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Subject: Jockboy Adventures – Rocky chapter 15 Been sitting on this one for a while, planning to add more to it. But it feels like it’s at a natural stopping point, so I might as well get it posted to you guys. I’ve gotten a lot more inspiration lately, but not much time to write. Hoping to crank out some more chapters soon. Jockboy Adventures – Rocky Chapter 15 Our jocks had still been soaking wet from getting caught in the rain, so Erik gave me one of his. I could have used my own cup, but he’d handed me the jock with his cup already in it, so I just took everything. It was an older worn Duke that had started white but was now more like beige. “Here you go, lil bro, I knew I was holding onto this for a reason. I think it’s a teen XL,” he said looking at where the tag had been before it wore off, “so that should probably work. It’s the jock I wore for most of my time as a puckboy.” “So you can imagine how much puckboy nutt has been shot in there,” Jay laughed as he handed a similarly-aged jock and cup of his own over to Zach. “For real man. Go ahead buddy, take a whiff of it,” Erik said. I slowly raised it up to my face. “Yeahhh breathe in that joxygen. Good, right? No shame in it lil bro, it smells amazing,” he continued, grabbing it back from me and taking a deep huff of it himself. “Feel free to add your own though, if you get recharged,” he added with a wink. I was ready to put on Erik’s old jock immediately, but everyone else got dressed to go to the rink commando, so I tossed it in my bag and joined them, freeballing in my sweats. When we got in the locker room there were already a lot of guys there, including Dad and Paul. Zach and I each went to our Dads to say hi and fill them in on our day. Dad already had his shirt off, and he grabbed me and put me in something between a headlock and a hug saying “Hey buddy, how was your day?” I took a deep smell of his armpit before filling him in, and was a little disappointed that it just smelled like his Old Spice deodorant. Dad took off his shoes and jeans while I told him how our lacrosse session had gotten rained out. “And our jocks got all wet, so Erik gave me one of his old jocks to wear tonight,” I said with a huge grin. I tugged off my own shirt and sat down next to him on the bench to take off my sneakers. Dad leaned over close to me and said quietly in my ear, “Damn son, you reek of cum. Guess I know how you boys spent the rainy afternoon.” I blushed and stuttered, not sure how to respond, before Dad continued. “Did you have fun?” I nodded. “Yeah, I bet.” I found my voice. “Jay told us about how you hosed him down once when he was a puckboy.” Dad looked at me somewhat blankly. “When he was on the crapper, and you were at the urinal?” “Oh right! Haha I remember that. I really soaked him,” Dad said loudly with a laugh. I noticed Jay, Erik, and Zach all glance over with narrowed eyes. They could probably guess what we were talking about. “Yeah…it sounded pretty awesome. So the guys basically did the same for me,” I confessed. “Nice. You keep getting covered in mansauce and you’ll be as furry as Paul in no time. And by the end of the game, it’s gonna make your pads smell real nice, sport,” Dad said slyly. “I hope so,” I said. “But hearing Jay tell about it…it sounded really awesome. Would you do that to me, Dad?” “Buddy!” Dad exclaimed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders again. “Definitely, son. I’d love to. So glad you asked. You can ask me anything, you know. No secrets between us guys, nothing to be ashamed of.” I leaned my head into him, relieved and just wanting to be close to him. I felt his chest hair brush my cheek as I turned my head to look up at him and ask, “Now?” “Ohhhh…damn, sorry sport. I don’t think now is exactly the right time – awful lot of guys around already, and I’m not sure we want the entire team to watch. (Cause you know they would.) Plus, uh….I don’t exactly have a full tank at the moment,” Dad said as he grabbed his nuts through his tighty whities. “You mom and I took advantage of the afternoon with you out of the house,” he said with a smirk and a chuckle. “Ugh, Dad izmit sınırsız escort bayan – ” I started to groan at the thought, but then came to my senses. If Dad and I were gonna be buddies like this, that meant telling each other about sexual conquests without shame, and being happy for each other. So I shrugged, offered a fist bump, and said, “Nice.” “We can do that soon though sport, don’t worry,” Dad offered. “Okay, awesome Dad,” I grinned. “In the meantime, I still gotta go poop. All that McDonalds food.” I started to get up from the bench. “Haha, I know that feeling. Hey!” Dad said as he pulled me back to the bench and whispered in my ear: “Even if I can’t spray you down today, you should still drop your pants here and walk through the locker room to take a dump naked. Be naked around the guys as much as possible. Show off how you’re maturing, and you should be proud.” “Dad…of COURSE I was gonna get naked first,” I said with a mischievous smile as I stood up and dropped my sweatpants to reveal I was commando and semi hard. “Freeballing?!” Dad yelled, getting everyone’s attention. “Attaboy!” he hollered as he smacked my ass cheek. The whole team was still laughing as I picked my way through their gear bags, butt naked, semi and sack swinging, to get to the bathroom. I playfully dodged ass swats from a few of the other guys as well. Tim was taking a dump in the first stall so I had to walk past him to get