Life with Baseball Stud

How had I gone from checking the baseball team out in the locker room a week ago to now having made out with their star catcher in the dugout and having a pile of their jocks in my bag? As I walked out of Coach’s office I had a pit in my stomach that this whole situation wasn’t going to end well for me. I still didn’t have a place for Danny and I to meet on Friday and now I had that pile of jocks that Coach was expecting the cross country team to be wearing the next time in the locker room because they asked for them (which they didn’t).

It was then that my phone vibrated and I looked down to see a new text message. It was Danny and the message was a simple, ‘sup’. For as much as Danny had surprised me with our make-out session in the dugout, he could still be a stereotypical simple jock. Obviously overthinking my response, I typed and erased multiple times before responding, with what I thought was an equally jock-like response of, ‘nothin’. I then waited. 2 min turned to 5, which turned to 10. I was already obsessed with Danny and we had barely ever exchanged words a week ago. After considering sending another text, I felt the vibration and saw the message come through, ‘where we meetin tmrw’. This time it was my turn to wait to respond. Panicked, I knew I had only one choice – stall. Still trying to come up with an idea, I finally responded, ‘surprise, tell you tomorrow’. Much quicker I got the response, ‘cool’. I bought myself 12 hours before I saw Danny at school on Friday.

When I made it home, my dad was at the kitchen table with a pile of leftovers in front of him. ‘Where’s mom?’, I asked. Dad looked up from his food and quickly responded, ‘Sorry, Kev, your aunt called and grandpa isn’t doing well. Mom is packing us up and we are going to go visit him this weekend. I know you have your cross country meet, so mom said it’s ok if you stay here by yourself. Are you ok with that and us missing your meet? I’m sorry, Kev…’ – before he could finish I blurted out (a little too loudly), “That’s FINE!”. I never considered myself a lucky person, but in that moment I thanked everyone I could think of – god, the universe, my lucky stars – for this turn of events. “Ok”, dad said as he stood up and put his dishes in the sink. “We’ll be leaving in a bit. I think it goes without saying that we expect no parties. If you want to have a buddy or two over from the team, that’s fine. Just don’t touch the alcohol, ok sport?” Dad said, knowing I wasn’t a drinker, but that it was the right parental thing to say. “Of course, Dad”, I said a bit too happily and, with that, turned towards the steps to my room.

A little bit later, mom came to my room, gave me a hug, and they were off. I fell back on my bed and my hand landed on my gym bag. I remembered it was now full of jockstraps from the baseball team. I unzipped the bag and pulled out the pile. I had grabbed the jocks off Coach’s desk so quickly that I hadn’t really noticed that he gave me about 10 of them and they were all different sizes, but all a brand called Bike with wide waistbands like I had seen the baseball players wearing everyday. I immediately felt myself getting hard thinking about the jocks and the baseball team. With the house to myself, I slipped off my jeans, but left on my briefs. I then took the jock Danny had given me, and just like he had done in the locker room, I slid it on over my briefs.

Pulling the straps up under my butt, I could feel the straps through my briefs. I turned towards the mirror and, while the jock was trying to hold it down, I could see my dick bulging through the two layers of fabric. I thought about Danny parading around the locker room in his briefs and jock – joking with the other baseball players. One time after practice he even pulled his cup out of the pouch of the jock and pretended to sniff it. I now wonder if he was actually smelling and enjoying that jock scent. While I was thinking about this, my hand was stroking my dick through the jock and briefs. I put my hands on the waistbands and pulled them down to my ankles, freeing my dick with a ‘thud’ back on my stomach. I laid back down on my bed, keeping a grip on my dick and stroking thinking about Danny. All too quickly I felt the build up and volley after volley of cum shot onto my stomach. Knowing I had the house to myself, I enjoyed the moment and used the jock and briefs to wipe off the cum on me.

The next moment I remember I was waking up in the morning and realizing I was about to be late for school. I had overslept and I scrambled off the bed. On the floor in front of me were the jock and briefs, which now had my dried load in them. With a smile, I threw them in my backpack. I then took a quick shower, got dressed and headed to school with a new plan in my head.

Arriving at school, I immediately went to the locker room and, fortunately, it was empty at this hour. I went over to Danny’s locker – looking around to ensure no one was looking, I unzipped my bag, grabbed the briefs and jock, gave a quick sniff, and then threw them onto floor of Danny’s locker. I knew he had his game today and I was hoping he would wear my briefs with the jock he had given to me. Closing up the locker with the smile still on my face, it quickly faded when I realized Coach was standing at the end of the locker aisle.

“Doing Johnson’s laundry, McDonough?”, Coach asked deadpanned. “Coach….uh….that is…..”, I stumbled over ever word as Coach stared me down, looking for answer. Coach went over to Danny’s locker, lifted the latch and peered inside. He looked around Danny’s locker, looked up at me, and then that slight hint of a smile came back on his face. Coach reached down to the bottom of Danny’s locker, pulled out the jock I had just deposited, and held it up in the air. “Anything you want to tell me, McDonough?”, Coach said as he continued to look into what felt was my soul.

“Coach, you see, I, uh….well, that is….” – I had to find a way out again, whether Coach believed me or not. “Danny was the one who lent me his jock to see if I would like them on my long runs”, I lied to Coach’s face again. This time, though, I could tell Coach wasn’t believing or having it. “Really, McDonough?” he started, “are you really trying to lie your way out of this one too?”. He continued, “You don’t think I know that you took those jocks I gave you and that you probably spent the night sniffing and jerking off into them?”

If I could have fainted, I probably would have in that moment. Instead, the color from my face left me and I just stared back at Coach. Coach continued in on me – “I’ve seen the look from boys like you in the locker room. Stealing glances at the jocks, while you think no one is looking.” It was like he had been watching me in the locker room the entire school year. Coach then approached me and I thought that I was done for – I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I thought my life was about to end. Instead, though, the slight hint of a smile returned to his face as he approached me and I saw his hand raise with the jock in it. Before I could react, Danny’s jock covered my face and I was inhaling the load of cum I had deposited in it the night before.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought”, Coach said with that smirk still on his face. I felt Coach’s hand continue to smear the jock pouch into my face and an involuntarily inhaled, trying to get a whiff of Danny and my scents in it. Just as quickly, though, Coach let go of the jock and I scrambled to catch it as it started to fall off my face. As he walked away, Coach turned and looked at me, “Listen, McDonough, I don’t give a rat’s ass about what you and Johnson are doing together, but you better not become a distraction to him or the team. But, whatever is going on, keep doing it. He’s played better in the last week than he has all year.” With that, Coach turned back away and marched off. I was left speechless in the locker room, holding Danny’s jock and wondering what had just happened.