Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2008 19:20:59 -0400
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Subject: Linebackers 6

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Linebackers 6 - Jockstraps


Ever since Cory jerked off watching his friend Jacob stroke Kevin's
big dick, he had been horny all the time. All the time. He thought it
was so cool that his friend had worn a jockstrap that night. Because
Cory was such a big guy, he didn't usually wear them, but lately he
had gotten in the habit of doing it. He liked how it held all his junk
together. He liked the rough fabric, and he liked the way it held down
his boner when he was hard. And he was hard all the time lately.

He also liked the way they smelled after a long day, especially if
they had practice. Cory had stopped showering after practice. He told
the guys he had to go do extra lifting, but really, he wanted to go
home. His mom worked third shift so he had nights to himself at home.
He would arrive home in his sweaty clothes, carrying all his football
gear. He would take it to his room and throw it on the floor next to
the bed. Cory liked to check out his big frame in the mirror, seeing
his big belly in the tight compression gear he wore under the pads.

Cory would strip off all his clothes. He liked to smell his pants.
They smelled musky and heavy after practice. He would lay back on the
bed, rub his jock through the wet pouch, then take off his jock. He
would look at the inside of the pouch and always see a few brown
hairs. Cory then started jerking off his dick, and he would lift the
jock to his nose a sniff. He could smell a mix of ass, piss, sweat,
and maybe cum. Cory would jerk off like that for as long as he could
hold out - 2 minutes, 5 minutes, sometimes half an hour.

But it wasn't enough. Cory liked his smell, but he wanted more. So he
started stealing jockstraps from the locker room. He watched the guys
on the team and he would grab a few before they got to the laundry. It
was a rush taking them home, and he loved getting them home when they
were still a wet. He loved the rush of finding the number on the jock
and seeing who it belonged to. He liked the bigger guys' jocks. They
had a lot more smell to them. He would sneak them back in to the
locker room before school.

But, he wasn't getting away with it like he thought. One of the other
linebackers, Sam, had figured out was going on. He saw Cory grab a
jockstrap out of a locker a few times. One time, Sam, a senior
linebacker too, was coming from the shower, just covered in a towel,
and turned the corner as Cory grabbed one from someone's locker.

The towel barely covered Sam's frame. Sam had very short, very light
brown hair that he had buzzed short. He wasn't a hairy guy, in fact,
he could just grow sideburns and a decent amount of hair on his chin
but that was it, outside of the bush about his dick and the trail up
to his stomach. And Sam was one of the biggest guys on the team. He
was big, but pushing 250 pounds - he had put on some fat for his
senior year, to give himself some girth for football.

Sam had a huge ass too. One day in the locker room, Cory smacked it
with a shampoo bottle and called him Beyonce. Sam punched him in the
arm. But he was right, he had a large round ass that stuck out behind
him. He also had a thick, heavy, round stomach. Sam was fat, but his
size helped the team.

Everyone liked Sam, but they all thought he was weird. There was a
rumor that he lost a bet his sophomore year and had to wear his
sister's panties to school one day, but no one saw it or knew who he
had bet. But he was a popular kid, and the guys on the team liked him.

Sam saw Cory quickly throw something in a bag. He wanted to know what
was going on. He sat on the bench, his belly hanging out of his towel.
'Hey, you wanna come over Friday night and play some Halo?' asked Sam.

It was Friday night. Cory was over at Sam's house. They did this every
so often, once or twice a month; Cory would come over, they'd get
pizza, and sit around and eat and play games, usually Halo 3 or
something new. They used to sit around in whatever clothes they had,
then change before bed, but now for some reason, they always ended up
playing video games in their underwear. For a while, they were both
wearing t-shirts over their big torsos, but the last few times they
somehow ended up shirtless. And neither of them liked to take their
shirts off, but they each felt comfortable being bare chested around
each other. Sam pretty much had a smooth chest, while Cory had some
hair up his stomach and chest, up to his neckline and crawling up his
neck.

This particular night, Cory was wearing some blue boxer shorts with a
button fly, and Sam was wearing some grey boxer briefs. They were
small on him, and with the extra weight he put on recently, they were
tight. His ass crack showed when he sat down, and his package was a
lot more visible...but he never really thought about it.

The guys were playing Gears of War online. They had just finished a
match and they were sitting around, snacking on pizza. Sam asked a
question he had been wondering about - 'So, why you been stealing
stuff from the locker rooms?' He didn't like confrontation. He looked
away.

