1
The batter was encased in shadow as the sun settled just behind the trees beyond the outfield wall. I was still bathed in sunlight on the mound and knew I had the advantage, as the batter would be forced to pick up the ball late as it passed from light to dark before reaching the plate. The crowd seemed louder now, but they had been screaming the entire game. We were a strike away from clinching a spot in the sectionals; something our school had failed to do with alarming regularity since the 1950's.
Standing on the bleachers behind home plate was Mrs. Wilson, our coach's wife. She was clapping and cheering as I rubbed up the baseball, trying to ensure as solid a grip as possible for what I hoped would be the final pitch. Others stood around Holly Wilson, splitting their gaze from the game to her enormous breasts, bouncing unfettered beneath her t-shirt as she jumped up and down. Holly's marriage to coach was something of a scandal, he was 3 years shy of his 50th birthday, and Holly had turned 18 the day before they ran off to Vegas. She was a year ahead of me in school, the most beautiful girl in the district, and had refused dates with everyone that asked. By the time anyone knew of her involvement with coach, they were already back from Las Vegas and living in coach's house up in the hills outside the city.
Seated next to Holly was Kaitlin, my girlfriend of three years. Kaitlin was not blessed with a great deal of natural intelligence. She was smart, but not blessed with an immediate understanding of all things academic. She worked hard in school because she had to, and although she would never be a genius, she maintained a healthy GPA. She stood about 5 feet six inches tall, with long, straight, light brown hair, and deep almond-shaped hazel eyes. Her long, smooth, perpetually tanned legs, full breasts, and oval face had been drawing the lustful glances of men far longer than they should have. Her reputation as a less than bright individual often gave people the impression that Kaitlin did a lot of sleeping around, but I knew better. We met each other at a camping weekend some years before; lost our virginity inside a single sleeping bag, and we'd been together since. As usual, my cock hardened immediately whenever I saw her, and this moment was no exception. Kaitlin attended every one of my games. A huge sports fan, she usually greeted me outside the locker room after games with a kiss. Then she would lead me around the side of the school, pull me up against the wall, and would either take me into her mouth, or occasionally, slide her panties down from under her skirt, hook her legs around my waist, and ride me. Once Holly was married, Kaitlin inherited the title of most lusted after girl in town, and I was constantly getting teased about "getting her early", before she developed into the young woman she had become. I smiled and stepped back on the pitching rubber.
The ball settled into Jason's glove before the batter even started to swing. The roar from the crowd could have told people three towns away the result, and I started shaking hands and hugging teammates as Jason ran out to jump in my arms. We are largely a football town, but the baseball program had once dominated sectional play. Nearly 60 years of frustration had built to this season, and the eleven seniors on the team had vowed not to let another opportunity slip by.
"We're number one," Jason shouted, hugging me. And we were. The win gave us possession of first place, and a first round bye in the playoffs. That meant just three wins, and we would win the sectional title and head downstate for the big tournament. Coach went behind the backstop to hug and kiss Holly, with every male, including the players on both teams, looking on in envy. I found Kaitlin and she was smiling, holding her arms open to gather me in.
"I'm so proud of you, Jack," she whispered. "You were incredible."
I kissed her deeply, cupping her buttocks in my hands and she squealed.
"My, my!" she shouted. "You bad boy."
"I love you baby," I said. "Thanks for being here."
She smiled and then waived over my shoulder. Soon, Kaitlin's friends surrounded us, and they all congratulated me. Despite Kaitlin's appearance, and popularity with every male in the city, she got along with most because she lacked the general bitchiness that plagued so many of our school's young women.
"We'll meet you at my house," Sherry Keller, Jason's sister said. "Everyone's coming over, my parents are throwing a party."
"Sounds good," I said, taking Kaitlin's hand in mine. She patted me on the backside, kissed my cheek, and then settled in alongside Sherry as the girls walked up the hill towards the school parking lot. The crowd had filed out, and after watching Kaitlin's voluptuous buttocks sway back and forth in her tight shorts (along with a brief glance at Sherry's more than impressive backside as well) I turned to look for my glove.
Coach Wilson was holding it, walking towards me. He was smiling, and shook my hand after handing me a glove.
"Hell of a job, Jack. Complete game, only one hit. Exactly what we needed."
Coach was a large man, ripped from head to toe due to a strenuous weightlifting program. Though nowhere near the size of some of the bodybuilders Kaitlin occasionally poked fun at on television, he looked like an NFL linebacker just the same with rippling biceps, a huge chest, and powerful legs. He had a strong, square chin and soft brown eyes that expressed his sensitivity even while he was yelling at you. He was forty-eight years old, but appeared to be 20 years younger, and the common belief was that Holly had fallen for his body, and his good looks.
"I really appreciate how hard you've worked, Jack, you've really gotten better. No question you'll get drafted now. You've been a real leader."
"Thanks coach, I'm glad we get to keep on playing."
He patted me on the ass as we walked, something coach did to everyone of his players a hundred times a day, but after a few steps, I realized his hand still lingered, and only a sideways glance caused Coach to casually drop his arm to his side again.
"Don't forget to ice that arm," he said, jogging ahead to the school.
2
Apparently, Kaitlin had called my mother to tell her what had happened – she wasn't able to get off from work, but she left a message on my cell congratulating me. A text message from Kaitlin also appeared.
"At the party tonight, between my titties, Jack. I want it all over my face."
My cock hardened against my jock strap once more, and I erased the text message. Kaitlin was exactly opposite of the perception she had from people who didn't know her, but her sexual appetite was enormous, and her wild streak, though unexpected at first, was a constant source of pride that I never spoke about to friends.
My teammates were shouting, music was blaring, and I got high-fives from everyone as I made my way into the trainer's room. Bobby, the freshman team assistant had already made an ice wrap for my arm, and I settled into the chair as he taped it around me.
The guys came in to wondering if I was going to a concert some were attending that night, or to the party at Sherry and Jason's house. I spoke briefly with Jason about the game and then I eased back and closed my eyes. An hour later, my arm felt revitalized, and I made my way to the locker and took off my clothes.
The hot water on my arm after the ice wrap always felt incredible, and I let my hair soak, holding my arms against the wall.
The showers were one large room, with heads coming out of the wall at regular intervals on four sides. You had to walk through a doorway, then around a corner to step into the room, but it was completely open. A constant source of amusement came in the first months a freshman class came in. If you had gym class with them, you could almost guarantee that at least one or more of the newbies would get nervous about showering with the older guys, and hide in the bathroom until the room was empty. Some didn't even shower at all.
I was standing under the hot water in the far corner of the room, feeling my tense muscles relax, when coach walked in. He was completely naked, and though I tried not to pay attention, his body couldn't be ignored. He was smaller and leaner than he appeared with his clothes on, but the power and strength hinted at by his bulging muscles was fascinating. Everything from his abdominal muscles, to his chest rippled and gleamed in the light, and his legs were strong and thick. He took a showerhead a couple of spaces down to my left and began to wash his hair. His buttocks were large and taut, and despite myself, I couldn't help but stare at the sight of his penis hanging limp between his legs. His balls were enormous, and the fact that I could see his organ clearly though he was facing away from me caused me turn around in embarrassment. I never felt at all inferior in that particular part of my anatomy, in fact, I hadn't really given it much thought at all, but coach appeared to be the most well endowed man I'd ever seen. I quickly reassured myself that when you regularly take showers with other men, you can't help but see them – it's not as if I was choosing to look.
