Date: Wed, 20 May 2020 01:02:08 +0000 (UTC) From: Jockbros Jockbros Subject: jockboy adventures - Rocky Chapter 4 Hey guys - hope you're liking the story so far. I've got one more chapter coming up, and it's a long one. Send me an email, let me know what you think - open to suggestions, too. And if you had any similar experiences, I definitely wanna hear about them! And remember - nifty depends on donations, so if you like reading here, contribute if you can at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Rocky Chapter 4: Dad's Jock Each subsequent week in the locker room with the team just got better and better, more and more at ease. I turned thirteen, which was way cooler than being 12, and made Zach and I the same age for a few months. I was getting comfortable with the milestones of manliness I had already accomplished, and adding one or two more every week. I was totally relaxed hanging out naked in the locker room, never in a rush to get dressed. And then once I got my jock on, I was basically invincible. I got (and gave) more cup checks than I can even begin to remember. I think I hit every player's cup at least once, and them me. Even my Dad! We had always rough housed and picked on each other, so this was just another dimension to that. We'd snap each others jocks or give cup checks to each other same as we would anyone else on the team. And while at first I had felt awkward being naked with my Dad, it was just becoming normal. We'd have short conversations in the locker room in our jocks or naked, and it was really nothing at all - just guys being guys. It seemed like our locker room camaraderie was extending into home life too, though we were pretty careful to make sure it only happened when my mom wasn't around. Dad started freely swearing in front of me; guess he figured by that point I'd already heard it all from the team. He'd talk more freely in general; it seemed like he was just more relaxed around me, and starting to treat me like more of an equal. This made me feel more grown up and manly, and gave me confidence to act as such in the locker room. And at home, too, when the opportunity arose. When mom wasn't home, neither of us closed the door when we were taking a leak, and if we were outside, Dad made it clear it was fine to just drop trou and let it rip. We'd try to burp and fart as loud as possible - we both got a good laugh out of that kind of thing. Dad would time his showers right after me, so I'd be naked and drying off as he was stripping down. Sometimes we'd end up chatting a bit in our tiny bathroom, both of us completely naked. After the locker room with the team, I was almost comfortable in my skin as he was. At the game each week I tried to do some small act of manliness, and each week it seemed like I saw five more I wanted to try. Week 2, when I managed to take my time getting dressed and chat with Zach while we were both bareass, Tim was walking around the locker room with his boner sticking out in front of him like it was no big deal. And he had a nice dong, but it really wasn't a big deal - it was clear that all the guys had seen boners before, and were concentrating on getting ready for the game. Week 3 Zach and I took a piss together before the game in our tighty whities, and had some laughs crossing our streams in the trough. After the game that night we saw Scott taking a long piss into the drain in the shower room. When he saw us watching he said, "What? Tell me how this is any different than the trough?" While he gestured back towards the bathroom area, his heavy dick just kept pissing. If the team seemed pretty comfortable and shameless with each other in general, it was even more true for Erik and Jay in particular. They were always close together, taking bench spots side by side, and showering at the same pole. They even took a pregame buddy dump together before every game. I found that out when I had finally worked up my courage to give those open stalls a shot. Dad and I had gotten there early, and I really had to go. I thought it was empty - but then when I rounded the corner I saw Erik and Jay, occupying the two toilet stalls, jocks around their ankles, chatting and laughing as usual. I stammer out an apology, but Jay just said, "What for dude? We're shameless poopers, lil bro, we don't give a fuck," and then we all started laughing. "You need one of these buddy?" Erik asked. "Here, don't worry I'm almost done." I paced back and forth a bit while he finished up and flushed. "There ya go, Rock - I got it all nice and warm for you" Erik said as he pulled up his jock and walked over to the sink. I hurried to drop my pants and sit down, and an explosion ripped out of me as soon as I did. That made everybody laugh again. Erik said, "damn dude, guess you did need that seat." Jay just said, "attaboy, Rocky. Welcome to the shameless pooper club haha" as he stuck his hand around the partition for a fist bump. Erik walked back from the mirror and fist bumped me too. "You're not truly shameless though until you do it buck naked," he said. "And with a buddy!" Jay hollered as he flushed. One goal accomplished, and two more set. After the games, many times guys would start to chub up in the shower. It was no big deal to anyone, but it seemed like once there was one boner it was contagious. Sometimes guys would call it out just for fun - "HIGH STICKING ON TIM!" - just to get everyone to look at his rod and have a good laugh. I got hard a couple times, too. When most of the other guys with full size cocks were at least at a semi chub, no one cared about my smaller one. But one time I noticed Zach getting hard next to me, and I threw a full throbbing erection where I thought I was in danger of actually shooting right there in the shower room. So I tried to make a quick getaway - and bumped full on into Paul as he was coming from his post game dump to the showers. "Whoa buddy, slow down," he said with a laugh. As we stepped back from each other, I watched him look down at my boy boner and his eyes widened. "And you got a loaded weapon there too haha - nice one buddy. You better go take care of that or put it away before it goes off." Zach was shortly behind me getting back to our bench. "Wow dude, looks like you got a stiffy too," he said under his breath. "Haha yeah man..like the guys say, they're contagious," I said. We were both facing the wall, openly look at each others hard cocks without anyone else being able to see. "You got a nice one there buddy," Zach said. "You too" I replied, "and you definitely got me beat." Zach's cock was probably about an inch longer than mine, and a bit fatter, too. "Haha yeah, for now. Who knows, maybe you'll catch up. I can't wait to get home and stroke a load out of this thing," Zach said. I tried to stay relaxed - we had never talked about jerking off before, and I wasn't sure it was something guys were allowed to talk about. Sure, the older guys talked about blowing loads, but I had thought they were talking about sex with their wives and girlfriends. I regained my composure as quick as I could, and just said, "Yeah man. I know, right?" Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Once Zach opened my eyes to the fact that all guys jerk off, and that it was cool to talk about it with your buddies, I began to notice more things in the locker room. Like the next week when I saw Erik and Jay taking their pregame buddydump, both with hard dicks pointing straight up. Or the week after that when I overheard Scott, with a boner, say as I was leaving the showers that he "needed to take care of this" and asking Tim if he wanted to too. Or when Hank was handling his hog before the next game, and someone asked him if he was gonna jack off before the game. "Nah bro, can't do that til after - need the energy" Hank replied with a laugh. That got me thinking about what Hank would look like jerking off, and how big his hog would get when it was fully hard...oh man. All the talk of jerking off made me lose any sense of shame I had about doing it, so I was blowing 2 or 3 loads every day. Before school, after school, and before bed usually. If I had time, I'd put on some or all of my gear, to get off on the scent and the idea that I was a hockey stud like the guys on the team. I think I jizzed on every piece of my equipment at least once. If I was home alone, I'd still sneak my Dad's jock out of the laundry and put it on to jerk off. One time after a game, I was particularly horned up and couldn't wait to beat off. So I told my parents I was tired and asked them to drop me off home before they went out for drinks with the team. Dad brought in his equipment bag when he let me in the house. That was an added bonus - I had planned to just jerk off with my own gear, but now I had all my Dad's freshly worn gear too! As soon as my parents pulled out of the driveway, I stripped down and started rummaging for my Dad's jock. I got it out - it already had a load of jizz in it! I was blown away and almost shot my own load immediately. I couldn't believe how much there was - it covered the whole inside of the jock. His cup was still in his jock pouch, so it had created a nice bowl to hold all the cum. Not only was there way more than any load I had yet produced, it was also way more gooey. My spunk was watery in comparison. I touched it with a finger and it stretched away from the jock as I pulled my finger back. Eventually a bead of it broke off and stuck to my finger. I rubbed it between my thumb and finger and it felt so sticky and slippery at the same time. I couldn't resist - I put the head of my boner in the middle of my Dad's spunkpuddle and started rubbing it back and forth. It. Felt. Amazing. I started humping into his jock covered cup, and about five thrusts later, I added my own boyjizz to my Dad's manspunk. As I was coming down from the strongest orgasm I'd ever had, the fog of testosterone started to clear. Wait...when did my Dad blow that load? It must have been after the game. I replayed everything that had happened in the locker room that night. Nothing too unusual...lots of sweat and hair and cocks and balls. I was heading to take a piss when I bumped into Paul coming back into the locker room. This time though, it seemed like he was the one with a bit of a semi nestled in all that fur. I didn't think much of it; I'd seen almost all the guys at almost every state of arousal by that point. Then I saw Scott lining up to take a piss into the drain in the showers, and I decided now was a good a time as any. So I hung up my towel and stepped up next to him, aimed my dick and the drain, and let my postgame piss flow. He looked at me with a nod of approval and said, "Fuck yeah, Rocky! attaboy!" I just laughed and grinned back. "Aw jeez, now ya got the kid doing it?" Jerry said from across the room. We both just turned over our shoulders, still pissing and laughed at him. "Hey wait for me!" Zach said as he walked over. But he was just a little too late...both our streams were slowing to a trickle. "Sorry bro, next week" I said as I shook the last few drops off. Scott and I started cleaning off while Zach pissed next to us. Dad wasn't in the showers yet, so I asked Scott to borrow his shampoo - guys did that sort of thing all the time - and as I came back to shower head, Zach started laughing and said "See? you shoulda waited for me!" He had been pissing on my leg and I didn't even feel it! "What the fuck?!" I said, but Zach just laughed. "Relax dude," he said, "we do this kind of prank all the time in hockey, and lax too. Better get used to it buddy." looked to Scott, who had watched it all happen, for confirmation. "Yeah Rock, no big deal. Just piss, rinses off, and even prevents athletes foot." I rolled my eyes, laughed, and let it go. Zach asked for the shampoo next - I tried to think of some similar prank, but I had an empty tank and couldn't come up with anything. Zach and I had both needed to borrow Scott's shampoo because our Dads hadn't been in the showers yet like they usually were. Paul usually went from the shitter right to the shower, but he had gone back to the locker room. Then when Zach and I were almost done showering, our Dads had finally come into the showers with a couple other guys. I hadn't thought anything of it at the time, but that was the only time my Dad could have blown this massive load! Did my Dad and Paul and those other guys all jerk off together while me and Zach and Scott were pissing in the showers? Thinking about all that got me rock hard again. It wasn't two minutes later that I added a second smaller load to my Dad's jock. It put it back in his bag, and crashed into my bed exhausted.