Life with Baseball Stud

Danny kissed me on Monday and it was now Thursday and I still didn’t have a plan for how and where we would meet on Friday.  I was getting desperate and that’s probably what made me talk to Coach.  After seeing him sniff the jock of one of the baseball players on Monday, I figured talking to him would be my best shot at putting together a plan. 

This plan all made sense in my head until I found myself reaching for the door handle into his office that connected to the boys’ locker room.  It was at that moment that I realized I had no plan on how I was going to share that I had seen him sniffing one of his player’s jocks and that another one of his players had kissed me in his dugout.  But before I could think any further, my hands were balled up in a fist and I was knocking on his door. 

“Come in, damnit” – Coach always swore.  Before grabbing the door handle I took one last look around like I was planning out my escape just in case.  I then took a breath, walked in, and stopped in my tracks at the image in front of me.  Coach was dripping wet and wrapped only in a towel.  I could tell Coach was trying to figure who this student was in front of him and what he was doing in his office.  “Uh, hi, coach”, I stammered.  “I, uh…well, the thing is…”, I just continued, unable to find my words.  “McDonough?”, Coach barked.  How did the coach know who I was?  “Uh, yes, sir…I mean, uh, Coach”, I heard my mouth saying without recognizing my own voice.  

“Well, close the damn door, McDonough”, Coach directed.  I quickly scooted into his office and closed the door a little too hard behind me.  After catching my breath, I could tell that the coach wasn’t even paying attention to my physical presence in the room as he unwrapped his towel and used it to dry his hair.  I then saw him walk over to the bag he used everyday and pull out a classic pair of Champion white briefs.  With his back to me, I saw Coach step into the briefs and his back muscles rippled as he balanced himself into them.  He then turned to me and that was when I could see his facial expression change.  “Like something you see, McDonough?”, he asked with a new and inquisitive look on his face.

The question hit me like a ton of bricks.  It was just Monday that I had heard Danny ask me the same question – “Like something you see, Kev?”, Danny had asked with that signature smirk of his.  “Uh, sorry Coach.  I, uh…well” – I was at a loss for my words again, but this time with Coach.  “McDonough, calm down.  I get it.  You kids aren’t used to seeing fully grown and developed men naked.” He said, almost clinically.  “Now, let’s just make sure you don’t go blabbing around that I was parading around you nearly naked.  I don’t want to lose my job over something stupid like this.”  He, again, continued while pulling on his polyester shorts over his big quads.  “Now, what is the star of the cross country team doing in my office, son?” he asked, looking intently at me at this point.  He knew me.  I didn’t think I existed in his world, but Coach knew who I was and knew I was some something – uh, somebody – on the cross country team.  

This was it.  The moment of truth and I had no idea what to say.  Coach had given no indication that he was into his players – or at least their jockstraps – but he knew who I was and I had just seen him completely naked.  It was now or never.  “Coach”, I started, without knowing what I was going to say next.  “The guys on the cross country team were talking and, well, I don’t know how to ask”, I averted his eyes at this point.  “What is it, son?”, Coach asked emphatically.  “Well, you know we don’t get as much money for supplies like the baseball team and football team”, I was making this up as I was going along.  “But, we were wondering if there were any extra jockstraps that we could have for the team?”

Not sure what to expect from Coach, I willed my eyes back to his and saw a glimmer of amusement in his eyes and on his face.  “Since when did cross country boys wear jockstraps, McDonough?”, Coach asked, still with the amusement in his eyes.  “Well, Coach, with the baseball team sometimes changing in the locker room at the same time, we got to talking about them with the team and thought they could help for our long runs”, I lied.  Every word that was coming out was a complete lie.  Up until Danny caught me looking at him and confronted me about it, the cross country team didn’t speak to the baseball team – and vice versa.  It was an unspoken, but known rule in the locker room.

With a look that told me he still didn’t one-hundred percent believe me, Coach turned around and went to the filing cabinet in his office.  He slid the door open, reached in, pulled out a pile of jocks, and threw them on his desk.  “These are what’s left,” he simply stated, “unless you want the lost and found jocks.  They’re used, but have all been cleaned.”  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  Coach was believing – or at least pretending to believe - my story and was offering his team’s extra jocks and even access to the jocks in the lost and found.  My arms reached for the stash of jocks on the desk, but as I pulled them into my arms Coach stopped me with a question, “McDonough, do you boys even know how to wear a jock?”.  I did because I had seen Danny and the rest of the baseball team put them on everyday we were in the locker room together, but I had never actually worn one.  “Uh, well, Coach, I’ve seen the baseball team players put them on, but haven’t worn one myself yet”, I meekly responded.  “Well, before you go handing jocks out to the rest of the team, I think you should try a few on so you know what size will be the right one for your team.” 

Frozen.  Did Coach mean right here, right now?  “Sure, Coach, I’ll try a couple on at home before I give them to the other guys”, I stammered.  “Come on, now, McDonough.  You just saw me butt-assed naked and we are both guys here.”  I looked back up at Coach and the smirk had returned to his face.  Did he know I was lying?  Was he trying to get me to admit the truth?  Did one of his players tell him about me checking out the baseball team in the lockers?  Coach just stared across his desk intently waiting for my next move.

I reached out and grabbed one of the jockstraps that said ‘Bike’ on the front and had a wide band on it.  I quickly pulled down my shorts and tightie whities – turning halfway from Coach – and pulled the jock up my legs.  I heard the Coach chuckling behind me.  “Christ, McDonough, you just put on an extra large when you’re at most a medium”.  He came around the desk and grabbed another jock off the desk.  “Look,” he said, “just like your underwear” and pointed to the label on the jock.  He handed the jock to me, I stepped out of the extra large and started pulling on the medium.  As I did, I lost my balance and I found myself falling towards Coach.  With barely any effort, I felt his strong arms grab me and prop me back up.  Rather than taking his hands off immediately though, as I would have expected, Coach grabbed the waistband of the jock and pulled it to my waist.  “Christ, you kids seriously can’t doing anything yourselves these days”, he grumbled.  I stood there in front of Coach in the Bike jock, with my ass hanging out, and that’s when I felt the erection start. 

This god of a man stood in front of me, I was almost completely naked, and he had just helped me put on my first jock – what else was my body supposed to do?  I felt the panic hit me as I realized the situation I was in.  “Don’t get too excited, McDonough”, Coach said as he looked at me almost pitifully.  “Erections happen to most guys when they – or someone else – get around that area.  Hell, a swift wind gets most guys going at your age”.  The clinical tone had returned and Coach had returned to his own locker to retrieve his polo, socks, shoes and whistle.          

I quickly put back on my own clothes and grabbed the pile of jocks.  It was then that I realized two things – I still didn’t have a plan for meeting with Danny on Friday and now I had a pile of jocks for the cross country team that I didn’t know what I was going to do with.