Jesse & Randy Looking Back / Fluffy And The Jockstrap

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Jesse & Randy Looking Back
Fluffy And The Jockstrap
By
PJ Franklin <pjfranklinboy2@earthlink.net>
Sidekick <sidekickboy1972@gmail.com>

Because I fell in with the McKensies during the summer months after my junior high school years in Pasadena, California I would never know what high school might have been like for me back out there. Instead, I entered Burwell High School in Nebraska with Jesse that fall as a ninth grader, a freshman. Jesse was a tenth grader, a sophomore.

Burwell High School was very small compared to what schools were in Southern California. My whole ninth grade had only thirty girls and boys in it; but because I wasn't from around there, it still seemed a bit rough going to get to know everyone that is until that fight that I had with Tommy King in the school parking lot.

After that everyone in the school knew me or knew of me and it certainly didn't hurt that I got lucky when my jab broke Tommy's nose. I even got me a reputation as a fighter causing most of the juniors and even some of the senior boys to at least steer clear of me. The funniest one though was that somebody started a rumor that I had been involved with a violent gang in California. What a laugh, but in any case I no longer was thought of as the weak city boy from California and as Jesse would say later, "you came to Nebraska and grew a spine."

I clearly recall my first day at Burwell High buying my gym suit. You got a roll of clothing that included sweats, a T-shirt and gym shorts and of course, a jock-strap. Everything but the jock-strap were in the team colors and imprinted with the school name. We were required to take our gym suits home with us once a week for laundering so that's what we did.

We rushed in from the school bus that particular Friday afternoon, threw our stuff in our bedroom and changed to work clothes and work boots. While Pa had cut back our chores on account of school starting, the one thing we could never dish off was taking care of our horses. That included cleaning out their stalls, grooming them and exercising them during the winter when weather permitted.

"Hurry up Wolcott! Don't dilly-dally with that pitchfork," Jesse said as we were cleaning out the stalls, "I've got something special planned after supper."

"Rushing to finish my work won't hurry up Ma. Maybe you ought to tell her to hurry up supper," I suggested excitedly.

"You getting' a sassy mouth on you boy. I think I'll have to adjust that attitude some after supper, maybe even stick something in that mouth to shut it up," he smirked.

"You got me shakin' in my boots. Maybe I just might like what you're gonna stick in my mouth," I replied thinking the obvious.

"No, I don't think you will. Not this time," he held his ground.

"What you gonna do?" I asked my mind starting to wonder what he meant if it wasn't what I thought already.

"No fair telling Wolcott, that takes all the fun out of a surprise," he teased.

Now most boys like surprises, I do; but I wasn't so sure about this one. Jesse just shut up for the rest of the afternoon and no matter what I tried, I couldn't get him to drop a hint about his plans. Just before we sat down for supper he whispered in my ear,

"After we eat, you run upstairs and strip naked and put on your jockstrap."

It was like a light bulb went off in my head. I suddenly thought of what Jesse might have in mind for me if it concerned a jockstrap and became instantly nervous in one way and turned-on in another so much so I quickly had to take my seat to hide my hard-on.

Then all through dinner Jesse teased me with knowing grins as I squirmed in my seat, my tightened up Wranglers sometimes feeling right at the bursting point. Worse, I could barely concentrate on what Ma and Pa were talking about because I was worried over what Jesse might have in mind.

"Randy, you haven't said two words this whole meal. You feeling alright?"

"Yes, Ma. Just thinking about the homework I have to do tonight," I said trying to refocus.

"That's right Ma, remember Randy's gonna be helping me with mine also," Jesse added and started to look at me funny.

"Now no cheating you guys," Pa said. "You can help him study, Randy, but when it comes to writing book reports and stuff Jesse has to do the work."

"Yes Pa." I replied looking with pride and love at the big man, but my eyes still flirting at Jesse's questioning looks.

The rest of the dinner conversation was about school including study tips, the football team and stuff like that. I was expected to listen and participate and in doing so I finally lost my boner and for a time forgot about what surprise Jesse might have for me afterwards.

