New Toy… Boy or Coach? - Part 1 {Athlete/Coach}

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“Welcome to the minor league gentlemen,” the coach started as he stood in front of the whole team for the first time that season. It appeared that everyone was on time today. 
The owner of the team had been worried that not everyone would have shown up. And just not for the first day, but for the whole season with everyone trying to hold on to the jobs that they already had during the off-season. But he seemed to have been worried for nothing. Neither the owner or the coach had received such letters. But as the owner walked up to the front of the group as he was introduced by the coach, he finally put his fears to rest. 
The coach steps down and stands next to one of the newbies, who was standing up front. They struck up a quiet conversation as the owner stated convincingly that everyone will be paid in full and on time. That all their past grievances had been addressed. He welcomed the newbies by name and thanked everyone for coming back for another season before stepping down and having the coach step back up. 
“Well,” he started. “Not much left to say except let’s practice.” he ended before clapping his hands once and having everyone else start clapping before they turned to find their locker and start to change. 
“Allen,” the coach calls out as he walks past the newbie and head towards his office. “A moment,” he tacked on as he continued walking. The newbie of 24 years, walked behind his new coach that looked as in shape as he was, down a side hallway towards an office that was roomy and well lived in. 
The coach told him to shut the door and take a seat. He himself sat behind his desk before reaching for a purple envelope. 
“I found this on my desk when I came in today. This is some joke to possible throw me off my game is it?” he asked the young man. Allen looks at the closed envelope before looking up at his coach.
“No, it’s all true,” he confirms. 
“So then explain to me why I shouldn’t be worried that you are gay? Are you celibate?” he asks him.
“God no!” Allen exclaimed in surprise and with a laugh. 
“Married?” the coach tries next.
“Nope,” Allen says as he shakes his head.
“In a committed relationship?” was his next try,
“Not currently,” Allen shot down. 
“Then why?” the coach asked to move the conversation along and towards an answer. 
“Because I don’t sleep with other players. That can de-evolve into jealous public fights. I also won’t be with some outside person who wouldn’t really be ready for all the traveling I would have to be doing,” Allen started. “I normally hook up with the coach, once he doesn’t get too power hungry,” he ended as he continued to look at the coach to see his reaction. 
“And if the coach is married?” he asked back without missing a beat. 
“She doesn’t travel with the team. This is the minor league. She stays home and works. At least she has so far,” Allen says as he leans forward thinking this may work out also. 
“And you have done this with all your coaches?” he is now asked as his current coach leans back and seems to get comfortable with the idea.
“There was this one coach back in college, but he was bad all around and replaced half way through my first year on the team. The next guy was much better.” They both now stayed quiet as they mulled over ideas and sized the other one up. This has almost never gone the same way twice for Allen. He stands and looks across the desk as the coach looks up to see what was happening. 
“I can give you a demonstration of one of my skills if you like?” Allen suggested. 
— End of Part One — 

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