And having something meaningful to do really picked up his spirits.

It was toward the end of the evening when I walked up to him. He was wearing a suit, which always looked weird on him for some reason, but he was so good looking. In his prime of his 50s and hunky as hell. The extra time for gym and cardio had slimmed down and toned down his beefiness. I missed that beef a little, but Coach and Ogle were getting similar builds and there was something hot about that.

"You did it, Luke," he grinned, hands in his suit trouser pockets and standing with a chest out posture that made me wanna fuck him in the worst way. It had been three days since I'd cum, I was so busy. Coach was in the same boat, and I could read it in his eyes.

"It's all you, Coach... best event ever."

He beamed. "So far." 

"Want a beer, Coach?" I offered. "It's getting close to the end."

"Sounds good."

We made our way to the cash bar. The bartender didn't know who I was, which was kind of refreshing. I tipped generously. 

As we got our beers, I thought Coach was gonna go over how successful the fundraising was so far, but instead he had a playful smirk.

"What do you think of Frank McIntyre?" he asked, referring to one of the celebrity chefs we were partnering with.

I wasn't sure what Coach was getting at. "Food's a little frou-frou, but that steak bite was the bomb," I replied. 

He shook his head. "I don't mean his food, Luke. Dude's been fucking staring at you all night."

That had occurred to me. "I thought maybe he was star struck."

"Hungry is more like it," Kellerman said, taking a look over across the room, where the chef was chatting with a sous and relaxing after the service. Indeed, McIntyre kept glance our way.

"Jesus, Coach... you turning into Ogle? Pimping me out?" I teased.

"Maybe," he said. "I'm trying to lighten up."

"You don't gotta do shit for me, Coach... you and Dan are my rock, you know that, right?"

That made him happy, I could tell. "Yeah, Luke, and thanks... but if you had the chance to fuck him..." he lowered his voice.

I took another look at Chef McIntyre. Not my normal type actually, leaner, wiry build, where I usually liked some meat on the bones. And he was balding, the sides and the thinning top buzzed super tight. There was a certain magnetism to him, dark brown eyes roman nose, and square jaw seeming like they belonged on someone bigger, beefier. Dude probably got lucky whatever he was chasing.

"Oh yeah, in a heartbeat," I said to Kellerman.

He laughed. "Thought so, buddy." Coach patted my back. "Go work that Luke Fulton charm. Maybe it will excite you for later when it's just us."

I looked at him and shook my head. "God, Coach, I don't need anything to work me up with you... but yeah, I'll make my move."

I felt giddy and even a little nervous as I made my way over to McIntyre's station. "Hey Chef," I greeted. "Excellent work."

He smiled and the look in his eyes made me think Coach was right. Chef was definitely into me. 

"Glad to be part of this," he said. "Great cause."

The conversation was about the charity, and I talked to him about his expanding restaurant business. He wasn't a local empire yet but had two spinoff restaurants that were doing well. 

"I'd love to have you come by some time," Frank said, his sea-pale eyes either friendly or flirty as hell. 

"How do you know I haven't?" I replied. I'd taken Ogle there once on date night. 

"I mean the VIP treatment at the chef's counter... or we have a private room if you want the privacy."

"I didn't know I was a VIP," I teased.

He shot back, "You didn't strike me as the fake-modest type, Luke."

I laughed. "True, I'm not." I pocketed the card he handed me. "I'd love to come."

"Well, I gotta get back to putting away my shit," Frank said. Eyes still on me, almost sizing me up. 

"Yep." We shook hands and I walked back to where Kellerman was looking on.

"So...?" he asked with a playful excitement.

"He's into me, all right," I smirked. 

"Of course he fucking is." 

It was a trip to hear Coach talk like that. I could still see the man giving me advice in his office in third period back in my senior year. That Kellerman and the new Kellerman meshed in my mind in an appealing way. 

I leaned in and whispered, "How about a one-on-one session tonight, Coach?"

