Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2012 15:01:41 -0700
From: Allen Coulson <ghbm6@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shared Jock

Can I brow your jock," my friend Eric asked?

He was standing starkers across from my locker in the row of gym lockers we
shared as I was coming from the showers.

"Coach R. will kill me if I'm not waring one at roll call," he breathed.

Coach R. was known in our high school as "coach dick."  At roll call he
incised that his students pull down the elastic on their gym shorts just
enough to show the larger elastic band of their jock strap.  Five "not
wearing" would take a full grade point off the grade anyone not waring the
required jock strap.  They also had to do 25 sit-ups and run around the
track four times.  My coach; coach M. was more of a bug about us all taking
showers, equally required, but he never checked up as much as coach R. and
jocks.

"I swear it was right here then I took a leak."  He said pointing to his
small, day to day locker.  "Now it's gone!"

I knew Eric enough that he would just go in the buff over to the urinal. I
tried to live up to his naked self unabashedment as a rule of my
masculinity.

It flashed through my mind that Eric did not ware regular underwear when he
wore jeans, so that was not an option anyway.  Warring gym shorts without
anything would be uncomfortable to say the least.  Like me and a lot of
other boys at my school waring Levi's 501s jeans meant you did not need
underwear and was like a 99% of the time thing.

"Sure dude," I said as I handed him my jock strap.

"Thanks dude!  Your a life saver," he said as he scrambled into the jock.
"I'll get it back to you at SyFy. lit.  Who in the hell would steal my
jock?"

SyFi lit was our fourth period class and one of two classes we shared, the
other was English, 7:30 am, first period.  He had PE the period after me
and we would meet up for lunch.  When we would hung out together.

"I don't know dude.  I was taking my shower," I shrugged.

"Thank's Malcolm.  Kill anyone you see with an Eric T. labeled jock other
than me!," he sighed.

Eric was a great looking boy, not much 5' feet something and on his way to
being a tall guy , my hight too, so we looked each other eye to eye.  He
had sandy brown hair, almost blond, and his pubes were the same color.  I
had thought of him more than once while JOing.

My hair is full out brown and I had been doing the "battle of the bulge"
since Jr. high.  I guess I was/am fairly good looking but, my body always
wants to pack on pounds and I am always trying to take them off.  I was
never one to scarf food.  So, yah I am a bit on the chubby side.

Eric on the other hand I had seen chow down a large stake dinner with
seconds and top it off with a brownie and 3/4 of a quart of rocky road ice
cream, had huge portions from the school cafeteria and was always snacking
on Snickers bars.  He never seemed to put on an ounce. - Sorry, just a
minor bitch.

O' BTW - My pubes are black.

The next morning after English Eric elbowed me and asked, "Can I barrow
your jock again?  Mine is like totally gone."

"Sure, but aren't you going to get a new one?" I asked.

"Yah, but I need my Dad to get it or give me the money and he is like
totally busy with work.  You don't expect me to ask my Mom do you?  It was
totally embracing to ask for the first one and that was with the notice
from school that it and the PE uniform was required.  Dad dragged me to the
sporting goods store to get it.  It's like a father and son thing.  I don't
want to tell him I got it stolen!  How could I explain I got it stolen?
It's like I got my dick stolen!  I just want to barrow it long enough until
I can ask for a new one," Eric entombed.

"I know.  My Dad took me to the sporting goods store too.  It's weird to
get your Mom to buy a jock.  I don't know why.  My mom has gotten tuns of
underwear for me but that's normal.  I was glad my Dad got the PE stuff for
me. - So you want to share my jock for like the rest of the semester or
what?" I sighed back.

"Yah," he sighed back.

So it went for the rest of the week.  On Friday Eric told me he would take
`our jock' home and put it through the washer.

Monday told me that did not happen.  After English I saw the same urine
stains built up over the week, both me and him.  Then there was the new
stuff; a cumm stain high on the pouch and into the elastic band.  I did not
say a word about it.  I just took it back and mumbled "My turn."

That night our jock strap went home with me.  As soon as I got home I shut
my self in my room and as gross as it may be I sniffed, licked and totally
knew Eric's groin had graced our jock.  All the past week I had been
thinking of Eric's jock in my/our jock every time I put the thing on and
having to cross my legs to stop a hard on.  Unless I was alone in my room
when I just thought of him.

When I handed him our jock the next day the cumm stain was four times as
large.  At Sic-fi lit he did not seem to even think of giving it back.
After English the next day he gave me our jock with a stain covering the
pouch and front of the waist band.  For the rest of the week and into the
next this trading kept on.  The pouch and waist band was getting stiff with
cumm.

On Thursday of the second week at lunch he asked me, "Do you want to sleep
over again?  I've got my Mom's ok if you want to.  We can hang Friday
through Sunday if you want. - Maybe put the jock through the laundry or add
more to it."

"Yah, if you really want to share our jock.  I don't think I could go days
with out squirting all over the place," I said with a smirk on my face.

"I know what you have been doing into it too," Eric gibed and poked me in
the ribs.

"So you want to do it for real, not just into the jock?" I kidded back.

"Hay, we're in the same jock!  I'll go as far as you will!  You have got to
love it as much as I do!" Eric's unmated grin leapt across his face.

"Dude; your dick, nuts, and butt in that jock and your face has all that
has been on my mind for weeks!," I all but gasped.

"Well same here!  After I browed your jock I had a boner for most of PE and
had to think of a rose bush when I took my shower.  The same thing I have
to think of when we trade between periods!  Are you nuts?," Eric exploded.

That Friday my world turned.  We got nakies as soon as we got into his
room.  As soon as our groins touched we started kissing.  Soon we were
taking turns rubbing our jock all over each other, enjoying how much we
were adding to the pouch; modeling the fresh wet jock for each other.  By
Saturday night it was just us nakies, we did everything two guys can do.
No fear!

Over the weekend as far has his parents were concerned we were working on a
big English project and did not want to be disturbed, only showing up for
meals.  His Dad complimented us for putting in so much work and wanted to
see the results.  I can only say we were at my house Tuesday through the
next Friday mostly doing English...

He finally got a new jock.  We broke it in by taking turns like we always
had.  Once `seasoned' we traded who's was up.  We never washed them for the
rest of school.

To this day I thank the guy who stole Eric's jock!



Malcolm

Find me at meerschaum1961@yahoo.com

Great hugs, peace and sucks in the wonderful mode! This is going to All
Kink locker room and Nifty.