Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2019 22:55:52 +0000 From: Cdff Bayguy Subject: The jockstrap chronicles: Part 1 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: This story contains sexual situations between adult males. If you find material of this nature offensive, please do not read any further. All characters in this story are of legal age but if you are under age in your country of residence then you are not legally allowed to read this story. This is purely a work of fiction. Any accidental resemblance to persons living or dead or to events that may have occurred, are all purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights in this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed (except by the websites to which it has been posted) without the consent of the author. Nifty does not exist without donations. If you enjoy these stories, please donate here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Feel free to get in touch with any feedback - I do enjoy hearing from readers, including ideas for future stories - e-mail:cdffbayguy@hotmail.com ________________________________________________________________________ The jockstrap chronicles Part 1 Jockstrap initiation List of characters Paul - 18 years old, 6 foot tall, blonde, muscular rugby player. Ever the joker, Paul is obsessed with nudity and loves nothing more than flashing his fat, 7 inch circumcised cock at his rugby jock mates at every opportunity. Jason - Paul's best friend and a fellow ring leader of the rugby lads. Dark haired, lean, and muscular with an impressive 8 inch cock, Jason has an arse which could crack walnuts, Mark - Fellow rugby lad, classic dumb jock type. Mark is also muscular with a decent, 6.5inch cock. He is also renowned for his ability to take all sorts up his accommodating arse during initiations and rugby socials. Mr Jones - The school's PE teacher, tall, muscular and in his late 30s, Mr Jones manages to be both authoritative and matey. He has a constant glint in his eye. Me - there to see it all. Bi-leaning, one of the quieter rugby lads but part of the gang with a soft (or hard) spot for my mates and their ladish behaviour. It was the early 1990s in a secondary school in one of the valleys communities in Wales where rugby was king. The sport was a way of life for the pupils, teachers and community. For those of us with more of an interest in the players than the sport, it also meant a cracking opportunity to get off on the homoerotic jock culture and horseplay which was endemic. We came into possession of the jockstrap which was to lead to a series of horny adventures on a cold and murky day in early March. It was our last two hour PE lesson on a Wednesday as we approached the last few months of our time in secondary school. Typically, given the horrible weather, this week's PE class involved a cross country run on a well worn track around the the school. Paul, Jason and some of their sportier palls led the way on the run, as was usually the case. You could hear the laughing and joking going on from some way back with us middle ranking runners. Paul was in a particularly frisky mood that afternoon. He was out ahead of the pack, with Jason in hot pursuit when he decided it was time for one of his legendary pranks with his favourite victim of the moment, Mark. He stopped dead in his tracks, turned quickly just in time to trip up Mark who went headlong into a muddy puddle, much to the amusement of us all. He was soaked and covered in mud. That still wasn't enough for Paul. "Time for a little wrestle Mark", he declared to his audience and dived straight on top of him. Both boys rolled around grabbing each other with Paul coming out on top, as always. He pinned Mark down on the muddy ground and straddled him. Paul's soaking wet, formerly white running shorts and t-shirt clung to him, accentuating his hard arse, pecs and firm, defined stomach. His nipples stood out big and erect in the the cold. Mark wasn't having any of it and as Paul grinned to the boys who had gathered around he moved the weight of his body, causing Paul to tumble off him and onto the muddy grass by Mark's side. Now it was Mark's turn to straddle Paul. He sat on Paul's chest and decided to give Paul a bit of humiliation. He reached back and yanked up Paul's clingy white shorts to give him a wedgie. With his shorts being pulled up his big arse crack, the front of his shorts bunched up, squeezing his pendulous balls and fat circumcised cock into a one hot big bulge. It was enough to get me tenting my shorts. Following a bit of banter between the two of them, Mark left go and both boys got up, laughing it off as they always did. I could clearly see some bulges in both shorts though as the close body contact gave the two constantly randy lads semis. The rest of the run was uneventful and I spent most of it behind Paul, taking in the delicious sight of his full, hard arse clad in tight and muddy shorts as he ran ahead of me. Muddied and soaked from head to toe, we all headed back to school and to the warm showers ahead. By the time I'd got back to the changing room, Paul as alway was first to strip off Next to him on the benches was Mark who was already naked and muddy all over. I perched myself next to Mark and started getting out of my wet muddy kit. Not long after, Mr Jones was making his way through the changing room and as he passed Mark, gave him one of his regular playful slaps on his left arse cheek. Everyone laughed but my cock twitched as I noticed how, as Jones' right hand made contact with Mark's muscular arse cheek, his little finger seemed to linger for a second and inch its way inward towards Mark's hole. It was momentary but I had a ring side seat as Mark's arse was next to me, sat