He smiled and nodded, casually patting the mid part of my back through my suit coat. 

***

I was tired and Coach K was tired. But we were both horny, too. So we silently stripped in the extra bedroom, which I called the Date Night bedroom. Where I'd take Ogle or Kellerman for a private fuck. 

I wasn't sure I was going to get a fuck that night. It was a lot of naked making out on the bed, me taking the time to really feel up Coach's body. Middle age was suiting him really fucking well. The extra time to focus on himself in retirement and the personal trainer I got for him was paying off. To be honest, I'd be in love with Craig in any shape or form, he was that important to me. But the bulk and hardness of his arms and back and ass muscle was amazing to touch and to caress and squeeze. 

Kellerman was doing the same with me. 

We took our time. But eventually I maneuvered myself on top and finally broke the kiss to reach for the lube.

Kellerman wanted my dick. He would never tell me in the way Ogle did. But I knew.

I fingered him, eyes locked on him. 

"I love you, Coach," I said. "So much."

"I love you, too, Luke," he said softly. "You're a fine young man."

"Almost 30 now, Coach," I said as I lined up my slicked up prick to his entrance. I now fucked Craig about once a week, so his hole was more accustomed to taking me. "And I'm a selfish fucker."

Craig chuckled, then his face got serious as I breached him. "Yes, Luke..."

It wasn't a Dan Ogle pounding. It was me slowly working my girth up Coach's tight guts, then kissing him deeply as I slow pumped him. A nice, deep ten minute romantic fuck. Kellerman came first, which was the signal for me to pump my babies into him.

I'd barely pulled out and lay beside him, when Craig snuggled up to me and gave me a soft kiss. Then passed out in sleep. It had been a long day.

***

Frank McIntyre wasn't kidding about the VIP treatment. I came near restaurant closing time and he showed me to the back private room. Where Chef shut the door and proceeded to crouch down to give me a blowjob. 

He wasn't the best at giving head, but between Dan and Scott's hooker-worthy skills, I was getting spoiled. Still, there was some strange magnetism about this dude that had me cradling his close-buzzed skull and firing off big. Maybe it was the spontaneous feel of the sex.

He smirked as he pulled off and wiped his chin. 

"I wanted to do that last week."

"Fuck, you should have," I said, as I tucked back in.

"I gotta get back, but we'll talk later..."

The food was excellent, but some of that was lost on me. Luke Fulton is a simple man. But I praised McIntyre for it when he came back to check on me later. 

"OK if I join you?" he asked. "I normally have my post-shift drink with my guys, but we have a VIP in the house," he winked.

"Suits me," I said. I wasn't ready to have sex again, but if Chef offered, I'd probably take him up on it.

Instead, he got me a beer and himself a whiskey on the rocks and we settled in at the table and chatted. 

"I wasn't sure if Craig was your boyfriend or something," he ventured.

Blame on those sea-pale eyes but I was opening up to McIntyre. "He's my husband. I have three actually... and a boyfriend."

"Whoa," Frank chuckled. "I should say I'm surprised, but I'm not."

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Big stud like you, pro jock, yeah, you could get a harem for sure."

"That's what Dan calls it," I said. "My other husband."

"Older?" he asked. 

I nodded. 

He smiled. "I have a younger boyfriend... that's how I recognized it. When you're in a daddy/son dynamic you start to look for it in others." There was something quietly macho about Frank and it was wild to hear him talk like this.

"We don't do the son thing," I offered, "though they're definitely father figures. Especially Coach... Craig."

Frank laughed. "He your real coach?"

I grinned. 

"That's hot as fuck man... I just had to make a move on you. Hope you didn't mind."

"I'm not going to object to a blow job from a hot guy." I took a sip of beer. "Your boyfriend OK with that?"

"Yeah, we play together or separately, not too much... but well, with him I'm the top and Daddy has some other needs." Those pale eyes flashed up at me expectantly. 

