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From: blueeyeboy@aol.com (BlueEyeBoy)
Newsgroups: alt.support.jock-strap
Subject: Reading Jock Strap Labels
Date: 11 Mar 1995 18:12:58 -0500

"Reading Jock Strap Labels"
(A Real Life Story)


This happened back in the eighth grade, many years ago. Three of us
aspiring athletes were running the track. Garth, Dale, and I all competed
aggressively against each other. We were all working hard to get our
adolescent bodies in shape for our respective athletic teams. We were all
loaded with testosterone, each wanting to show up the other. We pushed
ourselves as hard as we could, each wanting to be the best jock of the
threesome.

Garth and I were big, chunky basketball boys. We worked out in the
preferred sneaker of big, chunky basketball boys: white, high Converse
Chuck Taylors. Dale was the distance running type. I remember that he had
on some type of flat Adidas training shoe, probably the model they called
the "Antelope." (Those were very popular.)

We all three ran hard, competing against each other, until all three of us
were exhausted. We did that quite a bit. We were all three good friends,
and we had lockers close together.

We went in and started getting undressed. We all three took off our sweaty
T-shirts. Then, Dale got a strange idea. He said, "Garth, what brand of
jock strap are you wearing?" He pulled off his shorts and said, "Bike
Number 10." Dale pulled off his shorts and said, "Bauer and Black."

They both looked at me and said, "Charlie, show us the label on YOUR jock
strap!" At that time, I just started getting erections, and I didn't want
to show off my jock strap. They both said, "C'mon, Charlie, show us the
label!" Since I'd seen both Garth's and Dale's labels, I certainly
couldn't refuse. So, I pulled off my shorts.

Garth said, "Charlie, you have your jock strap on inside-out. The label's
supposed to be on the OUTSIDE. And you have a boner, too!" Dale chuckled
at that. I pulled my jock strap out so they could read the label:
"Towncraft, by J. C. Penney." And then, much to my chagrin, I had an
orgasam and shot off all over the place!"


A few seconds later, I woke up to a surprising feeling and wet underwear.
I wondered for a little bit what was wrong. Then, I realized: "Oh, THAT'S
what a WET DREAM is like!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Garth, Dale, and I indeed did run against each other many a
time. We indeed compared jocks. The only time I came when we did it was
during this wet dream...

--Charlie