Umpire and Player

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

The thump of the ball hitting the catchers glove brought him back. "Strike" he called.

Immediately Hal was in his face, complaining that it was a ball, and was way outside. Carl had been lost in that distraction that is Hal and had no idea if Hal was right or not. This close, Hal's warm breath hitting him in the face smelled sweet, like sugary gum and he could smell Hal, who smelled of scented soap and cologne. Carl's mind began to wander again. Hal noticed Carl's brown eyes go blank for a moment, he leaned in closer, and wondered for just a moment. Carl pulled himself back to reality and noticed that Hal was closer than he had been, but he stood by his call. Hal's manager came out to intercede and keep his player in the game. The argument continued and eventually the manager, he smelled of cigarette smoke and sweat, was thrown out. Hal, out on strikes on the call, took a seat and the game continued.

After the game, Carl had showered in the umpire's room, he was the last in the room and alone he slowly began to stroke his cock as he thought about filling that well at the base of Hal's neck. His seven-inch cock glided through his hand, as he leaned into the wall, bracing himself with his other hand. He worked his cock, moving faster and faster until his load decorated the tile of the shower wall. He stood up straight and let the water cascade over his body, hitting and tickling his sensitive cock head as he squeezed the last drops of cum out of his cock head. He was cut, so the head remained exposed as the water sprayed down on to it.

Finally, he shut the water off, towelled off and headed back to his locker cubby where he sat for a few minutes before dressing in his civies. He packed his bag and checked himself in the full-length mirror near the door, realized his zipper was open, zipped that up and stepped into the hall.

The umps room was about 50 feet down the hall from the home team's locker room, but he'd have to pass that to get to the street exit and the car park. Carl hadn't really expected to see anyone. He knew that many players stayed for physio work or post game therapies but still he'd expected he was alone by this point. He was lost in thought, still thinking of Hal naked and on his knees before him, and as such he was surprised when the door opened as he passed and Hal stepped out, gym bag over his shoulder. They nearly collided.

"Are you gonna call that one a strike to," Hal teased.

"I just called it as I saw it." Carl replied.

"Don't sweat it, it's all part of the game, no hard feelings. It was just a heat of the moment thing," Hal replied and held out his hand.

Carl reached out and took the offered hand. They smiled at each other; Carl held the hand for a perhaps just a moment too long before letting go. Hal noticed. They both continued to walk on towards the parking garage. They chatted idly about nothing as they walked, just passing time in polite exchanges. They entered the garage area and walked side by side, Carl heading to the street exit and Hal to his car.

"Which hotel do they have you put up in?" Hal asked.

"I'm at the City Centre hotel," Carl replied.

"How far is that?" Hal asked.

"It's about a 20-minute walk, a nice walk though on a warm night like this." Carl stated.

"Well, I can give you lift, if you'd like?" Hal offered.

"I don't think we should." Carl hesitated.

"Come on," Hal insisted, "It'll show you that there are no hard feelings. Let me give you a ride."

The phrasing caught Carl's attention, or maybe he was reading something into it? Is there something there? He wasn't sure if it heard something in the tone or if it was just wishful thinking.

Finally, he agreed, and Hal unlocked the car and they both climbed in. Hal started the engine and let it warm up for a second. He reached across and tapped Carl's upper thigh, "Seatbelt," he said, as he did up his own. Carl marvelled at how high up his on thigh that tap was.

Both, now, buckled in, Hal pulled out of the parking spot and headed to the exit. At the exit he needed to validate the parking pass and he leaned down across Carl, reaching for the glove compartment. Carl thought he didn't need to lean quite so far down, so far in fact that his face was mere inches from Carl's crotch. Hal popped the glove compartment and grabbed his pass, snapped it closed and leaned back to his side of the car, but as he leaned up, his hand brushed across Carl's inner thigh. Carl's cock jumped a bit.

Hal opened the driver side window, slipped the pass into the waiting machine, the security gate lifted, he collected the ticket and handed it across to Carl, then drove out. He turned right and drove for a half block or so before the hand again found Carl's thigh.

"Did I read this wrong?" Hal asked.

"No, I don't think you did," Carl answered and pulled the hand up to his hardening cock. Hal looked over and smiled.

"Let's go back to my place, instead of your hotel, the entrance is a lot more private." And without waiting for an answer, Hal turned left and then left again, and headed to his own condo, the building was a five-story loft conversion. They drove in through the underground parking and Hal led the way to the elevators, entering the elevator he inserted his key, making it a private elevator that lifted to the fifth floor and the private entrance to his suite.

The elevator door opened into a small loft area where Hal had set up a desk, beyond was the bathroom and bedroom and a set of stairs leading down to the living room and kitchen. Once they were clear of the elevator and the door had closed, Hal spun into Carl, and they kissed deeply. Hal pulled at Carl's clothing with Carl returning the favour. Standing in the upstairs foyer they kissed and stripped each other. Naked, Hal led them into the bedroom. He pushed Carl down onto the bed and flopped his body down on top of him. Kissing, and caressing each other, they explored and spent some time learning the other's body.

