Date: Fri, 04 Apr 2003 23:11:56 -0600
From: Justin Kase <sbc_tek@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chad and Jeremy's little bro - the next part, 12

The Jock Strap

I'm sure there was some kind of letter that was sent to my house regarding
the requirements for starting 7th grade.  Not only that, but I was the
third boy in the family and I was going to the same school as they did
years before.  However, I was ill-prepared for the first day of P.E..  I
was too young to notice when my oldest brother had P.E., and all I really
remember about my other brother Chad and P.E. was him bringing his gym
clothes home every month or so.  I thought it was like elementary school,
just go out and run around in my jeans and such.  I didn't even catch on
the first day, that was a short day full of rules and finding classrooms.
The second day, I joined Edgar - the kid who feared sweating his entire
life, Chuck - the kid who forgot everything in his life, mostly his zipper,
Julio and Jesus - cousins who drifted through school and learned less than
20 words of English, and Kevin - he had been on vacation an extra day, his
parents misjudging the start of school, at not having gym shorts to
participate properly.

I convinced my mother that I needed a few bucks for school and went all the
way to C.R.  Anthony's for the appropriate pair of gym shorts.  I even had
the right t-shirt, the normal hand- me-down from Chad.  I rushed to get
dressed and get outside, it wasn't that I was embarrassed to change in
front of other boys, I had probably been naked in front of more boys than
any other kid there.  I was just in a hurry to get out so I wouldn't get
another load of shit from the coach.  There was something that caught my
eye as I left, I could clearly see underwear stuffed in the baskets with
the other clothes.  I still had mine left on, I got thinking of the boys
running around loose under the nylon gym shorts.  I imagined the feel of
the fabric on their little dicks, I was sure they would bone up like I was
doing then.

We did enough running and exercises for me to lose my boner and made it
safe to get into the shower.  I was all the way in the shower when I
realized it would be prime for looking at other boys' dicks.  But I was
amazed at how well they all hid their stuff.  I saw plenty of butts, little
white tight little butts, but only the slightest glimpses of dick.  Even
when they changed back into their clothes, the motions were quick and
efficient, keeping bent over to hide what they had between their legs.
There was one boy who just didn't seem to mind.  He was late coming out of
the shower and had his towel thrown over his shoulder rather than wrapped
around his waist.  His meat was swinging.

I had about 3 pubes then, wasn't sure what the rest of the boys in the P.E.
class had, but I was sure it wasn't going to surpass what Lance had.  His
pubes were just a shade darker than the golden blond hair on his head.
Sticking out of his bush was about 4 inches of limp, swinging dick.  The
skin on his dick was darker than the rest of what would be hidden under his
swimsuit. He had a great tan that really emphasized the white skin around
his dick.  It impressed me, and I could tell by the stares of my class
mates, there were plenty other impressed.

As Lance passed by, it was then that I realized why those other boys had
stashed their underwear.  Having just showered and dried off with a
borrowed towel, I was about to put on an extremely sweat pair of underwear.
It was the period right before lunch, I had more than half the day yet to
go.  I was about as miserable as I had been up to that time in my life.  I
kept having to rearrange my dick and balls all afternoon to get away from
the sweaty spots.  My socks were just as wet but I handled that by sticking
them in my back pocket and throwing my feet in my schools with no socks.

I was starting to learn though.  The next day, I packed a paper bag with a
real towel, socks and a nice pair of dry underwear.  I even found an old
black comb to take along.  I had long hair then, and combing it with my
fingers really wasn't good enough to impress people with my hygiene.  The
sweaty socks hanging out of my jeans and the damp undies really contributed
to that too.

The rest of the week and into the next, I worked the swapping underwear
pretty good.  It just meant that I had to stash damp underwear in my
regular locker and hope to remember it at the end of the day.  I was
starting to notice more and more the boys wearing jocks.  I hadn't paid any
attention to jock straps before.  I would see them in the wash and in
Chad's underwear drawer but that was about it.  But now I was seeing little
bare butts with straps around them.  As some boys got more used to changing
with other boys, I got to see the jock strap pouches in the front.  Most
were really loose but other were filled out and some bulging.