to the second. He had a t-shirt on and jeans around his ankles, and looked up at me as I walked by. I said “Hey Tim,” and he just looked me in the eye and farted. We both laughed and I said, “Nice.” As I settled onto the can and started, Tim was finishing up. He started ripping toilet paper and wiping. I was having one of those really amazing dumps. Tim pulled up his drawers and flushed as Dad came around the corner. “Wow Timmy you’re overdressed for the locker room aren’t ya?” Dad said as he sauntered past him, now naked himself. “Haha, didn’t have time to strip down. I was racing to get on that bowl in time,” Tim laughed. “Don’t worry though, your boy is taking right after you, destroying this bathroom buck naked,” he said and we all laughed. “Attaboy! Again!” Dad said as he reached into the doorless stall to tousle my hair as I sat on the shitter. He stepped up to the trough right in front of me as Tim left the bathroom area. I had a perfect view of his manly body in profile as he took a long piss. His hairy chest, stomach, ass, muscular arms and legs, dad cock hanging heavy over his big full nuts. He glanced over, and watched me watching him. “Yeah son. I’m so proud of you, how you’re taking to all of this locker room stuff, growing up and becoming a real man yourself.” “Thanks Dad. Thanks for bringing me into this. I’m really happy to be a part of it,” I said. “Yeah, it looks like it.” Dad nodded at me and I noticed that my teen cock was pointing straight up. I just smiled and shrugged, loving that Dad and I could be naked together, and I could get hard and it would be fine. He shook off his cock and turned toward me, no longer fully soft himself. “Yup, that’s right where Jay was way back when…soon Rock. Soon,” Dad said with another pat on the head. “You better wipe good, don’t wanna leave any stains on Erik’s jock!” he said as he walked out. My dick calmed down as I finished and wiped, but I had a hard time believing Erik’s jock could get any more stained than it already was. I walked back out to my stuff. I took Erik’s jock out of my bag and gave it a good look. It was well worn and stained with sweat. The inside of the cup pocket had some piss stains and a few unmistakeable jizz stains. “Looks like quite a masterpiece,” Dad said, looking into it over my shoulder. “Yeah,” I said in awe. “Bet your equipment’s gonna feel great in there all night,” Dad went on. “Yeahhh,” I repeated, getting excited again. “Well let’s see how it fits,” Dad said. I stepped into it and pulled it up. My teen cock continued to chub up once it touched the fabric of Erik’s jock. “Looks pretty good to me,” Dad said with a grin. “Go show evinde görüşen escort Erik, see what he thinks.” “Should I?” I double checked to make sure he was serious. “Yeah, definitely,” Dad said earnestly. I walked across the changing room wearing just the jock. Erik was standing buck naked with his hands on his hips, but he looked up from his gear back and smiled as he saw me come over. “Damn lil bro, looks like it fits your perfect!” Erik said as he patted my shoulder. “How’s it feel? It gonna work?” He asked as he wrapped his knuckles on the cup, sending vibrations into my balls and hardening dick. “Yeah man I think so. Thanks again for letting me wear it,” I said. “Sure thing buddy, happy to,” Erik said as he pulled me into a bit of a headlock and tousled my hair. He managed to get his pit right in my face – that must have been on purpose. “Did you get another good whiff of it yet? It’ll smell even better once your body heat warms it up” he whispered into my ear. I shook my head no when he released me, and he just winked. After close contact with Erik and his pit, my boner was pushing the cup away from my balls, and it looked like Erik was sporting a bit of a chub himself. “All right, we better get dressed for this fuckin game, huh? I should take a leak though before I get all suited up. You coming?” he said to me with a slap on the ass as he walked by. “Uh…” I had just pissed while I was taking a dump, but I wasn’t going to refuse. “Sure.” I followed Erik’s meaty hockey butt back to the bathroom. He squared up at the trough and gestured for me to head back to the stall. “Can’t believe you haven’t gotten your face in that jock yet, bro. If you like my pits, that’s gonna send you. Go for it buddy, get that good joxygen.” I stood in front of the toilet and took off Erik’s jock. My cock sprang out, almost fully hard. I brought the jock covered cup up to my face and covered my nose and mouth with it. I breathed deep and the scent hit me hard. He was right, now that I had worn it and warmed it up, it smelled even more amazing than before. The smell of old fabric, the general muskiness of locker rooms and gear bags, a little bit of piss, maybe some cum too, and then the particular scent of sweaty balls. My dick got fully hard, pointing up at a 45 degree angle. “Yeahhh bro. I knew you’d like it,” Erik said. “Damn, guess I’m not gonna be able to piss right away,” he added, looking down at his cock which was now sticking straight out. “And tonight you get to add your ballscent to it, lil bro. Better get a couple more sniffs and then let your cock calm down so you can actually wear it though buddy. Getting close to game time.” Erik was right. I reluctantly took the jock away from my face, watched Erik squeeze out a few drops of piss and then the flood gates opened. His dick deflated as he took a long piss into the trough. Watching him piss didn’t help my dick get any softer though. So I waited a few minutes after he left