Date: Sat, 17 Feb 2018 22:06:40 +0000
From: jake 98 <jakejake98@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Series-Making the Team

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Making the Team Series

Volume 1

The lines of square tiles felt heavy under the feet of Justin as he was
headed to the counselor's office.  Why had he let Patrick talk him into
going out for spring training.  The fact that he had to drop his trousers
in front of the doctor was embarrassing, but what made it more embarrassing
was the fact that he got hard when the doctor asked him to cough while he
had his hand under my balls.  The heat from his hands sent a bolt right to
Justin's cock, and of course there was nothing to do but let his cheeks go
red.  "Don't worry about it son" the doctor had said, "It happens all the
time".  The strange thing was that nothing like that had ever happened to
Justin.  Around 6th grade, Justin had started feeling the "stirrings" of
lust, and he remembered asking his friend about why his dick got hard when
he looked at certain things on the television. However, he had never truly
realized which sex made his dick go hard.  He didn't realize that the way
the lawn boy would mow the grass with his shirt off made his little guy
jump.  He never noticed that when he rubbed up against his friend at a
sleepover, his cock was throbbing.  He blamed it all on tight clothing, or
his underwear getting in a knot.  It wasn't until his freshman year of high
school that he began to realize where his cock was pointing when it shot
up.  He had a problem with staring a little too long at hot guys in his
Biology class, as well as looking longer than usual when pep rallies went
on and the jock's were in their uniforms.

He had passed his physical and had to get his schedule changed to football
for his last period.  He recalled the first day of spring training as he
strolled into the field house with Patrick.  They had both been assigned a
temporary locker, but they were on opposite sides of the room.  The coach
had told them that they had to get undressed and put on their work-out
clothes.  Justin had never undressed in front of another male besides his
father before he grew into the "wanting privacy" phase.  Justin made his
way to his locker with his bookbag.  Other players were beginning to show
up and he could smell the male musk begin to fill his nostrils.  He was
sporting a semi and began to worry if any of the other players would
notice.  He found his locker and luckily none of the players had started
undressing yet.  He laid his bookbag down and looked at the guys around his
locker.  He was in a corner set of lockers and his was the only one in the
middle that way he could face the wall when he undressed.  He was thanking
his luck stars for this as he pulled off his shirt.  Both guys beside him
followed suit, and he couldn't help but notice their muscles as the shirts
slipped off.  He dared not let his eyes wander too long, and he began
unzipping his pants.  He pulled the button apart on his jeans and dropped
them to the floor.  On his way back up from the floor, he noticed that both
players were naked.  He let himself take a quick glance to the left, and he
got a glimpse of his first jock cock.  He noted that it had to be at least
6 or 7 inches flaccid.  The most impressive thing to Justin was how much
hair the guy had around his guy.  He had a thing for bearish type, and he
could feel the bulge in his undies rising.  Justin grabbed hold of his
bulge and started to think of anything that would make it go down...
dinosaurs... cotton candy... Toilets... He almost had it all the way down
when he made the mistake of looking to his right.  The most luscious
bubble-butt greeted his eyes.  This guy's ass cheeks were the equivalent of
two basketballs.  It was an ass that any closeted-gay would love to sink
his teeth into.  The hair on the jock's ass wasn't quite darkened in yet,
and Justin was so mesmerized by it that he almost reached out and grabbed
it.  He slapped himself in the face to snap out of it and dropped his
undies on the floor.  He made sure his wood wasn't seen by the other two
players, and he quickly put on his workout wear.  So as not to linger and
put himself in a bigger bind, he made his way back towards the front of the
fieldhouse.  At the front of the fieldhouse was where the football coaches
office was.  His office had three see through windows in it.  All three
coaches stood chatting in their underwear as Justin passed the windows.
One coach had on a pair of white briefs, and the other two coaches had on
boxers.  Even though it was a quick glance, and he had to force himself to
move on, he noticed that the coach with the briefs on had quite a bulge.
Almost like he was sporting a semi in front of the other two coaches.  He
wondered what was underneath those briefs.  All three coaches were rather
hairy, and all three were sporting a little pudge, but the muscles on this
coach made Justin store the mental image in his spank bank for later. As he
jogged out to meet the other players after leaving the field house, he had
wondered what was in store for him these next couple of weeks.

After what seemed like 5 forevers, the coach blew the whistle for the
players to line up.  He found out that the coach he lusted for was one of
the assistant coaches.  His name was Coach D.  Nobody really knew why he
was called Coach D because his name was Andrew Jenkins, but the bulge
Justin had saw gave him a sneaky suspicion of what the "D" actually stood
for.  Coach D had taken the bulky ones to a separate part of the field and
made them sit with there legs bent and feet together on the ground.  Since
Justin had a little extra weight on his bones, he went with the bulky ones.
Coach D made them sit in a line and stretch out their knees to wear they
looked like butterflies sitting.  They had to hunch over and hold their
feet to stretch their groin muscles.  Justin's lack of wearing a loose
fitting underwear made his bulge pop up again.  The coach was making his
way down the line and putting pressure on everyone's knees to make sure
they were super stretched.  When he made his way to Justin, He put his
knees further up his legs and pushed.  He had only touched the knees of
everyone else.  The pain was excruciating, and he had forgotten he was
still sporting a woody.  Coach D gingerly touched his bulge with his
pointer finger and said, "Come see me later about this son".  Justin could
only imagine what Coach D had in store for him at the end of practice.

**If you enjoyed the flashback, you will have a lot more in store when we
flash forward again as Justin heads to change his schedule.. Stay Tuned**