Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2010 19:18:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Journal Man <journalman1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Sanders - Chapter 3

Thanks to the coaching of Mr. Sanders, I made the baseball team of my junior
high school.  Since I was only a seventh grader, I didn't really expect to get
very many opportunities to pitch.  Our coach usually only allowed his young
pitchers to be a reliever for an inning or two during games when we were ahead.

Being part of the team was a thrill for me.  I was in awe of many of the ninth
graders on the team.  The seventh graders were not really included in much with
the older guys, so I didn't really get an opportunity to become friends with any
of them at first.  We were all a little nervous around them socially.  Some of
the more cocky athletes among the seventh graders might occasionally show off in
front of the team, but even during practice when they did a good job hitting,
fielding, or pitching, the older guys would never acknowledge it and knock them
off their pedestal.

I enjoyed the locker room after practices.  There was a pecking order in taking
showers.  The ninth grade starters got to go first.  They were followed by the
rest of the ninth grade team.  Then the eight graders got to shower, and then
us.  Nobody took very long in the showers, so we didn't have to wait long.  We
also had our own sections of the locker room.  Basically the older you were the
closer your lockers were to the showers.  Part of the seventh grade section had
a clear view of the entrance to the showers, and from there you could see about
three of the guys showering against the wall opposite the entrance.


I always parked myself in the area where I could see.  While we would wait for
out turn, I got to see the older guys enter and exit naked, and I got to see a
few of them shower.  I was fascinated.  There was a wide variety of maturity
levels among the eighth and ninth graders.  Some of the guys were very well
developed while others looked not that much different from myself.  I would
sometimes go into the stalls and jack off thinking about some of the hot naked
guys I had seen.

During the baseball season Mr. Sanders was too busy coaching his high school
team to visit my Dad much.  The first time I saw him during the season was after
the first game when I got to pitch an inning.  Nobody got a hit off of me in
five at-bats, and I struck out two batters.  I was thrilled with how well I did,
and the regular players treated me great in the dugout after I finished.

The shower pecking order was a little different for games.  Only those players
who played took showers, so most of the rest of us would change and then head
home.  But this time, I got to shower, and I got to shower with the older guys.
We won the game, so everyone was pretty pumped, and I had a blast in the shower
with the guys.  They were joking around, so I got lots of opportunities to see
them naked up close.  I remember how the shortstop, Joey McHenry even reach over
and sort of patted/grabbed my shoulder while we were both naked in the shower.
This nearly gave me a hard on because McHenry was one of the guys that I had a
crush on.

I stayed in the shower awhile because I was enjoying myself.  Once the show was
over, I left and went back to my locker in the seventh grade section.  By this
time, no one from my grade was still there, so I just hauled my stuff over to
where the older guys were, so I could keep talking and being a part of their
conversations.  While I was there, I remember turning around and suddenly
finding Mr. Sanders standing right there.

We said hello, he complemented me on my pitching, and he made a comment about my
time at bat (I struck out after a couple of foul balls).  Immediately the
biggest jerk on the team, Tim Raleigh interrupted us.

"Parents aren't allowed in the locker room after the game, sorry."

I was shocked that Tim was bold enough and rude enough to say that to Mr.
Sanders.  I was eager for Mr. Sanders to tell him off, but he didn't.

"Oh, sorry." he said very politely, and then, "Josh, when you get changed, why
don't you meet me in Coach Porter's office?"

I agreed, and I turned around to say something--I didn't know what--to Tim, but
another player beat me to it.

"Raleigh, you dumbass, do you have any idea who that was?"

Tim looked confused but still cocky.  "You mean Josh's dad?"

"No, shit-for-brains, that ain't Josh's dad.  That's Coach Sanders from Calhoun
(the local High School)."

"Oh shit!"

Everybody started laughing because we all knew that Tim thought he was some
athletic superstar, and he certainly wanted to play for Calhoun next year.  Tim
glared at me as if it was my fault that he thought Mr. Sanders was my dad, but I
didn't care because everybody else was looking at me with a sense of respect and
even awe that Coach Sanders had come up to me and knew me.  I excused myself,
and headed to the coach's office.

