Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2020 15:50:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Jockbros Jockbros Subject: Jockboy adventures - rocky chapter 9 Hey guys - shorter installment here - tried to keep it to one event. Send me an email, let me know what you think - open to suggestions, too. And if you had life changing locker room experiences when you were in middle school/high school/ college (like I did), I wanna hear all about it. And remember - nifty depends on donations, so if you like reading here, contribute if you can at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Jockboy Adventures - Rocky chapter 9 - Buying New Jocks Mom and I pulled in the driveway at the same time as my Dad. He had been refereeing a hockey game after work. He lugged out his gear bag from the trunk and we all chatted on our way in the house. I told them about the after school lacrosse workout, but I didn't mention getting pantsed or Coach saying I needed a jock while my mom was still there. Dad was complaining that he was still all gross because the crappy rink he had just been to didn't have showers for the officials. We got in the house and I went up to my room with my backpack to do the little bit of homework I had. After a couple of minutes, Dad came in wearing just his briefs, socks, and undershirt, but carrying his hockey bag. As he walked through my room, Dad said, "Your mom says my bag smells too bad to stay in our bedroom or bathroom anymore, sport, so it looks like we're converting your bathroom to our at-home locker room." He dropped his bag and started hanging up some of his equipment and clothes to dry out. "So tell me more about this workout? How was it? What did you do?" I filled him in on the details of what we'd done, ending with how Zach and I had gotten pantsed. He laughed just like Paul had, and was happy to hear that we hadn't let that stop us too. I told him how Coach said I should wear a jock with nuts like mine, and he laughed again. "Yeah...he's probably right. Guess I should have probably thought of that before. Did the other guys wear jocks for the workout?" Dad asked. "No, I don't think so," I said, "but I didn't see everybody change either." "Well we can get you a couple if you wanna give them a try," Dad replied. "But I didn't know if you'd be too self conscious to put a jock on if nobody else was." "No way! I'll definitely wear a jock. I figure if the other guys aren't wearing a jock it must be because they don't have the balls I do," I said, projecting only slightly more confidence than I actually had. "Haha, good attitude sport. Attaboy," Dad said. "And I think you might like them. Jocks are especially good for guys like us with big sacks. Keeps em from flopping around too much." "Well...I actually tried one on at Zach's house earlier. And it was super comfortable!" "Oh really! One of Zach's?" "Ok actually I tried on a couple. One was Zach's, but it was a kids size, and it was too small. Paul looked for one of Josh's, but I guess Josh has them all at school, so Paul let me try on one of his." My Dad looked surprised. "It felt great. Really comfortable!" "Well goddamn," Dad said slyly, "my boy filling out a grown man's jockstrap - and probably better than he does!" He started laughing proudly. I thought about Paul's fat, heavy manmeat and mumbled, "well...I don't know about that..." but then I started laughing along with my Dad. He was obviously proud of me, and was his bulge growing a little in his briefs? "They were a size large, but Paul said I probably needed a medium." "All right sport, we can stop by the store tomorrow and get you some, and figure out what size. Who knows, maybe Paul didn't want to admit that you and him could wear the same size jock!" Dad erupted in laughter again as he walked out. The next night we went back to the sporting goods store after dinner, and Smitty was working again. He and Dad chatted some, and I said hi as well. Once they had finished their small talk, Dad proudly announced "Rocky here needs some more jocks!" "Ok man, great, let's get you set up. What happened, did you lose yours or forget it somewhere? Smitty asked. I wasn't sure whether he was asking me or my Dad, so I stayed quiet and looked at Dad. "Tell him," Dad said excitedly. It was obvious he wanted me to be able to tell my own good news. "My lacrosse Coach says I should wear a jock for our preseason workouts. But not a cup, just a regular jock with no cup pocket," I said, gradually feeling more confident as I spoke. "Oh nice, time to start dressing out like a man, eh lil bro? Good for you. Here," Smitty said as he came around the counter and led us over to the aisle with the jocks. "We've got a few here to pick from - different brands, and thicker and thinner waistbands. Do you know what you want?" "Kind of...?" I mumbled. "We've got a few ideas, but we're not really sure," Dad interjected. "You think we could maybe try out a few?" Dad asked conspiratorially. "I mean....we're not really supposed to let people try on jocks, but...who cares. I don't see why not," Smitty said with a wink. "Are you both trying some on?" "Oh no, I'm good, just Rocky," Dad said quickly. But then, after a beat he added, "Although actually, I could use a couple new ones. Most of mine are pretty worn out from the gym." "All right, well grab whatever you want to bring to the fitting rooms. I'm just gonna put up a `be right back' sign so nobody comes in and sees you walking around in jocks," Smitty said. "What makes you think I'm gonna be walking around?" Dad asked. "Uh...because I know how you are," Smitty