Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2012 17:44:05 -0500
From: Aaron Grant <thegrantfinale123@gmail.com>
Subject: Merkle's Boner Chapter 2

The next day at practice, I purposely put my cup on incorrectly again, and
it rubbed against my dick every time I walked. I'm pretty sure I started
leaking pre-cum before
 I'd even made it out to the baseball diamond. To my excitement, coach made
us run laps that day. Usually, I would've been extremely disappointed and
annoyed that we had to run laps, but not when every stride sends jolts of
excitement through my abdomen.

After about two laps, I noticed myself getting harder and harder, and
blushed, thinking about what the other guys would say when they
noticed. They'd probably immediately jump to conclusions; a bunch of hot,
sweaty guys in baseball uniforms, with cup bulges, and I'm popping a
boner. They could also be completely understanding; they've probably all
put their cups on wrong at one point. By the end of my speculation, I was
harder than Chinese arithmetic. My face hardened and I glanced around to
see if anybody noticed. They
 didn't seem to. Of course, who was I kidding? A bunch of baseball players
are not gonna be looked around at my crotch. Plus, we all had cup bulges;
who's to say this one wasn't one? Maybe I was just huge?

I had a boner the entire practice, and nobody seemed to notice. That is,
until we went back into the locker room to change. I wasn't about to drop
my pants and show everybody my boner (even though it was one to be proud
of). It was one thing to get a hard-on outside on the field; it was another
to get a hard-on in the locker room with a bunch of guys changing. I
panicked, not knowing what to do. All of the other guys had stripped naked
and were heading for the showers, but my boner didn't seem to want to
recede; even seeing all of those dicks didn't turn me off, and let me tell
you, they sure didn't turn me on.

Soon, everyone was in the showers, everyone except me and Zach. Zach was a
lot shorter than me, about 5'4" or so, and had short light brown hair. He
had a wide nose and dimpled cheeks.  He sort of had a baby face, but he was
only fourteen, so it wasn't like it it was uncommon or something.

He stood on the opposite side of the locker room as me, facing away from me
as he glanced into his locker. It didn't exactly look like he was searching
for anything, just waiting. I edged my
 way over to him. "Do you have the same problem as me?" I whispered to
him. He turned to look at me, looked down, back up to my face, and
nodded. I smiled. Thank God, I wasn't the only one.

"Please don't tell anyone," he pleaded quietly.

"Of course not," I said. "You have just as much dirt on me as I have on
you; there's really nothing I'd be able to say even if I wanted to." I told
him I knew what it was like, to fear what everyone would think when they
found out.

"I usually take care of it after everyone leaves for their showers," he
said. "But today I noticed you weren't leaving. I panicked; nobody ever
really waits that long. I didn't know what to do." He looked up at me with
worried eyes. "It won't go down."

I ran my hands through his hair. "It's okay, buddy. I'm not gonna tell
anybody." Did he says usually? Did this mean his ripening banana was a
common occurrence? Great, now I was jumping to conclusions, just like I
thought the rest of the team would.

Zach looked at me again. "Did you want to...uhm...take care it of yours?" I
blushed, my heart was beating faster than ever. Did he really just ask to
jack off with him? That was gay, I'm not gay! I don't like dick! But
looking at his pleading, worried face, I couldn't help but say, "Sure."

We walked over to the side of the locker room with the benches. Nobody used
this side of the locker room; it was for football season. Zach sat down and
dropped his pants, slowly slipping off his cup to reveal his boner. It
wasn't all that big, but I wasn't going to say anything.  Not that it
really mattered.

He started slowly tugging on his cut cock, and he closed his eyes and a
smile of merriment appeared on his face. Suddenly, he stopped jerking,
opened his eyes, and looked at me. "Well, don't just stare at me! Drop your
pants!" He let out a short little giggle.  I blushed, not because he was
mocking me, but because I realized I had been staring, and that was
embarrassing. I sat down on the bench next to him and pulled down my pants
and removed my cup, my 6-inch boner bouncing up like a Wacky Waving
Inflatable Arm Flailing Tube Man. Zach's eyes widened when he saw my
cock. "Wow," he said. "How big is that thing?" His eyes never left my dick.

"Uhh, I dunno, like 6 inches," I said, turning away from him. I really
didn't wanna see his dick any more than I already had.

"Wow," he said, I peered back over and noticed him still staring at my
cock. "I'm only four, and you're so wide." I blushed. Was he trying to
seduce me or something, or was he honestly just complimenting my dick for
its size? I couldn't tell.

Zach let out a small mewl, and I looked over at him. The kid was jerking
furiously, eyes closed, pelvis raised, letting out short gasp of pleasure
after moan of thrill. "Whoa whoa whoa," I said, shaking him out of his
moment. "Don't do it so fast; you'll rub your dick raw."

"But I always do it like this. It makes me cum faster."

"You actually want to cum faster?"

Zach nodded. "I wanna take care of my boner as quickly as possible so I'm
not still jerking when people are finished with their showers."

I listened for the showers; most of the team was still in there, and I
think the rest had already changed and left. They were yelling and joking
and probably spanking each other in there for all I knew. Athletes were
weird as fuck.

Then again, they weren't the ones stuck in the unused portion of the locker
room jacking off with a kid that probably wanted to seduce him, and
probably thought he was gay.

Zach had slowed down his strokes, but his eyes were still glued to my
pelvic region. "Would you stop staring at my dick, you fag?" I shouldn't
have said that. Zach's face fell, and I immediately wanted to take it
back. "Zach, I'm sorry. I...I didn't mean that."

"No," he said. "You're right. I am a fag." He got up, still rock hard. "I
should go and tell everybody that I like dick."

I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back down. "No, Zach. It's
okay. Your secret is safe with me. I don't really care if you stare at my
dick. I was just a little intimidated is all."

"Intimidated? By what? You're taller than me, you're bigger than me, you're
straighter than me."

I bent down to look Zach in the eyes. "Zachary Arnold, there is nothing
wrong with being gay.  You can go out and love all the guys you like. I
don't care, have a twelve-some with the hockey team. It's nothing to be
ashamed of, and nobody should ever make you feel like it is." Then I hugged
him, which was probably a mistake, because we both had our pants around our
ankles, and we were both still hard as a rock, and I was bending over
because he was so much shorter than me, so my ass was in full view on
anyone who decided to walk back in. Keeping this in mind, I quickly broke
the hug and sat down again, Zach joined me, and we continued our session.

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