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Mr. Orion
There are Problems:
One, A huge Conflict-of-Interest you see I’m his trainer I work for the team he plays for.
Two. Athlete vs. Ex-athlete. I have lived it, and he is about to. Our worlds really only intersect for training, well in his case for fucking.
Three. He is tall and I am of average height. OK, I’m short.
Four. Age Difference - he is 23, I am 49. Shit, 26 years and the difference between the two is more years than he has been alive.
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Frazier
“I chose him. I seduced him.” I knew when we had to ‘Taste the Trainer’ a tradition of kissing your Training Camp trainer’s stomach before the final camp game. The fellow before me kissed his stomach and then jumped up and kissed his lips. The moment I saw him do this all I wanted to do is kiss his stomach and then sink down and kiss the head of his dick. I had not seen his dick yet, but I had been eyeing his bulge the whole camp. Later after the game, I stripped down to my jock and waited in Mr. Orion’s office. He would either boot me out, or take me in.
Mr. Orion
I keep repeating, “He chose me.”, then I add “He seduced me.” which is the truth. I have not said this aloud to anyone even him. Just the fucking sky. Sometimes I yell it and sometimes I whisper, each time I have to convince myself. I didn’t even get an inkling Frazier was gay, until he had to kiss my stomach, then his hesitation and his touch did it. Later he proved it, over and over.
He makes me crazy hard all the time.
Frazier
OK. I showed up in his office in only my jock with my big ol’ boner which made everything pretty clear without me saying a word. And then I got down on my knees which lined me up perfectly with his belly, round, hairy and delicious, and I moved south from there. Then east, west, north, we went every which way right there in his office.
Mr. Orion
The first time we mapped each others bodies, discovered all the hills and the valleys. All of them. Many times.
Frazier
I can pretty much come hands free thinking about that first time in his office after the last game at spring training. We didn’t even lock the door for the first 30 minutes, ‘Cause we went right at it. We finally did lock it but at that point we were too far gone. The only thing locking that door did was save teammates and staff from being sprayed with Mr. O’s, or my own cum.
Mr. Orion
Season one for this rookie and it feels the same for me.
Frazier, or “Freshie” as I call him played a damn fine season and I like to think I had something to do with it.
I’m a trainer with the team. I take them all through conditioning for spring training and beyond. I am responsible for every one of their bodies. I know most of them outside/in. And I happen to know Frazier inside/out.
Frazier or “Freshie” came to us “straight” from a college team. He made the cut at spring training and played his first season of ball with us. And he and I played with each other’s balls all season long.
Don’t get me wrong. I had a hard time with this. I am out and proud have been through most of my career as a player. I was one of the first to come out as a pro baller. Then I moved to training.
And I can’t say I have never, fucked around with any of the players before, I have. I’ve had an ongoing thing with one of the regular players for a time. He retired, now he spends more and more time with his wife. It started during an out of town game. A couple of beers led to a couple of kisses then to a couple of blowjobs to a couple of fucks. We never brought it to the locker room. And that is that.
“Freshie” on the other hand came to spring training made the final cut and right before he signed on for the full season he and I came together. Literally. In my office. Fuck.
Frazier
I am pretty clear about what I want and what I love. Baseball for instance, I have always wanted to play. I was on scholarship in college - and now I am in my first season with a pro-team.
I was a good player before, but now everything has cracked open for me I have trained and played harder and better than I ever have. I’m in a good position to be a real asset to this team.
The reason is Mr. Orion. And not because he drills me after drills.
He is a pro. Treats everyone with respect, and really gets to know them and their conditioning. Really gets to know their bodies. He put together the most comprehensive conditioning sets and coordinated a program that has taken me from a pretty good college player, to a focused and ready pro who is kicking ass in his first season. I have the discipline, and raw talent but now I have Mr. Orion’s training and it has made all the difference.
Mr. Orion, “O” as I call him and I met when their recruiting team came one of my senior games.
“You are uneven energy wise: coming on strong, but then you fall away.” OK fair he was right on.
“How do I fix the focus issue.”
“Play a game with yourself. Break up the moments and reward yourself when you reach each plateau. Not hard. I can send some exercises for your’ attention span. We talked about injuries, and compensation, I had some shoulder problems but I thought they were all healed. He either did his homework or could see in my performance either way I was impressed.
He also had my attention because he is muscular at his core, and a little rough around the edges. Hairy and a little soft around the middle. Bearded. Intense eyes. All of it hot.
Mr. Orion
I dunno how to describe how I feel about him, without saying it has changed how I feel about myself. I am done with the beard. I lost most of my extra poundage. And I’ve been lifting again, so the muscle tone is coming back slowly. And the hair is trimmed up neat, still got the grey. That is a badge of honor.