on the bench. As Mark strutted his way to the communal shower, I noticed that Mr Jones' hand had left a slight red imprint on Marks' otherwise muddy cheek. Looking back on it, it was highly inappropriate of Mr Jones but he prided himself on being one of the lads. He actually felt more like an older brother to most of us than our sports teacher, even though he could be a firm disciplinarian when required. As I approached the showers to wash off the mud and sweat, I was confronted with my favourite sight - horseplay in showers, with the slapping of arses and semis all round. Looking back, those showers were an absolute dream for secret cock watchers like me. The communal area offered a long but narrow set of open showers with loads of heads to perch yourself under for the best view. Paul's piece de resistance was sliding the length of the showers on his slippery, hard arse with his legs in the air to hearty cheers from us all. There was a fair bit of messing about in the showers that afternoon with lots of lads slipping and sliding around making a rowdy noise which was starting to carry to some of the nearby classrooms. You could taste the testosterone in the air. Mr Jones, pre-empting complaints from his fellow teachers, popped his head around the corner of the communal shower room to tell us all to pipe down. Mr Jones wasn't shy in joining the boys in the changing room and would even shower on occasions after swimming. I used to savour the sight of his heavy, hairy, swinging uncircumcised dick out for all to see and admire. Most of us would openly gawp at the sight of his meat and he clearly revelled in it as his frequent semis showed. On this occasion, he kept his clothes on and was treated with the sight of round two of Paul's pranks on Mark that day. Following another bit of wrestling, this time fully naked, Paul had pinned Mark down on the floor of the shower room, with noisy encouragement from us all. Mr Jones' eyes met Paul's as he was fully crouched down, sitting on on Mark's face. Mark's nose seemed to disappear up Paul's wet, slightly hairy arse crack. By now, I'd got in on the act and was holding Mark down to help Paul find a comfortable spot on his face. Mark was protesting, but not too much by the look of his rising cock and the way he wasn't particularly struggling under the weight of Paul's muscular arse. I'd been there before, so knew how Mark felt. I'd had the pleasure of Paul sitting on my face a few times before on rugby trips away and even once in a science lesson when the teacher had disappeared. The musky, sweaty smell of Paul's hole was amazing, I'd never smelt or tasted anything as hot before or since. Mr Jones was not impressed at the sight, however and shouted at Paul to get up of Mark's face. As the culprits, Paul and I were told to follow him to his office on the other side of the changing room at once. "But sir, we haven't finished our shower yet", came Paul's response to Mr Jones' command. "My office, now. The both of you", Mr Jones told us in no uncertain terms. We both followed him, dripping wet and stark naked from the shower room to his office at the other end of the changing room, walking past our sniggering classmates. I followed Paul, keeping my eyes down and couldn't help but focus on his glistening hard arse as he walked confidently towards Mr Jones' office, dick swinging proudly from side to side. I knew that we were likely in line for a good whack on the arse with Mr Jones' trainers - his usual punishment of choice, back in the days when it was still allowed. Mr Jones opened the door to his small, soulless office which contained a desk, some chairs and a personal shower for the exclusive use of the PE teachers. Spare clothes were draped around the office, including a very used looking jockstrap on the floor which attracted my attention. It was a traditional white jock of the sort used by rugby players back then. The mesh looked slightly piss stained and it clearly hadn't had a wash in a while, which just made it even more inviting. Mr Jones clearly used it a lot under his track suit bottoms and I could just imagine his big, thick cock and sweaty, pendulous balls crammed into the pouch. The office was a cold, windowless room which just added to the gloominess of knowing that a punishment was to follow, but also added a sense of anticipation. I was first up for the punishment. Mr Jones told me to bend over his knee. As I did, I could feel his big left hand pushing my back down so that my arse was raised, ready for the sports shoe he held in his right hand. As I looked up, I could see that Paul was taking it in his stride, feet apart with a smile on his face and what looked like a semi-hardon which was about level with my face. Unusually among our gang, he was circumcised, which accentuated his growing, reddening cockhead. Whack! The sound of the shoe hitting my still wet exposed arse echoed around the small room. I received a further two whacks before I was told to stand. Although it hurt like a bastard, the whole situation was hot as hell and my cock had risen to full mast. I stood up, with a full hardon on display to Mr Jones and Paul. Mr Jones didn't say a word as I got up but evidently couldn't take his eyes of my hard six inch, thick cock which was now level with his face. I could swear that his lips parted slightly, which just made things even hornier for me. Paul let out a cocky laugh, but I could see that his dick was rising too, even before he got the same treatment as me. "You're next, assume the position" Mr Jones said in a firm but slightly excited voice. As I looked down, I could see that Mr Jones was tenting his shorts with his big fat, cock straining the material. Paul brushed past me and his hard arse made brief contact with my hard