Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2023 14:40:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jockbros Jockbros <jockbros@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jockboy Adventures: Jack Chapter 6

As usual, it's been a while. Thanks for your patience.

Jockboy Adventures - Jack Chapter 6

I had thought jacking off at lunch would make me feel better, let me
concentrate, and stop me from being constantly boned up all afternoon.
But then about thirty seconds after I nutted, I got to shower with Coach
and see him completely naked.  So my afternoon classes were also a blur
of "did that really happen?" and "how can I hide this boner?"


Finally classes were over and I walked into the locker room to get
changed for practice.  I dropped my backpack in front of my locker and
stripped down to my briefs. I still had a semi, and it made my bulge look
great, if I may say so. A part of me really liked how much I'd centered
my life around my dick.  I was horny all the time, and I felt powerful
and proud of my dick - after all, it had just fucked two of my teammates
and it was ready for more action.


I headed back to take a piss, saying hi to a couple teammates on the
way.  When I turned the corner and saw the empty toilet, I pictured Coach
on it earlier today and felt my dick get throb.  And there was Jake's
naked ass.  He stood there pissing shirtless, with his sweatpants down
around his ankles.


"What's up man?" I said as I stepped up next to him and whipped out my
dick.


"Hey Jack - damn!  That thing looks angry, aren't you taking care of
him?" Jake asked of my cock.


"Ha, yeah, what can I say, I saw that pasty pale ass of yours and got
all boned up," I joked as I swatted his left cheek.


"Hey you gotta try it man, only way to piss where I don't end up
spraying all over my pants," Jake said defensively.


"Yeah, man, sure," I replied and pushed my briefs down to my knees.
Then quieter, as I waited for my piss to start flowing, "Nah dude, I've
been hard nonstop since Saturday! That was fuckin awesome, and it's all
I can think about.  I even jerked off today at lunch."


"And you're still that boned up? Damn...although yeah, I get like that
sometimes too. Kinda fun though to have a chub all day.  That's why I
went commando in sweatpants today. I could feel my cock swing and you
should've seen all the people checking it out in the hallway. Girls.
Guys.  Teachers! Hahahaha!" he cracked up.


"What's so funny in here?" Brandon said as he came into the bathroom.
"Jesus! I think I'm blind looking at those two white asses.


"Sorry ours aren't covered in fur like yours," I joked back over my
shoulder.


Brandon stepped up to the toilet and tugged his shorts down until they
fell to the floor, saying, "fine, I'll join you."


Soon Brandon was pissing loudly, my stream had just started, and Jake was
pulling his pants up. "See?" he asked, twisting back and forth to show
how visibly his flopping cock was in his sweats.


"Nice," I chuckled.  "Maybe tomorrow."


"Do it man! I will too.  In the meantime - have fun getting that in your
cup," Jake pointed at my dick and laughed his way out of the bathroom.
`


He was right...practice with a mostly hard cock was not fun. Maybe worse
than school.  Cups aren't designed for boners.  It was tough to fit my
constant half chub into it. Then at one point I saw Coach lift his shirt
up to wipe sweat from his forehead, exposing his hairy stomach and the
patch of hair right above his ass, and I was back at full mast.  I had to
point my woody straight up and out of my cup, under the waistband of my
jock.  Not easy to do on the sly; some of my teammates definitely saw me
making adjustments.


But eventually practice ended, and we were all stripping off our pads as
we headed back to the locker room.  Everyone was soaked in sweat.


"Damn I can't wait to get under that cold shower," Ray said.


"Same dude," Derek said, and a few of us grunted in agreement.


"Yeah, I think I might have to rinse off and cool down today too,"
Brandon said.


"Well yeah, with that fur coat you got you must be dying," Jake joked.


Seems like a lot of guys were thinking the same thing - we had the
largest group of guys ever hit the showers.  Me, Jake, Ray, Derek,
Brandon, Colin, Jesse, Phil, Chet, and even Tyler, who barely talked. I
was happy so many guys were joining us, but I probably wasn't going to
be able to get any action from Ray or Derek with so many new guys around.
Whatever, I'll just stroke when I get home.


But once I was in the showers, I was flashing back to earlier that day,
being in there with Coach, both of us naked.  And I got fully, completely
hard.


It took Chet about 3 seconds to notice and make fun of me.  "Yo Jack,
looks like you're locked and loaded over there, haha!"


"Don't point it at me, looks like it's about to go off," Jesse added.


"He must have gotten all turned on watching Brandon's furry ass," Jake
said with a laugh, coming to my rescue and keeping everything light.


"Dude you wish you were as hairy as me," Brandon retorted.


"Honestly I do, you're right," I said, without any sarcasm.


"Don't worry buddy, someday you'll hit puberty," Colin joked.  While
he wasn't as hairy as Brandon, he had a patch of hair between his pecs
and lower stomach, and was one of the bigger, more muscular guys on our
team.


"Haha, yeah yeah," I laughed it off, honestly not caring.  At this
point, I wasn't even embarrassed to be hard.  When I had gotten hard in
the locker room at Lakewood, I was buzzing with nerves and adrenaline.
Now, I just felt relaxed and chill.  I'm a guy.  Guys have dicks.
Working dicks get hard.  Basically I was just showing my teammates I had
a perfectly functional cock, that was ready to do its job and fuck
something.


I liked feeling my boner bob and sway in front of me as I leaned back to
rinse my head under the shower spray.  When I opened my eyes again, Derek
and Jay were both hard too. Brandon, Colin, and Jesse's dicks weren't
hanging straight down anymore, and Tyler was persistently faced into the
corner away from us.  Made me wonder if he was boned up too. Jake looked
to be about half hard.  Chet was the only one hanging limp.


"Wow, didn't know I was signing up for a boner convention," Chet
laughed, looking around. It was funny, there had been a shift from me
being the only one hard, to him being the only one soft.


"Dude you sure yours works okay?" Brandon teased.


"Yeah man you're kinda young for viagra, aren't you?" Jesse added and
we all laughed.