He was the catalyst for the change. He woke me up. Not that I had been sleeping, just drowsy, dozing through life.
I didn’t make all of these changes for him - he was all over me, the way I was. Rough around the edges.
Frazier
In college, I lived for the team. I loved those assholes, without physically loving any of them, OK. I trained and worked hard. I kept my head down mostly. Don’t get me wrong I played, let off steam occasionally.
For example: I went to Florida for spring break. I was the weirdo college dude who would get up crazy early to watch the sun come while running on the beach.
One morning I was taking it easy and ran up behind a man in tiny little paper thin shorts, he was tall and tan. Not Florida tan, which is tanned leather tan, we all know the look. He had a lean strong body, in his late 40’s maybe and he was running, like he runs all the time. Pushing it. Then slowing. Intervals.
I slowed down because, like I said I was taking it easy, and there was something about his calves, and thighs and the hardworking muscles that the paper thin shorts barely covered.
I slowed down and paced him which is to say I kept my distance and ran at his pace, slowing down and speeding up as he did taking his rhythm.
I have known for a while, that I want to take on the rhythm of men, so-to-speak, I had never acted on it until that day. Never. In my head I had lived a million different scenarios, but that was in my head.
The sun was rising from the ocean and I was getting a rise from my prize-winner. That is what the guys on the team had named my dick. Not that I ever used it on any of them. In fact I think it won the prize for the least use. Assholes, I love all of them them but they are assholes.
I will admit I do have a nice dick.
The prizewinner rises and falls and I had a couple of times waded chest deep in the water and given it some attention while here, so yep, I am a healthy college athlete, but my tastes run differently than most of my teammates.
The lean muscular back on the man running on the beach in front of me, was where my tastes ran. I followed and ran his intervals. Then he slowed for a breather. I sped up and passed him, giving it a little extra speed as I passed, not to show off, but to hide the fact that my lycra was full to bursting with my dick plumped up and throbbing.
I ran another mile, sprinting and slowing, pushing it to get my training in also to take my mind off of my big erect dick.
I did turn around and there he was, doing his cool down. He put his hands on the back of his head which showcased his incredible body and very inviting armpits. The move also stretched out his front, making the beach at sunrise look like an add for those very small paper thin running shorts featuring him as the model.
I waded into the water not to work my dick but to pee. I pulled it out of my lycra trunks leg hole. Gross, I know but everyone pisses in the sea, right?
I always turn in at the 5 star resort with the nice coffee shop and grab an espresso. He’s there with coffee sitting at a table and I take a table with a view of him, my eyes traveling down directly he bulge in the front of his paper thin shorts. The thing about those shorts is they have a mesh liner and with his legs spread wide, I could clearly see the contents of the liner. I’m mesmerized but after a while I pull my eyes up to his abs and chest, finally his throat. Whoa, he has a prominent adam’s apple like me. I smile to myself. Look up at his face and there he is looking at me, watching me look at him.
There might have been some small talk, but what I remember is streamlined and includes only the bare necessities. Emphasis is on bare. There was the eye contact, then I followed him through the lobby and took the elevator to the top floor right to the door to his suite where he stood aside and I walked right on in.
Tiny running shorts on the floor, lycra on the floor.
The view in his suite was excellent, I’m sure the view of the beach was good too, but I’m talking about the up close view of his body. Looking up his back while he straddled my face was a particularly good view. Looking down while I was balls deep in his throat. Man could he work a dick with his tongue.
The “prizewinner” took the prize that morning and a couple more that afternoon.
So, short story long, I am not a stranger to sex with men any longer. I don’t have all the experience in the world but I do have this one great experience under my belt so-to-speak. And maybe one or two more. Quick anonymous. I’m not exactly proud of them but that is what happened until I met Mr. O and he changed everything for me.
Mr. Orion
Two months into the season, after spending every night together, Frazier showed up at my house with a few of his things, just incase he forgot something at his place, or came over and then needed to go from my house . . . . he was unpacking naked because I can’t stand to be near him with his clothes on if we are in private and Frazier obliges stripping down when he walks in the door.
Plus, if Frazier is naked chances are I am or will be naked as well and when I am naked he always wants my mouth or ass, so on this particular day just after he put some of his jocks in the 3rd drawer of my dresser, he fucked my ass standing against the wall next to that dresser. He was inside me making me yell,
“Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . “
I added the word.
“Me” When I could manage.

I was panting and groaning and carrying on.
“Fuck”, Fuck”
My breaths coming hard and fast, finding myself panting harder.
“Ahhhhh, Fuck . . . Fuck . . . .Fuck . . . Me.”
His jocks were in the drawer, his ‘prizewinner’ was in my ass.
“We should live together . . . “ I said after I caught my breath when we had both cum.
So he moved in. He parks his ol’ beat up truck in my garage and it leaks oil on my garage floor. Next to my old beat up jeep also leaking oil. Every thing about this feel right: the way we communicate feels right, the way we experience the world individually and together feels right, and our bodies feel right together.
Frazier sleeps cupping my balls, and I have never slept better.
I snore and fart and have hair growing everywhere. And he loves it threatening to crochet a blanket with the hairs he pulls out of his mouth. I know gross.
Frazier

We train extra hard at bedtime - that’s what we call it when we fuck before settling in. And then we go at it in the shower. Not unusual. Then a little more just to fall asleep. I grab his balls and that is the signal that I’m ready for sleep. Before you know it I am peacefully curled up against “O”.
Mr. Orion
Still awake and thinking, I am here for it. All of it. And I tell myself that when it ends. I will let it go gracefully. I won’t get angry, I won’t beg. I won’t blame. I’ll just let his youth carry him onward in his life. How noble is that? More noble than I am. Shit.
When we are discovered and I am tossed from the program. Or he is cut from the team. Shit.
When the world learns about us because of a leaked photo/tape of us making out in my jeep. Shit.
He is quiet. Breathing. He is noble, earnest and straight forward. A great guy. And he is . . .
Then his boner presses against my back when he rolls over.
Sexy.
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