Date: Wed, 20 May 2020 00:56:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jockbros Jockbros <jockbros@yahoo.com>
Subject: jockboy adventures - Rocky chapter 2

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Rocky Chapter 2: Gearing Up

That week couldn't have passed any slower.  I was so stoked - as a puck
boy I would basically be joining my dad's semi pro hockey team. They were
all fully grown, manly men, just like I wanted to be.  And now I'd be
hanging out with them regularly, picking up their habits, and learning to
be a man.  My Dad had already set a good example at home - nothing too
crazy, but he definitely wasn't ashamed of his body.  Our house wasn't
totally a locker room - at least not while mom was around.  But Dad
thought nothing of dropping trou to change in front of me, or coming in
to take a leak while I brushed my teeth, or walking around in just his
tighty whities.  And that had rubbed off on me - I was used to doing all
those things too.  And doing them made me feel more grown up, more like
my Dad, more like the man I wanted to be.


But I was still nervous. After all, I was almost 13, but these guys were
all somewhere between 20 and 40.  They were all nice though, and friendly
to me, so that was good.  And I would have a built in buddy with Zach,
the other puck boy (and Paul's son).  Zach was a year older than me
though, which also made me excited and nervous.  Excited because he was a
cool kid, seemed confident and alpha, and I would have plenty of time to
hang with him and we were basically guaranteed to become friends. He
could be my ticket to popularity at our junior high, and on our lacrosse
team that spring.  But I was nervous because he was that year older than
me, and already on the team.  I had some pubes, pit hair, and what I
thought was a normal sized dick, but I definitely didn't compare to the
guys on the hockey team that I had seen last week.  I hadn't seen any of
my friends dicks since we were really little, so I didn't have any idea
how I compared to guys my own age.  And I was definitely not as cool as
Zach, but he had always been cool when we'd met in the past - hanging out
at the kids table while our parents ate after the games and whatnot.


And maybe I was totally getting ahead of myself! Maybe I wasn't even
going to need to get naked at all.  But at the same time....I wanted to.
I wanted to be one of the guys...one of the men.  They all seemed so
comfortable and confident in their skin - it was obvious that shyness and
privacy were for little boys.  I had thought we were going to have
showers after gym class when I got to junior high, and I was disappointed
when I saw the shower room was just used for storage.  So I wanted to get
naked, but I also though I probably shouldn't seem too eager to get
naked, or that would be weird too. (Little did I know how eager most
guys- especially athletes - are to get naked!) I also couldn't figure out
how to ask my Dad about any of this without sounding weird.


As it turns out, I didn't really have to ask.  Monday after school Dad
checked in with me that my skates still fit, and then told me we headed
out to get the rest of the equipment I needed.  After dinner we went to
Play It Again Sports. In the car my Dad explained that usually puck boys
wore full gear, both for safety and so they'd look just like the rest of
the team, just smaller. Dad said all of his old gear had bit the dust, so
we'd have to get me my own set of stuff.  I was surprised but happy that
Dad was willing to lay down the money for a full set of gear. I guess he
was pretty excited and proud.


We walked into the store and a young guy was at the counter. He was
either a high school or college student, I couldn't tell.  He looked up,
saw us and broke into a wide grin. "Coach!" he hollered to my Dad.
"Smitty! buddy, how are you?" my Dad said back as they shook hands. He
must have been one of my Dad's players when he was the assistant Coach a
couple of years back.  "You home on break? How's college hockey treating
you?" So he was in college then.  As my Dad and Smitty exchanged small
talk and caught up, I wandered a bit, checking out the racks of pads.


Eventually they came over and we got to work.  "Let's see...." Smitty
said, "he's got a pretty decent build on him, so he definitely doesn't
need child sizes.  And I think he's probably even too big for
youth...let's try men's small."  I was happy to hear that if nothing
else, I was at least in men's sizes.  And he wasn't wrong - I had hit a
major growth spurt in the last six months or so, and my pants and shirts
always seemed too short.


