Date: Thu, 29 Jul 2010 16:15:08 -0400
From: Evan <jockstrap923@gmail.com>
Subject: Linebackers 21 - for athletics/highschool

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Linebackers 21 - Landscaping


"It's fucking hot out," Cory thought to himself, wiping his forehead
with his shirt sleeve. His landscaping t-shirt sleeves were soaked
with sweat, so that wasn't too effective. The wet, sweaty material
clung to his big belly, but there were some dry spots near the bottom
of the orange XL shirt. He hesitated for a second, looking around,
seeing if anyone was looking. He liked his big hairy body, but he was
still shy and self-conscious about showing it to strangers, despite
some of the fun he'd been having with some of his big friends. Nothing
big, just jackin' with a few guys from the football team. And that one
time he visited the porn store, and the couple times he messed around
with a couple of freshmen guys on the team.

Cory had been working all summer for a landscaping company one of his
teachers at school set him up with. He thought he might lose some
weight, but instead, all the work had fueled his appetite - he was up
to 270 pounds now. The guys on his crew always went out to eat for
lunch. Sometimes, Cory would go to a fast food place and be
embarrassed about ordering a couple burgers and fries, but the first
day he went out to eat with the guys from work, that went away fast.
Some of the guys were skinny or lean, and some of the guys were thick
or fat, but they all worked hard all day and ordered a lot of food.
Cory was the lightweight, as far as eating, goes in this group.

There were about ten guys on his landscaping crew. A few had been in
college a few years, and seem to know each other, and they sort of
kept to themselves. One of the college guys looked like a big stoner.
There were a few younger guys in their twenties, and the rest were
older guys, maybe in their 40's or 50's. Everyone was friendly and
nice, and Cory liked joking around with them. He wouldn't admit it,
but he felt kind of special being the young guy.

The guys would mow lawns, plant plants, work on trees; it was hard
fucking work. And the hot July sun in Iowa was brutal sometimes. Half
the guys would take their shirts off to work sometimes; those were
usually the leaner guys. Cory noticed one of the frat guys shaved his
chest, which had a couple Greek letters on it. "Probably his frat,"
Cory figured.

Cory stared up at the hot sun, looked around, and turned his back
towards the house to lift his shirt and mop off his forehead. He felt
the hot sun on his now-exposed hairy gut. He wasn't pasty white, but
he was a mid-western white guy. He didn't *need* a tan, but he
would've liked to work with his shirt off too. He rubbed his wet belly
as he dropped his shirt - the hair on his gut had been spreading
thickly up from his pubes in the last year or so, and his chest now
had a furry covering of brown hair. All that hair didn't help his
self-consciousness. As he rubbed the wet hair, he remembered that guy
who blew him at the porno store that one night with Brock, and how the
big jock felt when that college kid asked him to take off his shirt.
Cory felt a rush of -

Thunder. In the distance. Cory snapped out of his memory, "Fuck," he
said. His older brother was taking in his truck to get new tires
installed, and they were out in the middle of one of those new rich
subdivisions that no one lived in yet. The group had been there for a
couple weeks, laying sod and planting trees. As the youngest, Cory
usually got what the group called the "bitch jobs" - digging, hauling,
etc. Cory worked hard though, and was excited to put all the money
into his truck. If it rained, the guys didn't work or get paid. So
great, here he was, no car and probably a smaller paycheck this week.

He headed over to where the crew had gathered around the supervisor.
Cory liked Bob. "Let's go, kid," Bob yelled. Bob was an older guy
who'd been with the company for most of his life, supervising summer
crews and working in the office in the winter. He was in his late
40's, Cory figured. He had short buzzed hair and a heavy beard. It
wasn't long or big, but Cory noticed it was thick - way thicker than
the week's worth of stubble and growth on Cory's face. Since he was a
manager, Bob wore a button-down shirt with his name on a patch on the
chest. He had a ton of black chest hair spilling out over the top
button. Bob was a stocky guy - 6'0 and maybe 230 pounds of muscle and
fast food fat. Some days he worked hard, harder than most of the other
guys; some days, he was off-site or at the main office.

