Date: Fri, 12 Mar 2004 01:00:49 EST
From: GayBoi072@wmconnect.com
Subject: The Winning Jock 

This story is a work of fiction and involves sex and athletics, and if
reading this is illegal in your area or you are underage, please move on
now. Otherwise take your dick in your hand and enjoy.

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The Winning Jock

    My name is Eric and I would like to tell you a story that involves a
unique jockstrap. It lays under glass in the coaches office of the high
school, where I am a junior. I play running back for my high school
football team and in the fall I will be the senior running back. Well I
guess you wanna know some history about the jock.

    The particular jock has been at the school for 20 years. The story
behind it, it was supposed to have been worn by a running back, who wore it
unwashed the four years he attended school. All the time he was there, the
school had never lost a game or championship. At the end of his senior
year, he left his strap behind. And the coach at the time had declared it
to be a lucky jockstrap to be worn by every senior running back since.

     The strap was given to the coming senior at the start of summer break
and was to be worn only when exercising, working-out, mowing the lawn or
during summer practices. There were rules concerning the care of the lucky
strap. It was never to be washed, always put into a zip lock container when
not worn, you always had to wear it for every game, and return it to the
coach at the end of the season.

      Now on with how I end up with the lucky strap.

      I am in total lust with the guy who had the strap before me. His name
is Mike and he stands 6', weighs 193 pounds of solid muscle, black hair,
green eyes and 9 inches of uncut dick hanging between his thighs soft and
as straight as an arrow.

      It was the last day of school, when I heard coach calling my name. I
looked around and he wanted me to follow him to his office. I was wandering
what he might want, and then it hit me, the lucky strap. He pulled it out
from under the glass case and looked at me.

      "Eric, as you know, we at Heartman High, have a tradition. Each
senior running back has to wear the lucky strap, starting with the day he
recieves it."

      "Coach Lubman, I won't let you, the team or the school down. I will
take extra care of this strap."

       "I hope you are right, son. Because of this strap, we have never
lost a game in 20 years. Now strip and put this on."

       I stripped off my clothes and took the strap from him and put it
on. My dick is much smaller than the last guy who wore it, let's just say
I'm 7"soft. I was suprised at how well it conformed to my body, after being
stretched to it's limits by the previous guy who wore it. Just as I was
about to put my jeans back on, the coach stopped me and said that he wanted
to get a picture of me in the jock.

      "What for?"

      "Eric, didn't you see all the pictures next to the jock in the case?"

      "Yeah, I guess I did."

      "Well, you have to be photographed, it's all part of the tradition."

      Coach handed me a football and told me to pose. I struck several and
he took a lot of pictures. My dick started to get hard, just thinking about
all of those other hot guys who sweated, dribbled piss and came in the
strap. Coach noticed it and smiled.

      "Eric, why don't you take that strap off, because I know a way that I
can help you with your problem."

      "What problem?"

      "The one between your legs."

      By this time I was leaking pregoo in the strap. He reached out and
gave my straining cock a quick grope and then gently slipped the strap down
my legs. My hard ten-incher slapped him in the face.

      "You know, Eric, you have the biggest boner on the team."

      "Really, it's bigger than Mike's?"

      "Hell yeah, son. Mike's is the same size hard as he is soft."

      With that, he took my entire meat into his mouth and proceeded to
give me the best blowjob that I had ever recieved. Just as I was on the
brink of cumming, he pulled off of me and stood up.

       "I've got to feel you in my ass."

       He undressed, leaned over his desk and handed me a tube of lube. I
lubed up my bone and stuck it in his pucker. He told me not to go slow and
shove it all the way in. When I heard that, I shoved all the way in as fast
as I could. He was so tight that I knew I wouldn't be able to last long and
I didn't. I shot five or six times up his ass and pulled out.

       "Thanks coach, for helping me out."

       "No, thank you Eric for giving me a hot time."

        Coach smiled and told me to get dressed. I made sure to put the
strap on and then my boxers, before I pulled my jeans on. When I got
dressed, I left and headed for home.

         When I got home, I was greeted at the door by my father.

          "Smells like somebody's got the lucky jock, that I have been
hearing so much about."

          "Yep, dad, coach made me put it on before I left his office."

          "You know, they say that that thing was left behind by the
running back twenty years ago."

          "Yeah, I've heard rumors to that effect, dad."

          "Well, if I'm not mistaken, you will find my initials on the
front of that thing."

          "What are you trying to say dad, that you were the one who left
the strap behind twenty years ago?"

          "Yep, cause, I figured that it would get thrown out."

          I went to my room and took my clothes off to see if dad was
telling the truth. And there on the front of the strap, on the band, were
the initials A.M.. My dad's name is Alex Marshell. I heard a knock on my
door and it was dad wanting to know if I found the initials.

          "Yes, dad, I found them."

          "Do you think I could try the strap on for old time sake? After
all I am still in the shape I was when I first wore it."

          Before I could say a word, he came in, shut the door and took off
his clothes. There in my room was my dad standing naked, as the day he was
born. Let me describe my dad to ya, he stands 6'2" weighs 213 solid muscle,
dark brown hair and hazel eyes. But, what I couldn't take my eyes off of,
was the monster that he had between his legs. There before my eyes was the
largest pecker that I had ever seen in my life and he wasn't close to being
hard yet. Dad caught me staring and started to joke around.

        "What's the matter son, you act like you've never seen another
pecker before."

        "Oh, sorry dad, it's just that I've never seen one so huge. Exactly
how big is it?"

        "I don't really know, why don't you go get a tape measure and we'll
see? But first, I wanna put on my old strap just to see if it still feels
the same after all these years."

        I watched as dad slipped on the strap and carefully tucked his
equipment inside. He went over to the mirror that's on the back of my door
and started to flex and grope himself through the pouch. The next thing I
knew, he grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch.