Finally though supper was done, the dishes washed and dried, and we were dismissed to go to our room to do our "homework."

Jesse stayed behind to ask Pa about something or other concerning the horses, and I ran up stairs, stripped buck naked and opened the roll of soiled gym clothing I had brought home with me. There was my Bike #10 jockstrap still looking pretty new. It was kind of that off white color they come in with one red horizontal stripe.

I knew I didn't have time to do anything but do as Jesse told me so I stood in front of the full length door mirror to put the jock on. I couldn't help but flex my muscles a little. My arms had definitely grown and my chest looked thicker. My cock was up hard again and I could actually see it twitch a bit with my heart-beat. I slowly stepped into the jock and pulled it up. The pouch did nothing to hide my boner, In fact the bulging pouch looked down right obscene.

I turned around and looked over my shoulder at my ass, framed perfectly by the leg straps. I bent over at the waist and got down like a football center to get a different angle on it, when the door opened and there stood Jesse.

"My, my. What have we here? Looks to me like one sassy boy with his ass all gift wrapped for me," Jesse grabbed the elastic leg straps pulled them out and let them snap back.

"Ouch!" I yelped, but wiggled my ass suggestively at Jesse and straightened my knees to put it up there for him, "Why don't you put yours on too?"

"That's the plan, but you stay bent over like that so I can get a good look at that butt. Wish I could have a picture of your ass on the wall. It is one fine piece of art," he complimented me.

I did as he asked but also looked over my shoulder and watched as Jesse stripped himself naked. He never took his eyes off my ass.

"You know," he said, "looking at that perfectly framed ass just gets my palm to itchin' " Jesse said and proceeded to unroll his gym clothes and put on his jock-strap.

"Why does yours have two stripes and I only have one stripe on my jock?" I asked having never really looked at one that closely before.

"That's because you're a private and I'm a sergeant in this man's army," he quipped over my head.

"Huh?"

"Nevermind silly," and he walked up behind me and started rubbing on my ass.

"Now get down on your hands and knees and take the strain off. One stripe means it is a small, two stripes a medium, and three stripes a large. On some football teams you just pull out a jock from the bin every day at practice. The stripes make it easy to find your size. I know a guy whose big brother was on the Nebraska football team. He told me that's what his brother said they used to do in their locker-room."

"That's hot, getting to put your dick in a jockstrap that another stud wore yesterday," I grinned and did as he told me, down on hands and knees.

"Damn straight," Jesse replied as he got down behind me and pressed his pouched hard-on into my ass and humped it at little.

"I think it's time that I take care of your sassy attitude and put some color on this ass. It's way too white," and then gave me a couple of playful spanks from that position.

"Ouch! Wasn't ready for those!" I winced just a little as the sting lasted longer.

"That's what makes a surprise. I think we better plug up that sassy mouth of yours for a while," and he stood back up to standing.

Well, here it comes, whatever it was, but it seemed like it should be Jesse's cock filling my willing pie-hole, so I slid quickly around head to tail and stood up at the waist still kneeling on the floor smiling with anticipation about eye level with his pouched-up cock.

"Nice try cowboy, but that's not it!" he grinned, turned and went to his closet as I watched suddenly nervous again.

He quickly seemed to find what he was looking for on the floor. To my chagrin, it was his old dingy gym bag and he bent over to open it up and as his hand reached into it I got a good view of his of his jock-strapped ass causing me to briefly smile and lick my lips.

"Well what the hell? Where did it go?" he said and I was no longer smiling, my stomach instantly filling with butterflies.

Jesse got down on his knees proper and started to rummage through all of the other loose old clothing and stuff a boy like Jesse accumulates in his closet over the years. I settled back on my haunches and chewed on my lips, afraid that I knew where this was leading.

"Finally! What the hell is this doing out of the bag?" he said and stood up.

