Date: Wed, 6 May 2020 13:31:15 +0000 (UTC) From: Jockbros Jockbros Subject: Jockboy adventures chapter 1 Chapter 1: Getting Recruited The second, inner door to the rink's locker room squeaked loudly as I opened it. I'm sure a bunch of the guys heard it, but they barely even looked up, and obviously couldn't care less. One guy gave me a "hey buddy" and that was about it. It wasn't unusual for them to see me in there after a game, usually sent by my mom to ask my dad a question about how long he thought he'd be, or where we were going for dinner, or that we were getting a ride home with someone else. I knew where my dad stashed his stuff, and I was usually in and out pretty quick. I had done that errand plenty of times before, and basically all my dad's hockey teammates knew who I was. And I knew who they were. I was trying to take it all in, memorizing everything I saw. I was 12, and I had been in and out of the locker room since I was about 10 or so. But now I was on the cusp of manhood - my first pubes had come in the summer before, my pits started to stink, my voice had dropped and was cracking all the time. I didn't want to play hockey - I knew my friends who played had practices early in the morning before school, and I didn't want any part of that. I was going to start lacrosse the next year, but that's a story for another time. Right now, I was 12 and in a locker room full of 20ish-40ish year old semi-pro hockey players. And unlike other times, this time I was going to get to hang out - mom had gone out with some of the other wives and I was riding with Dad. It was a pretty simple set up - one big rectangular room with benches and pegs all the way around it. A doorway at one end where I could hear showers running. So I spotted Dad - shirt off, skates off, toweling sweat off his face. As I made my way across the room to him, I saw the normal sights. Men with varying amounts of body hair - all with at least full bushes that made my pubes look sad in comparison. Some with smooth chests all the way up to full furry chests and shoulder and back hair. They were all muscled, and sweaty, and just oozed manliness. They were naked, or in a jock or had a towel over their shoulder, and couldn't have cared less. Totally confident and at home in their skin. And my Dad fit right in with that vibe. Dad told me to just sit tight on the bench for a little bit. It was much warmer in the locker room than in the rink, so I took off my coat and hung it on a peg. Dad continued stripping down with the other guys. They were all laughing and swearing and joking, not caring that they were bareass or whose dicks were swinging around. It didn't really phase me to see Dad stripping down to his jock, and then naked. I'd seen him naked plenty of times around the house. He wasn't a nudist, but like all these guys he was comfortable in his skin. At home it was nothing for him to come and take a leak while I brushed my teeth, or vice versa. But I mean that didn't stop me from sizing him up with his team. I was excited about what kind of man I was growing into, and my Dad was probably the best predictor. He was on the hairier side of his team, but also on the older side at 37. So maybe the other guys would be just as hairy when they got older. And Dad was about average in terms of meat from what I could tell. And actually, his dick didn't look that different from mine when mine was soft. He had what looked to be a pretty big and full ballsack, but it was a little tricky to see through his forest of hair. The guy on the other side of me on the bench was Ted, probably about 30, not quite as hairy as Dad, with a bigger cock but smaller nuts. He was stripping out of his cup jock, and as he went to hang it up, my nose was struck with the amazing smell wafting off his jock, and then his pit as he struggled a little to get his jock to hang on the hook almost directly over my head. "Hey sorry Rocky....hope the stench doesn't knock you out" he said with smile and a laugh as he looked down on me. I just looked up at him and laughed. He was one of those guys who is pretty smooth on his top half, and then his lower body was furry as hell. As he squatted next to his bag to dig out his towel, I saw his ass - covered in hair that thickened into an all-out forest in his crack. And it all looked totally soaked in sweat...no wonder his jock had such a strong scent. Little did he know that one of the things I loved the most about the locker room was the smell. It just smelled like MAN. I was excited when my pits had started to stink over the summer, and a little disappointed when my Dad gave me some deodorant and told me I needed to start using it. But that meant he had noticed that I was on my way to manhood too, so that was cool. I always loved the way my dad smelled after yard work or a run. When I was home alone, I would find my dad's hockey bag put his jock, hockey pants, and sometimes his shoulder pads. I would check myself out in the mirror, and pretend I was one of the grown men on his team. Then I'd usually grind my cup into the floor or my bed- I didn't know what I was doing, but I knew it felt good. And that's how I learned how to jerk off about a year ago...I accidentally shot a little spunk into one of my dad's jocks. I quickly swapped it with the one already in the laundry...if Dad noticed, he never said anything. And from then on I would just take whatever jock was already in the laundry to use. As time went on, I started shooting bigger and bigger loads, but I was always careful to hide the jock back in the pile. Sometimes the jocks were still soaked in sweat, so you couldn't really tell what was wet from my Dad's sweat