Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2004 13:21:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: boyskin82000@yahoo.com
Subject: my son's first jockstrap

This story is entirely fictional and a fantasy of mine.
Email author at boyskin82000@yahoo.com if you have comments.

     This story is about when I bought my son his first
jockstrap during the summer before his 7th grade.  The
school sent a letter listing what clothes boys would need
for gym class and I noticed that Bobby didn't have a
jockstrap yet.  I had noticed that my son was hitting
puberty recently and he had grown a bit as he hit 13 years
old.  Bobby is the only child from my second marriage after
I divorced from my first wife.  I turned 50 earlier this
summer and Bobby had turned 13 in June.  It was the heat of
July and I planned a trip to Wal-Mart and a sporting goods
store with my son when my wife went to visit her mother.
She always spent 2 weeks every summer with her mother in
California leaving me quality time with my son here in
Texas.  I told Bobby that he should be ready to go shopping
for school on Saturday after she left.  He seemed a bit
indifferent about it, after all shopping was usually boring.
     After my wife left for the airport, I called Bobby down
and told him that when we went shopping we would be buying
him a jockstrap.  He seemed a bit puzzled and I explained
that he needed an athletic supporter for gym class and why.
He perked up significantly when I told him it was like
underwear but was better at supporting his testicles and
penis.  He was suddenly much more interested in shopping as
he and I went through his clothes identifying what he would
need.  I noticed that his white briefs (mainly fruit of the
looms) were looking a bit thin and old and mentioned that we
would buy him underpants as well.  He screwed up his face a
bit and told me that the kids called it underwear or briefs.
I added that when I was a kid we called them tightey-whities
which caused him to giggle and his ears turned reddish.  I
casually adjusted myself and noticed his eyes slip down
quickly to check me out.  I knew that Bobby had been
sneaking glances as my crotch and made a mental note of it.
I took a quick physical inventory of my son.  Bobby was 5'6,
115 pounds, with pale blue eyes and short, neatly combed
brown hair.  He had skinny arms and legs and looked a lot
like me at his age.  I'm 6'3, 200 pounds with a salt and
pepper moustache and short hair.  I wear glasses and my
hairline is starting to recede.  I used to be quite skinny
as a boy, but middle age has caught up with me and I'm
showing just the start of a paunch.  Not bad for 50 and my
wife who is 16 years younger than me still likes me in bed.
I fuck her pussy at least 3 times a week and my stamina has
increased with age.  I can usually make her cum while
fucking, although I occasionally use my tongue to drive her
crazy.  We often wait until well after my son has gone to
bed because she is very vocal and often cries out loudly
when she climaxes.  I assume our son has heard us, but he's
at that age that he'll understand soon enough.
     Saturday rolled around and we piled into my pickup and
we drove to town.  We went to a sporting goods store first
and Bobby was very excited to check out the sports gear.  I
let him look for awhile and then took him over to the
jockstrap shelf.  There were a couple brands and I noticed
him staring at all the unfamiliar gear.  I took down a
popular brand and slowly read the box to find the correct
size for my son's narrow waist.  I chose the boy's small
size since Bobby is very skinny and then also threw in a
boy's medium as he would grow quickly.  As I handed the box
to Bobby, I saw that he had a discernible bulge in the front
of his cotton shorts.  Damn, he got an erection just looking
at jockstraps.  Great to be 13!  I then took a boy's
jockstrap down that came with a cup that went in a pouch in
the front of the jock.  I told him he might need it for
baseball or football although it was clear Bobby had no idea
what a cup was.  I selected a men's large for myself and
winked at Bobby and told him that I probably needed a new
one too.  We paid for the jocks and headed for the truck.
Bobby seemed relieved as we drove to Wal-Mart for clothes.
He also seemed to have lost the bulge in his shorts, which
came as a disappointment to me.  This shocked me when I
realized that I had been thinking about my son's erection.
Why did I think about that?  I looked at him at a stoplight
and realized how cute my son was and I felt a real stir in
my own briefs as I came to the conclusion that he aroused
me.  I drove the thought out of me head as we went in the
store.
     We bought a lot of school supplies like pencils, pens,
paper, notebooks, and a new backpack for his books.  Then, I
steered us to the clothing area and we picked up some new
jeans, shirts, belt, and a ball cap.  I then took Bobby over
and got new white socks and strolled up the underwear aisle.
I stopped at the fruit of the loom briefs and told him to
get his size and he picked up the briefs packages with a bit
of an embarrassed look as an older woman was also there
picking up briefs for her husband.  I grabbed a package of
fruit of the looms and threw them in the cart.  I happened
to notice that right next to the briefs was a display of
bikini briefs in bright colors.  I looked at Bobby and then
back at the bikini briefs.  I reached over and grabbed a
package of 6 in his size and asked him if he wanted any of
these other kind.  He said no and blushed a deep crimson.  I
said I thought they looked nice and would be comfortable.
Bobby thought for a second and then said he would wear them
if I would wear them too!  I admire his quick thinking and I
grabbed a package of bikini briefs in my size, but more
subdued colors.