"Tyler! You hard too?" Chet hollered, hoping for support, but scaring
the shit out of Tyler.


Tyler was so startled he jumped.  But when he looked back over his
shoulder, saw that by now almost everyone was hard, he slowly turned to
reveal his own dick pointed straight up.  He had a slim body and not many
pubes, with a small but rock hard cock and tight ballsack.


"Dammit, you too?" Chet said.


"Look at that lil diamond cutter!" Colin said.  Colin probably weighed
almost twice as much as Tyler, just an all around bigger dude. And he had
a pretty good cock on him, sticking straight out now, probably about
seven inches.  At first Tyler thought he was fucking with him, but then
Colin continued as he walked over closer.  "That looks hard as fuck,
buddy, nice.  Nothing to be ashamed of.  Jack there got hard as a rock
the first time he hit the showers too, haha."  Everyone laughed,
including me.


"It's true man, something about being naked," I offered with a shrug.
A few of the other guys nodded in agreement.


"Bet you can't wait to get home and spank that thing," Colin joked to
Tyler.


I turned toward the wall and made eye contact with Jake while I grabbed
my dick and shrugged, trying to use improvised sign language to ask him
if we were going to all jack off.  I think he got my meaning, and gave me
a wince back that I took to mean, "not sure all these guys would be cool
with it."  Oh well.


"Dude, same.  I'm gonna blow a huge load later," Jake said. We were
all laughing and agreeing when we heard Coach's voice.


"What was that?" Coach's voice echoed through the hallway as he
approached the showers.  Fuck, what was he gonna do when he saw all of
our stiff cocks?


"Uh-" Jake panicked, "I was, uh, just saying- uh - how I -uh - always
get such a boner when I have to take a piss," he blurted.  "Sorry,
Coach," he added with some embarrassment.  Not sure if he was actually
embarrassed to be hard, have Coach see him that way, or embarrassed at
the dumb lie.


"Oh, yeah? Huh.  I know that feeling.  Looks like a lot of you must
really have to pee," Coach said suspiciously.


"Yeah/uh-huh/yeah Coach," we all agreed, probably too quickly.


"I was gonna just let it rip in here but I thought you'd be mad," Jake
said.


"Mad?" Coach scoffed, "My Dad always told me there are two types of
men in the world: those that piss in the shower and damn dirty liars."
We all roared with laughter.  "Go for it boys, do what you need to do,
just make sure it all ends up down the drain.  Gosh, my teammates and I
used to come in and piss while we waited for the water to warm up just
about every day. You're not gonna hurt anything.  And I always thought
it was a bonding thing too."


"All right Coach, sweet.  Should have known you wouldn't mind," Jake
said as he turned towards the wall drain and tried to aim his slightly
softened cock down.


Jesse said, "I piss in the shower every morning - it's the only way.
No way I can piss down into the toilet with my morning wood."


"Yup!" Colin agreed, "I just get in the shower and let it rip haha!"
We all joined in the laughter, even Coach!


Soon enough we were all pissing, some dicks pointed down, some out, and
Tyler's still almost straight up like a fountain. "Oh Jesus...what have
I done..." Coach said in mock disbelief.  "Move it along, I'm taking a
quick shower and leaving in five minutes.  You gotta be out by then.  And
make sure all that gets rinsed down - I don't want it smelling like piss
back here!"


"You gonna shower with us Coach?" Jake asked.  I was instantly back to
full hardness. "It's just us men," he added with a little smirk, as he
shook the last drops of piss off his dick.


"Men? Where? And nah, I'm afraid one of you will accidentally piss on
me with those out of control squirt guns you call dicks," Coach
taunted.


"All right Coach, next time you can share my drain," Brandon said,
"we'll cross the streams like Ghostbusters!" We all erupted in
laughter again, including Coach. He walked away to his office...but he
didn't say no.


Everyone hustled to get done, rinse everything down, get dried off and
dressed.  I saw Jake pull on his sweats, still without undies.
"Remember man - freeballing tomorrow!" he said mischievously.


"All right man, I'm in," I answered.


"Might wanna make sure you jerk off in the morning though. Or at least
tonight.  Otherwise it might be too crazy.  One time I leaked precum
through my pants, and it just looked like I had pissed myself," Jake
warned.


"Don't worry dude, I'm gonna jack off as many times as I can from now
until school tomorrow," I replied.  I hadn't even had the chance to
tell any of the guys about Coach at lunch. Hopefully I could fill them in
soon.


In the meantime, that night I was either eating dinner, jerking off, or
sleeping.  I came three times. And again the next morning when I woke
up.


I was still hard when I got in the shower.  My boner gave my piss stream
extra pressure as I sprayed down basically the whole shower.  I wondered
if Colin or Jesse or any of my other teammates were doing the same thing
right that second.


I got dried off and pulled on a pair of sweatpants.  I stood in front of
my mirror, looking at myself.  The sweats were riding low without
underwear to hold them up, hanging just at the top of my ass and nearly
showing my pubes.  My upper body wasn't huge, but had good muscle tone;
I was proud of the shape I was in.  And if you looked, you could see
where my now soft cock hung, but it wasn't obvious or obscene.  I rocked
my hips side to side, feeling and seeing my dick and balls shift back and
forth freely.  It felt good.  Powerful, manly, unashamed of my big
swinging dick.  (Ok...maybe not that big...but I felt like hot shit.)


I made it out of the house without my parents noticing, and got to
school.  I was putting my backpack in my locker when Jake and Ray came up
next to me.

"What's up buddy?" Jake asked.


"Did you do it?" Ray added eagerly, as they crowded around me.


"Yup, swinging free here," I said with a smile.


"Let's see!" Ray said, quickly grabbing the waistband of my sweats and
pulling it away from my body.  They peered down at my exposed junk while
other kids walked the hallway behind us, oblivious.


"Yo!" I said as I snapped my waistband back into place, still a little
alarmed.