I really didn't miss many opportunities to look.  I knew some boys who
would take such care to not show anything but there were others who just
didn't mind it as much.  I would stand at the proper angle to see as much
or as many as I could.  I didn't hide that much, but I did rush to change
before my little boner would become to evident.  I got to know the look of
several dicks very well, everyone was familiar with Lance's but I was
memorizing many of the other boys.

We had been playing flag football one morning, it was probably already 95
degrees in early September.  I was glad that I was on the skins team, my
t-shirt was staying dry but my underwear was soaked.  The coach was walking
slowly in and he called me over.  He kept a hand on my shoulder and just
talked about school and silly things until the last of the class had run
by.  Then he began to tell me how important it was to wear proper
equipment.  And a jock strap was extremely important.  It not only held
things safe and snug but was also much more hygienic.  He went into telling
me that I shouldn't be embarrassed in the locker room, even if I was small,
I would grow.  I was about to tell him that I really wasn't that small, yea
but I really was, but he kept talking.  In the end, it would have been much
easier to just come out and tell me to go buy a jock.

Back to Anthony's with more school supply money.  When I looked at the
rack, I was confused.  I figured it out that I didn't want the swimmer
jock, thought about the one with the hard cup but the box had a picture of
a guy in a jock and holding a baseball bat.  All of a sudden, I realized
why all the Astros and Dodgers kept clawing at their crotches during the
game.  The picture of the guy did intrigue me.  There was something about a
guy only in a jock strap stepping up to bat that lodged in my mind.  A
couple of years later, in my yard, I and Chad and a couple of others played
that image out.  The story of me running around in just a jock is yet to
come.

My confusion continued as I tried to figure out what they were measuring
when they labeled the jocks from small to XL.  I was the only one there but
I did blush when I realized it was the waist size and not the size of the
pouch.  Then I knew the size of my Levis, it was printed on the leather
rectangle on the back, but I didn't think about underwear coming in sizes.
I was 17 years old before I ever got a pair of new underwear.  I bought a
package for myself just before the prom, I wanted to have presentable
underwear on so that Mary Jane Cindy Lou, or what ever my prom date's name
was, could take them off after the prom.  Anyway, I did good by picking a
jock that matched my jean size.

The check-out was another little adventure.  The old guy there had to make
a bunch of comments.  He told me how it was a good idea to protect the
family jewels.  He surmised that I needed it for P.E. or football.  He kept
picking up the box and looking at it and leaning over the counter and
looking at the front of my jeans.  I even pushed out my crotch so he could
get a better idea.  He was down to mumbling by the time I got my change,
which ended up being $5 more than I had even given him.  I wasn't going to
hang around and straighten it out.

I had it out of the box long before I got near the house.  It felt very
different than underwear, the way the front made a pouch interested me.  I
got home and had to try it on.  I stripped off my jeans and underwear and
pulled the jock up.  If I pulled it up snug, the waist band was above my
belly button.  I settled on something a little higher than where I wore my
underwear but low enough where I thought would not show up above my shorts.

I liked the airy feeling I had on my butt.  It really felt strange, my
balls and dick all covered up and bare butt just hanging out.  I had to go
check myself out in the mirror in the bathroom.  I hopped up on the edge of
the tub so I could see myself.  Raising my t-shirt wasn't enough and I had
to shed that too.  I loved the way I looked.  The pouch of the jock looked
full, thanks to the boner I was sporting by that time.  I turned my back to
the mirror and admired my butt.  I kept modeling for myself, letting my
hand run along my naked butt, the other hand was filled with my balls and
dick.  I knew I had a great new piece of clothing in my wardrobe.

Before I could leave the bathroom, I had to jack.  I left the jock on and
just pulled my dick out the side, the pouch tucked under my balls.  I was
in power jack mode, the faster the better.  I could cum then, had been for
a while.  I wasn't the biggest dick in school and really only had room for
2 fingers on my dick.  I watched myself in the mirror, really focusing in
on the jock itself.  And I was through it almost no time, twisting around
and squirting a few wet streams of cum onto the bottom of the tub.

