Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2002 00:59:59 -0600 From: Justin Kase Subject: Next part (10) of Chad and Jeremy's little bro It was High School Football Playoff Time and we were on the road following the team. I was in junior high, 13 years old, horny as ever and about as out of control of my body than any time. Chad and I went along with his friend Chris, really his parents. Chris' dad loved the football team, he was a star on the team when he was a kid and always paid attention to the team. They picked us up early in the morning, it was dark and cold and the air had a bite when we walked out. I barely had time to piss and get out the door when they woke me up. When I was a little kid it was easy to just wake me up enough to throw me in the back of the car and let me go back to sleep. I'm sure my mom was thinking that she was being nice and letting me sleep, but I was older and had other needs. While most morning started off with a jacking session, I could live without that. It was that I woke up every morning with a huge hard boner. It took awhile to let it go down enough to piss. That was usually why I jacked in the morning. Chris was standing in the hall, waiting for us, I stood there and swayed a little as I waited to get soft enough to piss. Placing my feet way back and leaning against the back wall, I finally got the right angle to hit the toilet, or at least close enough for that morning. Chris even came to the door of the bathroom to commiserate with me. Or just to look at my boner. In the backseat of the car, we snuggled under the stadium blankets we would need at the game. I could smell the old cigars, peanuts, spilled hot chocolate, and that particular scent you get no where but an open air stadium. Chad to my right and Chris snugged up close on my left, I felt the heat from their bodies but I was still shivering in the early morning cold. Everyone else was talking about the game and the last time they went that way, fishing and camping. I was asleep again before we hit the highway. I thought I had slept a long time in the car but it was still pitch black when I woke up. My boner was pressing hard against my jeans. A hand was laid on my thigh, it took a moment to realize it was Chris'. I don't think he had anything to do with my hardness but it was close enough that I thought about it and enjoyed the thought. I put my hand in my lap and let my fingers play with my boner through the denim. Chris and Chad laid their heads my way, resting on the top of my head. Chris' mom was talking softly to his father, who just really grunted a response as he concentrated on the road. I was enjoying the thought of playing with my boner with people, including some one's mother, just a few inches away. We made it way early to the stadium, stopping along the way at a hotel restaurant in a little town along the way. Our school colors were all around, cars covered in shoe polish and plastic streamers, cute little sayings about State, champs, and doing stuff to the other team were written on Chevy's, Ford's and Winnebago's. It seemed like the convoy reached the restaurant at the same time. We, three boys were at least 3 deep waiting to piss at the urinals. I paid attention as old wrinkly dicks, teen peckers, and teenie weenies were zipped back up inside pants and jeans. I was enthralled by a dad helping a kid about 6 get all his stuff back inside, the boys multiple layers of long-johns complicated things. I didn't get to see any pee-pee, but the nearness of the dad's hands to the boy's goodies got my interest, so much so that Chad had to nudge me for my turn at the urinal. I went to the games, but never really got into the play on the field. Taking the lead from my brothers, we always seemed to find more fun things to do under or around the stadium. We were to sit in the student section, while Chris' parents got seats on the 49 and 48 yard line. Mr. Petersen was already there on the 50, like he has been each and every game before and since. We took off to explore, there was a high school across the parking lots and practice fields, not the opponent's but the school that had a nice enough stadium to be the neutral site for the game. We made it to the school, figuring which doors to try to get in when we saw the coaches coming out of the lockerroom. We got inconspicuous as the Copenhagen spitting, cliche spouting, Bengay smelling coaches moved to the stadium for their seats. We walked right in, it smelled like every lockerroom I have ever been in. The scent of balms and athletic tape mixed with the aroma of sweat and moldy showers. We were respectful of the wall of pictures of former players that had made it to All-District or All-State, or to play college ball. The big picture, autographed, of the player that made it to the pros. I'm not sure being an offensive lineman for the New Orleans Saints in the 70's was anything to really brag about, but that big ol' snarling head of the former high school hero was blown up to life size. We walked past some locked doors, the training room and such, and into the football lockerroom. I could tell they weren't in the playoffs, no shoulder pads or helmets remained in the lockers. Tennis shoes had replaced the cleats, and