"Relax, buddy, no one can see," Jake said as he proceeded to pull the
front of his sweats all the way down under his balls to prove he was also
going commando.


"You too?" I asked Ray.


"Yup," he said, pulling his sweats away from himself. I leaned over to
check on his smaller, underwearless dick.


"Nice," I said.


Before we could talk anymore, the warning bell rang, and we all headed to
class.  Morning classes were fine.  I did chub up a little in my sweats,
and my bare cock felt good on the soft fabric.  I could feel my dick and
balls swinging as I walked the halls, and I loved it.  Caught a couple
guys looking at my crotch, too.  Crossed paths with Jake after third
period and he pointed at me from down the hall, hollered "yeah buddy!"
and gave me the "hang loose" hand sign.  I returned it with a laugh and
a smile, wondering if all the other people looking at us had any idea
what we were talking about.


Fifth period rolled around and it was time for gym class. I went to my
gym locker, and started getting changed for gym.  Kicked off my sneakers,
and dropped my sweatpants.


"Whoa! Dong alert! What the fuck man?" Steve said. He had the gym
locker next to me, and was on the baseball team.  Kind of a scrawny
little dipshit, but we got along.


"Oh yeah, sorry dude.  Some of the lacrosse guys talked me into
freeballing today," I explained as dick and butts swayed in the breeze.
"The older guys do it a lot," I added, purposely emphasizing that I was
playing on a team with the older guys while he was on modified baseball.
"Gotta say it's pretty great feeling my junk swinging free," I said as
I pulled up my gym shorts.


Coach took attendance and led us through stretching, then we did some
jumping jacks to get the blood pumping. "All right boys, grab the
basketballs, shoot around a little and get warmed up.  Jack, my office
now," Coach barked. The other kids got out the basketballs and I
followed Coach nervously.  He closed the door behind us once we were in
the office.


"Jack, what kind of underwear are you wearing?" Coach asked in what
could best be described as a whisper yell.


"Uhhh..." I wasn't sure how to answer.


"Are you freeballing?" Coach pressed.  I nodded. "Jesus Christ.  No
wonder. I watched you just about poke your own eye out during jumping
jacks, you were flopping around so much. Go put your underwear on."


"Sorry Coach. But...um...I...can't," I stammered. Coach looked at me with
a mixture of confusion and anger. "I...um...didn't wear any to school
today." I explained sheepishly.


"Jesus Jack. Who put you up to that?? Nevermind, pretty sure I know. You
can't be running around with your twig and berries about to fall out the
leg of your shorts at every layup. Listen, I get it, makes you feel like
a man to feel your little pecker swing a little, but you gotta at least
wear a jock for gym class.  You got one in your lacrosse locker?"


"Just the one with my cup..." I answered, not excited about having to
wear that for a full period. "But won't the cup be just as obvious as
if I just stay commando?"


"Yeah, you need a regular jock.  Like, without a cup. You don't have
one?" I shook my head, a little confused. I thought jocks' purpose was
to hold a cup.  "Of course not, don't know why I'm surprised," Coach
muttered.  "When I was your age, we all got a fresh jock each gym
class.  Well fortunately, we still got a few of those left over," he
said as he opened the storage closet door and pulled out a cardboard box.
"What size are you? What size are your underwear on the days you decide
to wear them?" Coach asked as he rummaged through the box.


"Uh, medium?" I said, unsure.


"Yeah, that's probably right. Here," Coach said as he tossed me a jock
from the box. "Try that on."


I stood there dumbfounded for a moment, looking down at the jock.  It
didn't have a cup pocket, just a mesh pouch. And the waistband was about
half as wide as on my normal jock.


"What, now you're modest all of a sudden? I've seen you take a dump
and walk around with a full boner, and now you're shy?" Coach said with
annoyance.  "Come on, we gotta get back out there."


Now my cock was rapidly thickening, as Coach reminded me of all the
stunts I had pulled recently.


"See? I knew it, pitching a fuckin' tent," Coach muttered. I looked
down, and sure enough my hardening dick was tenting out my loose gym
shorts. "Good for you sport, but you gotta strap that down," Coach
added, softening his tone a little.


"I do?" I asked.


"Yeah.  Real men wear a jock for athletic activity," Coach answered.


"They do? But no cup?" I asked.


"Right.  Cups just for contact sports," Coach replied.  "But I wear a
regular jock for everything else." He tugged down the front of his gym
shorts to show me the pouch of his jockstrap.


I know I had just seen Coach naked in the showers yesterday, but somehow
this was...even more hot. He had a jock on with a thick waistband -
thicker than the one he'd given me - and a pouch that was clearly very
well broken in. The mesh was worn smooth, and had taken the shape of his
dick and balls underneath.


"Okay Coach, if you say so," I said, shrugging and then tugging my
shorts down and letting my boner sproing up into the air. I kicked my
shorts off, leaving my socks and sneakers on. I almost fell over trying
to get my sneakers through the leg holes of the jock, and Coach laughed.
I pulled up the jock and couldn't believe how good it felt on my balls.
The fabric was smooth like Coach's, and felt great.  I pointed my cock
straight up with about an inch of the head extending up past the thin
waistband.  I looked at Coach and raised my eyebrows.


"Yeah, well, it's better than having it flop all over the place,"
Coach answered my silent question.


"Where did it come from Coach? Was this...yours?" My dick throbbed as I
asked.


"No, not mine," Coach said with a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
"Everybody used to wear a jock for gym, so the school provided them.
We've hung onto a few to have on hand for emergency situations...like
yours!" We both laughed. "That one's probably older than any of my
jocks.  Who knows? Your dad might've worn than jock back in the day when
he was in gym class!"


"Oh, I guess that's kinda cool," I said, somewhat disappointed. "But
it would've been even cooler if it was one of yours."


"Yeah? Why do you say that?" Coach asked.


"I dunno...I mean, my Dad is fine, but he's not as cool as you Coach,"
I answered honestly.


"Well thanks sport.  But it wasn't just your Dad who wore these -
everyone did! So all the best athletes for generations probably had their
nuts in that pouch at some point," Coach said.


