Date: Thu, 4 Feb 2021 17:14:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Jockbros Jockbros Subject: Jockboy Adventures - Andy chapter 1 I know it's been a while guys, sorry. New POV character here, but don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the other guys. I was chatting with a buddy who was talking about how his Dad used to chill naked around the house, and it brought back some memories for me of a friend's Dad, so I had to get this story written first. It was gonna be one chapter, but then I realized it was a super long chapter, so I broke it down into chapters 1-2-3. Send me an email, let me know what you think - open to suggestions, too. And if you had cool locker room experiences when you were in middle school/high school/ college (like I did), I wanna hear all about it. And remember - nifty depends on donations, so if you like reading here, contribute if you can at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Jockboy Adventures - Andy Chapter 1 - Gym Class and Varsity Swim Nick was the kind of guy who just always seemed at ease. He was confident, maybe even a little cocky, but not obnoxious about it. It probably helped that he was a three sport athlete like me. The only difference was that he played all the cool popular sports (football, basketball, and baseball) while I was on the less popular teams (cross country, swimming, and track). We'd had some classes together in middle school, and quite a few mutual friends. In 10th grade we had gym class together, and that's when we got to be close. There were some other guys in our gym class who were pretty big, but Nick and I were probably the best all around athletes in our class. Normally Coach would split us up on separate teams; if we were on the same team the other team wouldn't stand a chance. So we got to have fun competing against each other a bit, getting a good workout in. Our schedules were great - gym was our last morning class right before lunch. So we could burn some calories and then refuel. It also meant we didn't have to rush to get to our next class, so we could take our time in the locker room. Nick was obviously comfortable in the locker room. I assumed this was thanks to the time he spent suiting up and stripping down with his various teammates - I know that's how it was for me. Modesty just didn't exist on the swim team. But it was early fall, so cross country and football season, and we'd just gotten pretty sweaty playing some flag football. "Damn," Nick said as we walked back into the school, "I'm sweaty as hell. I think I'm gonna grab a shower before lunch." I pulled my t shirt collar out and took a sniff under my shirt. "Yeah man," I replied. "Me too. Good idea. I got a towel in the team room, you think Coach will unlock it?" "Hope so, that's where mine is too," Nick laughed. "Thank god!" Coach answered when we stuck our heads in his office to ask. "I can't believe how many guys just walk out of here and go through the rest of their day smelling like hot garbage." He got up and grabbed his keys, and continued talking to us as we walked back toward the team room. It was another part of the locker room where teams had their lockers, usually kept locked during the day. "I used to give everybody plenty of time to shower at the end of class, but then nobody would, and they would just take an extra five minutes to mess around and get in trouble. So I stopped doing it. But I'm glad to see at least a couple of you aren't idiots. And I can give you late passes today if you need." "Nah, we're good Coach - just have lunch after this," Nick said. "Ah, ok then. That's easy. Take your time then boys," Coach said as he headed back towards his office. We went to our respective team areas to grab our towels. I had barely grabbed my towel when Nick reappeared next to me, buck naked with his towel over his shoulder. "Come on man, let's go!" I tried not to look at his dick - but I mean, all guys compare, right? "Dude you're fuckin fast!" I said as I quickly kicked off my sneakers, dropped my shorts and undies, peeled off my shirt and followed him to the showers. We took shower heads on the same pole, and I was relieved to see Nick give my package more than one glance. We were different body types, but both in pretty great shape. I was all shoulders and skinny legs thanks to swimming, while Nick was all around more muscular, especially in his legs. Our junk was pretty comparable too - similar sized cocks and nutsacks, similar amount of pubes. When Nick raised his arm to wash his pits I saw they were hairy like mine. "You guys always shower after football?" I asked. Our practices were all at staggered times, so our teams were rarely in the locker room together. "I do," Nick said, "but not everybody. More guys when it's really hot or really muddy. But there's a bunch of guys who just never shower." "Yeah," I agreed, "we always have some cross country guys