Opening Day

Before I met Kimberly, if you had told me I would be the starting DH and leadoff hitter for BSU’s baseball team, I would have thought you insane. I expected to spend Opening Day in the stands cheering on the War Eagles, not watching Doug Coble from the bench in the dugout—but here I am, preparing myself to lead off the bottom half of the first. I’m still a little surprised to find myself here, but maybe the most surprising thing is how natural it feels.

That’s all because of Kimberly, and not just because it was her idea in the first place. She convinced me to act on her encouragement, she introduced me to Butch Baker, the head coach, and she sold Butch on giving me a shot. More than that, her gently unswerving belief in me over the months we’ve been dating has kept me, many times, from giving into the voice in my head telling me there’s no way I could ever be good enough to do this.

Fortunately for me, Kimberly doesn’t feel the need to say “I told you so,” because—though it still seems very strange to me—she was right to believe in me more than I did. I think Phil Hansen, Butch’s strength/conditioning coach, made me his pet project for the year, but it has paid off. I’m a lot stronger and quicker than I used to be, and even a little faster. Todd Bennett, the hitting coach, told me at the start that all I needed were a few tweaks, but I think he has a remarkably expansive definition of “tweak.” It’s the same basic swing, but I’ve added significant load with my hands without appreciably lengthening my stroke. Coach Bennett also taught me to angle my swing path up a little to get a little more loft on the ball and cut down on grounders.

As a result of their work, I can wait a little longer on pitches because I’m even quicker to the ball and my swing is deeper in the zone. I’m still a line-drive hitter, but I hit higher line drives (which is a good thing) and—more important—significantly harder ones. No one will ever mistake me for a slugger, but for a top-of-the-order guy, I have meaningful game power.

There’s still not much to the rest of my game. My speed isn’t great for a leadoff guy, so the coaches have been teaching me how to use my brains on the basepaths—especially how and when to take an extra base—so I don’t clog up the offense. As for fielding . . . well, I’ve improved to the point that they could stick me at 1B for a short stretch if they absolutely had to without killing the team, but I’m still a born DH.

Obviously, baseball has taken a fair bit of time away from my business, though I’ve given some of that time back by taking it out of my sleep. It hasn’t cost me any money, though, because demand is up—not just from word of mouth (in more ways than one), but also because the news has gotten around that Andrew the Cunnilinguist is on the baseball team. That’s boosted my appeal enough that Alyssa convinced me we could raise my rates. We did, and I didn’t lose a single client.

Of course, that increased appeal has also meant that more clients have wanted my cock, not just my mouth. I’m stronger and a lot more toned—I have a six-pack!—and Kimberly keeps telling me how hot I am and how much sexier I’ve gotten; I’d put that down to her being a loving girlfriend, but the evidence of my clients supports it. A lot of them have backed down when I tell them I’m dating Kimberly Daniels, but some really haven’t wanted to take “no” for an answer. Some of them were really hard to turn down. Still, I’ve managed it.

It helps that Kimberly has kept me so well-fucked. It’s funny to think that I went into our first session believing that she couldn’t have sex, because the woman is insatiable. I think watching my body get steadily harder and more toned has been a real turn-on for her, especially knowing that it’s happening because of her encouragement. She’s taken advantage of my growing strength and stamina to experiment with all sorts of athletic sex positions. We even tried the piledriver. I don’t know that I’d want to press my luck with that one, but the orgasms were incredible. It felt deliciously naughty, her cunt was wide open for me to fuck her deep, and dominating her like that turned us both up to 11. She was getting fucked, and all she could do was take it until I was ready to be done.

. . . and there’s a roar from the crowd. I look up to find that Doug got their #3 hitter to go fishing for strike three; that’s three up, three down, three Ks for our ace. We’re up. I’m up.