"Wow...that's pretty cool," I said, subconsciously gripping my nuts
through the smooth pouch.


"Yeah it is.  Feels good, right?"


"Yessir.  Thanks."


"No problem.  You better get back out there," Coach said as I pulled my
shorts back up.  "And who knows, maybe someday I'll let you try one of
mine on." I whipped my head back to Coach with an excited grin. "Go!"
he shouted after me.


While I did kind of like the feeling of my junk hanging loose, I had to
admit that gym class was way better wearing the jock than freeballing.
After class I stripped down to the jock at my locker and then proudly
walked through the locker room back to Coach's office, not caring what
the other guys thought of my wearing this old jock.  I wasn't hard and
pointing up anymore, but I was chubbed and pointed down, which gave me a
pretty good looking bulge if I say so myself.


"Thanks for the loan, Coach," I said as I walked in the office, thumbs
hooked around the jock to shuck it off.


"No, thank you, Jack buddy, I've seen more than enough of your little
woody, I didn't need to see it flopping around all gym class too,"
Coach retorted.


"Aw come on Coach, it's not that little," I said, brazenly pulling the
jock pouch down and wiggling my hips, making my rapidly hardening dick
swing from side to side.


"Yeah yeah yeah, it's perfectly fine for a jockboy your age. I'm sure
it feels great in your hand, jacking it god knows how many times every
day," Coach snarked again.


"Hey, I've only jerked off once today," I whined. "...so far," I
added with a smirk.


"Oh, does that mean I'm gonna find you back here during lunch again?"
Coach smirked right back, making it clear he knew exactly what I'd been
up to yesterday.


I was still trying to stammer out a comeback when Coach Collis came
storming in behind me. "Jesus, who's pasty ass is this?" he bellowed.


"Oh sorry Coach," I apologized, trying to quickly tuck my boner back
into the pouch. "I was just returning this jock Coach let me borrow."


"Keep it," Coach Harper said quickly.  "At least for the afternoon.
Looks like you might need it."


"Yessir. Thanks," I said, and tried to make a quick exit.


"Damn, guess he does," I heard Coach Collis mutter as I walked by with
an inch of teen boner sticking up past the waist band.  I high-tailed it
back to my locker, only noticing a couple of guys eyes go wide when they
spotted my hard, upright dick.


Good thing Coach let me keep the jock...after what he said, I was going to
be at full mast from not all through the next period until lunch.  I had
been thinking of coming in at lunch again to rub one out, and/or hit the
showers again with Coach; now it was a definite plan.  I mean Coach
basically invited me! I was in a fog of horniness as I pulled on my
clothes and went to class. Sitting in math, I could have sworn the clock
had stopped completely.


Finally it was time for lunch.  I ran for the cafeteria, scarfed down
some food, and headed for the locker room. By the time I got there, it
was deserted - that period's gym class had already changed and was
playing basketball.  The coaches office was empty too.  I made a beeline
for the back of the locker room and the bathroom. I pushed my sweats and
the jockstrap down to my ankles and took a seat on the john. My dick rose
up in front of me, free from the confines of the jock and ready for
action. I gave it a few light strokes and then wrapped my hand around
it.


I was rock hard, enjoying the feeling but not ready to cum, when I heard
the locker room door swing open.  I leaned forward, letting my t-shirt
fall in front of my crotch to hide my hard on. The steps drew nearer, and
I could feel my dick pulse with expectation and hope. Less than a second
later, my prayer was answered and Coach Harper stepped into the doorway.


"How'd I guess you'd be here again?" he said with something between a
smirk and a sneer.


"Uh...hey Coach," I said with a shrug.


"Do you even need to shit? Or are you just here to beat off?" he asked.
This time it was definitely a smirk.  He didn't seem actually mad, more
amused.


"Well...more one than the other, Coach," I admitted with a smirk of my
own.


"And I bet I know which.  Ten bucks says your jockboy cock is under that
shirt, pointed straight into your belly button," Coach said.


"Uh...guess I owe you ten bucks Coach," I said, feeling ballsy as hell.
I leaned back and let my dick press into my shirt, showing it to Coach.


"Ha, knew it.  You owe me more than that - I'm not sure what the
consequences are for jerking off at school, but they can't be good,"
Coach said.


"You're not gonna turn me in, are you Coach?" I didn't think he
would, but...


"Come on Jack, you think you're the first guy I've caught whackin' it
in the locker room? I told you I don't know what the penalty is, because
I've never turned anybody in." I breathed a sigh of relief. "I
remember what it was like at your age, balls always full, dick always
hard.  Besides, I'd rather have you drain your nuts now than watch you
try and fit that woody in your cup during practice again today," Coach
added with a laugh.


"Oh man, yeah, that's not fun," I joined in the laughter. "You've
caught other guys doing this, Coach?" I was turned on by that thought,
and I lifted my shirt and started gently rubbing my dick, which was still
pointing due north. It was a little bit of a challenge...what was Coach
gonna do?


Coach's eyes widened slightly as he watched me, but other than that he
seemed determined not to be thrown off by me brazenly rubbing my boner in
front of him. "Oh yeah, sport. Not just on the can though, all over -
lockers, showers, can't tell you how many loads I've found on the
benches in here."


"Wow..." I said as my dick throbbed even harder in my hand.  "You ever
do anything like that when you were our age, Coach?" I asked brazenly.


"Haha...well...I think every young jock has gotten hard in the locker room
at some point...and you gotta do something to handle it, right? Sometimes
we'd play jokes on each other - leave a fresh load in someone's jock
before practice, or in their helmet.  Or have a little celebration in the
showers after a big win...you know.  If there's one thing young jocks
have plenty of, it's jizz," Coach said with an offhanded nod.  As if
this was all obvious, and I should have assumed.


My mind was racing.  "So then I guess you can't really get too mad at
us for our shenanigans, can you Coach?" I peeled my t-shirt off and
tossed it on the floor.