Hal pushed his tongue into Carl's mouth, Carl pushed back, and they frenched, tongues pushing, advancing and retreating as each worked on the other. Carl's cock was rock hard and poked into Hal's belly. Hal's cock, about 5.5 inches was hard as well but he ignored his own hardon as he focused on Carl's body. He broke the kiss and worked his way down Carl's body, he nibbled on Carl's Adam's Apple, then down lower on his neck, biting and sucking until he reached Carl's nipples - he licked and sucked gently, then not so gently.

Hal worked his way down Carl's body, down past the belly button and followed the curly treasure trail down to Carl's seven-inch cock. He licked down the underside, now facing up as Carl's cock lay across his lower belly, and then took Carl's big balls into his mouth. He could just manage both and he did so. He rolled them on his tongue, swirled them. He let them go and dug his tongue under the sack probing working on the taint. Then he lifted back up and took Carl's head into his mouth. He swallowed it deep almost to the root on his first intake.

He sucked and pulled up and began to ride Carl's cock with his throat. Carl normally lasts awhile but he'd been fantasizing about this man all day (or so it seemed) and he knew he wasn't going to last. He pushed Hal back off the bed and held him down on his knees then stood over him and pushed his hard cock deep into Hal's throat. He held either side of Hal's head and began to face fuck him hard. Spittle spilled out of the side of Hal's mouth and dribbled down onto his chest and belly. As Carl reached the point of no return he pulled out and tilted Hal's head back and sprayed across his throat. He couldn't see that well he'd fantasized about but he aimed for where he knew it would be. Cum splashed across Hal's neck and chin. Carl's load pooled where Hal's neck met his upper chest and began to dribble down onto Hal's shaved chest and belly.

Spent, Carl, sat back down on the bed and admired his paint job of Hal's upper body. He leaned forward and kissed Hal again. They broke the kiss and Hal stood up; he made no effort to clean the cum off his body.

"Want a beer?" he asked and headed out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Carl followed him.

"Don't you want to cum?" Carl asked.

"There'll be time," Hal replied.

The lower level had floor to ceiling windows, with no lights the living was dark lit only by the ambient light spilling through those windows. It wasn't much as the night beyond was dark, Hal overlooked a park and didn't have buildings in front of him. No curtains blocked the view. They moved past the L-shaped sofa and into the kitchen, where Hal opened the fridge and pulled out two beers. The light of the fridge showed his 5.5" cock was still rock hard.

Carl took the beer in one hand wrapped his other around Hal's cock. His big hand enveloped the smaller cock leaving just the head remaining outside his grip. They both stood it the kitchen, the light from the open fridge shining on them as Carl swigged his beer and slowly stroked Hal's cock. He leaned in for a kiss. They stepped away from the fridge and allowed the door to close dropping them back into the darkness of the unlit room. Carl placed his beer bottle onto the counter and then dropped to his knees and sucked Hal's cock into his throat, he grasped Hal's balls in his other hand and pulled on them gently and swallowed Hal's cock.

Cut and pinkish the head disappeared into Carl's mouth. Hal leaned back onto the closed fridge door and swigged his beer as Carl worked on his cock. Carl spun Hal around and drove his tongue into Hal's ass, his tongue found Hal's hole instantly and he probed deeply into it, opening it.

"Do you have lube?" Carl asked.

"Upstairs, yeah," Hal answered.

"Well, I'm not gonna make it upstairs" Carl answered. He pulled Hal over and bent him over the peninsula, stood up, spit on his cock, which was hard again, and pressed it into Hal. Hal clenched at the initial push but took a few deep breaths and relaxed. Carl inched into him. He went in slowly, but Hal didn't seem to have a huge problem taking him. Finally, balls deep he leaned down and bucked his cock just a little bit further into Hal.

Then he began to fuck into Hal, he pulled Hal back and away from the peninsula, then reached around and stroked Hal's cock as he pounded into his ass. Having just cum a few minutes before Carl took his time and worked Hal's ass, as he continued to stroke Hal's cock. Hal didn't last very long with that meaty hand wrapped around him and an ass full of cock, he exploded, his cum painting the cabinets in front of him. Carl didn't slow down at all, he kept fucking deep and hard, and Hal's erection remained rock hard in Carl's hand.

He stroked hard, trying to keep rhythm to his fucking trying to time them both to the same tempo. He fucked Hal for almost fifteen minutes before he felt his balls contract and he knew he was about to cum. He sped up his hand stroking Hal's cock and milked a second load out of him, just has he emptied his load into Hal's ass. He collapsed his torso down across Hal's back both striving to catch their breath. After a few minutes he stood up and allowed his softening cock to slide out of Hal's ass, it was followed be a spill of cum, which landed on the floor tiles with a splat.