"If you wanna come over some day, I can see about fulfilling some of those needs." Crude Luke was back and roaring.

"I'd like that," Frank said. "And if you ever wanna join me and Jon... well, he could use an older brother."

"Fuck," I hissed.

Chef smiled. "That seem appealing? The roleplay?"

"I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before."

"Calling a guy 'Dad' or 'Son' during sex is a huge rush."

"I'll say, Dad..." I decided to throw that out there. 

Frank grinned then got out of his chair and leaned in. The kiss was soft but electric. 

"Nice, Son..."

I was bone hard. 

"It's getting late," I said. 

"Too late to ask you over?" McIntyre asked.

I shook my head no.

I gave him ten minutes to pack things up and leave things for his right hand woman to close down. 

Then I went with Frank to have my first roleplay experience.

Retirement

It took me many years, but I learned not to be a selfish prick. At least not at the clubhouse or the ball park. Around my 30th birthday, I started paying attention to people and being nice. Stadium workers, assistant managers, janitorial staff and all sorts of people I wouldn't have given the time of day to before. I mean, it was another way to get that star admiration returned back to me, but I was also becoming comfortable in my veteran player status on the team. Leading by example. 

Joe Cahill was one of the guys I struck up a friendly conversational rapport with. Joe was head of security, an ex-military former cop who now had his dream job. We never had a deep conversation, but I'd say "Hello, Chief," every time I saw him with a little friendly salute. And he'd give a little salute back. "Good day, Mr. Fulton."

Sometimes I'd stop to chat more, and we'd make small talk. 

Cahill was older than I typically went for. Pushing 60, silver hair thinning and receding, lines in his face and weathered skin making him look older than his age, maybe. But I had to admit, the man was hot as fuck. I don't know if it was the cop thing or the gravely deep voice. Or something else entirely. 

That's why I was a little saddened when he said one day, "I figured I'd let you know first, Mr. Fulton. I'm retiring next month."

My team was in the postseason for a change, and the vibes around the clubhouse were all positive. Cahill's news caught me off guard. "Oh. Wow. Really?" I asked. "It's hard to imagine the place without you, Chief."

He smiled. "I'm getting old. Wanna enjoy some fishing time while I can... thinking of getting a mountain cabin."

"That's awesome, man." I said. "Like I say, I'll miss you here... we all will."

It was the right thing to say. Cahill's gruff face grew emotional. "I'll be around, Luke... rooting for you guys."

"After this season, let me take you out for your retirement."

"You don't need to, Luke..." he said. 

"It'd be my pleasure. I'd be offended if you didn't let me," I said with a smile.

"All right."

***

We got to the Division series but lost in game 4. It sucked but we had the talent to do as well next year. Hope always spring eternal in baseball.

I actually organized a full party for Cahill. Rented out one of Frank McIntyre's restaurants, the whole works. I gave him an expensive watch for a retirement gift. Of all the men at the ballpark, I'd formed a connection with Joe, and I wanted him to know that.

It was a month later when I got an invitation to his mountain cabin. "Mr. Fulton - Getting cool up here," came the email. "But if you want a break from the city, you're welcome to visit."

Dan teased me. "Working on husband number four?" he asked as I packed my bag. He lay naked in bed. Coach had already gone to the gym, and I wanted to fit in a quickie with Ogle before hitting the road. 

"I'm pretty sure Cahill and I are just friends."

Dan slid out of the bed and walked up to give me a soft kiss. "But I got a rule, Luke.. not more than six men."

It was the first time he'd put limits on me since we stopped being exclusive. "Oh," I said. Like a chastised kid.

Ogle laughed. "You're not there yet, buddy... it's for your own sake, too. But I don't want you neglecting the men in your life."

"Including you?" I asked. 

He nodded. "Including me. But Kellerman, or Scott, or Pete."

"Yeah," I said, morosely.

Ogle smiled and ran his hand along my cheek. "Enjoy your weekend, Luke. For real. It's off season and you need the down time."