who won't. So we usually strip them down out on the trail and make them run back naked. Usually cures them pretty quick." Nick roared with laughter. "It's usually the less, uh, developed guys, if you know what I mean. So those guys on your team that won't shower probably have tiny little dicks with no pubes." We both laughed again. "Maybe we should try the cross country strategy," Nick said. "Yeah, well with cross country, you only gotta take get off their shirt and shorts. Football would be way harder," I replied. "Haha, true. Tough to get the pads off even when you want to," Nick said. "Wait, you guys all go commando?" "Well our shorts have the built in liner, so..." I shrugged. "Yeah but still. Your junk must bounce all over. You don't wear a jock?" Nick asked. "Nah man..." I shrugged. My cock and balls could probably use some more support while running, but then I thought about some of my teammates, and how easy it was to see their meat flopping back and forth as they ran, and I was kind of happy nobody did. "Our football pants are tight as hell, and I still wear a jock to keep everything in place," Nick said. "Doesn't everybody?" I asked. "Nah, not everybody," Nick answered. Depends on what position you play - some guys wear a cup, some just a jock, some nothing at all." "Oh damn, I figured you guys all wore cups," I said, surprised. "Don't really need to for football. I just wear a jock cause my Dad got me started wearing them and they're actually comfortable as hell. Keeps everything supported and in place," Nick said, as he lightly grabbed himself to illustrate. "Cool. I dunno man, my Dad never said anything about it. I don't think he was much of an athlete though...was yours?" I asked. "Oh yeah. I don't know how good he was, but he's still in good shape now, and always gives me pointers after games and stuff," Nick said. "That's awesome. Wish I could ask my Dad stuff like that," I said. "Yeah, well...it gets old," Nick said with a laugh. "But it can be pretty cool too. Well you should come over sometime, he's always happy to talk about any and all sports. I bet he'll tell you to wear a jock, though, haha." "Maybe I'll try one sometime," I said, noncommittal. "You should man, bet you'll love the feeling. You done?" Nick asked as he finished rinsing off. "Yup, I'm good," I answered. We turned off our showers and walked over to our towels. We dried off on our way back to the team room. When I got to my locker, I realized my school clothes were out in my gym locker. I wasn't sure what to do, but I started by pulling on my briefs. Then Nick appeared again, naked again, carrying his clothes. "You're not gonna put that same sweaty underwear back on, are you?" Nick asked. "Well I didn't think to bring an extra pair, so..." I trailed off. "Yeah, me neither," Nick said. "So I guess I'm going commando the rest of the day!" "For real man?" I said, incredulous. "Yeah I can't be smelling like swamp ass and sweaty balls all afternoon," Nick said as he walked away. "All right man if you say so..." "Why not? You just showered, you know your ass is clean. What's the big deal?" he asked. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I've just never done it before," I said with a nervous laugh. "I thought you said you went commando for cross country?" Nick retorted. "Well..come on, that's different. I meant I haven't come to school commando. Have you?" I asked. "No, me neither," Nick admitted with a sheepish laugh. So we both tossed our sweaty underwear in our gym lockers and pulled on our school shorts. "Feels weird," I said. "Feels good!" Nick corrected me. "Yeah man...not bad," I laughed. We finished up and headed to the cafeteria where we each went to sit with our teammates. When I saw Nick between 8th and 9th period in the hallway, he gave me a knowing look and an "Ehhh?" basically asking how freeballing through the afternoon was going. I just smiled, laughed, and gave him a fist bump as we went our separate ways. I was worried my jeans would feel too rough on my junk, but it wasn't a problem. It felt all right to have my dick and balls swinging free in my pants, but it felt even better to have this little secret bro bond with Nick. I felt rugged and manly, and definitely had a little extra swagger. During cross country that afternoon, I was more aware than ever of every move my dick made as I ran, thinking about what Nick had said about trying a jock. At the end of practice, I took a little walk around the locker room to see if anyone wore one, and happened to catch a few of the senior guys stripping off jocks along with their shorts. Maybe I should get one...but I never talked about anything like that with my Dad...I was rinsing off in the showers and feeling down about that when I realized my towel was still damp from my gym class shower. Damn. As the year went on, I remembered to bring a second towel and change of underwear for after