I did put my shirt back on but walked around with the jock on the rest of
the evening.  It felt really strange when I pulled my jeans on to go sit
down for dinner.  It had the great advantage of being butt naked and not
having my little dick and balls rubbing on the zipper and denim of my
jeans.  I sat through all of dinner with another boner.  I planned on
jacking again as soon as I finished.  I stopped in my room to drop my jeans
and I thought I would get another look at my butt in the mirror on my
dresser.  I was staring at my butt when Chad did a double take and came
into my room.  He was drawn in by the sight of my little bare hole.

I was rarely embarrassed by anything Chad and I did, or anything that Chad
said.  But I felt a little embarrassed that I got caught looking at myself.
Chad noticed the jock and the box it came in and he said I didn't have to
buy one, he had a bunch.  He asked if I had worn a jock much before and I
told him it was the first time I ever had one on.  Then he asked if I was
going up or down.  I wasn't sure what he meant until he pulled the front of
the jock open and pulled my dick up.  He pulled it so it was pointing up
and he said that is up, then he stuffed his hand back inside the jock and
positioned my dick over my balls and said that was down.  He told me that
different guys do it different ways.  He pulled my dick up again and said
that way it would hold up my balls.  He cupped my balls through the jock
pouch.  He also noticed it was real loose that way, my balls just hanging.
I said that feels like my balls are out too much, it would be too easy to
hit them, just a little too dangerous.

I asked him how he did it.  He agreed that down was good.  He did like up
when it was hot or when he was swimming.  He said he also liked the way his
dick would peek out the top of the jock and shorts.  I doubt it ever did
then, or even now, unless he pulls the top way on down, he just doesn't
have that big a dick to escape.  Chad did a few more tugs and repositioning
of my dick, even showing me how to flop the waist band over so that if I
ever ran out of underwear, I could wear a jock even with low-rider jeans.
Chad had even more advice.

He told me never to try to shit while my jock was still pulled up.  He said
the poop will clear but that I would piss and mess up the jock.  Bless
Chad's heart, that my have been the best advice he ever offered me.

Chad asked me if I was going to sleep in it.  I thought that was a good
idea, I was taking it to school and probably wouldn't have another chance
after that night.  He got tired of me and went in to jack.  He was on the
power side as well, he was moanin' and groanin' immediately and he shot in
less time than the average TV commercial break.  He had really perfected
that timing.  He could get up, run up the hall, whip his dick out and wank
and crank and shoot before his show came back on.

That night, Chad did come into my room after I had gone to bed.  He started
like he usually did, rubbing his hand softly over my belly, flicking his
fingers over my little hard nipples.  He worked quickly to move his hand
over my dick.  His hand would rub my belly less and less as it would rub
more and more on my dick and balls, going inside my undies deeper with
every stroke.  It normally didn't take long for him to start stroking me.
The two years earlier, it was almost a nightly treatment, and my older
brother would even get a few turns.  Chad did that long before I could cum
and then when I was old enough to cum, I wouldn't let him stop until I did
cum.  I would sleep well after a cum like that.

That night, Chad's other hand slid down right behind the pouch.  His
fingers played with my hole and the soft skin of my scrotum.  Chad jacked
me through the pouch as well as his hand inside the jock.  I lasted as long
as I could and then told him to get the sock.  So as not to make a mess,
Chad would usually hold a sock so I could shoot in.  There was normally
socks or undies or shirts laying all over my floor.  Instead, he grabbed
the box the jock came from and stuck it over my dick just as I was starting
to cum.  I thought it was interesting how I could hear my cum hit the
cardboard box, it was pretty loud and I shot more times than I thought.

I took a pair of underwear with me to school the next day, I wore the jock
to school and to P.E..  It was truly a wonderful feeling during the game
and then as I stripped it off to get in the shower.  I did make sure that
coach knew I had a jock on.