and eventually I could get it pointed down back into my cup. “You were gone awhile,” Dad said, now fully dressed for the game, when I came back. “Did you blow a load in the john?” “No…I wish,” I said with a laugh. “I was just giving Erik’s jock a more thorough examination.” “Ohh I see,” Dad said. “Yeah. Another man’s jockstrap is always worthy of inspection. It’s held the most important parts of him, his manhood. You can learn a lot about a guy from his jock. Glad you appreciate them as much as I do, son. And that one is a beaut. Bet it’s got a nice scent to it. And it’ll be even better after you wear it all game. Now come on, enough parading around in it and actually get dressed!” I laughed and scrambled to suit up as quick as I could. The game was pretty standard except as I got hot and sweaty I could smell the jizz that was all over me, and it started to feel a little more slippery than usual under my pads. I loved that they were soaking up all the jockjuice of Jay, Erik, and Zach – and of course my own, too. Between periods, all three of those guys came over next to me to take a breath and remark on how kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan strong the smell of jizz was on me. It kept me chubbed the whole game. After the game, most of the guys were already naked and celebrating by the time Zach and I finished our duties and got to the locker room. Some guys were in the showers already, while others were drinking beers in their jocks. Some were totally naked, balls and cocks hanging off the front of the benches they sat their bare sweaty asses on. Zach and I hurried to strip down and join them. As I took off my shoulder pads, Erik sauntered over naked, beer in hand. “How’re those pads doing buddy?” “Haha, they feel great,” I said with a grin. I took a big inhale and added, “And they smell great too.” “Yeah? Let’s see,” Erik leaned over them to smell for himself. “Yeah, you’re not kidding. Nice nut scent. But they smell like you’re stinking them up pretty good all on your own too, lil bro.” Zach sniffed his own pads, and then leaned over to smell mine. “Yours definitely smell like jizz,” he said with a mischievous giggle, “but they smell like sweaty dude too. Like mine, kinda, but different too.” I sniffed both our sets of shoulder pads. “Yeah…hell yeah.” Zach and I fist bumped. “You’re gonna be at full man stink before we know it,” Erik grinned. “Bet my jock’s never gonna be the same!” he laughed as he walked back to his bag. “How was wearing Jay’s jock?” I asked Zach. “Awesome. Kept getting chubbed though every time I thought about it. I love wearing another guy’s jock,” Zach said. “Yeah, me too,” I agreed. “Especially older guys. But…everybody is older than me, so… haha.” We were now both standing in our borrowed jocks. “We should probably give them back…” Zach said sadly as he tugged Jay’s jock down. It looked like he was sporting at least a semi chub. I nodded, stripped off Erik’s jock, and revealed my own teen dick in a similar state. Zach thrust the jock covered cup in my face and said, “How is it?” I breathed deep and my cock went fully hard. It smelled like Zach’s balls, but also deeper, richer, older. “So good…” I moaned when he lowered it from my face. “You wanna check out mine?” “Of course, bro, lay it on me,” Zach answered eagerly. If anyone on the team noticed the two puckboys standing naked in the corner, fully hard and sniffing each others’ jocks, they didn’t make a big deal about it. “Damn….” Zach sighed. I followed Zach across the dressing room to where Jay and Erik were finishing their beers, my boner following Zach’s meaty teen hockey butt. “Making your returns boys?” Jay asked. “How’d they work for you?” “Good!” Zach answered. “Real good!” I agreed. “Yeah? Nice. And I bet those pads of yours will never be the same again, eh? After soaking up all our jizz,” Jay added with a wink. Erik examined his jock I’d just handed back. “Nice work, little bro. But hold up – you’re not trying to return this to me empty, are you?” I was confused, but Erik was smirking, so I was also a little excited. “…huh?” “Jay, did Zach leave you anything or was he gonna give you back an empty cup too?” Erik playfully asked. “Nope, nothing here,” Jay answered in mock anger. “Boys, boys, boys..mon courtesy says that if you borrow a guy’s jock, you return it with a fresh load of jizz in it. Can’t believe your Dads didn’t teach you that,” Erik said. “Oh wow, I’m so sorry,” I played along with a twinkle in my eye. “Here, let me fix that,” I said as I started to stroke my dick. Zach and I sat on the bench in the corner with Ray and Erik standing in front of us. It seemed like most guys were in the showers or had already left. But honestly, I don’t think anyone would have cared if they saw. “Come on boys, let’s see how much spooge you made during the game,” Jay cheered us on. We had both already been hard, so it wasn’t long before we were scooting to the edge of the bench and shooting our loads into Jay’s and Erik’s well used jocks. “There we go…now we can take them back,” Erik said as he tucked his jock – now soaked in my sweat and cum – into his gear bag. “Let’s hit the showers, boys,” Jay said. He led the way and we all followed. I fell asleep in the car on the way home, exhausted. I didn’t even remember waking up to go into the house. Hit me up with feedback or ideas, or your own locker room experiences – hoo And remember – depends on donations, so if you like reading here, contribute if you can at fty/

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