gym, and Nick did the same. We got to be closer friends, and pretty comfortable with each other, clothed or naked. There was a pretty large group of athletic guys that were all friends, and we were both part of it, so we'd hang out at parties and stuff - every girl we knew had a sweet 16 party that year. Soon it was time for basketball and swimming to start. On the first day of the season, we were rinsing off in the showers after gym and talking about what we were and weren't looking forward to at practice that afternoon. We discovered we both had an hour and a half to kill between the end of school and the time practice started. "Dude, come over to my house after school," Nick offered. He lived just a couple blocks from school. "A bunch of basketball guys are gonna come over, you should too." "Oh, cool man, that'd be great," I answered. "Way better than just staying and waiting around here." So I met up with the basketball guys and we went over Nick's. I'd never been inside his house before, and it actually wasn't quite as big as it looked from the outside. His parents were both at work and his younger sisters weren't home from school yet, so we had the place to ourselves. That became the routine - if I didn't have anything I had to do at school, I would go hang out at Nick's with the JV basketball team. It's amazing Nick's parents let him keep having us over, because we ate everything we could find, and probably left a bit of a mess. Well, I should say...they ate everything they could find. The one day I ate a lot, I felt like absolute garbage during practice. You gotta eat enough to have energy to swim, but you don't want to swim on a full stomach, and I learned that the hard way. I ended up having to ask Coach to get out of the pool to use the bathroom. "Coach..." I said when I got to the end of a lap, afraid I was about to explode, "can I go to the bathroom? I don't feel good..." "Sure, get back here quick and be ready to make up what you miss," Coach answered. I got out and grabbed my towel as I ran for the locker room bathroom. I knew I didn't have long, though I wasn't sure which end it was gonna come out of. I'd also never used the locker room shitters before. I generally took my dumps right after school at home, because most of the toilets at school had stalls but no doors. The locker room was no exception, but the two toilets were kind of isolated at the end of the bathroom area. So no one would walk by or anything. I rushed into the furthest stall, pulled down my speedo and sat in the nick of time. After the initial wave of relief passed, I heard voices coming into the locker room and realized wrestling practice must have just ended. I wasn't done shitting my brains out, so I wondered if anyone was gonna come and discover me. The locker room was pretty big, and the bathrooms were at the back near the entrance to the pool, so I might get through this without total embarassment. But before I knew it, I heard a couple guys come into the bathroom area. "Damn, somebody funked it ALL up back here," guy 1 announced as they both started laughing. "Fuck this, I'll just piss in the shower," he continued as I heard him walk out. "Good for you bro...wish me luck," guy 2 called after him. As he took a couple of steps towards me I got really nervous about being found there, naked on the can with my speedo around my ankles. I hoped he would just take the first stall. "Oh shit!" he said, "didn't realize anybody else was in here." He must have seen my knees sticking out or something; he was obviously surprised. "Sorry man," I mumbled. "Nah man don't worry about it, just didn't know you were in here, I usually have the place to myself. Not many other dudes'll use these," he said as he sat down. "Yeah...well...it was kind of an emergency," I sad with an embarrassed laugh. "Haha, I know that feeling bro," he said. "You swimmers though - getting everything wet. Nothing worse than sitting on a wet toilet seat." "Oh, uh...sorry," I apologized again, grateful I was almost done. I'd never noticed anybody else ask Coach to get out of the pool to hit the john, though. "Must be the JV guys, I don't think anybody on our team has used these til now." I started wiping. "I always thought you swimmers were hairless girly little freaks, but it takes balls to use these shitters. And nothing but a real man could smell this whole place up the way you did so..." he trailed off as we both laughed. I stood up and pulled my speedo back on. As I walked past him, I didn't want to make eye contact, but I really did want to know who this guy was. So I gave him a little nod and said, "later man," as I walked by his stall. "Unh, later," he said with a chuckle and a look of strain on his face. I had seen him around school, but I didn't know his name. I was pretty sure he was a senior. I also laughed and called back to him "And good luck? I guess?" as I washed my hands. As I walked