I kind of stood aside and followed Smitty's lead. As we turned the corner
into the adult sizes, I noticed a much strong scent coming off the pads.
Smitty looked at me and said "sorry buddy, that's the one thing about
men's pads - they're a lot more ripe!"  "That's fine," my Dad said, "he's
gonna be stinking them up real soon himself!" as he tousled my hair.  I
was somehow proud of my Dad talking about me that way. Smitty loaded up
his arms with gear and pads and eventually ran out of hands. My Dad
grabbed a gearbag and said "here, stick it all in there - we're gonna
need a bag anyway."


Once he had all the gear, Dad grabbed the bag and we headed back towards
the dressing room to try it all on.  "All right bud, let's see how this
all fits.  I'll help you with what order to put everything on," my Dad
said.  "Uh, I don't know about that Coach." Smitty said, "the dressing
rooms are pretty tiny."  One quick glance confirmed that was not gonna
work.  "Well all right then," my Dad said, "we've got the store to
ourselves, so right here is fine. Strip down to your undies, Rocky."


Dad and Smitty resumed chatting while I tugged off my winter boots, and
then shed my jacket, shirt, and jeans.  Dad and Smitty then handed me
various pads and gear and showed me where it went.  Each new piece of
equipment brought a new feeling, and new smell, and got me wondering
about the last hockey stud that had worn it and poured his sweat and
manly essence into it.  I wondered how old they were, what their bodies
and muscles and dicks and balls were like compared to mine.  I was
definitely excited, and my cock was starting to move from its normal down
position over to the side to reach for my hip.  It was difficult to
adjust it without them noticing while they were fitting pads on me, so I
waited until my Dad was on my side adjusting a strap on my shoulder pad
to quickly reach into my hockey pants and push my cock flat over towards
my left hip.  As I looked up, it was clear Smitty had seen all of it.  He
gave me a little smirk and had a twinkle in his eye as he said "Pretty
exciting, eh Rocky?" "Yep...sure is..." I squeaked out, mortified.
Smitty gave a laugh though, and said "Yeah, I remember when I was started
as a puck boy, I was pretty excited about it too!"  This comment seemed
genuine, and put me at ease.  Something about the way he was looking at
me told me it was totally fine, and my semi was nothing to be embarrassed
about.


We got all the equipment on.  When they put the helmet on my head, I
swear I went to another level of existence.   I suddenly felt like a
little stud of a hockey jock.  I looked in the mirror, and I loved what I
saw.  The hockey pants and pads thickened out my lanky figure and made me
look more muscular - it was like a prophecy of the body I hoped to grow
into. My dick went from a semi boner into a full blown hard on.  I was
glad I had already pointed it to the side, but I was worried it was gonna
spring straight vertical at any moment.


Fortunately, I only had to stand there long enough for my Dad to say
"Okay! looks great!" and smack my helmet.  I walked back over to wear we
had left the bag to start getting out of the gear.  My Dad was instantly
on to look at some golf gear in the new merchandise section on the other
side of the store. "Let me know if you need any help Coach," Smitty said
as he took each piece of equipment from me and put it back in the bag. I
had gotten my helmet and gloves off, and Smitty was kneeling down right
in front of me tucking them into the gear bad.  I went to take my
shoulder pads off, but they got kind of stuck around my head.  As I
wiggled and struggled to get them off my head, I feel my cock spring out
from the waist band of my tighty whities and slap my stomach. I hurriedly
forced the pads off my head and looked down to see the head of my cock
fully visible over my new hockey pants and Smitty kneeling a few inches
away from it, smiling and chuckling.