Bob bought Cory's lunch when he thought the kid was working hard, and
since Cory worked hard, that happened a couple times a week. Bob would
stand behind him in line, and after Cory ordered, the older guy would
put his big hand on the kid's back and say, "I got it, bud. Good work
this week." Cory always got a weird fluttering nervousness in his
stomach when he did that. He figured it was just pride.

Cory arrived at the group and Bob explained to everyone that they were
closing up. Bob was directing people to clean up, and Cory saw the
glint off his wedding ring as he pointed. Bob seemed like a great
family guy; his wife sounded cool and his kids were maybe half Cory's
age. After Bob was done, he told Cory what to do. "Uh, I don't have a
way to get home..." Cory said to his boss. His boss thought for a
second and nodded. "I can drop you off, that's OK," he said to the
kid.

The guys started packing up. The storm was coming quicker than they
thought, but this happened a lot, and they knew how to tear down
quick. The truck was loaded up and the guys jumped in their cars. The
college guys always rode together, and Cory suspected they smoked some
weed in the car on the way home, since he saw a lighter flicker in
their car most days as they drove off. Cory hung out in the trailer,
trying to cool off a little. He saw Bob heading towards the truck and
Cory jumped down, his thick calves supporting all his weight. He felt
a few drops of rain and got in the passenger side of the pickup truck
that the trailer was attached to.

"Whew," Bob said. "Just made it." The supervisor reached down and
grabbed a folder under the seat. He opened it and started writing a
few things as Cory looked around the truck. The rain was starting to
come down a little heavier, and it was starting to get darker. He
looked past the houses to the corn fields, only about half as high now
as they'd be at the end of the summer. He didn't really see anyone
around; there weren't a lot of builders in the subdivision anymore,
and with the weather, it didn't look like anyone would be coming over
soon.

"Aw, damn it!" Cory heard, and turned his head to the left. "What?" he
said to his boss.

"Well, we were supposed to plant those bushes today. They're having
some big thing tomorrow. And I think it's early, and with it being
Saturday, we won't be here." The older boss shook his head, annoyed
that he forgot it in the rush of the surprise storm. He shrugged. "I
can come early tomorrow. Maybe around five or something and just do it
yourself. No problem. Alright, kid, you ready?" The older man started
up the truck.

Cory turned red for some reason. Cory looked up at the sky. "Well, we
could wait until the storm passes. It'll go a lot faster if I dig for
you and you won't have to get up early tomorrow. It's cool, I don't
have anywhere to go. Practice starts in a few weeks."

Bob thought about the offer. He liked the kid. One of the things the
older man had learned in this business was that good attitude is a
hard thing to teach, and Cory had a good attitude. He was helpful, he
didn't complain, he worked, and he was just a nice guy. "Really, you'd
be OK with that?"

"Yeah, we can wait," said Cory, Bob turned on the radio, and the
classic rock station came on, because that's what he always left it
on. "Besides man, you've had me digging all summer so you know I'm
good at it!"

His boss laughed, and Cory grinned. The jock kid rolled up his shirt
sleeve and flexed; there was some muscle there, but it was mostly fat,
and Cory said, "I mean, look at these guns!" Bob smiled and looked at
the kid's thick arm, noticing the hair starting to grow up his arm
towards his shoulder.

The guys made small talk for a while, talking about work while Bob did
some paperwork. It was getting a little warm in the car, and Bob
flipped on the A/C, dropping his pad one put it on the seat between
the two big guys. With his right hand, he continued filling out the
rest of his paperwork, and he started unbuttoning his shirt with his
left hand. His big body shook for a second as the cool air flooded
over the wet hair on his chest as he added the numbers on the chart.
It was a ritual he enjoyed while driving home on those long sweaty
days, feeling the cold breeze on his hairy chest and stomach

Cory had been looking out the window while they talked, and when he
looked over, he saw his boss's big hairy gut, now that his shirt was
open. Cory couldn't help but stare. The guy didn't have a huge belly,
but it was firmer and smaller than Cory's. And while Cory had long
brown hairs, his older boss had curly brown hair all over his belly
and a little bit on the sides. Cory looked up, noticing how the hair
got thicker between the guy's big pecs. They were round and thick,
strong but still covered in a layer of fat and a thick layer of hair.
Cory could barely see the guy's nipples, but he found them, wide and
fat, pointing straight out from the cold air.