Carl stepped away, picked up his now warm beer and took a swig. Hal slowly straightened and his cock, now soft had shrunk to about two inches, a trail of cum dripped from the tip. He looked down at the mess on the cabinets and the floor, then back to Carl, leaning against the sink. He stepped across to Carl and they kissed again.

They headed up to shower. Both naked, and spent, they stood under the hot water and soaped each other. Hal picked up a squeeze bottle of body wash and a loofah, he squired a healthy dose of the liquid soap onto the loofah ball and began to work the soap into Carl's body. He scrubbed Carl's chest then shoulders, he worked down each leg and lifted them to wash Carl's feet. Then finally, ran it over the soft cock which hung at almost five inches soft. It didn't stir immediately. Then he turned Carl around and worked on his back and ass. He let the water rinse the soap off and kissed each cheek, spread them and let his tongue probe into the crack. He licked across the tight pucker but didn't penetrate, just licked the surface. He then spun Carl back around and suckled on the not so soft cock working it into his mouth.

Before he could get too hard, Carl lifted Hal and relieved him of the loofah, added more soap and began to wash Hal. Most of the dried cum on his neck had been washed off but Carl paid extra attention to Hal's torso, then he repeated Hal's pattern, down the front, then up the back. Unlike Hal, though, he worked two fingers and his tongue into Hal's ass. He dropped the loofah and reached around the stroke Hal's cock. Gliding his hands along the soapy shaft.

Finally, he stood up, pulled his fingers out of Hal's ass and rinsed them both off then turned off the water. He dried Hal thoroughly then wiped himself down while Hal stood and watched. Carl's cock was hard now, as was Hal's. Grabbing Hal by the cock, Carl led them back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. Hal crawled between his legs, unasked, and took Carl's cock into his mouth again. He began to suck Carl, working his cock back to it's full hard length.

Carl held Hal's head, enjoying the mouth on his cock, one thumb on each side of the forehead, fingers spread across the temples and behind the ear, he let Hal control the pace for a few minutes then he flexed and held Hal's head in place and began to fuck up into Hal's throat. Hal gagged but didn't try to pull away as Carl's cock penetrated deep down his throat. He opened wide and breathed through his nose as saliva pooled in his mouth and spilled out down Carl's shaft. Finally, Carl released his head and Hal lifted up until just the head was in his mouth.

"Ride me" Carl ordered, and Hal climbed onto the bed. He lowered, himself down, spread his ass cheeks as wide as he could and sank down onto Carl's cock. He kept going until he rested solidly on the tops of Carl's thigh and then began to rock. His own cock bounced against Carl's abdomen as he rode the hard cock buried in his ass.

Carl reached down and stroked Hal's cock, pulling and tugging on it and the balls resting on his lower belly. Hal started to moan loudly as Carl's cock worked his ass, and the hand worked his cock. His was riding hard, working to pull a load out of Carl but it was his own load that spilled first. Splashing across Carl's chest and hitting his chin.

Carl, done with being the passive top rolled them both over and started to drive his cock in Hal's ass. He lifted Hal's legs over his shoulders and looked down into Hal's eyes. Hal looked almost dazed as sensation after sensation rolled through his body from the tip of his cock, still rock hard, to the stretched ass. Carl ploughed into him. Slamming thighs into ass. His load building and building. He tried to hold off as long as he could, to really enjoy the ass under him but he couldn't last forever, and he finally had to cum.

His mind flashed back to that at bat and the little cavity and he knew he needed to cum there again, so he pulled out, straddled Hal's torso and aimed his cock once again just below the chin and shot a massive load. He couldn't believe how much he came, but Hal was covered in cum from chin to clavicle.

As soon as the first shot hit Hal's chin, Hal's cock exploded again, hitting Carl mid back and trickling down to his ass, he felt it seeping into his crack.

They collapsed together onto the bed. Carl traced his fingers through the cum and was please to find the little well he'd admired filled with cum. He leaned over and kissed Hal.

When they'd both caught their breath, Carl said, "I better get back to my hotel. We both have a game tomorrow and we should be fresh."

He got up and headed back to the elevator, cum still trailing down his back and chest, he pulled on his underwear, pants and polo shirt, picked up his socks and shoes and headed back to the bedroom where Hal was laying cum spilling across his body, his soften cock almost invisible between his legs. Hal leaned down and suckled it gently, causing Hal to shiver.

"Stay in bed, I'll grab a cab," Carl said, "but next maybe you can top me?"

"I don't top, especially when I have a cock like yours to ride," he said, "And I'm happy to hear you say next time, I can't wait."

"Well, we've got two more games this weekend and your ass is the best thing I've had on this road trip. Too bad you don't top, you're small but I bet you'd be a good fit." He leaned down and kissed Hal, then headed back to the elevator, took it down to the lobby and called his cab.

He was going to be a second base umpire in the afternoon game, the next day, and he looked forward to watching Hal play before taking him again and riding that ass.