"OK," I said dumbly. Then just as dumbly, I added, "I love you, Dan. You know that."

"I know. I love you too."

We kissed deeply. Ogle didn't do soft. 

***

Ogle's talk had me with doubts but the drive up cleared my head. And it wasn't like Cahill had any interest in sex much less anything else. It was just a deep friendship, even if I'd jerked off to the idea of fucking him more the once.

The first night was just us as friends. Talking about the end of season and about Joe's retirement. 

The weather was nice and mild the next day and we went canoeing on the lake and did some light hiking. Nature was suiting Joe well and he was in a happy place. That made me feel glad. 

We grilled out and had a beer outside before it got too cold. I changed into sweats and a sweatshirt and Cahill was similarly attired in an old PD long sleeve shirt and pyjama pants.

"You know, Luke," he said softly. "I'm not the kind of guy to talk."

"Yeah?" I had a sense of where this was going but wanted to convey that I didn't. 

He looked at me with a sincerity that made me melt. "A couple of the guys were spreading rumors about you... I put a stop to that."

"What kind of rumors?" I asked. 

"About you and Mr. Ogle," he said. "You deserve to be happy, Luke, but it's no one else's business how you go about it."

"I appreciate that," I said, neither confirming nor denying what Joe was saying. 

He gulped and took a sip of the good scotch I'd brought. "I had a man once... my riding partner Aaron.... it got complicated, though, and he got married..."

"Sorry to hear, Joe," I said. "You ever marry?"

He nodded. "Once when I was young and dumb," he replied. "The sex part was fine, actually... it was the relationship stuff I sucked at."

"I'm still learning," I admitted.

"Ogle? He asked... I won't blab, Luke. Promise."

"He's not the only one," I said. "I have a few men in my life."

That surprised him. "Guess a big star like you would," he chuckled. 

"I made some mistakes, but I'm trying to make this work... with all of my guys."

"How many?" Joe asked. The surprise was still sinking in.

"Three husbands," I answered point blank. "And two boyfriends."

Cahill whistled. "Damn, Mr. Fulton." Then respectfully, he added, "Sorry if I was being nosy."

I shook my head. "You're a friend, Joe."

That made him smile. "Thanks for coming up here, Luke. It means the world to me."

"You get lonely up here?"

"Some," he admitted. "I got a couple of buddies from the force who'll come up when the weather's nice. Maybe I'm a loner, though."

I scooted in. I placed my arm on his shoulder and could feel his meaty body shiver. "How long has it been, Joe?"

"Since...?" he knew what I meant but some major nerves were kicking in.

"Since you got laid."

He gulped. "About three years. I tried the apps, but I'm an old coot."

"Fuck that," I growled and leaned in to kiss him. 

The nerves disappeared as Joe Cahill met my kiss with his own enthusiasm. I felt up his hunky ex-cop body and felt his hands on my own athletic one.

"Fuck, Mr. Fulton..." he hissed. 

"Please tell me you're gonna put out for me. Chief," I growled, my hands traveling lower, toward his meaty ass. 

He nodded, with a starstruck look on his face. "Just take it easy, OK?"

"Yeah, of course," I said, taking him into my arms for another kiss.

***

Cahill was an early riser. I could smell coffee and bacon wafting through the cabin. I stirred in the sheets. I was used to the big king bed, and the security cop's queen felt cozy in comparison. 

I'd taken the man's cherry. Slowly and surely, over a gentle hour of lovemaking and preparation. The man was tight as hell and I worried my size was too much when I started thrusting into him. But I fucked a load of out him, so I knew Cahill enjoyed it too. And he attached himself to me in the afterglow as we snuggled in his bed.

"Thank you for that, Luke," he said. "An old man's gotta learn new tricks sometimes."