'Shit,' Cory thought. He thought he had been careful. He got real
fucking nervous. He didn't know what to say. He sat in silence,
chewing on some food, thinking.

'It's OK man,' said Sam. 'What are you, like, reselling them?' He was
actually curious. Cory didn't seem like a weirdo.

'No man, I just keep em and take em back later,' said Cory. He didn't
say why and he thought maybe that would be enough. He started to say,
'Let's...'

But Sam interrupted. 'But why?' He had a flash of a thought that maybe
he understood what was going on here, but he wasn't sure why.

'Well...' said Cory. 'Honestly, dude, I think they smell kinda good.'
He felt weird saying it, but he felt a bond between the two of them.

Sam thought for a second. He got it. Sam had always had a weird
fascination with underwear. He just felt kinda hot wearing different
kinds of underwear, having a secret under his clothes, doing something
dirty right in front of people that they couldn't see.

Sam said, 'Yeah dude, I get it. I like wearing em some days all day,
feels good...'

The two guys had been sitting on the floor, resting against the couch.
Cory looked over at his friend. He smiled at him, looking over his big
frame. Sam also had big nipples, he noticed. He wondered what Sam's
jock would smell like, he thought - he never smelled his.

'So dude, did you really wear your sister's panties to school?'

Sam smiled and decided he could trust him. 'No...I bought them, but
yeah, they were panties! But I can't tell you who dared me.'

'Cool,' said Cory. He realized Sam was weird...but he was weird too,
and he decided to tell Sam how weird. 'Yeah, sometimes, I jack off
while I smell someone's jock.' He was nervous saying it, but he
thought at the least, Sam would just laugh at it.

'Really?'

Cory said, 'Yeah. I don't know why.'

'Well whatever gets you off, man...' said Sam. 'So what do they smell like?'

Cory smiled - he had gotten 5 for the weekend after the game. He knew
they didn't do laundry until Monday afternoon at school.	'Wanna find
out?'

Cory had a system. He always balled them up at the bottom of his gym
bag, and put them underneath his dirty laundry. He did his own washing
so no one would find them, and it kept them smelling dank and sweaty.
Just hours after the football game, they'd be nice and ripe.

'Sure,' Sam said. He wanted to see what the big deal was.

Cory got up and went to get his stash. His dick had grown a bit; thank
god for the button. He went upstairs and grabbed the jocks.

When he got back, Sam was finishing a Mountain Dew in the same
position he was in when Cory left. He said, 'All right, let's see em!'

Cory sat back down on the floor and handed Sam a jock. Sam held it in
his hand. It was a large, and pretty new; they got new jocks every
year. He saw the white material was damp. He turned it over a few
times.

'Smell it,' said Cory. He wanted to see if his friend would do it. He
was getting a little turned on, seeing his friend doing what he did in
private.

Sam lifted it to his nose and inhaled. 'I don't really...'

'Smell the pouch man, and near the bottom of the straps...' Cory said,
maybe a little too excitedly.

Sam put the pouch right under his nose and was hit with a rank, sweaty
odor. 'Oh, damn...' Cory smiled. He knew what his friend was smelling.

Sam said, 'Yeah, it smells like the locker room. And...' He also
noticed a pungent smell, a little tangy.

'Ass?' Cory said, with a smile. He liked the ass smell.

'Yeah...' Sam said, putting it back up to his nose. He sniffed, then
looked closer in the pouch. 'There's a hair in here,' he said. 'It's
like, curly.'

Cory liked finding the hairs. He always knew the guys who had more
hair in their jocks than others, and they were always the hairiest
guys.

'You know who I bet would have tons of hair is Brock!' Sam said,
thinking of the buff, hairy junior.

'You mean, #44?' said Cory, reaching into the pile. He took out the
jock with Brock's number on it and threw it at his buddy. Sometimes he
had to grab a jock and find out who's it was later, and he loved
checking the numbers later at home. He had his favorites. Mostly he
liked the big guys; their jocks had more smell and sweat to them.

'No shit?' Sam said. 'Nice...'

Cory's dick was getting hard. It was laying against his hairy thigh,
but it was starting to tent his boxers a little, watching his friend
getting into this.

Sam looked in the jock. He saw 5 or 6 brown hairs, mostly straight,
stuck in the fabric. He smelled it, and he was hit with the sweaty,
stinky smell. Cory liked Brock's jocks. He wasn't a big guy, but he
was hairy as a motherfucker - a real man.

'Wow,' said Sam. 'So what exactly do you do with these?'