The heavy teen jock couldn't help but look and take in all these
details about his older friend, but Cory was well aware that three
things were going on: he was staring at the older man's naked chest,
the older man was looking at him, and his dick was hard in his shorts.
He was trying to take it in but look away. It was one of those moments
where time just seemed to stand still, where there are too many
emotions to process at once.

Cory somehow managed to snap his neck away and look outside. He was
nervous. The next thing he heard, though, brought him right back to
the truck.

"It's cool, kid."

The jock looked to his left at his boss. The older guy had put down
his pen and sat, arms back, shirt open. "You can look, I don't care.
My wife loves it." The man looked down and ran his left hand through
the forest on his chest, and Cory again saw his wedding ring under the
hair. "You look like you're pretty similar to me though, kid."

Cory's mouth was dry and he just nodded. He grunted and cleared his
throat. "Yeah, I guess..." For some reason, Cory was nervous. He was
surprised he was so nervous and wasn't even sure why.

"You wanna take off your shirt, kid?" Cory's teen jock dick jumped. It
was straining hard in his briefs - he went and bought tightey-whiteys
to wear to work, he needed to keep everything "together" - and
something about that phrase made it harden even more. It was just like
he was thinking earlier, about the porn shop. Bob reached out and
turned down the A/C, and noticed how Cory hadn't really moved. He
wasn't sure if the kid was nervous, or shy, or what.

"It's OK; just us here," said Bob, still rubbing his chest. Every so
often his thumb would hit his right nipple, poking out from the fur.

Cory took a deep breath and stripped off his shirt. His nipples, too,
hardened in the air, though it was getting a little warmer in the car
now that the A/C was off. It was still really dark and rainy outside,
and the guys could hear thunder every so often in the distance.

"Feels good, huh, kid?" Bob stared at the fat kid, 40 pounds heavier
than him, and Bob's dick started to grow in his jock. A guy on his
team during his first summer of work back in the 80's gave him the
tip, and it keeps everything together but gives a lot of freedom. Bob
was a hairy kid in high school too, and he connected with the kid's
shyness.

Cory just sat back, unsure what to do, and unsure what was going on.
The older guy reached his right hand over to feel the kid's hairy
body. Cory jumped as the big rough hand started playing with the hair
on the kid's chest. "Someday, you're going to find a hot woman who
gets really wet from all this hair," the older man said to the kid.
Cory grinned at the way his boss was talking; he'd only known Bob as a
family man and a hard working boss, and this dirty talk turned him on.

"Seriously?" the fat jock asked. He'd never considered women liking a
fat guy with a bunch of hair.

"Yeah, some ladies go wild for this stuff," said Bob as he rubbed.
Sometimes he would rub the fat kid's chest and feel his nipples
between the older guy's fat fingers. He rubbed lower, feeling the
trail of long brown hairs. It was thicker in the center of his chest,
and while his whole belly was covered in long brown hairs, there was a
thicker line going from his chest to his navel and down into his
pants. Bob rubbed the linebacker's gut, feeling its roundness and
heft. "I'm sure this comes in handy on the field," the boss said to
Cory.

"Yeah..." Cory said. He wasn't sure what was going on, and he noticed
the combined sweat and heat of the two big guys was starting to fog up
the windows. He was nervous around his boss, who he really liked and
respected, but he was horny as fuck from the rubbing. There were way
too many conflicting thoughts in the big dumb jock's head for him to
process.

Bob noticed this and decided to take some control. He moved his right
hand down and felt the kid's shorts. Anyone could see the kid's big
dick was making a fat lump in his brown khaki work shorts. Bob started
to rub it.