"You were amazing, Chief," I said, planting a kiss on his forehead. This was part of what I loved about intergenerational sex, the ability for me to be there for an older man like this, going from being the needy kid to the one providing the emotional support, even if it was just casual sex. I'd still have to figure out what Joe Cahill represented to me.

I noticed my phone had a notification. It was Pete Reilly, my Pittsburgh boyfriend. 

"Hey babe... hope you're enjoying the weekend."

"Sure am," I replied. "How you doing, bud?"

"Good. It's parent's weekend for Braden. I still can't believe both my boys are in college."

"Time flies," I typed. 

"That it does." Then, "If you're up for it, I'd love to come to visit in a few weeks."

"You know I'd love that." My morning wood was coming back. 

"I miss my Luke Fulton time," he wrote. 

"I miss my Pete Reilly time." Then, I typed. "Ok if I send you a pic?"

"Of course."

We had a private text app for this, so I snapped a pic of the hardon sticking up between my legs and sent it.

"FUCK! I want that."

"It's yours."

"Can't wait." He followed up. "I should go. And get this boner to settle down."

"HA. Have a good one. Keep me updated on plans but anytime is good."

I set down my phone and slid my sweats back on, along with my sweatshirt. 

Cahill was back in the same casual clothes from last night, making toast in the kitchen.

"Hey," he said. There was a smile on his face, though some nervousness, like I wasn't going to be feeling the same way this morning as I did last night.

"Hey you," I said, stepping up and wrapping my arms around his waist. "Last night was incredible, Joe."

He smiled. "Yeah." 

We kissed, softly. 

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Starving."

"Have a seat and I'll feed you, Luke.... oh and it snowed last night. The mountain weather really is unpredictable this time of year."

I looked out the window. Indeed, the ground was covered in a blanket of white. 

"Fuck!" I said. 

"I'm afraid we can't go hiking today," Joe said matter of factly as he plated eggs on a plate and offered it to me.

"Guess we'll just have to fuck all day," I said crudely.

Thankfully Joe didn't mind. "Yeah? In that case you better fuel up."

I dug in.

Post-Retirement

I made it official at 36. It was emotional retirement, but it was time. I'd been designated hitter for a couple of years after a hamstring injury. When I was on, I could make the ballpark come alive, but I had my slumps now. 

I had a few goals to enjoy my retirement. I got more involved with my foundation. I got more serious about golf, which gave me more time to enjoy with Scott, who was retiring from his pilot gig and now relocating permanently to my mansion. I did some media appearances that Dan lined up for me and enjoyed advising him in his career as he transitioned from scouting to life coach for professional players. I wasn't sure if he'd become some new player's Svengali, but Dan and I were solid, and I knew we could trust each other going forward.

Dan Ogle was running the harem, like he'd run my career. He was the one who ironed out sore feelings and checked in with my other husbands. I mean, I had the emotional connection with my men, a different connection with each. But Dan kind of checked in with them and made sure the guys were on the same page.

I had four husbands now. Ogle was top of the pecking order, and Coach Kellerman a close second. We three shared the same bed most of the time. 

But I'd gotten a lot closer with Scott. He was the one who loved traveling, and I took avantage of the spare time and my wealth to enjoy that. 

Joe Cahill split his time between his cabin and my place. The guys accepted him as a full member of the harem, and sometimes Coach would go up to the mountains to fish with Joe. 

I still fooled around with Frank McIntyre, when I was in the mood for some roleplay fun, but it was less and less. Frank had a new boyfriend now, a college kid named Mike. I was always tempting to bring the roleplay into the bedroom with my husbands, but it never felt right. Like I couldn't make one of them Dad and not the others. They all were in some way.

Pete Reilly and I got really fucking close, even long distance. I knew when he was arguing with his wife or when things were going well in his marriage. I knew the ins and out of his sons's college and post-graduation life. His eldest Jason had stuck with baseball and now was playing in the minors. I flew out to see his games, which always made the guy happy.