I hastily tucked my pecker back into my underwear and blushed all over.
"Nice one, little man," Smitty said softly through his chuckles.  My dad
was pretty far off, so he couldn't see or hear any of this thank God.
"Oh my god...I'm sorry.." I started apologizing. But then something about
the way Smitty was laughing about it made me laugh too, and I couldn't
even finish my apology before I started giggling myself,  "Don't worry
about it, buddy - sign of a well functioning piece of equipment haha.
Happens to all of us.  Hell, I can't even tell you the amount of 'high
sticking' I've seen in the locker room and my dorm. Or how many times
I've sprung a woody at a weird time.  All men get boners.  No big deal.
And this just shows how excited you are about getting to be part of the
team right?  I know that excitement too bud...something about strapping
on the gear.  Something about the smell..." he trailed off as he packed
away the shoulder pads into the bag.  He had me feeling quite a bit
better, and I didn't give it too much more thought as I took off the rest
of the pads and my hockey pants.  "Well damn, I guess that is fully
functional" Smitty said as he looked at my left hip where my throbbing
boner was. "Good for you, little man haha.  You'll fit right in with all
us hockey guys.  You nervous about it?" he asked me.  I nodded.  "Ah,
don't be.  I mean I get it, and I remember feeling the same way.  But
don't worry about it - you're gonna have a great time.  They're all cool
guys.  And I learned a LOT from them...they're all studs.  Hanging out
with them gave me all kinds of confidence, and made me the man I am
today. And you're obviously well on your way to manhood, hehe.  You've
got nothing to be ashamed of, lil bro" he said nodding at my crotch as I
zipped up my jeans.


By the time I had pulled my shirt and jacket back on, Smitty was back
behind the counter ringing up my new gear.  My Dad and I walked up from
opposite directions. Dad held up a package and said "And we can't forget
this." He set it down on the counter with a smile and I saw it was a jock
and cup. "Oh definitely!" Smitty roared, "Gotta protect the manhood at
all costs. And wow  - an extra large?!" He said it with a smile and
raised eyebrows.  I gave my Dad a look, wondering what he was up to.
"Don't get too excited, Rock," Dad said, "It's a *youth* XL."


After we all had a good laugh at the misunderstanding, Smitty continued
chatting as he tallied everything up. "Big day, little bro getting his
first jock.  Means you're a man now, and got something down there to
protect."  I couldn't help but think that he had just seen it less than
five minutes before. "I remember when I got my first jock.  I still have
it - it's stretched all to hell, but I can't just throw it away.  I was
so excited when I got it.  Hopefully it fits you, buddy.  We're not
supposed to do returns on jocks, but try it on when you get it home.  If
it's not a good fit, bring it back in and I'll see what I can do," Smitty
said with a wink.


As Dad paid I drifted off in my mind...I now had all the appropriate gear
for a young hockey jock on his way to manhood.  And Smitty made me feel a
lot better about my gear-induced boner.  And I was definitely even more
excited to have a jock of my own! I'd been wearing my Dad's around the
house when I was home alone, and that usually led to me blowing one of my
small-but-getting-bigger loads of junior jock jizz.  But now I'd have one
of my very own.  And Smitty was right - it did make me feel like a man.
I couldn't wait to get home and get it on.


And when we got home, that was basically exactly what my Dad told me to
do! "Bud, run upstairs and try on that jock, make sure it fits. You know
how to put it on, right?" "Yeah Dad...I mean, I think so," I said,
realizing halfway through that I didn't want Dad to know that I had
plenty of practice from putting on his jocks when I was home alone.


I raced upstairs and stripped naked.  My dick was already half hard.  It
took me a second to open the packaging, and then I was able to unfold my
first jock.  The cup fell onto the floor with a thud. I picked it up, and
noticed it looked different than my Dads - it was basically a hard
triangle of plastic with a few circular holes in it, a blue foam edge,
and was almost basically flat.  All my Dad's cups were much deeper, had
just a couple holes at the top, and were much more contoured.  Cool - I
didn't know there were different kinds of cups.  I pulled the jock on
first.  It felt tight and stiff fresh out of the box, not like my Dad's
well used, well broken-in jocks.  Oh well, guess it would be up to me to
break this one in on my own.