versus my boy jizz. But back to the locker room. Erik and Jay, two of the youngest guys on the team, were having a contest over whose gloves were more ripe. They were smelling each others, insisting their own had the stronger smell. They eventually called in Jerry as an impartial judge. All three of them were in just their jocks, but while Jerry did the sniff test, Jay was stripping naked. Jerry no more said "Wow boys...nice work, bu I think I gotta give it to Erik" before Jay had thrust the cup of his jock in Erik's face shouting "Yeah but my cup is more ripe!" Erik knocked it out of the way, and then took his own jock off to try and fight back as he said "I dunno Jay- didn't smell too manly to me - smelled like a vagina." Jay was quick to retort "Oh yeah, that's cause I haven't showered since I fucked your mom last night." Everyone laughed and acknowledged the good joke, Jerry made it clear that he wasn't going to officiate the jockstrap round, and the three of them threw towels over their shoulders and headed for the showers. Everywhere I looked, the guys were reveling in the win and their masculinity. Bare butts were getting slapped or whipped with towels, cups were getting knocked on, and two of the better hung guys were having a competition for who could do the best helicopters with their dongs. My dad didn't try to shield me from it or explain any of it; it was clearly just guys being guys. In fact he delivered a good ass smack on his way to the showers, and the guy retaliated by grabbing the towel off my dad's shoulder and whipping his own ass with it. All I could think was how desperately I wanted to be part of this vibe, how I couldn't wait to be a fully grown man like them, and how close I was to that. I had been so disappointed when I got to middle school and we did't have to shower after gym class like I had expected. I was pretty excited and had a bit of a boner going. I thought maybe I just had to take a leak, so I walked across the room to the bathroom area. I'd heard toilets flushing, so I knew it much be back near the showers somewhere. I went through the doorway and into a kind of drying room area - to my left was the bathroom area and to my right was the showers. It wasn't huge - there were two shower heads on each side of the room and a pole in the center. Guys were in different states of soaping up and rinsing off. Lots of manly meat on display...a couple dicks that didn't look anything like the others that I wondered about. I would try to have to find a way to ask my dad about them later. I headed to the left though, where there was a trough on the wall straight ahead of me. Sinks were on the right hand side of the room, and stalls were on the left. A guy was buck naked taking a leak at at the right hand side of the trough, so I walked up to the left end. The guy was just shaking off his big dick as I started unzipping my hoodie and fishing out mine. As I was unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, a guy named Scott stepped up to my right. He was also buck naked - I realized most guys take a leak on their way to the showers - with a long dong, low hanging balls, and a full bush. I couldn't get over how meaty and heavy it looked, curving down over his sack. He didn't have to point his stream down into the trough like I did...my dick wasn't yet long or heavy enough to let gravity do the work. As I was pulling my dick and nuts out over the waistband of my tighty whities, he looked toward me and said "FUCK I should have known that was you stinking up the place!" My mind started racing- I hadn't ripped a fart or anything, but it didn't seem like these guys would even mind if I had. Then he started laughing, and someone started laughing on the other side of me as well. I looked over and made eye contact with a big hairy burly guy sitting on the toilet buck naked. In all I had to look at on my way in, I hadn't noticed that the stalls had no doors, or that Paul the goalie was sitting on one like a king on his throne. I couldn't believe what I was seeing...taking a dump had always seemed like such a private thing. But now all of a sudden I saw it as another form of masculinity, and male bonding. Paul obviously couldn't have cared less that he was dropping a deuce in full view of his teammates, and they didn't seem to care much either. Paul was covered in fur - probably the hairiest guy on the team. A full beard that morphed right into a thick pelt all across his chest and stomach. His pubes were so thick that I could barely see what looked to be a pretty thick dong dangling down into the bowl. When our eyes met, I must have looked pretty shocked because Paul said "what's the matter kid, you don't poop? haha...thought you'd be used to this kind of thing living with Charlie." Then his attention turned to Scott: "I'm surprised to see you at the trough though." Over the sound of his piss hitting the trough Scott said "Yeah well you guys gave me so much shit that last time I pissed in the shower, I figured I'd save myself the trouble. I dunno what the big deal was, kid" he said to me, "it all ends up in the drain anyway." "The big deal is that you pissed all over my washcloth!" Paul yelled from his place on the shitter. By now I was laughing, and both guys had noticed that I hadn't gotten my piss flowing yet. Meanwhile Scott was almost done, and said "hey buddy, whats the matter, you pee shy? Relax lil bro...it's just us guys here haha. nobody cares. Hell if Paul can take a dump with us right here, you can definitely take a piss." "Yeah bud haha, nothing more natural than a guy marking his territory" Paul chimed in as he ripped off some TP. "I was just trying to mark