Ogle had capped me at six men. And even if he hadn't brought that up again, I was gonna hold to it. I owed it to my guys. My libido was still raring and overactive, but I knew I had to keep the time for the emotional closeness with each of my men.

Maybe Chef McIntyre would drop out of my life or become a platonic connection, and I'd pick up another daddy to take his place. Or not.

For my 37th birthday, my guys got me a photo shoot to do an overized photo, a repeat of that Sports Illustrated cover. I replicated that serious pose, in my old uniform and with my bat. The designer had replicated the layout with those word over my image: "Miracle Worker."

Frank wasn't there, but the rest of my men were. Dan, Craig, Pete, Scott, and Joe. 

"Where's that Sports Illustrated Jinx now?" Dan said, standing behind me and massaging my shoulders. 

"I just made the best of it," I said, turning back to kiss Dan.

Scott was by my side, now, waiting for his kiss. Then Pete. And Coach. 

And as I kissed Joe, Scott was crouching down and puling down my shorts.

It struck me: this was the first time I'd have all five together at once.

"Yes..." I hissed, pulling back from Joe to swap tongues with Pete. And feeling Dan feel me up from the other side.

We made out way to the bedroom, where it was exquisite torture trying to hold off. I fucked Joe Cahill first, positioning the ex-cop on all fours and slowly entering him doggy. He was the least nature of a bottom, and was always crazy tight. I massaged his 60-something body, though, praising him. Joe still had some esteem issues about aging, but I loved him, his gruff masculinity and his heart-on-his-sleeve personality.

I slow pumped him, getting real into it. But I had to pull out before cumming too soon. I kissed Joe deeply then moved to Pete. He got on all fours next to Joe while the others waited their turn. But I growled and nudged his legs apart with a gentle kick, pushing his chest down into the mattress.

"Fuck, Luke," he laughed. Unlike Dan and Scott, Pete didn't like harder sex, but he loved play roughhousing. I crawled onto his beefy body and licked his ear. 

"Open sesame, stud," I growled, humping my lubed dong into his furry crack. Pete hiked his ass up against me. I reached down and guided my big meat into him. 

"MMMG," he grunted. Pete was a good bottom and had gotten a lot better over time, but it had still been a few months since I'd been inside him. He was tight, not Cahill tight, but it felt amazing. 

I felt hands on me now. Dan's, Joe's, Coach's. I looked up and saw Kellerman crouch by the bed, an excited and encouraging look on his face. I turned and Craig met me halfway, kissing me with full tongue.

I fired off inside Pete.

Someone gave an encouraging "get it Luke!" 

I took a second to rest then pulled Pete back into a side position. Still buried in him, I let him jerk off. 

The edge taken off made the rest of it play out differently. Not better, not worse, just different. I told Scott it was his turn.

"On your back, buddy," I ordered. "Legs up."

"Anything for the birthday boy," he said with a smile. The man had let his silver-flecked body hair grow in at my urging. The abs no longer were quite as defined, and he was showing the aging of a man turned 60, but that body still looked amazing. Roughly I placed his legs on my shoulders and found his pucker with my still rigid cock. 

The entry was gentle, but then I powerfucked him. It became my and Scott's thing. Hard and fast. That spike of his quivered and then I watched it spray, hands free. 

"Goddamn," I hissed. 

"Oh fuck, Luke," the ex-pilot sighed in the aftershocks. "You gotta ease up." 

I winked and pulled out. Dan was there, meeting me into a kiss. In heat like he got sometimes. I think the harder approach with Scott turned him on. So I plowed Ogle missionary, too. Only halfway through, I maneuvered one of his strong legs into a scissor fuck position.

"Oh fuck oh fuck," Dan grunted, biting down on his lip as I deep dicked him roughly.

"Too much?" I asked. 

He nodded, "Fraid so, babe... you have too much dick."

I pulled out and leaned in to kiss him. It was wild that Ogle could get romantic with a kiss with my five other men there, but his emotional side came out in the bedroom. 