>From then on in the locker room, I focused even more on dicks and jocks.
I noticed that some boys really did pull their dicks up and let their jocks
pop back in place.  More and more boys became comfortable changing, some
running around before and after class in just their jocks.  My jock was
great at holding my boner down, I could look and enjoy longer.  There were
many days that year that I would wear the jock to start the day.  I got
really good at taking my gym clothes home on Friday to wash them, it had a
lot to do with the ability to put the jock on first thing in the morning
and wear it to school.

I even got handed down a big handful of Chad's jocks that he had outgrown.
I would wear them as much as I could.  I did buy more with my own money,
although I picked another store to buy them from, so I could avoid the
ancient clerk at Anthony's.  I was wearing a jock on a night that I invited
a friend to sleep over.  He was in a little shock when he saw what I was
wearing.  It did start the conversation though!  By the time we turned out
the lights, Brad was in one of my jocks.

We got talking about P.E. and the way boys wore their jocks.  We compared
notes about our different P.E. classes and it was interesting and funny to
see how much the boys in each class acted, all the hiding, looking,
showering, etc.  I asked him if he has someone like Lance, with a big
swinging dick.  He described two guys like that in his class, best buds.
  Brad told me how they would stand there naked and talk to each other for
a long time.  He said he caught a lot of boys looking.

Brad and I went to sleep in my bed, tight enough that our hands just had to
rub and squeeze each other through the jock pouches.  Brad slept over a lot
that school year, and it was always when we would wear jocks, no matter
what we had on that day.  I also liked wearing the one that he had borrows
from me the night before, I would stay boned up while wearing that.

Chad even got convinced to jacking Brad.  Chad came in late and we were in
bed already.  Both of them were really surprised when hand met dick!  After
the screaming, and laughing, most of the laughing coming from me, it did
get a little more intimate and Chad got Brad to shoot right in his jock.


I wonder if there are guys out there who like my past stories as well as
this one.  I like hearing if you do, at my email sbc_tek@hotmail.com Thanks
and I do hope you enjoyed it.




The Jock Strap

I'm sure there was some kind of letter that was sent to my house regarding
the requirements for starting 7th grade.  Not only that, but I was the
third boy in the family and I was going to the same school as they did
years before.  However, I was ill-prepared for the first day of P.E..  I
was too young to notice when my oldest brother had P.E., and all I really
remember about my other brother Chad and P.E. was him bringing his gym
clothes home every month or so.  I thought it was like elementary school,
just go out and run around in my jeans and such.
  I didn't even catch on the first day, that was a short day full of rules
and finding classrooms.
  The second day, I joined Edgar - the kid who feared sweating his entire
life, Chuck - the kid who forgot everything in his life, mostly his zipper,
Julio and Jesus - cousins who drifted through school and learned less than
20 words of English, and Kevin - he had been on vacation an extra day, his
parents misjudging the start of school, at not having gym shorts to
participate properly.

I convinced my mother that I needed a few bucks for school and went all the
way to C.R.  Anthony's for the appropriate pair of gym shorts.  I even had
the right t-shirt, the normal hand- me-down from Chad.  I rushed to get
dressed and get outside, it wasn't that I was embarrassed to change in
front of other boys, I had probably been naked in front of more boys than
any other kid there.  I was just in a hurry to get out so I wouldn't get
another load of shit from the coach.  There was something that caught my
eye as I left, I could clearly see underwear stuffed in the baskets with
the other clothes.  I still had mine left on, I got thinking of the boys
running around loose under the nylon gym shorts.  I imagined the feel of
the fabric on their little dicks, I was sure they would bone up like I was
doing then.

We did enough running and exercises for me to lose my boner and made it
safe to get into the shower.  I was all the way in the shower when I
realized it would be prime for looking at other boys' dicks.  But I was
amazed at how well they all hid their stuff.  I saw plenty of butts, little
white tight little butts, but only the slightest glimpses of dick.  Even
when they changed back into their clothes, the motions were quick and
efficient, keeping bent over to hide what they had between their legs.
There was one boy who just didn't seem to mind.  He was late coming out of
the shower and had his towel thrown over his shoulder rather than wrapped
around his waist.  His meat was swinging.