"No I suppose not," Coach admitted as he hooked his thumbs into the
waistband of his shorts.


"Did you do that kind of stuff all through school too?" I asked,
excitedly.


"Oh definitely.  And in college when we were all living together too it
got even wilder, haha," Coach chuckled.


"Oh yeah? Like what?" I asked eagerly, beating my meat even faster.


"Don't worry about it buddy, I think I've already told you too much.
You gonna finish that thing off so I can take a shit, or what?" Coach
asked.


"I'm trying Coach...I probably could if you'd tell me more about what
you did in college - " Coach gave me a look that made it clear that
would not be happening - "or at least...when was the last time you blew a
load in the locker room?"


"This locker room? Or any locker room?" Coach replied.

"Either...both!" I panted, really trying to finish myself off.


"This locker room...do you count the shower in the Coaches Office?" I
nodded. "Then last week.  Any locker room....last night."


My eyes went wide at the thought, and dick started spurting jockjizz all
over my naked torso.  I watched Coach's eyes go wide as he watched me
writhing with pleasure on the toilet seat.


"There ya go buddy...get it out...nice..." Coach said in a low voice.


I took a deep breath and sighed loudly.  "Wow..." was all I could
muster.


"All right sport, get up and get cleaned up.  Some of us have to
actually use the toilet for its intended purpose."


"Right Coach, sorry," I stood up, and was about to pull up my sweats,
but I was pretty covered with jizz.  So I waddled over to pick up my
shirt and then said, "Damn, what should I clean up with?"


"Well you got toilet paper, if you want," Coach said as he stepped in
front of the toilet.  "Or if it was me, I would check to see if any of
your buddies left their lockers unlocked and leave them a little
present...haha!" He pulled his shorts and jock down as he laughed, and I
got to see his thick hairy cock and balls.  He was definitely chubbed.


"Hahaha, yes!" I giggled mischievously as I waddled off. I found Ray's
locker unlocked, so I grabbed the undershirt he wore under his pads and
waddled back into Coach's view.  "Ray's gonna love this," I said as I
wiped my cum off myself and watched Coach take a dump.  I couldn't see
much, with his balls and cock hanging down into the bowl it was just a
forest of hair. He gave a little grunt, laughing or shitting I couldn't
be sure.


I pulled up the jock Coach had loaned me and squeezed the last few drops
of jizz out of my softening cock and into the pouch.  "Figured I'd
leave some for the next guy who uses it," I told Coach.


"I'm sure that's not the first jockjizz in there...and boys like you
have probably been leaking precum into that thing for years." Then he
reached down and pulled his cock out of the bowl and set it on the rim,
pointing right at me.  Or actually, it was levitating up from the rim on
it's own - Coach had a serious boner! And it was drooling out a line of
precum that was puddling on the toilet seat.


"You gonna take care of that too Coach?" I asked, trying to contain my
enthusiasm.


"Hehe...no, I don't think so sport.  When you get to be my age, you
don't have unlimited loads in you any more...I gotta save this one for
somebody," he said with a wink and a smirk.


"Way to go Coach, getting some action! For a second though I thought you
meant you were gonna shower with us today," I retorted with a smirk of
my own.


"Ha! No. But you boys go ahead and do whatever you need to do on your
own.  Now speaking of that - go get dressed and get back to class and let
me wipe my ass in peace," Coach said as he reached for the roll of TP.


"Wait Coach, here," I said, quickly stepping out of the jock. "Why
don't you clean up that puddle you're making." I nodded in the
direction of his crotch and the growing pond of precum coming from
Coach's fat boner.


"All right," he said, taking it from me.  I watched as he mopped up the
cockhoney from the toilet seat and then squeezed more out of his boner,
wiping the head directly onto the pouch. "Maybe this way your junk can
absorb some real manliness," he said as he handed it back to me.


I was chubbing up again as I stepped back into the jock, and then felt
the slimy dampness of Coach's precum all over my teen cock and balls and
was fully hard immediately.


"Guess you like it." Coach wasn't asking a question. "Now get out of
here...and try to keep that thing down until at least after practice!"


"Yessir!"  The bell rang as I headed out of the locker room.  I got out
in the hallway, turned the corner and saw Jake heading in the opposite
direction.  I wished I could stop and tell him what had just happened,
but it seemed like he was in a hurry, so we just gave each other a nod
and a wink. Seemed like he had a pretty good chub swinging in his
sweats.


* * * * * * * * * *


It was another hot afternoon, and we were about to start practice.  I
made sure to walk through the locker room wearing just the jock Coach had
loaned me. I wondered how many other guys had walked through the locker
room in this same jock, and that made my dick start to grow. When I got
back to my locker from taking a piss, I slipped it off, put on my regular
cup jock, and the rest of my gear.


We were in the huddle getting instructions from Coach, and he sent most
of the team away but kept a handful of us. As most of the guys left the
huddle he stood next to Jay and said, "Damn...what's that smell? Is that
you? Not your normal stink either, dipshit...smells funky." Coach looked
over at me and winked.  "You smell that Jack?"


"Uh...I dunno Coach..." I stalled, then went for it. "Yeah, I think I
do.  Maybe Ray's balls finally dropped and now he's starting to smell
like a man."  Everyone chuckled, including Coach, even though only Coach
and I knew what we were really laughing at.   Coach gave us our
instructions and we all broke the huddle.


Practice felt long, and ended with a bit of a bullshit scrimmage.  Coach
was trying to work on something with the defense at the other end, and I
was hovering around the crease.  Jay was in goal and Colin was guarding
me.


"Damn, you figure out what that smell is yet?" I teased Ray.


"What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked, starting to get
pissed.  This was gonna be fun.


"You smell that Colin?" I asked.  "Kinda funky and gamey?"


"I dunno man, all I can smell is this smelly pads, haha," Colin
answered.


"You gotta be able to smell it," I continued to Ray. "Is it coming
from your shirt?"


Ray lifted his chest protector away from his body to get a whiff of his
shirt, and then his eyes narrowed.