I instantly blushed as Jesse turned around and looking directly at me, held up his old smelly jockstrap from the prior year. It had but one red stripe on the band, the pouch was all stretched out of shape, the waist and legs straps so well worn that there were a few ends of elastic sticking out. I looked down at the floor. I already felt busted.

"Wolcott? What's goin' on? You been lookin' funny since dinner. What did you do? Did you get into my bag?" he accused with a concerted smirk, but didn't sound angry.

I sighed. I was pretty much busted all right but he didn't entirely have the goods on me just yet. He came over and squatted right in front of me as I looked down guiltily at the top of my knees,

"Let me guess. You fetched this here jock out of my bag without me knowin', didn't you!" and dangled the damn thing right in front of my nose.

I could not help but take a deep breath and inhale the combined tangy odors that inhabited the pouch, all of them from Jesse's body and in doing so, my own cock strained hard inside my jock recalling just exactly what I had done behind Jesse's back, a couple of times already in fact!

I silently nodded still looking down at my knees and then felt his hand softly lift my chin up,

"Something tells me you've been a bad boy. Come on now, confess, what did you do with it? He said, but he was smiling, grinning ear to ear.

I still felt so embarrassed, "Don't want to say," I pouted but loved that he called me a "bad boy."

That made him chuckle, "Oh yes you do. You did something sexy with it, I just know you did. You better tell me Wolcott or I'll be forced to angle your hot bare ass over my knee and take my belt to you!" he threatened and my heart started to pound so hard I felt the pulsing pressure in my ears!

"Take the strap to me in the barn, I ain't gonna tell!" I said starting to feel giddy.

"Damn boy! Now you got me all hot and bothered. Don't make me take you in hand now, I gotta know!" he said with a wider grin on his face that was starting to break me down.

I shyly just shook my head side to side and bit my bottom lip hard so I wouldn't have to grin from ear to ear.

"Oh my, must be really naughty! OK then," and he stood, took himself and the jock back to the closet and grabbed up his belt, the one that we usually used when we would play at butt whippings for pleasure.

He doubled it up and smacked the palm of the hand that still had the old jock-strap dangling from his fingers,

"Last chance!" he threatened me and I just did it, I stuck my tongue defiantly out at him wanting him to take me in hand!

"Have it your way my hot bad boy," strode over to me, grasped my arm firmly, pulled me up to standing and taking us over to our bed, sat on the edge and pulled me over his knee. I flopped over it, hands flat to the floor, head up and angled up my ass ready for him!

"Change you mind?" he asked.

"Nope," I said grinning ear to ear and he gave me five quick but hard licks. Oh boy they stung, but not so much that they didn't also make me hump his knee and moan a little.

Then Jesse dangled the jock right in front of my nose, "My guess is that you sniffed my jock and got off on it. Am I right?" and I sighed, "Yes sir, that's it," I said and breathed in the sexy odors once again and humped his knee a little more.

"Naughty, naughty cowboy," he grinned and gave me five more licks, still not very hard and kept the jock right there in front of me and I breathed in more of it recalling the prior three times that I had dared to do that on my own, jacking off each time, just not into the jock itself.

"What else did you do with it?" he then asked me. Now I knew I could tell the truth,

"Nothing! I didn't do anything but sniff it," I replied.

"Did you jack off?"

"Yes sir, I surely did," I grinned and then turned my head to look up and back at him.

"Naughty boy!" he teased me, "I think you need a whippin' for that, get that fine ass up, ten licks!" he said and I readied myself.

Jesse gave me the ten licks, much harder ones, his voice softly counting up to ten but he made sure the jock was right at my nose as he did.

"You sure you didn't put it into your mouth too?" he then asked me and I shuddered a little all over.

Sure I had thought of it, but just couldn't bring myself to actually do it, "No, I didn't do that," and suddenly blushed harder, I knew I had walked into his trap.

"Too bad! You're gonna do it now! Open wide!" he said. I laughed softly, "No, don't want to!"