My Dad gave a couple of knocks on my bedroom door as he opened.  "Well,
how is it?" he asked.  "I think it's good.  Right?  I haven't put the cup
in yet."  "Waist size looks good," Dad said, and then stared at my crotch
for a bit.  I simultaneously got self conscious and excited. At that
point I was kind of glad of my half hard on, cause it definitely helped
fill out the pouch.  Maybe he noticed something was up, because he said,
"you got the meat and potatoes where you want them?" I nodded. "You got
enough room in there? Looks like a pretty packed pouch."  I felt my dick
get a little bit harder at my Dad basically complimenting my equipment.
"Yeah Dad, I think everything fits."  "Ok good.  Slip the cup in there"
Dad said as he grabbed the cup off the floor.  "Hmm..." he continued as
he handed it to me, "well....give it a shot."


I tried to slip the cup into the pouch, but it wasn't easy to get past my
near stiffy.  I jostled some things around, and I think at some point my
dick and each nut came out from behind the pouch.  My Dad just watched it
all, and I guess he got quite a show, because he said, "Damn son, I
hadn't noticed - you got quite a bit of hair coming in down there for a
boy your age."  I must have blushed, because Dad said "nothing to be
embarrassed about, buddy, means you're well on your way to manhood.  I
don't think I had that many pubes when I started junior high."  I smiled
at that - I couldn't wait to be hairy like my Dad and his buddies.  I
finally got the cup all the way in the pouch.  But then I couldn't get my
dick and balls into the cup.  "Yeah, that's what I was afraid of," my Dad
said.  I reached in and tried pointing my dick straight up.  Dad saw me
and said, "Nah that's no good - you gotta point it down over your
balls."  And he was right.  If I pointed up, the head of my cock reached
past the top edge of the cup.  So I tried pointing it down again...but it
just wasn't working. "Yep," Dad said, "that youth cup is just not made to
handle Baker boys' balls haha."


I gave him a look and he continued in a conspiratorial tone: "you'll
learn this soon as you spend more time in locker rooms, son, but bigger
than average nuts seem to run in our family.  I had a feeling I passed
them on to you.  It's usually a good thing - every guy wants a nice pair
of healthy nuts - but it can be a little tricky getting adequate
protection for them.  Here hold on a second," he said as he left the
room. Wow! I had bigger than average balls.  I had always liked playing
with my sack, rolling my nuts around. And I liked feeling them get all
loose and floppy in the shower.  But it was a big ego boost to hear that
they were big. I was on my way to manhood.


Dad came back with another cup in his hand.  "Here bud, try this one."  I
took the flat cup out of my jock and grabbed the larger, bright yellow
cup from him.  I knew it would fit.  It was a cup I had tried on many
times before, but of course I couldn't tell him that.  It had much more
of a curve to it, that created more room for my man-sized nuts and normal
sized dick. "That looks better.  Feel better?" he asked.  I nodded.
"Enough room for everything, but not too big?" I nodded again.  "All
right then, that'll work for you.  I don't think you need a new jock;
we'll just have you use my cup with it.  Perfect combo.  Sound good?"
"Yessir," I replied with a smile.


After he left, I was reeling from the revelation that I had big nuts, and
that I got to wear one of my Dad's cups!  I felt manlier all ready.  And
now that I was alone, looking at myself in the mirror in my new jock and
old cup, I was getting really turned on.  The half boner I'd had for the
last 20 minutes went to full strength. I pulled it out the side of the
cup, but that was uncomfortable. So I pushed it straight up toward my
belly button.  This cup sat lower, almost partway between my legs, so the
top edge of it hit about halfway up my boner.  The rest of my woody was
barely covered by the waist band.  When I looked down I could see my
little piss slit looking back up at me. As I walked across my room to my
bed, the movement of the jock and cup massaged my cock.  I laid down on
my back, and have my new cup a few knocks with my knuckles.  The
vibrations went right to the head of my dick and felt amazing.  I put one
hand on my cup and started moving it up and down my shaft slowly, and
that felt even better.  Before I could even think or stop myself, I shot
three jets of white spooge past and into my belly button. AHhhhh...my
first load blown in my new jock.  Now it really was mine.  I pulled the
cup back out and put it over my mouth and nose.  I could smell my Dad's
balls in it still.  I couldn't wait to add my own sweat and scent to it
on Saturday night at the game.


end Chapter 2