"Now you smell it?" I asked again.


"Yeah..." Ray said, unable to place what it was.


"You figure out what it is yet? Kinda familiar, right?" I toyed with
him.


"Yeah..." he repeated, still not figuring it out.


"Although I guess every guy's probably smells a little different..." I
started to chuckle, and Ray gave me a "what the fuck" look. "I left
you a little present buddy.  During lunch.  You really gotta lock your
locker you know," I said as I erupted in laughter.


"You jizzed on my shirt?!?!" Ray was furious.


"Yeah buddy. I had to blow a load, the locker room was empty, and then I
needed something t o clean up with," I explained.  Colin started
laughing with me now.


"COME ON," Ray moaned.  I couldn't tell if he was actually angry, or
if he just felt like he should be...considering he'd had my dick inside
his ass not that long ago.  Either way, it was funny as hell.


"What's up?" one of the other defensemen asked.


"NOTHING! It's nothing." Ray shut down any further conversation on the
topic, and him, me, and Colin, tried to contain our giggles. Soon enough
the ball was headed to our end, and then the last chunk of practice flew
by.


After practice we had another big group of guys hitting the showers, just
like yesterday.  I got hard again.  If I had any lingering anxiety about
sporting a woody in the showers with my teammates, our shower session
yesterday and my conversation with Coach today erased them.  We knew we
all jerked off, and Coach basically told me that all guys our age always
had.  And he strongly implied that he and his buddies beat off together
in the locker room. So I was feeling zero shame. Far from it.  "Jesus,
my dick won't go down today!" I said, drawing attention to it before
any of the guys could make a joke about it.


"Even after you jerked off earlier???" Ray said angrily.  A couple guys
looked at him, wondering what he was talking about, or how he knew.
"This fucker blew his load all over the tshirt I had in my locker!" Ray
said in explanation.


"Dude, I told you...I needed something to clean up with," I laughed.  I
saw some eyes go wide at my admission.


"Use your own damn shirt!" Ray retorted, and everyone laughed.


"Yeah, guess I could have...this is way funnier though," I smirked.


"Wait, you came to the locker room to jerk off? When?" Derek asked.


"Lunch," I replied.


Derek had more questions, obviously interested in the details of this.
"It was empty?" I nodded. "What if Coach caught you?"


"Who says he didn't?" I replied, and got sounds of shock and surprise
from the guys. "Let's just say he definitely knew I was rubbing one
out, and he was totally cool about it; couldn't have cared less.  And
actually it was his idea for me to use your shirt for clean up," I said
to Ray.


"You expect me to believe Coach told you to jerk off onto my t-shirt?"
Ray wasn't buying it.


"Okay, not exactly.  But he told me him and his teammates used to jerk
off in the locker room a lot, and play jokes on each other like that.  So
he gave me the idea, and then I found your locker unlocked," I
shrugged.


"I was wondering how that all went down," Colin said, his big floppy
dong now semi-hard.


"Haha, that's crazy," Derek said.


"And kind of awesome," Brandon added, his boner clearly sticking out
from his forest of pubes.


"Yeah, we'll see how awesome it is when I leave a load on one of your
mouthguards!" Ray threatened.  Everybody laughed, but I saw a look of
intrigue pass over Derek's face, and maybe a couple of the other guys.


"Well, in any case, I'm ready to bang out another one," I said,
slapping my hard cock with my open palm.  "Anybody wanna join me?"


Everyone got quiet, but they were all eyeing my boner. "Come on guys,
loosen up.  How many of you jerked off when you got home from practice
yesterday?" Almost everyone raised their hand or laughed guiltily,
except Tyler, who was once again hard enough to cut glass.


Jake noticed and asked him, "Tyler, with that diamond cutter you had
yesterday, you expect us to believe that you didn't blow a load the
second you got home?"


"I didn't!" Tyler said, and we all reacted with disbelief.  "You guys
all left and then I jerked off into the urinal." We all erupted in
laughter.


"Nice buddy!" Jesse said, and even Chet gave Tyler a pat on the back.


"All right, so we could all wait til we get home and lock ourselves in
the bathroom and beat off on the john, or we just take care of it now,
like bros," I said. "To each his own, but I've gotta get off," I
added as I started stroking my cock in earnest.


"Yeah dude," Derek said, taking his dick in his hand.


"I'm in," Jake added, fondling his balls. "These guys are feeling
real full."


"What the fuck," Colin said as he teased the head of his long cock.


"I should really save this load for some clothing of yours," Ray
grumbled at me, while still stroking his dick.


"But what about Coach?" Jesse asked.


"I'm telling you...he doesn't give a shit. He told me him and his
teammates used to jerk off together in the showers all the time," I
replied.


"All right buddy, if you say so," Jesse agreed.


And then we were all stroking our dicks.  It was awesome to look around
and see all my teammates working their dicks.  Tyler was slowly and
lightly running his hands up and down his relatively smaller dick,
obviously already close to cumming.  Derek had one hand stroking his
dick, one hand rubbing through his ample bush, while he looked around at
everyone with an expression that could only be described as hungry.  Jake
was thrusting his hips into his hand, basically fucking his fist, and I
was reminded how hot it was when we were fucking the other guys
side-by-side.


Chet was giving his average cock full strokes as he watched Colin
stroking his long dong next to him. "Dude, how big is that thing?" Chet
asked him.


"Eight inches, last time I measured," Colin answered, and we all
murmured our admiration.


"Brandon's is probably even bigger, we just can't see it through all
the hair," Jesse joked.


"Yeah my brother says all the college guys trim their bushes to make
their dicks look bigger," Jake said.


"Ha, he would say that," Ray said.  "Though I guess it makes sense..."


"I'm not trimming this," Brandon said. "My brothers would never let
me hear the end of it.  And I like it anyway.  Hairiness is just as much
a sign of manliness as dick size."


"It sure is," Coach said, catching us all by surprise with his sudden
presence in the outer shower room.  "But then again, a big dick AND
plenty of hair...that's when you know you're a real alpha," Coach
added.