cock. He now stood directly in front of Mr Jones, hands on hips. "Sir, what's that?" he said in a cocky, challenging voice, pointing directly at Mr Jones' rising bulge. Mr Jones was momentarily speechless. His faced showed a mix of anger at being challenged, nervousness at the implications of being caught with a hard on but also an unmistakeable look of desire as he directly faced Paul's fattening cock which was now on the cusp of being fully hard. "I don't think you should be getting hard around naked pupils, do you? I should probably go and check with the headmaster once we're done here." Paul said in a cocky, triumphant tone I recognised from when he'd get up to some mischief on one of our regular rugby trips. "Don't use that tone with me" Mr Jones shot back and began to stand up, suddenly realising that his big fat cock was poking up at an angle in his tight shorts. Paul laughed and before Mr Jones could continue, said "there's one way you can make this right, but you'll need to get naked like us." "You can't speak to me like this" Mr Jones said, sounding like he didn't really mean it, his cock growing all the time. Paul walked the few steps towards Mr Jones and, with both hands, pulled his teacher's shorts all the way down over his muscular, hairy legs and round, firm arse. I'd seen Mr Jones flacid or with a semi on lots of occasions but had never seen his magnificent cock at full mast. I was so close that I could smell the distinctive musk of his sweaty uncircumcised cock which was already glistening with pre-cum. His long foreskin was most of the way down the head of his cock which now looked like it was a good seven and a half inches long and two inches thick. His face looked flushed with a mix of embarrassment and extreme excitement. This was like a red rag to a bull to Paul who suddenly slapped My Jones' right arse cheek, making a great thwacking sound as his hand made contact with the hard slab of meat. He kept his hand there and gave it a feel for good measure, then inserted his ring finger into Mr Jones hole. I had a bird's eye view of this humiliation which got Paul fully hard. Mr Jones winced as Paul's finger disappeared up his hole but by the look of the precum leaking from his cock, he was enjoying every second of it. Paul withdrew his finger, sniffed it then thrust it under my nose for a smell. It smelt so hot, like Paul's but with an added manly musk. "Your hole needs a good clean, Jones" Paul said in his cockiest tone yet. "Bend over, now" Paul instructed. To our complete surprise, Mr Jones did as he was told, exposing his hairy, open hole to Paul and me. "On you knees and eat him out", Paul commanded me. I obeyed immediately, salivating at the thought of getting my tongue up Mr Jones' delicious looking hole. As I worked my way up Mr Jones' accommodating hole, Paul stood in front of his face and started slapping his rock hard cock on our teacher's lips. Paul laughed as Mr Jones looked on helplessly before surprising us both once again by opening his mouth and taking Paul's length in. Paul stepped back at first but, with a glint in his eye soon thrust his cock back into Mr Jones mouth with force. He was loving it - the sense of control clearly turned him on like nothing else, but he was also loving the sensation of Jones deep throating him. As he face fucked Mr Jones, I probed deeper and deeper in his arse, also using my fingers to loosen him up further. Paul's face fucking went on for a couple of minutes as Mr Jones took him in deeper and deeper. I remember thinking that he must have done this before. Mr Jones moaned with every thrust and by now his cock was oozing so much precum he looked ready to explode. "Flip over, bitch" Paul blurted out which prompted Mr Jones to lie on his back, exposing his close to erupting cock to us both. I switched my attention away from his hole to his rock hard cock and started working my right hand up and down the shaft. I can't have managed four or five strokes before he was shooting his man juice everywhere. I'd never seen someone cum so much. I lost my load when a big splurge of his cum hit Paul on his hard left pec, scribbling down to leave a trail down to his stomach. My spunk lay across Mr Jones' legs and the floor, making a right mess of the place. Paul laughed as he scooped up a bit of the cum and licked it off his finger. Mr Jones looked on lustfully. "Guess that just leaves me" Paul said with a glint in his eye as the bell for the end of the school day rang in the background. He started working his hot, hard cock, generating even more pre-cum which flew around as his hands reached the tip of his cockhead. Within another thirty seconds, cum was gushing out of Paul's cock like a fountain spraying Mr Jones' chest and face. He emptied every last drop of cum from his cock on his teacher who had a broad smile on his face. Without thinking about it, Paul picked up the jock strap I'd spotted earlier and and wiped his chest of the cum from Mr Jones's deflating cock. As if to show he was the boss, Paul bent forward and put the jock strap on. He looked so hot, packing out the stained white pouch with his own pendulous balls and big cock. Without saying a word, he shot Mr Jones a cheeky grin, turned his back and headed out of the office. A cum covered Mr Jones and I looked on as Paul's arse was exposed by his jock as he walked his way over to the benches to get dressed. I followed Paul, re-tracing the steps we had taken just ten minutes earlier on our way to giving Mr Jones a good seeing to. With all our classmates having left, it was just us and Mr Jones. I looked back and said "Sir, don't you want to wash that cum off you? I'll wash your back of you like." With that he got on his feet and followed me in for round two. - - To be continued - -