out of the bathroom, I passed the doorway to the showers just as a loud fart echoed from his stall. His teammates in the showers were still laughing as I got back out to the pool deck. "That took a while. You okay, son?" Coach said sternly, but in a way that I couldn't tell if he was actually concerned or being sarcastic. "Yessir, all better now," I answered honestly. Fortunately, that was after tryouts, so I had already proved myself and made varsity. - - - - - - - - - - - - As our first meet drew closer, the seniors started talking about rookie initiations. There were only seven of us varsity rookies, and the upperclassmen had been pretty chill with us so far. I mean there was the standard shower banter about who was cut or uncut, had the biggest and smallest dicks and nuts and stuff, but it was all good natured and, at least for me, made me feel like I was part of the team. And I swam pretty well but kind of flew under the radar - not the best and not the worst, so not holding the team back but also not threatening any of the seniors' times. But it seemed like maybe the honeymoon was over. Our first meet was Thursday, and I was a little nervous when they told us rookies to plan on staying after practice on Wednesday night. We got to the end of practice and hit the showers as usual. Everyone kept their suit on for a minute or two to rinse it out before shucking it down and really washing the chlorine off our bodies. Once everyone was naked, senior captain Ray came in with a can of shaving cream and a pack of disposable razors yelling "FIRST MEET TOMORROW...SHAVE PARTY!" I knew that varsity guys shaved their legs for some meets to improve times, but my impression was that it was mostly for regionals and states. It seemed weird to bother doing it for the podunk school we were swimming against that week. "Wait, do you guys shave for every meet?" one of the other rookies asked. "No way! `WE' don't...but rookies do!" Ray roared as the upper classmen all laughed. "Some of you rookies are getting a little cocky, so we wanna remind you who the real men are around here. So you're gonna be shaving everything below the neck." "Everything?!" my buddy Brian asked, incredulous. He had a bit of a happy trail that was starting to lead up from his thick bush, and some hair around his nipples, too. "Yup. Everything. And if you don't wanna do it yourself, we'll do it for you," Ray said with a smirk. "But you might not want us doing your delicate areas...wouldn't wanna nick anything, ya know?" We all groaned. If it wasn't immediately clear, there was no question now: they expected us to shave legs, arms, pits, pubes, chest hair for any guys who had it. "Lather up boys!" Ray and the other captains walked around filling our hands with shaving cream and handing us a razor. I looked around and saw guys starting with their legs, so that's what I did too. It wasn't pretty, I missed some spots and nicked myself a couple times. From the "ows!" and "ahs!" I heard, it seemed like I wasn't the only one. Ray came around to me as I was finishing my legs. "Nice, Andy, nice and smooth. Think how fast you'll be tomorrow!" he laughed. I just looked at him and deadpanned, "Arms too?" "Hmmm let's see...Guys! Come here," he summoned the other captains, "what do you think, does our boy Andy here need to shave his arms?" "Look pretty smooth to me," Jim said. "Well everything is smooth compared to you," Ray said. He was right; Jim had thick dark hair on his legs and arms. "But yeah, I guess you're right, his arms are fine." He lifted up my arm to see my pit hair. "Gotta get all that, though!" I wasn't happy about it, but I lathered up one pit and got to work. It was a little trickier; couldn't really see it all that well, and some weird curves and stuff. The other pit was even worse cause I had to use my left hand. "You struggling there Andy?" Jim said. "That right pit can be hard to get. You need a shave buddy. You know, to help you get all those hard to reach spots. Don't you think Ray?" he hollered. "We should pair them up, huh?" "Oh yeah, shit, how could we forget!" Ray said. They paired me with Brian, who had just finished removing the fur from his legs. "Dude I just need your help with my right pit," I said. "Uh...sure man, no problem," Brian answered, getting another handful of shaving cream from Ray and lathering it up. As he worked, I looked around and saw most of the team had finished their showers and gone home, leaving just the rookies and the captains. The rookies were all paired up, working on each other's armpits as the captains walked around checking our progress and offering advice. Everyone was totally naked, dicks and balls flopping around. Ray had the biggest dick in the room, or at least the bigger show-er. It looked like maybe he kept his pubes trimmed back, which would kind of make sense with his attitude. Jim's looked pretty fat too...maybe it was just