When had he walked in? We all paused, but with our hands on our hard
cocks, there was no disguising what was going on.


"Hey Coach," Jake and I said in unison.


"Hello boys...is this what I think it is?" Coach asked.


"Uhh....yeah." I answered.


"All right.  Well you boys have fun. You got some time, I've got some
paperwork to do, and I'm gonna shower myself," Coach said, acting as if
it was completely normal for him to be talking to nine of his players as
they gradually resumed jerking off.


"You joining us Coach?" Jake asked brazenly.


"Ah, no.  I've got a shower in my office where I won't be playing
slip'n'slide with the nine jockboys' jizz.  Just make sure it all gets
down the drain, eh boys?"


"Yes Coach," several of us replied.


"Hey Coach...you know of any real alphas like you were talking about?" I
asked mischievously.


"Sure.  Don't see any in front of me, but yeah I know of one or two,"
Coach deadpanned as he openly adjusted his obviously large cock in his
shorts.  Then he walked away as we all hooted and hollered, having gotten
his implication loud and clear.


We resumed stroking our dicks and dissolved into laughter at how wild all
of this was.  But it just felt right too.  Why should we all pretend we
didn't love playing with our dicks? Why should we be afraid to let our
teammates see our teenage sexual prowess? We all had different size
dicks, but we were all proud of what we had and how good it could make us
feel.  Why hide it?


The laughter had faded away as we each got further into our stroke
session.  Everyone was splitting time between looking at their own cock,
and looking around at everyone else's technique.  Brandon was running
his free hand up and down his furry chest and stomach, Derek was grabbing
his own ass cheek, I was playing with my balls.  Chet was using long full
strokes up and down his whole shaft, while Tyler was moving his hand in
circles just around the head.  Colin was using both hands on his long
schlong, periodically smearing precum all over his meat.


"Anybody else getting close?" I broke the relative quiet of the
showerheads.


"Yeah man," Jesse said.


"Shit, me too," Brandon agreed.


"I've been close since before Coach came in," Tyler said, and we all
chuckled.


"Go for it buddy," Colin egged Tyler on.


"Okay...shit...fuck...here it comes...unhhffffhhh!" Tyler grunted as his
boner erupted, blasting jizz clear across the shower room, between Derek
and Brandon.


"Oh FUCK!" I shouted in awe.  Tyler's cock was still shooting, nearly
as far, and the sight of it was so hot, it was pushing me over the edge.


"HOLY SHIT!" Jesse was also impressed, and he began to nut too.  He was
shooting big ropes, though not as far as Tyler.


"Unh! Unh!" I was grunting in rhythm as I lost my own load.  Not as big
as Jesse's, or as far as Tyler's, but pretty good for my third round of
the day.


"Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum," Colin said in a low voice. He kept one hand
at the base of his shaft while his other hand was a blur of fast
strokes.  He inhaled, held it for a second, and then thick white jizz was
oozing out of his big piss slit.  It didn't really shoot at all, but it
was hot as hell to watch.


I was watching Colin intently on my left, when all of a sudden I felt
something on my right leg.  Ray was next to me, mid-orgasm, having shot a
big wad onto my thigh.  "Ha! Ha! Huh! Hunnnhhgghhh!" Ray's grunts were
a mixture of determination, revenge, and satisfaction.


"Dude..." I whined, although I couldn't really be that angry.


"Now we're even!" Ray said, the last drops of cum falling from his
dick. Looking around,


"Yo he shot all over your leg!" Brandon said, laughing.


"Yo I bet I can hit you from here," Jake said, turning to face Derek.
Jesse was between them, but he couldn't step back out of the way fast
enough.


"Same dude," Derek pivoted to Jake with a look of determination in his
eye.


"Well we're...about...to find...out!" Jake said, and cum rocketed out of
his cock to hit Derek square in the chest. As soon as it hit, Derek was
moaning and blasting his own load, returning the favor and hitting
Jake's legs and feet.


"Damn dudes..." Chet murmured, breathing heavy and then firing his own
volley of jizz into the middle of our circle as we all yelled "Ohhhhh!"
as if he's just scored a goal.


That just left Brandon, so we all began cheering him on. "Come on
buddy," "you got this," "blow that load." We all kind of gathered
around him, and he started breathing heavier.  Jake gave him a slap on
the ass and said, "Come on bro, show us what you can do!" I came over
and put my arm over his shoulder, saying "Yeah buddy, beat that furry
meat!"  Soon enough Brandon was blowing his load all over the place -
somehow he was shooting not just forward, but side to side, and a couple
guys had to jump out of the way.


"Nice bro...knew you could do it," I said, patting him on the back as I
stepped away from him.


"Hehe..hehe..yeah...hehe," Brandon chuckled like a stoner, adding,
"hehe...you've got his jizz on your leg...hehe," with a point at my
leg.


"Yeah buddy, oh well," I shrugged.  "You think that's pretty funny
though, huh?" Brandon continued laughing.  "Well I don't want you to
feel left out..." I said as I quickly swiped the jizz off my thigh and
put it right into the middle of Brandon's chest hair.


"DUUUuuuuudddeeee!" Brandon groaned.  All the other guys were
laughing.  "That's never gonna come out of my fur!"


We made sure all the jizz got washed down the drain, laughing as we tried
not to step in it.  Brandon was still scrubbing at his chest as I left
the shower room.  I dried off, slung my towel over my shoulder, and
walked back to my locker.  I remembered I still had the jock Coach had
loaned me earlier.  I picked it up and continued through the lockers to
Coach's office to return it.


When I got to Coach's office, the shower was running and Coach was
stripping off his shirt.  "That was quick," he said as he dropped his
shorts, kicking them up into his hand.  He set them on the corner of his
desk and stood there facing me in just a stretched and sweaty jock, hair
everywhere, spilling out of his pits and crotch.


I realized I had zoned out looking at him, and said "ha yeah, guess so
Coach.  Fun though."