Cory felt himself turn red. This had moved from just talking
to...something else. 'Well, I...uh...jerk off. I don't know why, I
guess I like the smell. It reminds me of the locker room and being
naked and shit, maybe.' He didn't mention he thought the smells of the
guys' asses was hot.

'Really?' Sam said. 'What, you just hold it up?'

'Yep.' Cory didn't mention that he sometimes he didn't hold them in his hand...

Sam didn't quite get it: he wasn't the smartest guy on the team. He
asked a dumb question. 'How?'

Cory looked down at his hard dick. 'Am I supposed to show you?' he
said, sarcastically.

Sam said, 'Uh....'

'It's cool,' Cory said. He unbuttoned his boxers, and his cock popped
out of his shorts before Sam could say anything. He had gotten a
little brave since his encounter watching Jacob and Kevin.

Sam was both turned on and confused. He liked all the hot talk and the
jockstraps, but he wasn't sure about seeing his friend's hard dick. He
decided it was cool, they had become much closer friends lately, and
it felt good to share something this dirty and secret.

Cory grabbed a jock from his stash. He said, 'See, you just...' With
his left hand, he brought the jock up to his nose. He inhaled deep,
and instinctively started rubbing his dick with his right hand.
Cory loved the smell. This one was fucking ripe. He smelled a little
piss too, which always made him a little harder. Sometimes he'd see a
little yellow in the pouch. Sam was just watching Cory sniff the jock.
He was getting really turned on, watching this big guy sniff some
dude's sports jock, with his cock poking out of his shorts while he
rubbed it.

Something clicked inside Sam. He kinda...got it. Smelling some guy's
jock was like smelling a part of him, something right near the dude's
cock. He understood it, with his own fascination with underwear.

Sam wanted in too. 'Hey man, you mind if I...?' said Sam, looking down
at his shorts. His cock was HARD. It was pushing out his thin boxer
briefs, and a tiny wet spot was starting to form.

Cory smiled, and grabbed one of the two jocks left. 'Help yourself,'
Cory said. He looked at the number and grinned. 'Here, this is from
one of the twins...' he said, and handed it to Sam.

Sam took the wet jockstrap and turned it over in his hand a few times.
This was an XL jock, the same size he wore. 'Nice, huh?' Cory said to
his big friend.

Sam said, 'Yeah...' and lifted it to his nose. It was sweaty. Very
sweaty. He reached down with his right hand and stripped off his own
underwear. He tipped his big body away from Cory to take them off.
Cory saw his big, hairless ass spread wide when he tilted over. He
wondered what is friend's ass smelled like.

Sam sat back, naked. His cock was big. It was about 7 inches hard,
with a small curve to the right. He was cut and had a big pink head.
His balls were mostly hairless. His thighs were hairless, though his
lower legs had some hair. Sam had to spread his legs a little so he
wouldn't smash his balls between his legs.

Sam grabbed his cock and stroked it a couple times. He had little
extra skin so he usually jerked off dry. He sniffed the jock, and
realized it smelled a lot better while he was jerking off, and it made
his dick harder. He was surprised at how it enhanced his strokes. He
really liked the smell.

The whole time Sam was doing all this, Cory had put down the jock and
watched this big guy, another linebacker, check this out for the first
time. He was afraid to jerk off; he didn't want to cum yet. This was
hot. It was cool seeing someone get into something that really turned
him on. He was also sharing this secret with someone and it made
it....dirtier somehow. He checked out Sam's body. He had never looked
at him in this way. Cory looked at Sam's boyish face, clean shaven
except for some short sideburns. He liked his buzzed short hair. Cory
looked down at Sam's big torso. He had big, fat nipples, and he liked
his big round belly. Cory noticed some hairs sticking out of his
armpit, and he wondered how it smelled in there.

Cory had gotten a little cocky since he watched Jacob jerk off his
friend. Cory took off his boxers. He sat back down, a little closer to
Sam. Their legs were touching.

Cory took a deep breath, spit in his hand and leaned over and grabbed
his friend's dick. Sam kept smelling the jockstrap, and removed his
hand. Cory ran his big hand up and down the shaft, working the head
when he got to it.

Sam closed his eyes. He couldn't believe he was getting a hand job
from his friend. He kept smelling the rank, sweaty jock smell and it
was turning him on. Thinking of this guy's cock and balls sweating
into the pouch was awesome. Cory stroked Sam's cock and watched the
big guy start to fuck his hand a little. He had an idea. He wanted to
see Sam's ass again. 'Hey man..why don't you put that on?' Cory said.

