Date: Tue, 8 Dec 2015 21:34:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Newark Airport <newarkewr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Life with Baseball Stud chapter 1

He was bent over in locker room, stepping into his jockstrap and pulling it
up his hairy legs.  "He" was Danny - my then 17 year old classmate and
baseball stud.  5'10", 180 lbs, legs like a soccer player, an ass that
popped out from the top of them, brown eyes and hair all over.  Danny had
been the first to pop some peach fuzz in 5th grade and he now had nice, not
overwhelming, coat of hair on his body.  As he pulled the jock up his legs,
the straps framed his furry ass perfectly and I had to fight my 17 year old
version of myself from reaching out to touch it.

It was a blessing and a curse that I was in the locker room with Danny.  I
was on the track team and, being at a small, rural school in nowhere
Indiana, our sports teams shared the same locker room.  So, every day at
3pm during track season (which overlapped with baseball), I had the
opportunity to see a parade of baseball jocks - in and out of their jocks.
Before I go on, I should mention I have a thing for jockstraps.  It was
Danny's fault, really.  The first guy I ever saw in one was Danny.  Later I
came to find out that he was a bit shy because he would strip down to his
tightie-whities and then put his jock on top of them.  I thought that was
the way everyone wore one.  It wasn't until I saw the other jocks strip
down completely that I realized Danny was a bit shyer than the rest.  It
only made him more desirable to me.

While a blessing to see a parade of jocks getting into their uniforms on a
daily basis, I was also cursed with a raging hard-on from the moment I
walked in until I got out onto the track.  Track runners didn't wear jocks
at my school, so I had to rely on my briefs in keeping my dick in check
while I (thought) discreetly checked out the jock packages in the locker
room.

This plan seemed to be working out well until mid-season.  Our team
happened to finish our practice at the same time the baseball team did, so
we were back in the locker room together.  The baseball jocks were peeling
off their uniforms and getting ready to hit the showers.  Unfortunately (or
fortunately), most of the track team didn't shower after practice,
including me.  As I packed up my gym bag to leave I looked up to find Danny
pulling off his jersey.  While his jersey was over his head I took the
opportunity to admire his perfect chest and abs.  He wasn't a six pack ab
kind of jock - he was just solid...and hot, really hot.

I realized I had been staring too long when I heard my name, "Earth to Kev,
Earth to Kev" (I'm Kevin, but everyone called me Kev).  I physically shook
myself out of my trance and looked up at Danny with a wild-eyed expression.
I had been caught and waited for the ridicule, or worse, from this jock
god.  "Like something you see, Kev?", Danny said to me with a smirk on his
face.  I was frozen and could only squeak out, "sorry". "Don't sweat it,
Kev, the show only gets better" and Danny then slid down his uniform pants
to reveal his jock and briefs. By the look of his jock I could tell I
wasn't the only one enjoying the show....

(To be continued)

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