"Yeah, I bet," he replied.


"Thanks for being cool and letting us blow off some steam Coach.  And
thanks for this." I held the jock out to him.


"Anytime, buddy. You liked it?" Coach asked.


"Yeah!" I exclaimed.  "I mean I liked freeballing too, but I liked the
way it hugged my balls too."


"Yeah.  Just feels right, right? I wore jocks all the time when I was
your age.  Hell, I still do...obviously!" Coach added as he grabbed the
waistband of his jock and made his full pouch bounce up and down a couple
times. I laughed along with him in agreement and appreciation. "You can
hang on to that one if you want, Jack," Coach offered.


"Thank Coach...but I don't want to have to explain it if my mom finds
it," I said, a little disappointed.


"Ah, yeah, I understand.  Guy stuff...they don't understand." Coach
nodded and pulled down his jock, and brought his leg up to grab it off
his foot.


"Yeah," I agreed, handing the jock over to Coach.


Coach took the jock from me and brought it to his face.  I watched with
surprise as he took a deep breath through his nose, sniffing it. "Not
bad!" he exclaimed, and then cocked his head to the side and added,
"for a guy your age," and smirked. "Not quite the musk of a full grown
man yet, but you can tell those balls are churning out some sweat and
some sperm.  Although some of that scent is probably my precum from
earlier, huh?"  Then he brought his own jock to his face, inhaled
deeply, and sighed with contentment and pride.  "That's the scent of a
real man," he said, and held it out for me.


I was still a little in shock, but I stepped right up, suddenly
desperately wanting to sniff Coach's jock.  I breathed deep and it hit
me - funky, sweaty, manly, like someone took the smell of my balls and
turned the volume way up. "Whoa Coach..." I said, in awe.


"Yeah.  Thought you'd appreciate that," Coach said with a twinkle in
his eye. "Course, it probably helps that I was just wearing that all
practice, and you were probably wearing your cup jock, right?" I nodded,
still breathing in Coach's amazing essence. "I'll keep yours here in
my desk for you to keep working on if you want, during gym or class or
whatever," he added, opening his drawer and dropping it in.


"Thanks Coach," I mumbled through his jock. I could hear guys passing
behind me, leaving the locker room.  Some of them probably saw me, buck
naked and using Coach's jock like an oxygen mask, but I really couldn't
have cared less.


"You really like that, don't you?" Coach asked. I grunted and nodded.
"Good to know..." Coach said smugly.  "But now you see why I gotta
shower."


"Oh right! You got your date or whatever!" I said.


"...date?" Coach looked at me confused.


"No? I thought you said you had a date or something?" I lowered my
voice: "earlier when you said that you were saving your load?"


"Ohhhh! Oh oh hahahaha," Coach laughed, catching my meaning.  "Yeah,
no, not really.  Don't worry about it, doesn't matter now...but I still
need a shower."


"Aw it got canceled?" I asked.


"Don't worry about it," Coach repeated, holding out his hand for his
jock.


I grudgingly handed his jock back to him.  "So you should have hit the
showers with us then, Coach," I teased.


"Ha, yeah, sure.  Speaking of which, go check for me and see if all the
guys are gone," Coach ordered.


I followed his instructions.  Brandon was the last guy left.  "I think I
still have some spunk in my fur," he complained as he was just put his
sneakers on.


"Sorry bro," I said disingenuously and with a laugh.


"What are you doing? Why are you still naked?" Brandon asked.


"It's a fuckin' locker room, you're supposed to be naked.  And I was
talking with Coach.  He asked me to see if everyone was gone," I said.


"Yeah, I'm last," Brandon said, standing up and closing his locker.
"Gonna make sure I lock this so you don't jizz on any of my shit!" he
said and we both laughed.


I followed him out, back to Coach's office.  He must have gotten in the
shower. I stuck my head through the doorway to the coaches bathroom
saying, "Yeah Coach, everyone's gone."


I was treated to the sight of Coach naked under the shower, his fur all
matted down by the water, his cock hanging over his fat nuts like a
thick, heavy rope.


"Good," Coach grunted, eyes closed under the spray.


"Yep," I agreed. I leaned against the doorway, enjoying the view.
"So...you gonna rub one out then Coach?"


"No...why?" Coach asked, nonchalantly as he lathered up his fur.


"Well, because you didn't get off earlier.  You don't want blue balls,
Coach," I tried to convince him.


"Who says I didn't get off earlier?" Coach deadpanned, and then
smirked at my confusion. He turned around to rinse off and I was treated
with the sight of his muscular back, that had some hair on it, and his
big butt, which was covered in hair.


"But...you...you said you were saving it for someone?!" I stammered out.


"Yup." If Coach wasn't killing me with these short answers, the view
was.  He was still faced away from me, but now washing his legs.  Picking
up each leg to wash it and give me a deeper look into his furry trench of
an ass crack.  My dick was filling up even though I'd already cum three
times that day.  Then he started washing his actual ass, spreading it
open and running his hand up and down. I almost offered to help, but then
he was done, turning around again to face me and rinse off.  "I was
saving it."


"Wait - `was'?? You mean you gave someone your load between lunch and
now?" I shrieked in disbelief.


Coach just nodded smuggly.  He reached behind himself and spread his ass
cheeks to let the water run down and rinse out his crack and hole.  I
would have been mad he was facing the wrong way for me to see, but I was
still reeling.


"Here in school?" I asked.  He just nodded again. Was Coach fucking one
of the teachers? I did a quick mental list of young female teachers that
I thought were hot enough for Coach. "Where?"


"Let's just say you're not the only one of us who busted a load in the
locker room today," Coach winked, finishing rinsing off.


The locker room?! I couldn't imagine any of the other teachers risking
being seen in here. "Whoa Coach, for real? How...? When...? Who...?" I
couldn't even decide what question to ask.  My brain just stopped
working.  But my dick was rock hard again.


Coach just laughed at me, and then finally answered "...ask your buddy
Jake."


TO BE CONTINUED


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