"Look, kid, let me tell you something. There's not much to do around
here." He squeezed the kid's dick. "Feel good?" The jock nodded,
looking down, past his furry gut to the man's big hand working his
prick through his shorts. "Sometimes you do stuff cause it feels good.
Nothing wrong with that. You and I got a lot in common...we should
make each other feel good." He kept squeezing and rubbing. "If it feel
good, do it. If you don't want to do it, then don't. We got some time
to kill. Might as well do something fun, right, kid? Nothing wrong
with that. And never let anyone fucking tell you otherwise.

The older man started unzipping the kid's zipper. He reached in,
looking up at the kid's face. It was big and round, with a covering of
a teen beard that would someday be thicker. The kid's eyes were
closed. He reached in farther and felt the briefs straining, wet from
sweat. He reached into the jock's waistband, feeling a handful of wet
pubes, and pulled out the kid's big dick, pulling it out the zipper.

Cory inhaled, his big jock dick now exposed. He opened his eyes and
looked down as Bob spit in his hand and started stroking it with his
right hand. "Nice piece, kid," the boss said. Bob looked at the jock's
six inch meat, average sized, with a mushroom head. He worked the
shaft, stroking him slowly, squeezing the head as he came up and down.
All Cory could do was moan as his boss worked his crank with his big
hand.

Bob stroked off the kid for a few minutes, feeling how hard the kid's
jock dick was in his hand. He let go and they both looked at the kid's
meat, sticking out of his fly, bobbing with hardness. Cory looked over
to see his boss, and they locked eyes and stared for a second before
Cory spoke. "Um, can you take off your shirt?"

After a second, Bob nodded, and slipped the shirt off his arms. Cory
noticed how hairy the guy's shoulders were; the same curly hair
covered his strong shoulders and arms. Cory caught a whiff of sweat as
the shirt fell off and the guy's armpits were open to the air. Cory
noticed the windows were getting more foggy, and it was still dark and
rainy.

The guys looked at the hairy man's chest and gut. No one said
anything, and Cory felt the guy's right hand pick up his left hand and
put it on his belly. Cory was surprised, but he rubbed the guy's gut,
their roles reversed. "Your wife really likes this?"

Bob laughed. "You have no idea. She won't let me shave it or trim it.
She loves it. She says she loves getting fucked by a real man. And
that always makes you feel good!" Cory nodded. He'd seen pictures of
Bob's wife and she was smoking hot. Cory always figured a girl like
that was out of his league, and hearing this was mind-blowing.

The boss continued as Cory moved up to the furry chest. The kid's
whole hand was lost in the thick curly hair. "I was about as hairy as
you in high school, and I dated a girl from West who really liked it.
She was always into older guys, but she said a hairy guy turned her
on."

"Really?" the jock said. He'd dated girls but always held back,
assuming they wouldn't want a guy like him. Sure, he'd fucked girls
and had some girlfriends, but he always figured it would never last,
being a fat, hairy guy.

"Yeah," Bob said. "She was sad when I dumped her, but it was too far
and I started dating a girl from my own school."

Cory's head was dizzy. Maybe it was the heat, or the stories. But he
was also noticed a smell; the smell of sweat, sex and hard work. Cory
felt a bead of sweat drip down his armpit and down the side of his fat
gut.

"Feels good," said Bob. He always liked someone admiring his hairy body.

Cory got brave and wanted to see more. He ran his hand through the fur
down towards the guy's shorts. Bob smiled and looked around. They
couldn't see much out of the windows with all the steam fogging up the
glass, and he felt he was safe.

The older boss man leaned up and slipped his shorts off. Cory was
amazed to see this hairy older man, sweaty and strong, sitting here in
nothing but a jock and shoes and sock. The guy's prick was hard in his
jock, and Cory's dick, still sticking out from his shorts, was still
at attention. Bob looked over and again stroked the kid's rod. "Can I
suck your dick, kid?"