     We drove back to our house on the farm and I told Bobby
to take the clothes and supplies up to his room to unpack.
I followed behind him after taking a leak.  When I got to
his room, Bobby had just finished packing his school
supplies in the backpack and was taking the clothes out of
the sacks.  I told him that I wanted to show him how to put
on a jockstrap as I had been confused when I was a boy.  My
dad would never have showed me how, so I was determined to
help my son.  I also knew that part of my mind wanted to
check on his progress with puberty too.  I told Bobby to
strip naked and I'd take the jockstraps out.  He hesitated a
second and then kicked off his sneakers and socks.  Then
came his tee shirt and he revealed his pale white smooth
skin.  He then slipped his cotton shorts off and was left
standing there in his white fruit of the loom briefs.  I was
a bit surprised to see the bulge of the tip of his penis in
the white cotton and what looked like a good sized set of
balls snugly held by the underpants.  Bobby put his thumbs
in the elastic blue and white waistband and shucked his
briefs to his ankles and stepped out of them as I took the
small jockstrap out of the box.
     When I looked up I was face to groin with my son.  He
had a nice strip of short brown pubic hair over his penis on
an otherwise hairless belly.  I quickly noticed his short,
thick shaft and the pronounced mushroom knob covered with a
thick wrinkled pucker of foreskin.  It looked like a small
version of my own penis and I was very proud for a moment.
I tilted my head and took in the beautiful sight of his
large hairless balls.  They were large for a 13 year old boy
and I knew he had my genes.  I handed him the jock and told
him how to line it up and put his legs through the straps.
He did so awkwardly and I helped him straighten the
waistband and smooth the straps out.  I surprised myself
with how easy I touched him and how Bobby didn't object at
all.  He seemed to enjoy it.  I took a chance and gave a
quick feel to his scrotum and checked to see if his penis
was tucked properly over his balls and straight out, rather
than curved to the side or up or down.  He had done it
perfectly and I congratulated him and left my hands on his
hips.  I was very pleased when I saw his penis growing to a
firm erection inside the white jockstrap.  Bobby suddenly
turned bashful as his teenage boner sprung to life.  I told
him to sit next to me and we could talk.
     We spent the next several minutes with me explaining
about erections, hardons, or boners and how every boy and
man go them and they were great.  We talked for almost an
hour about men and women and all about sex.  Bobby was very
interested in his own equipment which I thought was very
normal.  I asked him if he would mind me checking him out
and seeing how he was doing down there.  Bobby stood up and
peeled down the jockstrap and my own cock began to swell to
life inside my jeans and briefs.  He was gorgeous.  Bobby's
penis jutted straight out in an intensely hard erection that
only teen boys can get.  His angry purplish colored knob had
pushed through the thick fold of foreskin and had just a
hint of precum in the slit.  Bobby's foreskin had bunched up
in a thick wad behind his knob just like mine still did.
His young balls had pulled up tightly in his smooth scrotum.
I told Bobby it was just great and that he had about 5 and a half
inches of cock which was very good for a boy his age.  He
then asked how big mine was and I blushed.  I told him I
didn't know for sure which was a lie, but we needed to get
on with trying on the rest of his clothes before dinner.  I
took out the jock and cup but we had a problem.  Bobby was
still hard as concrete.  I asked if he could relax and let
it soften, but clearly this wasn't an option.
     I dove in with both feet.  I asked Bobby if he wanted
to masturbate and orgasm so his dick would shrink up and we
could try on the jock and cup and the bikini briefs.  Bobby
looked real nervous but I told him it was okay and that he
should do it in the sink in the bathroom.  Bobby gave me a
sneaky smile and said he would if I would.  My heart skipped
a beat and I knew he had me.  I knew I would say yes and
felt my penis surge again in my briefs.  I told Bobby yes
and he and I went to the bathroom.  I took off my shirt and
tee shirt and unbuckled my blue jeans and let them drop to
my ankles.  I stood there next to Bobby who had started
stroking his erection slowly.  I was momentarily mesmerized
by the sight of his small hand stroking the thick collar of
foreskin over his knob and then back.  Bobby's cock barely
was level with the sink and I told him he would have to
stand on his toes when he spurted his sperm.  Bobby giggled
as he kept stroking and stared at the bulge in my jockey
shorts.  I pulled my waistband down under my scrotum and
Bobby gasped loudly and stopped stroking his boy boner.  My
son's eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he gawked at my
daddy erection.  My erection darted out over the sink as my
cock filled with pounding jets of blood.  I am fairly well
hung if I may say so.  My cock is very thick and my hand
just encircles my girth.  My mushroom is just a bit wider
than my shaft and my thick folds of foreskin peeled back
until my knob jutted out and a long streamer of precum
swayed from the end of my cock.  Bobby sputtered about how
big it was and then his left hand snuck in and grasped one
of my balls.  I was amazed at how Bobby seemed so
comfortable groping my balls.  I have bull balls to say the
least.  My balls are very large and heavy, although lightly
haired with brown and gray hairs.  I let my scrotum hang
down into the sink and the musty smell of man filled the
bathroom.  I took hold of my hardon and gave it a few
strokes until it was at its full 7.75 inches hard.