Sam snapped out of it and looked at Cory. He fucking liked that idea.
He figured this kid would beat the shit out of him if he ever found
out, which made him harder. 'Fuck yeah!' sad Sam, as he stood up. Cory
noticed his ass again. 'God damn it's big!' Cory thought. It was big
and round. His back kind of arched inward right above his butt, making
it look really round. It made Cory's cock get even harder. Sam stepped
into the jock. When he lifted his leg, Cory caught a whiff of his ass
and his dick jumped. Sam put on the jockstrap, with the white straps
right below his huge ass. He turned to face his friend

Sam's dick was tenting out the pouch. Both guys were looking at it
stretching out the rough material. 'Fucking nice,' said Cory. He
reached up and started rubbing the hard dick through the material. Sam
moaned a little. His friend was massaging his dick, and the coarseness
of the jock was rubbing all up and down his shaft and the head. He was
surprised at how good it felt. He had jacked off in his underwear
before but he usually took it out. This was awesome though. The sides
of the pouch were pushed out enough that Cory could see his balls and
dick through the sides a little.

Cory took the last jock out of the pile. He knew what he wanted to do.
He wanted to see who's jock this last one was. After games, he'd
usually grab them from the laundry pile. His dick leaked a little when
he saw one word - ALEX. There wasn't a number - this was Coach Alex's.

His fucking coach's jockstrap. Cory thought, 'What the fuck? I guess
he's lazy and doesn't want to take it home.' He wasn't sure why, he
was married. His wife was super hot.

'Whatever...damn,' Cory thought. This was hot. And it was pretty damp.
He wanted to get right in and smell this. He decided to just...go
nuts. Cory kept rubbing Sam's cock through the jock, and he leaned
against the couch. His friend's jock-covered cock was right in front
of him, tenting out the fabric. Cory leaned his head back and put
Coach's jock right over his mouth and nose.

Sam said, 'Awww, yeah,' when his friend put the jock on his face. That
was fucked up. He looked down at his friend, rubbing his dick through
the jock and beating on his own fat dick for a couple minutes. He had
an idea. "Cory, stand up." Cory took off Coach Alex's jock and stood
up, facing his friend. Sam stepped forward a step. Their bellies
touched together, and Cory's dick poked into his jockstrapped pouch.
Sam told Cory, "Put it on." Cory grinned, and stepped into the jock.
It was a size too small, but he liked it. Cory rubbed his pouch on
Sam's pouch, feeling the heads through the rough jock.

Cory looked at his friend in his eyes, and reached down and took Sam's
cock and sack out of the side of his jock. He licked his hand, and
cranked it around the tip of his friend's dick. He looked down at the
head - it was pointy, tapering down to a thick wide piss hole. Sam
groaned, and he reach down and freed his friend's dick and did the
same thing to him, jerking his friend off. The boys were milking each
other's dicks and breathing deeply. Sam leaned his big chest up
against Cory's hairy chest. He felt the coarse hair on his bare chest
and moaned. "Nice chest, man..." said Sam, in a quiet voice.

Cory was a couple inches shorter than Sam. He was getting hard and
getting close, the way his buddy was working his cock with a slow but
firm underhand stroke. Cory rested his head on his friend's shoulder,
feeling him work his dick while he jerked off Sam. Cory breathed in
and smelled something...and he realized it was Sam's armpit. Cory took
his free hand and lifted Sam's arm and rested it on his own shoulder.
Cory stuck his nose right in the middle of the hair inhaled.

Cory groaned deep and knew that he was about to cum. Sam's sweaty
underarm was making him lightheaded. It smelled awesome...like a
locker room, like a fucking man. He sniffed deep and came. Hard. Sam
kept jerking him and massaging his dick, nice and firm, while Cory
blew his load.

Sam was getting off on his friend smelling his nasty armpit. He heard
Cory moan and looked down to see his friend's cock swell harder. He
watched as shot after watery shot pumped out of his friend's cock, all
over his dick and belly. It was amazing; he'd never seen another guy
cum before. He knew it would make him cum, and Cory kept up his rhythm
on his dick, and Sam quietly exhaled. He shot a nice load all over
Cory's hairy belly. It wasn't as much as Cory, but it was more than he
usually shot.

The guys sat back down on the floor, their cum covered cocks hanging
over their balls, their jocks to the side, out of breath. "Man, that
was awesome," Cory said, looking over at his big friend, both of them
covered in cum.