socks, jocks, and t-shirts hung where jerseys once were. About half were completely empty, the seniors. Some had names like Meat, Stumpy, Wild-child on white tape on the nameplates on the lockers. One locker was beaten in, about head-high for a high school kid, we wondered if he had his helmet on or just bashed it in with his head. We kept going, down a very dark hall and into another lockerroom. This one was cramped, small little lockers, benches instead of individual chairs, shirts and shorts hanging on hooks. We could tell this was the basketball lockerroom, not nearly as nice as the football lockerroom, the way it is in this state. With no doors on the lockers, it invited us to look, to go through the stuff hung there. We checked to make sure no one else was in there. The way I went ended in the showers, I still have nightmares about that. Tiles falling out, soap scattered on the floor, water dripping from all the nozzles, dark and scary. I also checked the bathroom part, 2 sinks, 2 urinals, and 4 toilets. Not just any toilets, there were no stalls, instead there were 2 toilets on each side, facing each other. They were so close that if boys sat on both sides, their knees would touch. The ones side by side were close enough that I think your neighbors butt cheeks would flap if you farted. That caused me to have all kinds of images, to think of the possibilities of what could happen with that set up. I catch myself now days thinking of that, and now about the guy who came up with that design. Satisfied that no one was around, I met back up with Chris and Chad. We went through the clothes hanging, looking at pictures hung on the locker walls of girls, and even checked the text books left in the lockers. We even found Stumpy's locker again, the books in his locker led us to believe his real name was Eugene, Stumpy was probably the better choice. Checking his jock hanging in his locker, I don't think I could call him Stumpy, it looked way big enough. Chad was swapping jocks, putting one boy's jock into the locker of another's. The jocks were really all that got our attention. I held up one in front of me. The cup covered my whole front. I wondered how big the balls in that thing had to have been, I think my entire head could have been held up in that supporter. I went around the corner and found another jock, much smaller. This one I slipped over my pants and walked out so Chad and Chris could see. I modeled it as they laughed and hooted. Chris came back to where I was and grabbed another jock. He told me to put it on, I started to pull it over my jeans but he told me to do it for real. It took a little convincing, I didn't want to get caught with my pants down, and I was about half hard. Chris convinced as Chad convinced Chris to try one on too. Chris tossed me the jock he picked out, hitting me in the face intentionally. I was hit with that great smell; cum, sweat, piss, hormones - boy. I pulled my jeans off over my shoes, struggling to get them loose. They both urged me to take my undies off too. Then slid the jock right up between my legs. The waist band was tight enough, it was holding the jock up. But the cup was loose, I had about an inch below my balls to where the pouch met the straps. I wiggled my hips fast and hard, letting my boner slap against my body. I held up my shirt and jacket to let them see my balls and boner flop back and forth. I was a hit, entertaining those boys. There was a lot of air on each side of the jock. I never really had tight fitting underwear as I was growing up. I think it was mostly because by the time I got the underwear, Chad and probably Jeremy has about worn them out. When ever I would wear just underwear, which was a lot when I was growing up, the legs of my undies would expose every little thing I had. Chris was smarter than me as he slipped his shoes off before he dropped his pants. I saw that pretty dick pop right out. I had seen it a lot closer several times before, and after, but I did always like to see it, I even had categories for it. It was almost at the top of hardness, unbendable, but still pink. I was a little disappointed as he covered it up in some other boy's jock. I felt Chris' pride when his dick and balls filled the pouch. He didn't really show off like he was as big as some high school b-ball player, but by the way he tugged at the waist band to snug up the jock, I could tell he was thinking that. Chad helped me snug mine up, he pulled my jock up to my armpits. It still wasn't enough to hurt me but they both oooohhhed, and ooowwwwed as the jock swallowed me up. I lowered the jock to just under my nipples, the straps behind felt strange suspended over my back. I was getting harder as I let my jacket and shirt down. I thought I could go out like that, feeling aroused wearing it under my clothes. Then Chris started talking about what he was feeling. He said he could feel the other boy's cum in the jock, the stiff places that it left. It was stiffer than the little dried piss stains, and much stiffer than all the dried sweat in the jock. I don't think he could really feel the difference but I got even harder as I tried to feel those things in the jock I had on. The nerve endings in my dick and balls were