"Randy, Randy, my bad little hottie cowboy, open up wide and eat up this here jock or I'll have to give you your punishment, a serious ass tanning! Your choice!" he cajoled. I bit my lower lip. I knew I would end up doing it, but his threat had my cock all pissed off at me.

"Nope!" I decided, clamped my mouth shut, closed my eyes hard and presented Jesse my already tingling bottom up high for my punishment.

"OK, have it your way!" he said and went after it. This time, the licks were hard and painful, up and down my butt and at a good pace. He stopped just in time before I was about to yelp for him to stop,

"You gonna do it, take it in your mouth? Come on, you know you want to. Do it and I'll tell you a secret!" he taunted me.

My head flew around, "No fair!" I grinned and then moaned as his hand smoothed over my tanned hide, a finger teasing my hungry hole.

"Nope, you have to eat this here jock pouch first, all smelly. You get it in your mouth nice and solid and I'll give you some more licks and tell you my secret at the same time, OK?"

I sighed, "Oh all right, but this better be good Jesse McKensie!" closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

Jesse shoved the wadded up pouch in my mouth and not slowly. It felt gross and exciting all at the same time. I thought the smells were strong outside of my mouth, they seemed to intensify inside and then my spit started to leach some of the tangy tastes out of it.

The belt started to lick my ass again, about medium strength, that and he started to talk as the licks landed and my taste buds started to really kick in,

"I wore it for my first week at high school and then took it home on a Friday just like we have to. I took it to bed with me that night. I rubbed it on my dick and jacked off into it! Wow that was sexy," he said giving me slow licks of the belt, his words sinking into my brain as the tastes from the pouch started to intensify.

"Then, the next night, I dared myself to put it into my mouth with all that dry cum on it! I have no idea why. I just did it and then I put two fingers into my own butthole and moved 'em in and out as I jacked off. I could taste my own juices! Boy that was really hot!" and I moaned hard listening to him visualizing Jesse putting his own dry-cummed jock into his mouth and then jacking himself off in this very bedroom.

Jesse felt for my dick, "Look at you Wolcott, you're all turned on over this!" he chuckled and then gave me five more licks,

"I did all that a couple of times more but then forgot about it until late spring. By then nobody much cared about jock-straps and I forgot to take it home a bunch of weeks and it got pretty smelly. So one night real late I took it to bed with me," and Jesse put the belt down and started to finger my butthole. I moaned. By now I was started to suck just a little on the pouch, my nose used to the smell.

"I shoved that smelly dirty thing inside my mouth and shoved two fingers up my boy twat again! Jesus that was hot and I jacked off twice that night," and then he leaned way over,

"You ready to get your naughty bad boy ass fucked good and hard?!"

I yelled through my smelly gag, "YESSSS" as best I could, totally turned on by what Jesse had told me.

"Get on the floor onto your hands and knees and follow me!" Jesse ordered.

He led me over to the mirror. What I saw just blew me away, there I was with Jesse's old jock in my mouth, the worn out straps dangling down from my mouth. Jesse straddled me and grabbed up the straps into his fist,

"Giddy up, horsey!" he used the strap as reins and slowly walked me around the room spanking my butt, "Come on, get a goin' horsey!" and laughing as he did it.

That lasted just a little while longer, me laughing through the jock-gag used to it by now and then he led me to our bed,

"Get up to the bed horsey, time for your rider to get him some satisfaction!" and I knew what that meant.

I got my ass up on that bed in a hurry, knee-chest position. Jesse said nothing more, got down behind me and started in a serious ass-rimming, his tongue swirling around my needy hole pretty much in a hurry too. He got it inside of me and worked it in and out a few times making me moan pretty loud even through my gag; but before long, he was back up standing, his hard knob knocking on my back door,

"Here I come! Ride'em cowboy!" and pushed inside, hard and all the damn way. I had to scream just a little into the gag, it hurt going in as usual.