        "Feel that, son, that's how a man's meat is supposed to be tucked
into one of these things."

       Dad let my hand go and took off the strap and handed it to me. He
told me that he wanted to see me put it on and make sure that I was tucking
myself in right. I put it on and tucked myself in the way I usually did, he
just stood there shaking his head, telling me that I was doing it all
wrong. He walked up behind me, stuck his hands inside the pouch and started
to rearrange me, the way he thought it was supposed to be.

       "Now, son, don't that feel more comfortable?"

       "Hell yeah, dad."

       "Now, how about we go and get that tape measure, so we can see
exactly how big my dick is."

       Dad took off out of my room without bothering to put his clothes
back on and I took off the strap, carefully laid it on my dresser and took
off after him. When I found him, he was out front in the driveway, leaning
over the side of his truck, searching in his toolbelt for his tape
measure. When he found it, he shook his pecker at me and asked if I was
ready to do some measuring. I told him yeah and to get his ass back in the
house before someone sees him.

       "Where do you wanna do it at, dad?"

       "Why not right here in the livingroom, get down on your knees and I
will hand you the tape measure."

       I got down on my knees and he handed me the tape measure. For the
first ime in my life I held another guy's equipment in my hand as I took
hold of dad's big one. I carefully pushed the edge of the tape measure up
against his groin and pulled it down to see what it read. I couldn't
believe my eyes and was speechless.

       "Well, son, what does it say? Don't keep me in suspense."

       "Dad, you're not gonna believe me if I tell you. But, you are
exactly 11.25 inches soft."

        "Well shit, son. I guess I'm fuckin' hung."

        "It sure looks that way, dad."

        "How 'bout we measure it when it's hard."

        "Sure, I would love to know how big it gets."

        Dad started stroking his meat and then looked over at me and asked
if I would help him get it hard. I said sure and asked what he wanted me to
do, he said for me to get on my knees and take him in my mouth and give him
a knobjob. I told him that I had never done it before and I wasn't sure. He
told me not to act like a pussy and give it a try. So, without letting my
dad think I was pussy, I got down on my knees and stuck out my tongue to
get a taste of what he was offering. I found that I actually liked it and
tried to stick as much of him in my mouth as I could, without gagging.
which was about four inches. He told me to bob up and down and to watch my
teeth. Each time I came up I used my tongue to swirl around his head and
soon had him moaning and humping my face.

       "Son, you better stop, if you want to measure me hard."

       I quickly grabbed the tape measure, measured him and went back to
giving my dad head. He didn't last long and soon was blasting six hot loads
of cum down my throat. When he pulled out, he asked me what his measurement
was when he was hard. I told him that he only gained about three quarters
of an inch, to make him twelve. He said that he was going to the bathroom
to clean up. I watched as he left and I went into the kitchen to find a
zaip-loc storage bag to put the sacred jockstrap in. Luckily I found one
and headed to my room to put it in it. After I had placed it with my
workout gear and threw my other straps in the closet, I decided that I was
gonna call coach to tell him, that I know who originally owned the strap.
Just as I sat down and picked up the phone to call him, dad walked back
into the livingroom.

       "Who are you calling?"

       "Coach, why?"

       "You calling him to tell him about the strap?"

       "Yep."

       "Why don't you just tell him that I need to talk to him and have him
come over here this evening for pizza and beer. And why you're at it call
up one of your friends and we can play some cards too."

       "Ok, sure. But, what time do you want them to get over here?"

       "Make it for seven. Because there are somethings I still have to
discuss with you."

       "Sure thing, dad."

       Dad left the room and went to take a nap while I made my phone
calls. First I called coach and told him that dad wanted to talk to him
tonight and asked if he could be here around seven. He said that he would
be glad to talk to my dad and yes he could make it then. Next I called my
best friend and teammate Brandon to come over and he said that he would be
here. Brandon is straight and very popular with all the girls at school.
But being my best friend, I haven't told him I was gay, I don't think he
suspects it. I would never do anything to jeopardize my friendship with
him, because he is just about one of the coolest guys in school. It isn't
like I've never lusted after the guy, who wouldn't. I mean, after all, he
stands 5' 9", weighs a compact 200 and all of that is solid muscle. He has
one of the two best bubble butts in school, the other being mine, and a
nice size package between thighs that could crack a walnut. Not to mention
a killer smile, that could make your heart melt.

       When I got off the phone, I looked at the clock and seen that there
was three hours to go before Brandon and coach got here. I decided that I
would let dad rest for a couple more hours and then get him up, so I headed
to my room to change into the lucky strap and my work out clothes and head
down to the basement. Where dad and I had a built a great gymn. Being the
gymn rat that I am, I worked out the whole two hours and really worked up a
sweat. By the time that I was headed upstairs, dad was headed down to find
me.

       "I knew I would find you down here."

       "You know me dad, always like to work out when I can."

       "Bet you've got on that old high school strap of mine, don't you."

       "Yep, sure do dad. Coach said that we had to wear it when we worked
out."

       "Let's head upstairs, son, so we can talk."

       I watched as dad climbed the stairs and followed him. He called the
pizza place, ordered our pizza and we sat down in the livingroom to talk.

       "You know son, I did more in that jock than just wear it for
football and to work out in."

        "Really, like what."

        "Well, for starters, I would wear it everyday under my
underwear. And at night, when I would jack-off, I would used it for a cum
rag."

         "Well, I could see where it would make a good spooge rag, coach
never said that we couldn't use it for that and I guess a lot of guys have
probably done it."

         "Are you gonna be like your old man and wear it everyday?"

         "Sure am, dad. Are you gonna ask for it back?"

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Part 2 coming soon


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