Cory just nodded, so horny and turned on. He was breathing deep
through his nose now, and the sexy smells were boning him up hard.
Some of his long pubes were sticking through the fly, and Cory gasped
in as his boss' lips slid down his hard cockhead. He felt the guy's
mouth slide down the shaft and wet the hairs down, and Cory's teen
dickhead slid down the guy's throat.

Bob sucked on the jock dick for a couple minutes. Cory was in heaven
as the older man's tongue wrapped up and down his cock. He started
fucking his face a little, and Bob easily took all the kid's cock. It
was thick, though, and his jaw was getting sore. He hadn't done this
in years; maybe even decades. But something about this kid, this
younger version of him...

Cory moaned as the guy worked the teen pole with his mouth. His boss
sat up, and Cory saw that he'd taken his dick out of his jock. And it
was big. It wasn't as fat as the teen jock's meat, but he had at least
an inch or so on the kid. Cory could see the guy's crotch was really
really hairy. The guy's fat hair-covered nuts sat against the leather
of the truck bench. Bob licked his right palm and started stroking his
hard dick as both men looked at it, watching the man's big hand work
his own big prick.

The hairy chubby jock started working his own pole, and with his left
hand, reached over to feel the guys' chest. Cory was rubbing and
squeezing his boss' right pec, and felt the hard nipple rub in his
palm. He took his thumb and forefinger on his left hand and found the
nipple. He took it between his fingers and lightly started rubbing and
squeezing it.

"FUCK!" thought Bob. His nipples turned him on like nothing else, and
this kid was getting his worked up hardcore. Still stroking his cock,
he moved his left hand up and started doing the same thing the jock
was doing to his left nipple.

Cory smelled more sweat and sex. It hung heavy in the car, like a
blanket of manliness. The two guys were sitting next to each other in
the truck, facing forward but each checking out the other's hairy
body. They were both jerking their own cocks with their right hands,
and Cory's other hand was working his boss's right nipple as the older
man worked the other one.

The two men worked themselves and Bob's chest for a few minutes. Bob
started to moan as the kid squeezed and massaged his nipple. "Hey kid,
you wanna feel it a little closer?" Bob asked. He was incredibly horny
and wanted more contact.

Cory nodded, lifting up his fat body to slide off his shorts and
briefs. "Um yeah, how should...I..."

"Slide over, kid," said Bob as he slid over towards the middle of the
big truck bench. Cory moved over, taking his hand off his cock, and a
line of dick slime stretched from his hand to his fat teen pisshole.
Bob sat in the middle and looked over at the kid as he patted his
thighs.

Cory slid off his shoes and his shorts, wearing only his white
athletic socks as he straddled his boss. The kid jock sat on his
thighs, his thick dick resting on top of the older man's longer cock.
Both guys looked down and the cocks, throbbing and nudging each other,
sticking out from hairy crotches.

Bob grabbed both cocks in his big right hand, spitting on Cory's dick.
He worked the spit all over the two dicks. They barely fit in his
hand, and Cory sighed, leaning back against the dashboard as his boss
squeezed and rubbed their pricks together. Bob could feel the heat of
the kid's dick in his hand. The older guy's dickhead was rubbing all
along the thick tube underneath Cory's dick.

As Bob squeezed the cocks, the jock looked down at the hairy man. He
had to admit, he had wondered what the guy looked like under his shirt
all summer. And now he was seeing it all. Cory reached out, drawn to
the hairy gut and chest in front of him. He ran his hands through the
curly forest, amazed at how much hair the guy had on his body. He
looked up to Bob, and that made this ten times better.

Cory smelled the stank air, the sweat and ass and sex hanging in the
air. He remembered what Bob said, and wanted to do something. "Uh, I
have a question." Bob dropped his dick and started stroking the kid's
meat with both hands. "Yeah kid?" "Um, can you put your hands behind
your head?" The older guy smiled and nodded. He wasn't sure exactly
why, but that's what the kid wanted.

Cory looked down as his boss clasped his hands behind his head. There
was a ton of hair in the guy's armpits, and he was really sweaty. The
smell and funk hit Cory in the face like a truck, stinking up the
truck. Cory reached down and started fisting both dicks together in
his right hand, staring at the guy's pits.