I was pumped.  I had pitched well.  The guys had opened up to me.  I got to
shower with them, and now they thought I was cool because I knew Coach Sanders.
I knocked on the coaches' office door.  Mr. Sanders peaked through the venetian
blinds that covered the window in the door.  He motioned for me to come in.

I opened the door, and suddenly I felt a little awkward.  Coach Porter was
nowhere to be seen.  I looked around for him, and then I realized that he was in
the shower when I saw our assistant coach standing in the office naked except
for a towel and I heard the sound of the shower running.

"Oh! Excuse me.  I thought..."

"Come on in Josh.  It's okay." came Mr. Sanders voice from the other side of the
office.

I closed the door and sat down.  Coach Brandon continued talking with Mr.
Sanders as if there hadn't been any interruption.  I never thought about it at
the time, but for some reason he was Coach "Brandon" (his first name) while all
the other coaches were called by their last name.  It probably was because of
his age.  He was a recent college grad, and sort of a local legend.  He played
ball for the state university.  Mr. Sanders had been the High School coach for
at least ten years, so I knew he must have coached Brandon when he went to
Calhoun.

I didn't really pay attention to their conversation because I was trying to
avoid looking at the half-naked Brandon.  This guy was really good looking, and
while it was nice looking at the 9th grade boys, Brandon was at that perfect
age.  His body was fully matured and filled out.  His chest was smooth and very
well defined.  He had nice thick legs that were somewhat hairy.  His arms were
also muscular (but not huge) with nice hair on them.  He had thick hair under
his arms.  He had no facial hair, but his chin and cheeks had that grayish tint
of a guy who would have a thick beard if he let it grow out.

I was trying not to stare at him, but on the other hand I was stealing a few
glances when I could.  I got very excited about anticipating seeing this guy
drop his towel at some point.  I was wondering whether I could position myself
in the room so that I had a sight line to the shower in the bathroom of the
office.  As all of this was going through my mind, I suddenly realized that
Coach Porter had just emerged from the shower.  I knew he wasn't a prime
specimen of a man, but when he came waddling through the room completely naked,
I couldn't help but notice he had a very thick uncut cock.  It sort of grossed
me out.  I was so distracted that I missed the chance to see Coach Brandon
naked.  I realized this when I spotted his towel slung over a chair in the
office.  He must have stripped it off before heading into the bathroom.  I was
sort of mad at myself for missing the moment, but it also excited me to think
that he would have to come out of that bathroom naked to grab that towel.

"So Josh, what do you think of Brandon?"

"Huh?"

"Do you like Coach Snyder?"

"We call him Coach Brandon."

"Do you get along with him?"

"I guess.  I don't know him that well."

"But you don't have a problem with him, right?"

"No."  I was wondering why he asked me this.  Had Coach Brandon said something
about me?  Did he not like me?  I never really found out why Mr. Sanders was
worried about this.  He went on to explain why he was asking, but it still made
me wonder.

"Okay, well I just wanted to make sure because I'd like to invite you to come
along on the Spring Break trip this year with the team.  I talked to your Dad,
and he has okayed it.  You'd be coming as one of the assistants.  I'd put you to
work, but I think you'd have fun, too."

I was sort of stunned.  This was fantastic news.  How cool would it be to be on
a trip with the High School baseball team?  But then I started thinking about
how intimidating it would be.  I would be the runt that nobody knew.  I'm sure
they'd all treat me like crap.  But I was more excited about going on a trip
with Mr. Sanders.

"So what do you think?"

My mind was racing, and I asked, "So what does this have to do with me liking
Coach Brandon?"

Mr. Sanders laughed.  "He's coming along as an assistant coach for me, and you
and he would probably end up bunking together during the week, so I didn't want
to put you through that if you had a problem with him."

I could feel my face flush with excitement.  "So is he okay with that?"

"Sure, he knows the drill.  He's used to having to share a bed with all sorts of
people on road trips."

"What sort of thing will I have to do?"  As soon as I asked this I worried he
might think I was asking what I would have to do while sharing a bed with
Brandon.  It shows you were my mind was!