"OK if I do Coach now, Ogle?" I asked softly.

He nodded. 

Craig was already climbing onto the bed. "On your back Fulton," he suggested. "The birthday boy should try every position out."

I lay back and pushed my dong up. Already, Kellerman was straddling me, claiming a kiss to match the one I just gave Dan, as Ogle turned on his side to watch with a front-row view. Leaning back up, I watched Craig sit back in place, then maneuver his hole open with slow determination. 

"Oh yeah," he hissed when I breached that tightness a couple inches deep. 

From there it was smooth sailing. 

"Ride me, Coach," I urged. He did, jerking off in matching rhythm to what his hips were doing. Kellerman wasn't in the mood for anal all that much these days, and I had both Dan and Scott for that. So this was a special treat.

For Coach too. Kellerman stroked and rode me faster, till his body grew flush and the sperm seemed to be pushed out of his fat cock. He slowed to a stop.

"Thank you, Fulton," he whispered.

"Thank you, Coach."

Kellerman pulled his muscular body off, and I looked over at Cahill, who was hard and excited, yet now feeling left out. 

"Climb on, Chief," I urged. 

That cop hole was now loose and ready. And being on top worked for Joe. Having an audience turned him on, I realized, and now Pete and Scott were next to him, holding his shoulder and encouraging him. 

I turned to Ogle. "Sit on my face, Dan."

We paused the fucking as we orchestrated the group sex. Cahill riding my cock while Ogle rode my mouth. 

It took me less than a minute of that to get my second nut, deep in that ex-cop's guts. His hole was clenching around my dick in a way that suggested he was getting off good too. Somewhere in there, I heard Dan Ogle's grunt of orgasm. 

The room smelled like cum and fucking and the sheets were damp. I lay there and rested while the guys went to shower. Cahill lay there with me. 

"Have a good birthday, Mr. Fulton?"

I nodded. "Sure did, Chief. The best."

"I'm glad," he said. Then a sadness passed over his face. "Just tell me when I get too old, Mr. Fulton."

I scooted over and ran my hand along his cheek. Weathered, masculine face that was suntanned showed more loneliness than he wanted to. "I married you for a reason, Joe. That's not gonna change."

Those were the right words. "It's just the other guys..."

"I love you, Joe, just like I love them."

He nodded.

We kissed. And made out. Then I felt Joe giggle some.

"What?" I asked. 

He blushed red. "Your cum's running out of me, Mr. Fulton," he said, reaching back to feel between his cheeks. "Guess you came a lot."

I watched as he brought his fingers to examine the sheen of my pearly liquid seed, smelling then tasting it. Then just as quickly he pulled his hand away.

"Guess we should join the others, huh?"

I gave him a hug. "Yeah, Chief. But we'll have a date night, soon, OK?"

"I'd like that Mr. Fulton."

I showered off with Joe and then slipped on some baseball shorts to rejoin the others. I went around and gave each of my men a soft kiss. 

"Thanks for the present, guys," I said, settling in between Pete Reilly and Coach. One arm on each man's shoulders. Pete would be flying back to Pittsburgh the next day, and Cahill would be going up to his cabin before long. Still, I had five special men in my life and a profound sexual and romantic bond with each. 

"You are NOT getting boned again, are you?" Dan asked. I usually needed recuperation after twice in a row.

"Maybe," I laughed. 

Pete reached over and gripped my crotch. "He's pretty hard, guys.""

"Let's save it for later, OK?" I urged.

Playfully, Pete snaked his hand underneath the elastic band of my shorts for a better feel. 

I wasn't sure if this was just Pete being playful or him trying to work me up for round three. But his eyes had that sexual attraction in them, that need. We kissed. 

Then I turned to my right and kissed Coach. As I made out with Kellerman, I felt his hand snake down to join Pete's.

"Going for a triple play, buddy?" Scott asked. 

I grunted my reply into Craig's kiss.

Yeah, retirement would suit me A-OK.

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