I had about 3 pubes then, wasn't sure what the rest of the boys in the P.E.
class had, but I was sure it wasn't going to surpass what Lance had.  His
pubes were just a shade darker than the golden blond hair on his head.
Sticking out of his bush was about 4 inches of limp, swinging dick.  The
skin on his dick was darker than the rest of what would be hidden under his
swimsuit. He had a great tan that really emphasized the white skin around
his dick.  It impressed me, and I could tell by the stares of my class
mates, there were plenty other impressed.

As Lance passed by, it was then that I realized why those other boys had
stashed their underwear.  Having just showered and dried off with a
borrowed towel, I was about to put on an extremely sweat pair of underwear.
It was the period right before lunch, I had more than half the day yet to
go.  I was about as miserable as I had been up to that time in my life.  I
kept having to rearrange my dick and balls all afternoon to get away from
the sweaty spots.  My socks were just as wet but I handled that by sticking
them in my back pocket and throwing my feet in my schools with no socks.

I was starting to learn though.  The next day, I packed a paper bag with a
real towel, socks and a nice pair of dry underwear.  I even found an old
black comb to take along.  I had long hair then, and combing it with my
fingers really wasn't good enough to impress people with my hygiene.  The
sweaty socks hanging out of my jeans and the damp undies really contributed
to that too.

The rest of the week and into the next, I worked the swapping underwear
pretty good.  It just meant that I had to stash damp underwear in my
regular locker and hope to remember it at the end of the day.  I was
starting to notice more and more the boys wearing jocks.  I hadn't paid any
attention to jock straps before.  I would see them in the wash and in
Chad's underwear drawer but that was about it.  But now I was seeing little
bare butts with straps around them.  As some boys got more used to changing
with other boys, I got to see the jock strap pouches in the front.  Most
were really loose but other were filled out and some bulging.

I really didn't miss many opportunities to look.  I knew some boys who
would take such care to not show anything but there were others who just
didn't mind it as much.  I would stand at the proper angle to see as much
or as many as I could.  I didn't hide that much, but I did rush to change
before my little boner would become to evident.  I got to know the look of
several dicks very well, everyone was familiar with Lance's but I was
memorizing many of the other boys.

We had been playing flag football one morning, it was probably already 95
degrees in early September.  I was glad that I was on the skins team, my
t-shirt was staying dry but my underwear was soaked.  The coach was walking
slowly in and he called me over.  He kept a hand on my shoulder and just
talked about school and silly things until the last of the class had run
by.  Then he began to tell me how important it was to wear proper
equipment.  And a jock strap was extremely important.  It not only held
things safe and snug but was also much more hygienic.  He went into telling
me that I shouldn't be embarrassed in the locker room, even if I was small,
I would grow.  I was about to tell him that I really wasn't that small, yea
but I really was, but he kept talking.  In the end, it would have been much
easier to just come out and tell me to go buy a jock.

Back to Anthony's with more school supply money.  When I looked at the
rack, I was confused.  I figured it out that I didn't want the swimmer
jock, thought about the one with the hard cup but the box had a picture of
a guy in a jock and holding a baseball bat.  All of a sudden, I realized
why all the Astros and Dodgers kept clawing at their crotches during the
game.  The picture of the guy did intrigue me.  There was something about a
guy only in a jock strap stepping up to bat that lodged in my mind.  A
couple of years later, in my yard, I and Chad and a couple of others played
that image out.  The story of me running around in just a jock is yet to
come.

My confusion continued as I tried to figure out what they were measuring
when they labeled the jocks from small to XL.  I was the only one there but
I did blush when I realized it was the waist size and not the size of the
pouch.  Then I knew the size of my Levis, it was printed on the leather
rectangle on the back, but I didn't think about underwear coming in sizes.
I was 17 years old before I ever got a pair of new underwear.  I bought a
package for myself just before the prom, I wanted to have presentable
underwear on so that Mary Jane Cindy Lou, or what ever my prom date's name
was, could take them off after the prom.  Anyway, I did good by picking a
jock that matched my jean size.

