Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2012 15:01:41 -0700 From: Allen Coulson Subject: Shared Jock Can I brow your jock," my friend Eric asked? He was standing starkers across from my locker in the row of gym lockers we shared as I was coming from the showers. "Coach R. will kill me if I'm not waring one at roll call," he breathed. Coach R. was known in our high school as "coach dick." At roll call he incised that his students pull down the elastic on their gym shorts just enough to show the larger elastic band of their jock strap. Five "not wearing" would take a full grade point off the grade anyone not waring the required jock strap. They also had to do 25 sit-ups and run around the track four times. My coach; coach M. was more of a bug about us all taking showers, equally required, but he never checked up as much as coach R. and jocks. "I swear it was right here then I took a leak." He said pointing to his small, day to day locker. "Now it's gone!" I knew Eric enough that he would just go in the buff over to the urinal. I tried to live up to his naked self unabashedment as a rule of my masculinity. It flashed through my mind that Eric did not ware regular underwear when he wore jeans, so that was not an option anyway. Warring gym shorts without anything would be uncomfortable to say the least. Like me and a lot of other boys at my school waring Levi's 501s jeans meant you did not need underwear and was like a 99% of the time thing. "Sure dude," I said as I handed him my jock strap. "Thanks dude! Your a life saver," he said as he scrambled into the jock. "I'll get it back to you at SyFy. lit. Who in the hell would steal my jock?" SyFi lit was our fourth period class and one of two classes we shared, the other was English, 7:30 am, first period. He had PE the period after me and we would meet up for lunch. When we would hung out together. "I don't know dude. I was taking my shower," I shrugged. "Thank's Malcolm. Kill anyone you see with an Eric T. labeled jock other than me!," he sighed. Eric was a great looking boy, not much 5' feet something and on his way to being a tall guy , my hight too, so we looked each other eye to eye. He had sandy brown hair, almost blond, and his pubes were the same color. I had thought of him more than once while JOing. My hair is full out brown and I had been doing the "battle of the bulge" since Jr. high. I guess I was/am fairly good looking but, my body always wants to pack on pounds and I am always trying to take them off. I was never one to scarf food. So, yah I am a bit on the chubby side. Eric on the other hand I had seen chow down a large stake dinner with seconds and top it off with a brownie and 3/4 of a quart of rocky road ice cream, had huge portions from the school cafeteria and was always snacking on Snickers bars. He never seemed to put on an ounce. - Sorry, just a minor bitch. O' BTW - My pubes are black. The next morning after English Eric elbowed me and asked, "Can I barrow your jock again? Mine is like totally gone." "Sure, but aren't you going to get a new one?" I asked. "Yah, but I need my Dad to get it or give me the money and he is like totally busy with work. You don't expect me to ask my Mom do you? It was totally embracing to ask for the first one and that was with the notice from school that it and the PE uniform was required. Dad dragged me to the sporting goods store to get it. It's like a father and son thing. I don't want to tell him I got it stolen! How could I explain I got it stolen? It's like I got my dick stolen! I just want to barrow it long enough until I can ask for a new one," Eric entombed. "I know. My Dad took me to the sporting goods store too. It's weird to get your Mom to buy a jock. I don't know why. My mom has gotten tuns of underwear for me but that's normal. I was glad my Dad got the PE stuff for me. - So you want to share my jock for like the rest of the semester or what?" I sighed back. "Yah," he sighed back. So it went for the rest of the week. On Friday Eric told me he would take `our jock' home and put it through the washer. Monday told me that did not happen. After English I saw the same urine stains built up over the week, both me and him. Then there was the new stuff; a cumm stain high on the pouch and into the elastic band. I did not say a word about it. I just took it back and mumbled "My turn." That night our jock strap went home with me. As soon as I got home I shut my self in my room and as gross as it may be I sniffed, licked and totally knew Eric's groin had graced our jock. All the past week I had been thinking of Eric's jock in my/our jock every time I put the thing on and having to cross my legs to stop a hard on. Unless I was alone in my room when I just thought of him. When I handed him our jock the next day the cumm stain was four times as large. At Sic-fi lit he did not seem to even think of giving it back. After English the next day he gave me our jock with a stain covering the pouch and front of the waist band. For the rest of the week and into the next this trading kept on. The pouch and waist band was getting stiff with cumm. On Thursday of the second week at lunch he asked me, "Do you want to sleep over again? I've got my Mom's ok if you want to. We can hang Friday through Sunday if you want. - Maybe put the jock through the laundry or add more to it." "Yah, if you really want to share our jock. I don't think I could go days with out squirting all over the place," I said with a smirk on my face. "I know what you have been doing into it too," Eric gibed and poked me in the ribs. "So you want to do it for real, not just into the jock?" I kidded back. "Hay, we're in the same jock! I'll go as far as you will! You have got to love it as much as I do!" Eric's unmated grin leapt across his face. "Dude; your dick, nuts, and butt in that jock and your face has all that has been on my mind for weeks!," I all but gasped. "Well same here! After I browed your jock I had a boner for most of PE and had to think of a rose bush when I took my shower. The same thing I have to think of when we trade between periods! Are you nuts?," Eric exploded. That Friday my world turned. We got nakies as soon as we got into his room. As soon as our groins touched we started kissing. Soon we were taking turns rubbing our jock all over each other, enjoying how much we were adding to the pouch; modeling the fresh wet jock for each other. By Saturday night it was just us nakies, we did everything two guys can do. No fear! Over the weekend as far has his parents were concerned we were working on a big English project and did not want to be disturbed, only showing up for meals. His Dad complimented us for putting in so much work and wanted to see the results. I can only say we were at my house Tuesday through the next Friday mostly doing English... He finally got a new jock. We broke it in by taking turns like we always had. Once `seasoned' we traded who's was up. We never washed them for the rest of school. To this day I thank the guy who stole Eric's jock! Malcolm Find me at meerschaum1961@yahoo.com Great hugs, peace and sucks in the wonderful mode! This is going to All Kink locker room and Nifty.