on high while they sought out the old cum stains. I even continued to walk through the lockerroom, looking for a smaller jock to put on so that I could feel the cum and piss. Right by the coach's room door was a locker with polo shirts rather than b-ball jerseys. The student-trainer had a nice good looking jock, much smaller and closer to my size. I took off the big one, a long line of precum stretched all the way from my dick to where I hung that jock up in the trainer's locker. It felt like the pouch of that jock was caressing my balls as I pulled it up. I tucked my boner down and to the left. I would normally just go straight down, but when it was all boned up like that, it would only bend and tuck to the left. I then got a lesson about jock wearing. Chris told me that my dick was supposed to point straight up in the jock. That way if I got a boner while in PE it would just point up and not out. He showed me his, opening up the waist band and letting me look in. I got to admit, letting my boner shoot straight up did feel much better, but I felt a little more vulnerable, with my balls left uncovered by my dick. Chad never did try on a jock, he was sitting by the lockers as Chris and I played, tugging and pulling. Even a little dick to dick play. His dick was hard, I could clearly see it bulging down his leg. I had seen Chad pull it out hard plenty of times and I knew exactly where to look if he had boner. Chris warned Chad that if he kept it up, he was going to cum in his jeans and have to go through the game and the ride home in cummy pants. Well, that ended up with a challenge for Chris and I to jack off inside the jocks. I thought it was a great idea. I was beating my meat immediately. I shot a load of cum in that student-trainer's jock faster than Chad could pull his boner out and join the deposits. They made some comments about how quick I got through. They were convinced that I had all my fun, that I was through cuming. While they were cranking away, I swapped out the cummy jock for the one I had taken off a while ago. I really didn't get soft. When I was that age, I stayed hard most of the time. I'm not sure how big I was but I was just getting a good set of pubes. They were still a little whispy, but they were starting to fill in. My balls were hanging lower but they had a long way to go. While Chris was jacking with his hand inside the jock and Chad pulling on his dick sticking out between his zipper, I was jacking again. With some of the previous cum still left in my dick, I was making that slopping sound. I was a loud wet clicking with every stroke. We all giggled at the sound. Just after Chris had started to cum in his jock, I exploded a second time. It felt like an explosion anyway, even though it was just a good sized cum that kinda just dribbled out of my dick, still felt great. Another few tugs and Chad was squirting in some boy's jock. His cheeks were red, like had been in the cold watching a football game. His dick was redder all up and down and his dick head was dark red, almost purple. It looked so cool and colorful as the white cum shot out. We were all slumped back against the lockers, with limp little dicks shrinking between our legs. We were regaining our strength as we heard the band in the distance crank up, it wouldn't be long before the game started and we had to get there. We carefully replaced the jocks on the hooks, making sure the cum wouldn't spill out. Chris was dressed quickly, I fought to turn my jeans right side out. Chris and Chad made me nervous, like some one was coming, that just made it harder to undo my jeans. When I finally got my undies and pants back on, we headed back to the game, giggling and laughing and so proud of what we did. Speculating on the reaction by those basketball boys when they put on jocks full of cum. Wondering if they ever would know. And Chris and Chad laughed at how yucky it was going to be for the guys that would end up wearing another boy's jock. I thought that it was weird that they thought it was yucky, Chris and I just boned up by wearing those same jocks. The game was uneventful, the trip back was time spent under the stadium blankets. As soon as it was dark, as soon as Chad was asleep, as soon as Chris' parents were paying more attention to the road than us, Chris' hand found its way to unbutton my jeans and slip it into my undies. For hours, my boner was played with by Chris. Chris' fingertips would explore the piss opening of my dick, like he was convinced he could put a finger inside. The stroking and squeezing was calming and exciting. And when I finally got home and finished jacking, it felt like my dick was buzzing all night long. While this story doesn't have nearly the amount of sex that some of my other stories do, it was what popped up in my memory. Those memories always seem to be ignited by events of the day, just as this one was by the trip to today's playoff game. I couldn't help wonder and imagine what was going on as boys wandered around and outside the stadium. I hope there are still some people out there that enjoy my stories. I love the guys that send the comments to me. It makes me feel good about entertaining some one. They can keep emailing me at sbc_tek@hotmail.com