"Well it won't be very glamorous.  You'll be doing a lot of laundry, keeping
track of equipment, hauling stuff around.  It won't be too tough.  So are you
interested?"

"Sure."

"So Coach, is Josh gonna join us?"

I had almost forgotten about Coach Brandon.  As soon as I heard his voice, I
whipped around in fear that I had missed seeing him naked, but there he was
drying off, not even acting modest at all.  I loved seeing him naked.  His was
like the perfect body to me.  His dick wasn't anything special, but it completed
the package perfectly.  He didn't react to my quick movement toward him, so I
could gaze at him while he was focused on looking at his body as he dried off.
Finally he glanced up, and luckily I was looking at his face.

I told him, "Yeah, I think I'm going."

Bandon straightened up and headed toward me with his hand outstretched.  It was
an odd angle, and I was almost able to graze him as I withdrew my hand from the
handshake.  He seemed genuinely pleased that I was going.  This thrilled me.

"So we're going to be roommates; that cool with you?"

"Sure, should I be worried about something?  Do you snore?"

"I don't think so, do you?"

"I'm not sure."

Mr. Sanders jumped into the conversation. "Hell it hardly matters if you do,
Josh.  You won't keep Brandon up."

Brandon suddenly looked a little embarrassed.  "Oh no, here we go again.  I
swear you tell everyone this story."

"It's a classic!"

"What story?" I asked.

"Well, Brandon and I have been on many road trips together.  Once while he
played for me...  What grade were you in? The 11th?"

"Hell, I don't remember.  You're the one keeping this story alive, not me!"

"Well anyway.  All I know is that he wasn't a senior.  Anyway, one night after
the team had won this tournament, the guys were celebrating and all.  At about 4
in the morning; after everyone had crashed, somebody pulled the fire alarm at
the motel."  Mr Sanders paused again and looked at Brandon. "Do you know who did
it?  I never did find out."

"I don't remember."

"Anyway, somebody pulled the fire alarm, and we were at one of those motels that
had outside entrances.  It was really cold outside, but everybody filed out into
the parking lot.  We counted the players, and somebody was missing.  It was
Brandon here, but before we figured it out, we heard somebody up on the second
floor screaming.  We all looked up and there was Brandon, buck naked, screaming
something or other.  Do you remember what you were screaming?"

Brandon just shrugged his shoulders.  I was sad to see that he was slowly
getting dressed.

"Well whatever it was it was funny as hell.  Were you calling for your mother?"

"What?"

"You were saying something that made no sense.  It's like you were sleep
walking.  Oh I remember you were saying, 'Turn down that fucking music!'  We
laughed all the way home about that, but you were pissed at us."

"Whatever."

Mr. Sanders turned back to me and continued.  "There were some young girls out
there in the parking lot, and they were sort of flirting with the guys.  And
they started giggling and squealing when they saw Brandon upstairs naked."

I asked rather innocently, "Why were you naked?"

"Brandon always sleeps au natural."

He looked at me with a look of concern on his face.  "Don't worry Josh; I can
bring some pajama bottoms, if you mind me sleeping next to me while I'm naked."

I paused trying to figure out how to say, "Hell no, I wanna sleep next you while
you're naked!" and make it sound cool.

Mr. Sanders filled the silence, "Oh hell, Josh doesn't mind; he's seen me naked
lots of times."  He said this as if it were not big deal, but it made me blush
because I thought it made me sound like a fag.  I looked up at Brandon, and he
was looking at me with an expression that was hard to read.  That made me blush
even more.

He then sort of cocked his head back slightly and said, "Cool."

Brandon then caught me off guard by asking, "So Josh, what do you wear to bed?"

I was embarrassed to say pajamas because that answer suddenly sounded very
uncool.  I was thinking about saying that I wore just my underwear, so I was
surprised to hear myself say, "I usually sleep naked too."

Both Mr. Sanders and Coach Brandon said almost in unison, "Really?"  Then we all
laughed.  I decided not to defend my answer because I figured I had already dug
a big enough hole for myself.