your washcloth as my territory!" Scott jeered as he shook oof, stepped away and headed for the showers. I closed my eyes for a second, took a couple deep breaths, and tried to relax. "Rub your nuts a bit, little man, that helps me whenever I can't get the flow started haha" Paul said as he stood up, and turned around to kickflush the john. I risked a glance over at him while he was turned and saw that he was almost as hairy on the backside as he was on the front. Lots of shoulder hair, a patch of dense fur just above his ass, and a good coating of fur everywhere else. I gave my balls a little rub, and felt a nice tingle from the few hairs on them which seemed to help get my piss stream started. He patted me on the shoulder as he squeezed by me and said "attaboy." I had been chubbed, and that made me even harder and all but pinched off my piss flow. I thought I might have felt his meat brush my hip as he walked by too. I managed to push out the last bit of piss, and headed over to the sink. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my dad and about 10 other guys all naked in the showers, their body hair lathered up with soap. Nobody was jerking off or even fully hard, but every single one of them touched their cock and balls at least once in the time it took me to wash my hands. Before, I had gotten the impression that touching your dick was something you should only do alone and in private, but here again I saw that older men didn't really have privacy hang ups about that either. I moved as slowly as I could at the sink, but eventually had to go back to my spot on the bench. Dad and the other guys came out of the shower shortly after, finished drying off and got dressed. They all seemed to take special care to make sure their crotches were dry. For Erik and Jay, that involved a show of flossing their towels between their legs while they ground their grundle down onto it and sang made up fake stripper music. I thought Ted's dick was big before, but it looked even bigger now. Not hard or anything, but you could tell his meat and potatoes were fully relaxed and hanging low. I watched as many guys pulled on tighty whities like my Dad (and I!) wore, but Ted put his jeans on without underwear. Just as I was wondering if underwear became optional when you grew up, Dave brought it up to Ted: "Going commando Ted? You got a hookup lined up or something?" "Nah man...not yet at least" Ted said with a laugh. "I just love the way my junk feels all loose after a game and a shower...not ready to pack it into underwear just yet haha." As he pulled his shirt over his head, I admired the way his fat mushroom head showed through the leg of his jeans. I couldn't wait to get home and relive everything that had happened. I knew I was in the presence of real men, and I was almost one of them. I had a lot to learn from them, but they were great role models for manliness. I wanted to be a total manly jock stud in the locker room when I started lacrosse in the spring. I just hoped I would have more chances to see these guys in their native environment. As if he heard my thoughts, Paul came over to my dad and me. "You skate, right Rocky?" he asked me. "Yeah," I replied, "but I don't skate backwards very well." "Well that's no big deal," Paul said. "We could use another new puck boy to take care of some of our gear, move the goals around between periods for the zamboni- each team usually has a couple, but my boy Zach is with his mom this weekend and she had other plans. So guess it goes to show we really do need another. You'd get to skate around and warm up with us before the game, and hang out with us in here before and after. What do you say?" I could barely get the words out fast enough "Yeah, that sounds awesome! Can I Dad?" My Dad thought about it for a second and said, "Sure, I think you'll be 13 in a month, I think you're old enough now." Paul smiled and put out his hand and I shook it firmly. "Great!" he said, ''and you got a good solid handshake there sport." I knew Paul's son Zach well enough to say hi, but we weren't really friends. He was a year older than me in 8th grade, and part of the popular group at school. He seemed cool and relaxed, and he played hockey and lacrosse. I definitely looked up to him, so being a puck boy with him would be cool. We'd get to hang out more and maybe become real friends. As we were walking out, my Dad said "now...if you're going to do this, we've just got to have a few ground rules. And actually I was gonna talk to you about this after tonight anyway. The locker room is a special place, just for men. You're almost a man yourself, so it's good for you to be around so much testosterone and male energy. But whatever happens in the locker room, stays in the locker room. You don't repeat anything you hear, you don't tell anyone anything you see. If you've got questions about anything, you ask me, but only when mom isn't around. Some things have to stay private between men and teammates." "Sure Dad, of course. You got it. I'm excited." I was so far beyond excited. "So am I son. This is gonna be cool. Some good bonding time for us. Now we gotta make sure you have all the gear you need by next week!" As we drove home I was already compiling the list of things I had heard and seen; things that I wanted to say and do myself to be a real man. I was proud of myself for using the trough with naked guys on either side of me. But I knew I needed to get more comfortable pissing with the guys, and then get comfortable with a lot of other stuff like they were. They were totally shameless...I was going to get there one step at a time. I also wondered what gear Dad had in mind....?