more covered my his forest of pubes. My fellow rookie MJ looked to be the smallest - he was only in ninth grade though. And he had the least hair to remove, so right now his youth was a bit of an asset. When Brian finished up, I got to work on him. I just had him put both hands behind his head - might as well help him with both pits. It seemed like he had more hair in his pits than me, but it was definitely easier to shave someone else than trying to do my own. I stalled while Brian took off his chest hair and happy trail. I didn't want to be the first to shave off my pubes, in case the captains were going to say it was all a joke, or we didn't really have to. Just then, Coach stuck his head in the showers. I was glad I had waited - we were gonna be saved! "Hey! How much longer you guys gonna be? I got places to go!" he hollered. "I don't know Coach, hopefully not much longer, but..." Ray said as he gestured at us. "You been taking your sweet time, I guess," Coach said. "How are these rookies ever gonna swim well in their first varsity meet with all these pubes in the way?!" he said with a smirk, pointing at me and Brian. My hopes of keeping my pubes were thoroughly dashed. "I know Coach, we'll get them moving," Jim said. "You do that. And make sure the door closes and locks behind you on the way out. I gotta go," Coach said. "Yessir," Ray and Brian both said. "Well, you heard Coach," Ray said. "Get all that hair off your junk!" He came around and squirted shaving cream directly into our pubes at the base of our cocks. Lathering shaving cream on your cock and balls is basically playing with yourself, and my cock started to respond. "Ah here we go!" Jim whooped. "Rookie shave boners! Don't worry boys, happens to everybody. And actually, it makes it easier to shave." I was glad I wasn't the only one popping wood. I worked slowly and carefully, and managed not to cut myself. I looked up when I finished and saw Ray and Jim going around to the other guys. Ray rubbed his hand across where each guy's pubes used to be, saying whether or not they were smooth enough for their first varsity meet tomorrow. They came to Brian and me last. I was still at about a three quarter chub when Ray rubbed across the top of my dick. It did feel weirdly smooth, and my cock ratcheted another few degrees higher. "Nice and smooth," Ray said, "and it looks like you're pretty excited about it, huh buddy?" "Something like that..." I said. I was mad my pubes were gone, but I didn't want to piss off the captains, either. "Well you're good to go, so you can go home and deal with that stiffy as soon as we check out your shave buddy, here," Ray said as they moved on to Brian. Jim felt up his chest while Ray checked out his crotch. "Looks good to me," Jim said. "Yep. Reminds me of you when you were a rookie," Ray said to Jim. "Haha, yeah! So don't worry kid, you'll get that happy trail back and more," Jim said as he clapped Brian on the shoulder. "But hey, that reminds me..." Ray said as he walked behind Brian, "what are we gonna do about all this hair on his ass?" Jim circled around to look too. "Oh damn. When I was a rookie, the captains made me shave my ass, too." "Uh, I think you mean they made ME shave your ass!" Ray retorted. "Oh yeah," Jim laughed. "So it looks like it's gonna be Andy's job as his shave buddy, huh?" Ray asked rhetorically. I looked at Brian to gauge his feelings about this, but he was looking down and away with his face flushed. Jim noticed too. "It's okay buddy," he said to Brian. "Ray had to do it for me, and it was a little weird, but it's fine. Just don't fart!" We all laughed at that, some of us more nervously than others. "Here dude, assume the position - lean against the wall here." He did, and the other three of us were treated to the view of a pretty hairy asscrack. "Yep. Reminds me of your furry trench Jimbo. Damn, I'm having PTSD flashbacks!" Ray laughed. He squirted shaving cream at the top of Brian's crack. "All right dude, get in there, spread it out." I had hoped gravity would do the work, but the cream wasn't really moving. I mean, I knew his ass was clean - we'd been swimming in heavily chlorinated water for a couple hours - but this still felt pretty dirty. "Don't be shy. Here, I'll help you," Jim said as had me kneel down. Then he took one had on each of Brian's ass cheeks and spread them open. I gingerly reach out and spread the cream down his crack, being careful to not touch his actual asshole. "There ya go," Ray cheered me on. He handed me the razor and told me to start at the top going side to side, and continued squatting next to me giving me pointers. "Feels weird, huh Bri?" Jim asked. Brain just nodded. "But kind of good, too, right? Like that good kind of tickle?" After a minute, Brain reluctantly nodded again. "Haha yup, atta boy." At that moment I felt something touch my thigh, and I glanced down to see that it was Ray's rapidly