The check-out was another little adventure.  The old guy there had to make
a bunch of comments.  He told me how it was a good idea to protect the
family jewels.  He surmised that I needed it for P.E. or football.  He kept
picking up the box and looking at it and leaning over the counter and
looking at the front of my jeans.  I even pushed out my crotch so he could
get a better idea.  He was down to mumbling by the time I got my change,
which ended up being $5 more than I had even given him.  I wasn't going to
hang around and straighten it out.

I had it out of the box long before I got near the house.  It felt very
different than underwear, the way the front made a pouch interested me.  I
got home and had to try it on.  I stripped off my jeans and underwear and
pulled the jock up.  If I pulled it up snug, the waist band was above my
belly button.  I settled on something a little higher than where I wore my
underwear but low enough where I thought would not show up above my shorts.

I liked the airy feeling I had on my butt.  It really felt strange, my
balls and dick all covered up and bare butt just hanging out.  I had to go
check myself out in the mirror in the bathroom.  I hopped up on the edge of
the tub so I could see myself.  Raising my t-shirt wasn't enough and I had
to shed that too.  I loved the way I looked.  The pouch of the jock looked
full, thanks to the boner I was sporting by that time.  I turned my back to
the mirror and admired my butt.  I kept modeling for myself, letting my
hand run along my naked butt, the other hand was filled with my balls and
dick.  I knew I had a great new piece of clothing in my wardrobe.

Before I could leave the bathroom, I had to jack.  I left the jock on and
just pulled my dick out the side, the pouch tucked under my balls.  I was
in power jack mode, the faster the better.  I could cum then, had been for
a while.  I wasn't the biggest dick in school and really only had room for
2 fingers on my dick.  I watched myself in the mirror, really focusing in
on the jock itself.  And I was through it almost no time, twisting around
and squirting a few wet streams of cum onto the bottom of the tub.

I did put my shirt back on but walked around with the jock on the rest of
the evening.  It felt really strange when I pulled my jeans on to go sit
down for dinner.  It had the great advantage of being butt naked and not
having my little dick and balls rubbing on the zipper and denim of my
jeans.  I sat through all of dinner with another boner.  I planned on
jacking again as soon as I finished.  I stopped in my room to drop my jeans
and I thought I would get another look at my butt in the mirror on my
dresser.  I was staring at my butt when Chad did a double take and came
into my room.  He was drawn in by the sight of my little bare hole.

I was rarely embarrassed by anything Chad and I did, or anything that Chad
said.  But I felt a little embarrassed that I got caught looking at myself.
Chad noticed the jock and the box it came in and he said I didn't have to
buy one, he had a bunch.  He asked if I had worn a jock much before and I
told him it was the first time I ever had one on.  Then he asked if I was
going up or down.  I wasn't sure what he meant until he pulled the front of
the jock open and pulled my dick up.  He pulled it so it was pointing up
and he said that is up, then he stuffed his hand back inside the jock and
positioned my dick over my balls and said that was down.  He told me that
different guys do it different ways.  He pulled my dick up again and said
that way it would hold up my balls.  He cupped my balls through the jock
pouch.  He also noticed it was real loose that way, my balls just hanging.
I said that feels like my balls are out too much, it would be too easy to
hit them, just a little too dangerous.

I asked him how he did it.  He agreed that down was good.  He did like up
when it was hot or when he was swimming.  He said he also liked the way his
dick would peek out the top of the jock and shorts.  I doubt it ever did
then, or even now, unless he pulls the top way on down, he just doesn't
have that big a dick to escape.  Chad did a few more tugs and repositioning
of my dick, even showing me how to flop the waist band over so that if I
ever ran out of underwear, I could wear a jock even with low-rider jeans.
Chad had even more advice.