Then Jesse grabbed my hips and rabbit fucked me all the way to a quick cum deep inside. Then he reached around and pulled the jock out of my mouth. I just lay there panting as I was, my ass still up in the air. He slid himself next to me onto the bed and grinned, "Bet you weren't expecting all that?"

I finally dropped my tummy flat to the bed, "No, I was not," and grabbed up the jock,

"Now, it's YOUR turn!" and pushing myself off of the bed to standing, leaned forward and pushed Jesse onto the floor …

* * * * * * * * * *

Jesse slid down to his knees easily and quite willingly and then did something quite unexpectedly. He put his hands up like a dog's front paws and yapped at me like a puppy!

I stood in front of him, just scratching my head at first, my jock stretched and sticking out because of my unrequited boner and then I grinned,

"What's that boy? You want a sniff of your master?" I grinned, hands on my hips.

Jesse responded with a sharp dog's bark so I gripped my bulging jock, "Come here boy."

Jesse crawled over and stuck his nose right in my crotch and sniffed about like a dog and then put his head between my legs trying to get at my ass. I turned and let him bury his nose in my ass trying not to giggle too much. Then it came to me. I went and got his smelly old jock and held it out,

"Here, let me fix you up a nice collar, FLUFFY!" I said and walked up to him.

Boy did that get a look from him, if looks could kill as they say and I fitted the jock just right around his neck, the straps behind his head and over his ear and then stuffed the pouch in his mouth.

"There you go Fluffy!" I grinned, "Now you look like a good dog," and he growled at me just a little.

Well I tried to teach Fluffy some tricks, but when I said "roll over" he sat up and when I told him to lay down he rolled over. I don't know if he was disobedient because he wanted a spanking or because he was pissed that I'd named him "Fluffy."

"Bad dog, bad dog, Fluffy. Now I'm going to have to punish you!" I said and Fluffy whimpered.

I spied an old rolled up newspaper, The Burwell Weekly Tribune, in our bedroom trash can and went to over to get it. I rolled it up as tight as I could and then went over and lead Fluffy over to the bed,

"Over my knee Fluffy, bad dogs get a beating!" and I pulled him across my knees and was given no resistance.

Then I just wailed on his ass the best I could with that rolled up newsprint. Of course this didn't do much for Jesse. Let's face it, The Burwell Weekly Tribune is not a very large paper. After a while I tossed the paper aside and used my hand to spank that hard muscular ass of his. That did finally get to Jesse and I was rewarded with some earnest yaps and barks from his jock muffled mouth.

I wore my hand out on his ass and stopped,

"All right my little doggie hottie, time for your master to mount you up!" and pushed him down to the floor.

He obediently got up on all fours and I got down behind him and pulling my hard pecker out of my pouch I speared my doggie boy, doggie style of course! Well, he squealed pretty loudly through his gag lust like I did, but I didn't stop. I fucked his hot hole like it was a rape and shot my load just as fast as I could, just like he did to me.

Exhausted from my effort, I rolled off Jesse, and he spat out the jock and took me into his arms and we kissed each other deeply still on our knees. When the kiss finally ended, he held me out at arm's length, a big ol' smirk on his mug,

"Fluffy? FLUFFY? You're gonna pay for that Wolcott! You won't know when. You won't know where, but that ass of yours is gonna pay!"

"Bring it on big boy, bring it on. It's hard to break us Nebraskans," I wagged my tongue to the side really pleased with myself for having the nerve to provoke him like that.

"Well, you're damn right on that account anyways. So, do you have homework to do tonight?"

"Not on the first day of class."

"Same for me," stood up and held his hand out. I took it. "Let's just lie here in bed and make out. It's been a while since we just lay together," and I gladly went onto our bed with my boyfriend.

We hugged and kissed and rolled around from side to side talking about school mostly and cuddled a whole lot. Boy I sure did like cuddling with Jesse and he with me. Seems like it was midnight before we got sleepy and the last thing I recall was him spooning me close, then snuggling up to my ear, whispered,

"Fluffy huh, you are gonna pay Wolcott, you are gonna pay!"

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