lengthening cock. I was still at least at a semiboner, so I was glad not to be alone. As I got to the area right around Brian's hole, it was the hairiest part. Ray squirted a little more shaving cream right on it. "Get right in there, buddy. Don't be shy about touching his hole, it feels good. I love it when my girl pops her finger in when she's blowing me. And Jimbo used to love when I'd do it to him, too." "Hey man, what can I say, feels fuckin good haha!" Jim laughed. I swirled the shaving cream in a small circle to spread it out a little, and Brian shuddered involuntarily. So I popped my middle finger in a little and Brian couldn't stifle the "WHOA" that came out of him. "See?" Ray and Jim said at the same exact time, and then laughed. I laughed a little too. Ray had scooted closer to me to see me tease Brian's hole, and his cock was now resting on top of my thigh. He saw me look down at it, and just laughed and shrugged. I looked down at my own boner and did the same. I got back to work, finishing shaving the rest of Brian's crack. I looked to Ray for approval when I was done. "Looks pretty good to me," Ray said. He swiped a finger from the base of Brian's sack all the way up to the top of his crack, eliciting another shudder from him. "Yup, feels good too. You're all set there buddy," Ray said as he gave him a light smack on his ass cheek. As I stood up and Brian turned around, it became clear that Ray and I weren't the only ones sporting wood. Brian and Jim's cocks were sticking straight out in front of them too. "Damn! Look how much bigger their little rookie cocks look without the pubes!" Ray said. Now that we were all hard, Jim's and Ray's looked to be about the same length, and I thought Brian had them both beat. I didn't think it was just because he was shaved, but I didn't think it was a good idea to bring that up. "Haha, yeah," I said as I rubbed where my pubes had been and grabbed my dick a little. I couldn't help it...it just looked so grabable. "Ray, should we take care of these?" Jim asked as he played with his own cock. "Hell yeah, let's do it. Back in the day, rookie shave party used to end with a circle jerk anyhow, til Coach said they had to stop," Ray answered. "Let's see what kind of loads these rookies can shoot." Ray started jacking his cock in earnest, and we all followed suit. Ray put on the best show though, sometimes humping into his fist, sometimes using his free hand to play with his own nipples or nuts. I knew I was getting close, but I didn't want to be the first to blow. Fortunately, Brian suddenly squirted a rope of cum out into the middle of the shower room floor. He let out a little moan as several more shots followed it. "Nice Bri! Attaboy," Jim cheered him on. "See, nothing like a little hole play to whip up a nice load." "Speaking of...you want some help there? For old times' sake?" Ray nodded at Jim. "Sure buddy, any time," Jim answered without hesitation. "These rookies got me all nostalgic for when we were rookies," Ray laughed as he walked over, stroking his cock with his right hand, and stood next to Jim. He reached his left hand behind Jim, and he must have put his finger in Jim's ass, because Jim groaned super loud. "Holy shit man," Jim hissed between heavy gasps, using both hands too stroke his long fat cock. The sight was too much for me. "Oh damn...I think I'm gonna cum..." I said, just before launching my own jizz out into the center of the room. I could barely enjoy it though because Jim was right after me, loudly panting and groaning as spurt after spurt came out of his cock. He didn't shoot very far, but he made a huge puddle of cum on the floor. That just left Ray. "You wanna return the favor buddy?" he asked Jim. "Of course, man, I wouldn't leave my bro hanging with blue balls," Jim laughed. "Lube it up a little though will you?" Ray asked, still beating his meat. "Like you did for me?" Jim grumbled as he squatted down and swirled his hand through the pubble of cum he'd just made. "That should be slippery as hell now," he said as he stood up and plugged a finger into Ray's ass with ease. "Ahhhh," Ray sighed. "That's it." After about thirty seconds he was having the loudest orgasm I'd ever heard. As I watched him stroke his long cock and shoot his load, with his great build, and shaved pubes, I couldn't help but wonder if he should pursue a porn career. Once he finished, we all exchanged looks and started laughing. Everybody washed any lingering shaving cream or cum off themselves and we walked out of the showers. I wasn't thrilled about having a bald crotch, but that was fucking awesome, and I definitely felt a new bond with my teammates. At first I felt good that I was the only one leaving the shower room who hadn't had someone else's finger up their asshole. But then I thought about how they all seemed to like it, and I started to feel a little left out. Maybe I'd have to try it.