“We’ve got two guys on our team,” he continues. “Onassis and Madrigal. In their second years. Both real talents and both acting like clowns.”
I steady my gaze on him. “Trouble keeping the rookies in line, Captain?”
He half-smiles as he shakes his head. “I’m tough, but not as tough as you. They need the Frisk Sports experience.”
From the day we sign, I teach my athletes what they need to know to thrive in their careers, and I make it clear that my agency comes with high expectations. If you’re with us, it means you’re a solid player and reliable professional. No exceptions.
The contract athletes sign with the Frisk Sports are often even stricter than the requirements set by their teams. And I’m a hands-on agent.
I rest back on the desk. “That’s your last-minute request, that I sign a couple of hotshots?”
“It would be good for the Force.”
It’s not like I’m trying to add new clients right now. But this contract will secure our relationship with Zeke. He’s one of our biggest earners.
And if he says they’re good, I know they’re good. I’ll trust him and save myself the time I would usually spend familiarizing myself with their careers. Zeke wouldn’t push this unless they have serious talent.
Instead of derailing the negotiations, I do some mental calculations and decide to just close the damn contract.
“I’ll do my best to turn them around, but I can’t make any promises with your guys,” I tell him.
“You don’t need to. Just assure me you won’t pawn them off on a junior agent anytime soon, and I’ll be happy. I’ll bring them to dinner so we can get it started.”
I nod. “I’ll add two to the reservation.”
When he takes off, I sit back down at my desk with a heavy sigh. By the time his career is done, Zeke will be counted among the greats. I used to nurture those dreams for myself. Looking out for other athletes is a bittersweet substitute.
I remember when I first started out as an agent, back when the idea of working with world-class athletes was a pipe dream. I was full of ambition, driven to succeed in a business that’s hard as nails.
The encounter with Orlando has left me reeling in more ways than I’m ready to admit. Instead of proving to myself that I’m not a miserable old grump, the jolt of it has reminded me how different I felt at the start of my career.
I work just as hard now as I did then. Baseball, law school, the agency. I set my goals and I accomplish them.
But maybe I used tofeeldifferent. Maybe it means something that I used to catch more games live just for the hell of it, meet Mel for drinks more often, stay out late to play darts at the bar with some old teammates.
Maybe I should consider the fact that it has been so long since I got laid.
I feel dizzy when I consider again the fact that Orlando is a man. I received a blowjob from a man. A confused response roils through my body, pulling me apart, tugging at things I don’t understand.
After I do my daily read of the sports page, I end up sitting behind my desk again, grinding the heel of my palm against my hard dick, grimacing and swallowing back the need to jerk myself off.
The shock of thrusting my dick into another man’s mouth is like fire on my skin.
Have I ever wanted that before? With how close I used to feel to my teammates, how I’d catch myself looking at them sometimes without meaning to, was there something happening that I didn’t understand?
The heat burns my thoughts away. I see Orlando’s brown eyes tilted up toward me and remember the gleam of cum on his lips.
I push the disorienting desires back down. With an impatient grunt, I stand and walk to my door, throwing it open to the rest of the office, exposing myself to the light.
The noise of business fills the air, and staff rushes about, avoiding my eyes until I walk back and sit behind my desk again.
Back to work. I’ve got meetings right up until dinner with Zeke, and Orlando is the last thing I need to be thinking about.
CHAPTERFOUR
ORLANDO
“Hey, Orlando,” Kevyn says as he climbs in the back of the car that Zeke arranged, dressed in a nice gray suit jacket and black shirt. “You’re coming to dinner, too?”
