Equipment Management 101

Matteo Void was the star pitcher for the Mount Two Timbers Community College baseball team and he had just sprained his throwing elbow. He cradled his injury in a sling. He was barely three steps out of the student health clinic when Coach Deep called him into the office –immediately.

Matteo made his way to Coach Deep’s office, he loved that he had to walk through the locker room to get there, inhaling the sweat soaked smell of the abandoned room. He was good at hiding his boners when he was with the other guys, but when he was alone he let it get a little stiff against his jockstrap.

“This isn’t good, son,” said Coach, motioning for Matteo to take a seat across his desk. Coach was wearing his shortest blue shorts and a thin white polo that showed off the piercing on his left nipple.

“The Mighty Black Hawks were really relying on you. You were our only pitcher for this weekend’s game against Big Bear City’s Anacondas. We may have no choice but to forfeit.”

Matteo turned the roster to face himself and scanned it.

“What about Tyson, coach?”

“He’s still in the hospital from the pimp stabbing.”

“Ben?”

“Religious exemption this weekend; he can’t go outdoors until midnight Sunday.”

“There’s always Caleb, he’s not on the roster as a pitcher, but maybe he could…”

“He’s left-handed and you know it, Matteo. I’ve gone over the roster twice and we just don’t have a single other person that can do a decent pitch. We don’t have enough time to recruit and officially sign anyone else up. If we want to get some decent sponsorships, we need to win this game; the Anacondas are our biggest rival.”

“Who is Sebastian?”

“Who,” Coach pulled the roster back his way and Matteo pointed with his good hand.

“He’s on the very bottom of the list. Sebastian Masters.”

“Oh, he’s the jockstrap boy… er, the ‘equipment manager.’ I think they call them these days. He gathers your towels and jocks and washes them, gets the equipment in order, etc. We had to sign him up as a player for legal reasons. He isn’t supposed to play in an actual game.”

THUMP!

The noise was loud enough to startle both Coach and Matteo.

“I didn’t think anyone else was practicing tonight,” Matteo said.

“There wasn’t. It’s a free night and half off at the strip club,” Coach said with an eyebrow raised.

THUMP!

Matteo stood up and followed Coaches ample ass cheeks as he peered around the locker room. The duo walked out the door and around a tall set of lockers.

Sebastian stood with his back to them. He pulled a jockstrap out of a pile, balled it up in his fists, and brought it up to his face. Matteo started to say something and Coach gently covered a meaty hand over Matteo’s mouth. They continued to watch as Sebastian wound up and rocketed the jockstrap across the room.

THUMP!

It hit the wall and ricocheted into a laundry basket.

Coach clapped his hands together, “looks like we got a pitcher on the roster after all. Boy, with a little extra coaching, you are going to save the Black Hawks.”

Sebastian turned around and dropped the jockstrap he was holding, “Sorry Sir. I stopped in to take a shower after class. Then I thought I’d get a head start for tomorrow.”

“Well, wrap it up son. We saw your pitching arm there and it’s going to be needed at this weekend’s game. You’re on training duty with Matteo until then. I want you to spend every waking second with each other. You’re going to eat, sleep, and dream about Matteo. Be prepared for him to ride you hard until Saturday. Practice starts IMMEDIATELY, change into your gear. I’m going down to administration to work a few things out and I’ll be back.”

Sebastian tried to interrupt, but Coach just slapped him on the shoulder and kept talking out of the locker room. The boys could hear him talking all the way down the hallway.

“I guess I need to change,” Sebastian grimaced. He took off his blue ballcap, wavy black hair tumbling out, and nervously tugged at his bulky MTTCC sweater.

“Yeah,” Matteo looked at his own jeans and white t-shirt, “I probably should too.”

The two boys turned away from each other awkwardly. Matteo kicked his shoes off and, with his good hand, slipped his pants off the best he could. In just his jockstrap, he started to fumble with his shirt and realized he wouldn’t be able to get it off alone. He turned to ask for assistance and saw that Sebastian was facing him – wearing only blue striped tube socks .

Matteo was stunned; the jockstrap boy was always wearing such bulky clothing and paint spattered jeans. He had never thought he would have such a large chest, covered in cute black curly hair. His nipples were pink and perky and his abs were lightly visible through his belly. If he were to shave his short beard down to a mustache he could’ve been a Tom of Finland model.

