Date: Mon, 6 May 2019 11:49:23 -0500 From: jockstraplover Subject: Ganymede Middle School - Chapter 6 (Gay Male/Incest/Adult-Youth) Thanks for the positive response to the first few chapters. This is my first time writing a story for Nifty and it's been very fun. Please remember to donate to Nifty to help keep this amazing resource available. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Ganymede Middle School - Chapter 6 "I can't wait to tell my dad everything," Ramon said excitedly as he got out of the car. "Bye, Tim. Bye, Mr. Nelson. Thanks for the fun sleepover." "Bye, Ramon. See you tomorrow," I yelled as he walked towards his house carrying his sleeping bag. "Take care, Ramon. Say hello to your dad for me." As we pulled out of the driveway, Dad said to me, "You're lucky to have such good friends like Tyler and Ramon. I wish we had more time to relax this morning, but we've got to get you some gear." "I'm excited, especially after Ramon said he had fun buying his first jockstrap. I know I'll have a boner the whole time." "It's natural to be excited about something like this," Dad said, reaching down to lightly grab my stiffening penis through my shorts. I spread my legs to give him access. As we drove, he lightly stroked my bare thigh, occasionally moving his fingers up the leg hole of my shorts to play with my genitals. We parked in front of Harold's Sporting Goods. As we approached the door, Dad and I noticed that the lights were off. Dad looked at his phone. "They don't open for another hour. Let's go grab a soda and wait." As we turned to leave, a man inside the store knocked on the window. He unlocked the door. "Hi, guys," he said. "We don't usually open for another hour on Sundays. What are you looking for?" Dad replied, "My son needs a gym uniform for Ganymede Middle School and his first jockstrap." The man looked at me and smiled. "The Ganymede Eagles, eh? That's my alma mater. You must be very excited. As a fellow Eagle, I'm not going to make you wait. Come on in and we'll get you suited up." He led us into the store and locked the door behind us. The man was about 45, 6'1", lean and muscular. He had a handsome, mature face with light brown hair cut in a short crew cut. He was clean shaven and had warm, inviting eyes. His lycra shorts and tank top showed off his athletic body, I could see that his chest was muscular and very smooth. He extended his hand to Dad. "I'm Andy Miller, the assistant manager." Dad smiled, "I'm Mark Nelson and this is my son, Tim. Thanks very much for accommodating us. We've heard good things about the service here." "Back to school is a busy time for us. Boys needing their first jockstrap or growing out of an old one." "My friend Ramon got his jockstrap here," I blurted out excitedly. "Well, any friend of Ramon's is a friend of mine," Mr. Miller said smiling at me. "Now, let's take a quick look," he added, squatting down in front of me. He put his firm hands around my waist and nodded. "You're a perfect boy's size medium," he said. "Wait here for a minute while I grab a few things." He moved to a different section of the store. Dad put his arm around me while we waited. "Ok, let's head into the back and try this on. I bet you're excited, Tim," Mr. Miller said, returning with a several items. "Oh, I'm very excited, Mr. Miller." He led us to the back of the store, guiding me past racks of clothing with a gentle hand on my butt. I know Dad was watching him fondle my ass. When I looked over my shoulder at Dad, he gave me a wink. The dressing room was large with a mirror on the back wall and two chairs. Dad sat on one of the chairs. Mr. Miller put the clothes on the other chair. "Let's have you strip all the way down, Tim," Mr. Miller suggested. I kicked off my shoes and socks. They both watched as I took off my t-shirt and revealed my young smooth torso. My nipples were small and flat against my chest. I rubbed my hand across my chest, feeling its bareness. I took down my shorts and handed them to Dad. My white briefs weren't doing a very good job of concealing my erection, which pressed up and out in front of me. The lower shaft of my cock and my ball sack were visible though the leg hole of my y-fronts. Dad and Mr. Miller were completely focused on me as I pulled down my underwear. My small boycock bounced out of my briefs as I released it. I gave my small penis a few strokes. I was naked and completely exposed to Dad and Mr. Miller who were both fully dressed. With the mirror behind me, they had a full view of my front and backsides. Mr. Miller broke his gaze of my young body. "This is my favorite part of this job," he said, smiling at Dad. Dad's face beamed with pride. He picked up a small box and removed a jockstrap from it. He handed me the box. It was a Cockson brand jockstrap. The box had a picture of a boy about my age and an older man about Dad's age standing in just jockstraps smiling. The man had his hand on the boy's shoulder. The pouches of the jockstraps hinted at cocks, balls, and pubic hair without showing anything. The back of the box was a reverse shot showing the man and boy's bare butts framed by the straps and waistband of the jockstraps. The boy's ass was small and round, and the man's ass was firm and hairy. I gave my four-inch cock a few stokes. I handed the box to Dad saying, "This could be us, Dad." Dad smiled and nodded approvingly. "If they ever need new models, we know who to call." Mr. Miller said. Dad and I laughed. Mr. Miller knelt down in front of me with his face just a few inches from my hard boycock. He lowered the jockstrap in front of me and I stepped into it. As he pulled it up, his firm fingers held my erection and arranged it inside the pouch. His fingers pulled my small, hairless balls forward to rest inside the pouch. He arranged the sides of