Bob flex his arms and Cory saw his biceps flex. Both guys' dicks
jumped in his hand. Cory wanted to smell a little closer, so he let go
of the older man's cock and slid forward, Bob's dick sliding between
his ass and popping up on the other side, as Cory's jock meat laid on
the guy's hairy stomach, hard and leaking in the hair. Bob's hands
were still behind his head, and Cory leaned in closer to his boss's
right armpit. The smell got really strong as he got closer, and Cory
started slowly jacking his teen boner to the smell. He felt the guy's
dick against his ass, and Cory scooted back a little.

Cory's nose touched the guy's wet armpit hair, and Cory leaned up a
little as Bob's dickhead nudged his asshole. Cory's ass was sweaty all
day at work, and he felt his boss's cock rubbing his hole. Cory
inhaled deeply through his nose, and felt his boner bulge as the
sweaty stink hit his nostrils. It was unlike anything he'd ever
smelled; it smelled different than his team's jocks, it was...heavier
somehow. Mature. Masculine.

Cory inhaled again, and felt the big prickhead at his asshole.
Remembering his experience with Luke, he slid down, and on his third
inhale, Bob's dick entered his teen jock cunt.

Bob was amazed. He'd never predicted this. He liked Cory, and enjoyed
their friendship over the summer, and that was making this even
hotter. This big fat hairy teen jock was sliding down on his pole and
sniffing his hairy pits. Cory had all of the guy's dick up his butt
now, and he started bucking up and down on the cock. There wasn't a
lot of room, but the guy's dick was all the way up Cory's teen
asshole. Cory couldn't believe how much the guy's dick was stretching
his hole, as Cory started jacking his dick a little faster, smelling
his boss's stink.

Bob was so turned on at the way the kid was taking his dick. He took
it so deep. Bob turned his armpit up and pressed it into the kid's
face. He heard Cory moan and felt the kid's wet tongue in his pit.

Cory didn't think he was planning on licking the guy's armpit, but
when he smashed his pit into the kid's big face, he just had to lick
it. The kid kept licking, and Bob started moaning and talking. "Aw,
fuck kid, I can't believe you're licking my hairy pit. Fuck."

Cory kept stroking and riding the big dick while his boss sat back,
arms up. "God damn it, kid, that's so fucking hot. God damn, you have
such a nice fucking body." The jock's dick swelled up. He'd never
liked his body, and here was this guy actually complimenting it. Cory
kept licking and sniffing while he slid his legs up. He had his feet
flat now, and he started really riding the thick meat in his butthole.
It was like squats at football lifting - he slid all the way up the
cock until it was almost out, then slide all the way down.

"Aw fuck kid...holy shit. That's it man, ride my fucking cock. God you
look so hot, taking my cock. Yeah, kid, fuck my dick up your hairy
butthole."

Hearing this was the tipping point for Cory. He leaned up from the
guy's armpit, leaned back, and started jacking. "Man, I'm gonna
cum..." the teen jock said.

Bob thrust up to hit the kid's butt deep, talking dirty to the jock.
"Fucking hairy chest man, fuck...so fucking hot...damn, kid...big
hairy guy...bet the guys on your team are jealous..."

And with that, Cory's load popped out of his teen dick. He jacked it
hard as a couple spurts splattered out, then jets of steamy white cum
shot up Bob's hairy gut and chest, painting white stripes on the dark
hair, as Cory stared at the guy's hairy pits and chest.

Cory dropped all his weight on Bob's dick when he came. Bob could feel
the kid cum, and the jock butt squeezing his dick pushed him over the
edge. Cory's insides were flooded with a thick load from the older
man's balls, packing the kid's guts with a heavy load of cum.

Both men sat and caught their breath. Cory looked down at Bob, who
looked up at the jock. Bob smiled, and Cory grinned; Cory felt the
hard dick throb in his butthole, and he felt Bob's prick start to
piston in and out of his hole again, and Cory closed his eyes for
round two.