Sebastian thrust both hands down to cover his cock and then released one to grab his blue ball cap. He tossed it over his ruffled hair, “I just realized that I…”

Matteo caught himself staring at the hands that were covering the cock he had just glimpsed. It was girthy and uncut, meeting at a point and dangling with just a little bit of a curve. It was highlighted by two heavy ball sacks on each side. He snapped his eyes up to meet Sebastian’s, “realized that…what?

“Umm, I have never worked out with you guys. I don’t have anything to workout in.”

Matteo felt the bulge in his jockstrap tighten. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself so he began to fumble in his locker, “you can use some of mine.”

He pulled out a jockstrap and smelled it, “I don’t have anything clean, but you’ll want a jock. It’s only been worn once, yesterday, if that’s okay.”

He tossed the jockstrap at Sebastian and it landed on the rim of his ballcap; Sebastian, with a little shock, took a deep breath in. Then he let out a little laugh, “I don’t mind.”

Sebastian began to lean down and put on the jockstrap. Matteo could swear his cock was just a little thicker than it had been on first glimpse; he watched as Sebastian nestled his cock inside. Letting it bounce as he adjusted the waistband.

Sebastian stood straight and caught Matteo’s eyes, he laughed again, “what?”

Matteo’s hand brushed against his own bulge as he stammered, “Ummm, we should probably get started.”

“Don’t I need shorts and a jersey?”

Matteo couldn’t think of anything else to say. He held an extra pair of shorts and a jersey in his hands, but he could not imagine letting Sebastian put anything else on. He was practically drooling when he dropped the clothes, “not yet, you’ve got a few things to learn about pitching before we get you on the field.”

Matteo firmly palmed his swelling cup and took a step toward Sebastian. Sebastian’s hard cock popped up and out of the borrowed jockstrap, his foreskin stretching back to reveal a shiny cockhead, as he fell back and onto the locker room bench. He caught himself with his hands and let his knees stretch out.

Matteo slipped his own jockstrap all the way off, revealing a thick patch of dark blond hair at the base of his flesh bat. He stepped a leg around each side of the bench and walked with a wide gait, letting his erection bounce left and right, until he was cradling Sebastian, “as long as you are still interested in pitching for the big game this weekend. Do you want to learn how to pitch from the star player?”

“I… I… I do,” Sebastian stuttered and his shaft pulsed through the mesh fabric of the jockstrap.

“Well then, equipment manager, prep the equipment,” and Matteo slid further down on the bench until the head of his cock was pressed against Sebastian’s lips. Sebastian let them press in as his tongue pressed out to meet it. He let Matteo caress the roof of his mouth and up into his sinuses; there was just enough room in Sebastian’s mouth to let his tongue caress the thick veins running up and down Matteo’s shaft.

Matteo flipped Sebastian’s hat around and used it as leverage to pull Sebastian face deep into his bush; Sebastian’s chin brushing against his balls. He let his hands run up and down the back of Sebastian’s neck, rubbing his ears, tugging at his hair. He let Sebastian go when drool was running down the sides of his chin and dripping onto his balls. Then he leaned in and kissed him; Sebastian’s tongue felt as good in Matteo’s mouth as it had running up and down his cock.

Matteo pulled back, spit on his own cock, and pushed it back into Sebastian’s mouth when the locker room door burst open.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU BOYS ARE DOING,” Coach burst into the room.

The boys were visibly startled but made little effort to move.

Coach stared at them for what felt like forever before taking a step toward the boys. He pulled Matteo to the side then flipped Sebastian onto his stomach. He looked at Matteo, “you have to prep the catcher before you can start pitching.”

Coach, keeping eye contact with Matteo, rubbed a finger against Sebastian’s tight, freshly showered, hole. He spit directly on it and slipped a finger, gently, in and out. He added depth to a knuckle and then added a second finger, “now that the catcher is ready you can get ready to toss your balls. Since you’re prepped, you can start. I’ll take the other end.”

Coach crossed his arms and tugged his shirt up and over his head to reveal a darkly tanned, smooth chest; the shirt tugged at his enormous biceps as he tossed it to the side of the gym. His whistle bounced up and down the crease between his pecs. He crossed to Sebastian’s face and pulled the boy up onto his hands and knees.

Matteo clasped Sebastian’s muscled hip with his good hand and squeezed. He got his slick cock in position and rubbed it up and down.

