Life with Baseball Stud

Quick note – apologies as I mentioned ‘football jocks’ in chapter 2, rather than ‘baseball jocks’ as Danny and his friends are in my story (based loosely on life events).

Twice in the same day, Danny had me at a loss for words. I just stared at him from the floor wondering if he was being serious or if a group of jocks was about to appear and beat me up. Danny extended his hand to help me up and gave me a smile. I got lost in the touch of his hand and his smile as he helped me to my feet. “That’s better”, he said. “How about we go check out the baseball fields?”. Without thinking, I tightened the grip on Danny’s hand and then quickly let go, realizing I could be reading into things incorrectly. Seeing the look on my face, Danny just gave me another smile, turned around, slung his gym bag over his shoulder, and started heading to the exit.

As the door opened, the cool fall, Indiana air hit me and I realized I was walking with Danny – my crush since 6th grade. We had never been friends, but never enemies either. He just existed on another plane, with the popular jocks in school. I wasn’t unpopular, but I wasn’t someone people would expect Danny to be walking with and I started to get nervous. What if someone saw us? What would they say to his jock friends and how would Danny respond? Deep in my thoughts, it wasn’t until I heard Danny saying my name a few times again – “Kev…Kev…Earth to Kevin” – that I popped out of my stupor once more. “You ok, Kev? You hit your head back there?”. “I’m fine”, I whispered.

We walked in silence as the baseball fields came into view. While in season, practice was over for the day, so the fields were empty and Danny ducked into one of the dugouts. He turned to face me and sat down on the bench with a smirk on his face. “What?”, I asked. “Nothing,” Danny responded, but still with the smirk on his face. “Listen Danny”, I started, “I’m sorry I was staring at you in the locker room. I don’t know what came over me, but thanks for not freaking out in front of the other guys.” I was about to go on when Danny interrupted, “So, you’re gay?”. I froze. I had never been asked that question and thought I had done a pretty good job of putting up a front of the straight guy. But looking at Danny at that moment, it felt like I was having an out of body experience when I heard my mouth say, “I, uh…I guess”.

At that moment time stopped and I was aware of everything frozen around me – Danny, the dugout, the baseball fields, and even the school in the distance. I felt like my life would be over now that someone else knew my secret and that by tomorrow the whole school would probably know. It wasn’t until I heard Danny say, “Cool”, that suddenly I caught my breath. He had gotten up from the bench and was walking toward me, still with that smirk on his face. Without another word, he slowly bent down and suddenly his lips were on mine. To say he was a good kisser was an understatement. Granted, I hadn’t had much experience kissing anyone, other than at a party where we played ‘spin the bottle’ and I ended up in the basement closet with one of my classmates, Cindy. She was eager and we spent the next few minutes doing what we were supposed to be doing and I realized then that it wasn’t doing anything for me. Now, with Danny, it felt like my head was exploding in the best way and I suddenly felt his arms circle around my sides and his hands grabbed my ass, never stopping our kiss.

“Ugh”, I moaned into his lips as I felt his hands let go of me. He pulled back and I suddenly felt the emptiness between us. The smirk returned to his face and, again, he just said, “Cool”. The silence had returned and it felt like an eternity until Danny started talking. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now and I thought I might have chance with the way you’ve been checking out me and the guys in the locker room.” I was so embarrassed, and my face started turning red. “Kev, it’s ok”, he continued. “I was checking you out too and I don’t think the other guys noticed.” Realizing that Danny had been checking me out too made me feel better. “By the way,” he said, “those tighty whities you wear really make your ass look great when you’re changing.” Every word out of Danny’s mouth continued to surprise me and, before thinking, I blurted out, “I like your jockstrap”. Danny just continued smiling, turned to his gym bag, opened it and pulled out his jock. “You mean this one?”, he said with that same wicked grin.

“Yes”, I said, suddenly shy again. You could see Danny thinking through something and then he shared his plan. “Friday, after the game, I’m telling my parents I’m going to hang with the guys. You figure out somewhere for us to meet.” And, like that, he stashed the jock in his bag and we had a plan. I didn’t know how we would pull it off, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was being with Danny on Friday after his game.