He told me never to try to shit while my jock was still pulled up.  He said
the poop will clear but that I would piss and mess up the jock.  Bless
Chad's heart, that my have been the best advice he ever offered me.

Chad asked me if I was going to sleep in it.  I thought that was a good
idea, I was taking it to school and probably wouldn't have another chance
after that night.  He got tired of me and went in to jack.  He was on the
power side as well, he was moanin' and groanin' immediately and he shot in
less time than the average TV commercial break.  He had really perfected
that timing.  He could get up, run up the hall, whip his dick out and wank
and crank and shoot before his show came back on.

That night, Chad did come into my room after I had gone to bed.  He started
like he usually did, rubbing his hand softly over my belly, flicking his
fingers over my little hard nipples.  He worked quickly to move his hand
over my dick.  His hand would rub my belly less and less as it would rub
more and more on my dick and balls, going inside my undies deeper with
every stroke.  It normally didn't take long for him to start stroking me.
The two years earlier, it was almost a nightly treatment, and my older
brother would even get a few turns.  Chad did that long before I could cum
and then when I was old enough to cum, I wouldn't let him stop until I did
cum.  I would sleep well after a cum like that.

That night, Chad's other hand slid down right behind the pouch.  His
fingers played with my hole and the soft skin of my scrotum.  Chad jacked
me through the pouch as well as his hand inside the jock.  I lasted as long
as I could and then told him to get the sock.  So as not to make a mess,
Chad would usually hold a sock so I could shoot in.  There was normally
socks or undies or shirts laying all over my floor.  Instead, he grabbed
the box the jock came from and stuck it over my dick just as I was starting
to cum.  I thought it was interesting how I could hear my cum hit the
cardboard box, it was pretty loud and I shot more times than I thought.

I took a pair of underwear with me to school the next day, I wore the jock
to school and to P.E..  It was truly a wonderful feeling during the game
and then as I stripped it off to get in the shower.  I did make sure that
coach knew I had a jock on.

>From then on in the locker room, I focused even more on dicks and jocks.
I noticed that some boys really did pull their dicks up and let their jocks
pop back in place.  More and more boys became comfortable changing, some
running around before and after class in just their jocks.  My jock was
great at holding my boner down, I could look and enjoy longer.  There were
many days that year that I would wear the jock to start the day.  I got
really good at taking my gym clothes home on Friday to wash them, it had a
lot to do with the ability to put the jock on first thing in the morning
and wear it to school.

I even got handed down a big handful of Chad's jocks that he had outgrown.
I would wear them as much as I could.  I did buy more with my own money,
although I picked another store to buy them from, so I could avoid the
ancient clerk at Anthony's.  I was wearing a jock on a night that I invited
a friend to sleep over.  He was in a little shock when he saw what I was
wearing.  It did start the conversation though!  By the time we turned out
the lights, Brad was in one of my jocks.

We got talking about P.E. and the way boys wore their jocks.  We compared
notes about our different P.E. classes and it was interesting and funny to
see how much the boys in each class acted, all the hiding, looking,
showering, etc.  I asked him if he has someone like Lance, with a big
swinging dick.  He described two guys like that in his class, best buds.
  Brad told me how they would stand there naked and talk to each other for
a long time.  He said he caught a lot of boys looking.

Brad and I went to sleep in my bed, tight enough that our hands just had to
rub and squeeze each other through the jock pouches.  Brad slept over a lot
that school year, and it was always when we would wear jocks, no matter
what we had on that day.  I also liked wearing the one that he had borrows
from me the night before, I would stay boned up while wearing that.

Chad even got convinced to jacking Brad.  Chad came in late and we were in
bed already.  Both of them were really surprised when hand met dick!  After
the screaming, and laughing, most of the laughing coming from me, it did
get a little more intimate and Chad got Brad to shoot right in his jock.


I wonder if there are guys out there who like my past stories as well as
this one.  I like hearing if you do, at my email sbc_tek@hotmail.com Thanks
and I do hope you enjoyed it.