Coach crouched down and pulled Sebastian’s face close to his, “are you ready for your first pitch?”

“Yes, Coach.”

“Do you want me to show you a thing or two when he’s done,” coach asked.

“I think it will help me learn best if you do, Coach.”

Matteo thrust inside and pushed his hips tight to Sebastian ass cheecks. He let out a deep moan, feeling his balls already starting to twitch, “fuck, Coach, he makes a good catcher too.”

Coach hefted his cock and balls out of the top of his shorts letting the massive thing dangle over the waistline and flop against Sebastian’s face. The way the shorts cradled his ass made his ass look even larger. His cock was still semi soft and made a meaty sound as it slapped against Sebastian’s face.

“Yeah? A good catcher,” he addressed Matteo as he slipped a finger into Sebastian’s mouth and held his jaw open, dipping his cock inside, “sounds like we may need to use him on the team more often.”

Coach groaned and wrapped his arms around the boy’s head as Sebastien sucked his cock deep into his throat. It was barely in his mouth ten seconds before it started to stiffen against Sebastian’s tonsils.

Matteo slid in and out in a scooping motion, making sure the tip of his cock pressed Sebastian’s prostate in a rhythmic pace. With each stroke he heard Sebastian’s cock-muffled groans get deeper. Matteo reached up and pinched one of Coach’s nipples. He met Coach’s eyes and leaned forward; Coach met him in the middle, keeping one hand on the back of Sebastian’s head and moving the other to the back of Matteo’s. Their lips pressed together first, soft, and then harder as their tongues moved in to rub up and down in slow circles. Coach’s stubble rubbed against Matteo’s face.

Thrust after thrust Matteo pressed in harder and harder, mouths locked together, Matteo began to erupt in tight moans. Coach held tighter to Matteo’s head, feeling the moan vibrate down his own throat. Matteo came in a flood. Spurt after spurt, pushing further and further into Sebastian until it dripped out the sides of Matteo’s cock, buried deep in his catcher.

Matteo pulled out with a stream of cum stretching out from ass to cock. He pulled his jockstrap over his cock and a stain of excess cum quickly soaked into it.

“Onto your back,” Coach pulled his cock out of Sebastian’s mouth and slapped it across his face.

Sebastian flipped over and Coach directed Matteo take his legs, “get on that end and hold these up for me.”

Matteo cradled Sebastians face, pressing his cum-soaked jockstrap into it, while Coach directed his cock toward the dripping hole. Coach pushed, letting the wet hot load guide, inside.

Sebastian had not had a good chance to view Coach’s cock, but he could tell it was a little shorter, but a lot thicker, than Matteo. He was glad Matteo had gone first to stretch his hole in preparation.

Coach pulled one of Sebastian’s legs tight against his chest and he thrust once, twice, using the leg for leverage to pump deeper. Suddenly Sebastion, face full of Matteo’s musk, was shooting his load onto his own chest.

Coach stopped long enough to scoop the cum up and rub it onto his own cock, “I was thinking I could use a little more lube.” He stroked his dick a couple times with the fresh load before pushing himself back inside. Sebastian grunted and gripped coach’s enormous biceps, leaving white handprints on his skin.

Matteo leaned down and kissed Sebastian, their teeth clacked together with Coach’s thrusts. Then Matteo stood back up and watched Coach as the muscles in his jaw tightened; he leaned forward and they kissed.

Coach pushed in and out of the tight hole. He could feel the rush of endorphin fueled fluids through his groin as he bounced off the thick ass, “Get ready. Here comes the HOME RUN!”

Sebastian felt the explosive rush of a second load pushing inside him. Coach pulled out, but used his still erect cock to push the dripping cum up and back into Sebastian’s pulsing anus.

Coach stuffed his cock back into the shorts and picked his shirt up off the floor, slinging it over his shoulder and heading into his office, “alright boys, get some actual practice in before you head home.”

Matteo sat down next to Sebastian, the boys still in just their jockstraps and tube socks. Sebastian flipped his hat so that the brim was in front again, “so… about the jersey and shorts?”

“Oh, yeah, I have an extra set.”

“I didn’t ask,” Sebastian said, “how did you injure your arm?”

“Masturbating.”

“Serious?”

“Yeah,” Matteo said, “and I didn’t even get to finish, so… thank you.”