Precum flowed freely as I stroked it and Bobby kept grabbing
it and using it as lube.  The sounds of wet skin being
jerked filled the small bathroom as I stared blatantly at
Bobby's young boner being flogged by his little hand.
     I kept up a steady stroke watching Bobby stroke his
smaller version of his dad's cock; the one that planted him
inside his mother's womb.  I sensed Bobby jerking his hips
forward against the sink and he cried out with a strangled
yelp and shot thin spurts of white sperm down into the sink.
This put me over the edge and I began to moan loudly as I
always do when I orgasm.  I pounded my cock furiously as my
balls bounced against the sink edge and my groin tightened
significantly as I felt my cum tense up in my shaft.  I
clutched my son's shoulder firmly and my hips jerked forward
as my climax arrived.  I looked down to see my knob emerge
fully from my fleshy covering and the slit opened wide and
the first thick rope of white cum splattered out all the way
onto the water faucet knobs.  The rest of my heavy streamers
of cum plopped into the sink on top of my son's cum.  After
the seventh shot, my cum slowed to hanging, oozing strands
of sticky white cum on my fingers and inside my foreskin.
My breath came in pants as my body shudder in the afterward
of my orgasm.  Bobby still stared wide eyed as my cock began
to shrink slowly as I caught my breath.  His boy cock had
deflated and was flaccid over his now relaxed scrotum.   A
little of his boy cum was still clinging to the slit.  Bobby
reached out with his hand and swirled my cum and his
together in the sink.  He chattered excitedly about how big
my cock was and how my balls were neat and how much stuff I
had shot out.
     I grinned and congratulated him on such a good cum and
how great it was for me too.  We cleaned up with washrags
and dried off.  I took off my pants and briefs and sat on
the edge of the bed as Bobby put the jockstrap on quickly.
I handed him the cup and he got it in the pouch with a
little prompting from me.   Bobby said it felt funny against
his penis and I said that was normal and he could say dick
or cock in front of me, but not his mother.  We both laughed
at that as my wife doesn't like dirty language (although she
loves to fuck which is ironic).  I told him the cup would
protect him from getting hit with a baseball or knee during
sports.  He said he didn't see why it was such a big deal.
I asked if he had ever been hit in the balls and he said no.
Bobby said he wrestled with his friends and he never thought
about getting hit there and said it couldn't be any worse
than getting hit anywhere else and I bust out laughing.  I
asked if he wanted to feel what it felt like so he would
appreciate the cup.  He looked a bit nervous, but his
bravery overrode his brains and he said he was tougher than
his friends and he could take it.  I told him he couldn't
and we shouldn't.  Bobby grinned at me and said I was a
chicken.  I told him that he asked for it and had him take
off the jock and cup.  He quickly stripped it off and
pranced a bit in front of me teasing me saying I wasn't
going to really hurt him, which of course I wouldn't.
     After a minute of this I told him to hold still and
told him to close his eyes.  He did so with a rather smug
little smile on his face.  I waited about a minute until he
seemed a bit relaxed, but still grinning.  I made a soft
fist and aimed just below and to the right of his soft cock
sitting over his scrotum.  I picked his left testicle and
gave it a sharp solid punch that felt weird.  I felt the
boy's testicle crunch against his body and Bobby's eyes
snapped open and he exhaled loudly and he let out a loud cry
and he crumpled to the floor clutching at his balls.  I
grinned a bit, but felt sorry for him too.  He asked for it
and some lessons have to be learned the hard way.  I knelt
down and helped him to his knees.  Tears swelled in his
eyes, but he was trying to regain his composure.  I checked
his balls, but I hadn't hit him hard enough to cause
swelling, just hard enough to get his attention.  When the
sick feeling had left him, he agreed that his balls were
sensitive and a cup was a good idea after all!  I told him
that if he wanted he could hit me in the balls as pay back.
He perked up at the idea and I immediately wondered why I
just offered my son a free punch to my balls.  I stood up
and crossed my arms and closed my eyes.  I waited a bit and
flinched when I heard Bobby's voice.  He said that my dick
was in the way, so I reached down and lifted my 4.5 inch
limp penis up against my groin and WHAM!  I was busy pulling
up my penis and had no idea Bobby had reared back and
delivered a punch to my balls from underneath.  Sharp pain
shot up through my groin from his small fist and I got a bit
nauseous.  Damn, didn't think Bobby could hit that hard for
13 years old.  I rested on my knees as my balls pulled up
tight in my scrotum for a few minutes.  Bobby gloated a bit
and laughed at my discomfort which was okay.
     I told him we better quit fooling around and get ready
for dinner.  I told Bobby to put on the new bikini briefs
and he could wear them around the house the rest of the
evening.  Bobby tore into the package and selected a pair of
yellow bikini briefs which he slipped on and the underpants
perfectly outlined his short, thick intact penis over his
plump, and slightly sore, testicles.  I opened my package
and took out a pair of black bikini briefs and put them on.
The briefs were very snug and gave me good ball support and
my cock laid over to one side.