the pouch, his fingers lingering on my soft pubic hair at the base of my cock. "Don't worry about your erection, Tim. Most boys get one when they first try on a jockstrap." He felt the pouch and my cock inside. He ran his fingers alongside the pouch to flatten out the seam and tuck it under my smooth scrotum. He reached around my back and checked the straps as he stroked my bare buttocks. He reached a few fingers under my balls to check where the straps and pouch joined together. His fingers lightly ran across my hairless, puckered hole. "How does it look, Mark?" Mr. Miller asked Dad. "It's a perfect fit. I want to get a closer look at the back." Dad knelt next to me. I turned my small round ass towards him. He moved closer to my butt. I could feel his breath on the crack of my ass. He ran his fingers under the straps, stroking the back of my balls when he reached the connection point. "Bend over, son. I want to get a better look," Dad said. Mr. Miller moved the clothes from the chair and sat in front of me. He spread his legs, revealing his erect cock running down the side of his lycra shorts. I bent over, fully exposing my little hold to Dad. I leaned over Mr. Miller's thick thighs and his bulged in his tight lycra shorts. Dad spread my ass cheeks with his hands. Starting from my taint and moving up, Dad ran his tongue along my ass until he got to my smooth, pink hole. When he reached my bare boyhole, he swirled his tongue around and around. I gasped with pleasure and excitement. My hairless hole tingled as he circled it with his tongue. At the same time, Mr. Miller began stroking his big cock through his shorts, slowing pulling back the leg hole to reveal the engorged head of his penis. I licked my lips. Dad went to town on my ass. He paused briefly to free his big uncut cock from his jeans and start stroking. Mr. Miller raised himself up slightly to remove his shorts. HIs cock was about the same size as Dad's, with only a slight curve upwards. He was circumcised and the large head of his cock was flared out in excitement. His balls were shaved bare and his bush was trimmed very short. When he pushed hIs muscular thighs together, his cock and balls rested on them like a platform. I could see precum dripping out of head of his cock. "Such a beautiful boy," he said as he rested his left hand on the back of my head. He guided my mouth to the head of his manhood, holding his cock up with his right hand. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and took in the smooth head of his penis. He sighed with pleasure. Dad continued to vigorously eat my hole. He used the index finger on his left hand to pull expose the inside of my hole while his tongue drove deeper and deeper inside. The pouch of the jockstrap was rubbing against my cock and balls, getting me closer to shooting without even touching myself. With his cock firmly in my mouth, I used my hands to stroke Mr. Miller's cock deeper into the back of my throat. I could taste his salty precum when I swallowed. "That's it, Tim. Take my cock. Your mouth feels so good, Tim." He put both hands on my head and began using his hips to pump his cock in my mouth. HIs words made Dad fist his cock furiously. I could tell they were both close to shooing. And the pouch of the jockstrap was covered in my precum. Suddenly, Dad stopped eating my ass and stood up. He aimed his cockhead at my wet, pink hole as he stroked furiously. "I'm going to shoot, son!" Dad exclaimed. Like Tyler had done, Dad positioned his cock against my hole. Only this time, Dad pushed the tip of his cock into my hole as he shot. I felt pulse after pulse of Dad's man juice penetrate my tight hole. I took the warm wetness of Dad's semen inside me. Watching Dad fill up his son with cum was enough for Mr. Miller. He pumped his cock into my mouth and began shooting. He held my head on his cock as my throat filled up with cum. I was gagging on his cock and load. After a few more seconds, he let go of my head and I gasped for air. We all needed to catch our breath. My legs were wobbly when I tried to stand up straight. Dad sat back on the chair, his leaking cock still stick out of his jeans, and I sat on his lap. I turned and kissed Dad. I could taste my boy scent on his mouth. And he could tasted Mr. Miller's cock and semen on mine. "I'd ask if you needed a hand, Tim, but it looks like you came too," Mr. Miller said, looking at the pouch of my jockstrap. It was covered in my boy cum. In the heat of the moment, I had shot without touching myself. After a minute or so, my legs got their strength back and I stood up. I hugged Mr. Miller. HIs softening cock leaked a few pearly drops of cum on my stomach. He reached down and fingered my wet, sloppy hole, pushing Dad's cum deeper into my anus. I raised my face to him and we kissed. Dad joined us in a three-way hug. Dad's hand cupped Mr. Miller's hand and my ass. Dad and Mr. Miller embraced and kissed gently but firmly. "It's always a treat to service a father and son who share such a close bond like you two. I hope you'll come back anytime, including next year when you've outgrown this jockstrap, Tim. "I'm glad you could help us out, Andy," Dad said, putting his cock back in his jeans and zipping them up. "We'll be back." Mr. Miller squeezed his large thighs and big cock and balls back into his lycra shorts. "Good luck on your first day of school tomorrow, Tim. I learned a lot while I was there, and I"m sure you will too. I decided to wear my new jockstrap under my shorts. I liked the way the pouch hugged my young genitals and the way the straps firmly held my ass while exposing my crack. Under my shorts I felt like I was secretly showing off. Dad paid and we said our goodbyes to Mr. Miller. Dad and I headed home to get ready for my next big adventure - my first day of school!