answered, and we all laughed. Dad grabbed a bunch of jocks, and tossed me a few. Duke, Bike, McDavid, mediums and larges, and a mixture of swim jocks and regular jocks. I followed him back to the fitting rooms, which were at the very back of the store. There were way at the back, with one small room on each side of a little alcove with a bench in the middle. There was a skinny mirror in each fitting room, and then one of those three-part mirrors in the center area. Dad headed left, so I took the one to the right. I set the jocks down on the bench as Dad said, "Can you figure out how to get them open?" "I think so," I said as I turned back towards Dad. He already had his shirt off, and was leaving his door open as he untied his sneakers. "Just be careful - don't get cut, and don't bust the package either in case we don't end up buying it, haha. Which one you gonna try first?" Dad said as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. "I don't know...I guess this Bike one like Paul's?" I said. "I should have guessed. All right, son. I will too then," Dad said as he dropped his pants. I toed off my sneakers, rushing to strip down and catch up to him. I got down to my briefs before I popped the packaging open and unfolded the jock. I got naked and pulled the new jock on, settling my manhood into the pouch. I glanced at myself in the mirror and felt pretty good. Then I saw my Dad behind me in the mirror. He'd come out into the middle area wearing just the jock, and was waiting for me to do the same. I turned and walked out there. "Lookin good, sport!" Dad exclaimed and laughed. "Thanks Dad, you too," I laughed. "Is that the medium or the large?" Dad asked. I glanced down. "Medium. Feels pretty good, a little tighter than Paul's, but like...in a good way?" "Oh yeah? Cups your nuts real nice?" Dad asked as he palmed his own nuts through his pouch. "Haha yeah," I laughed. "Well damn, it's like somebody cloned you!" Smitty said as he came around the last rack of merchandise and saw us in our matching jocks. We both turned toward him. "Yeah? How do we look?" Dad asked. "Pretty great, I'd say. Looks like a perfect fit," Smitty said with a smile. "Yeah, there is something about wearing a jock that just makes you feel like a man, eh son?" Dad said as he stepped up to the three-fold mirror and checked himself out from all angles. "Yeah Dad, guess so," I said, feeling absolutely great about myself. "Most definitely," Smitty chimed in. "That why I wear them all the time." "All the time?" Dad asked. "Yeah, instead of briefs or boxers or whatever. A jock just feels great," Smitty shrugged. "So...do you have one on now?" I asked with a mixture of shyness and excitement. "Hell yeah!" Smitty pulled the warm up pants he was wearing down to show us. He had on a different jock than Dad and I, but he was definitely filling out the pouch. Dad let out a low whistle and said, "Well damn, guess so. Looks good on you, buddy. Nice full pouch you got there, too, looks like." "Haha, thanks, but it's nothing compared to you big-balled Baker boys," Smitty said with a laugh as he pulled his pants back up. "Although you might wanna try the Duke ones like I'm wearing, cause I think those have the roomiest pouches." "Oh yeah? Well it's tricky - gotta find the right combination of room and support, ya know?" Dad said. "But all right, let's try those on next. Rocky, I got you one of those right?" "Yeah Dad," I answered as I stepped back into the dressing room, leaving the door open again. "Oh shit, I don't think I have one for me. Nope. Store's closed, right?" Dad asked Smitty as he was already halfway down the aisle in just his jockstrap. Smitty and I just looked at each other and laughed. I thought for a second about the last time I'd been here, how nervous I'd been, and how Smitty and seen my boner and been so cool about it. Thinking about that made me start to get hard again, so when I dropped the Bike jock, I had more than a bit of a chub going. I look over and saw Smitty casually watching me get dressed, and I gave a little laugh and a shrug about my inflating dick. After all, nothing he hadn't already seen, and this time I wasn't even fully hard. I pulled the Duke jock on, and it was a swimmer style, with the really thin waist band. As I stepped out of the changing room, Dad was coming back with one for himself to try on. "Ah, a swimmer! What do you think bud?" he asked. He didn't bother to step into the changing room, he just tossed the new jock to Smitty to open while he stripped off the old one. "I like it. The narrow waistband is kind of cool. Feels sleek," I said. "Well sure, that's the idea. It's for swimming after all," Dad said. "So like...you'd wear this as a bathing suit?" I asked. "I wish!" Smitty exclaimed. "Although I mean some places I have - if it's just the guys at the lake or someone's pool. And I've heard you can at certain gyms, too..." He trailed off waiting for Dad to confirm that as he tossed him the jock he'd just taken out of the packaging. "Yeah, there are a few gyms that I think still have men-only swim time where you could probably get away with it," Dad said, completely naked in the middle of the sporting goods store and in no hurry to cover up or get dressed. "But most of the time guys wear them under their bathing suits to keep their junk under control, and prevent it from flopping around too much." "Oh okay...so probably not really what I need," I said, watching Dad pull his Duke on and arrange his cock and balls in the pouch. "Well, I know a lot of guys use them for running and cardio workouts too, so if you like it, we can get you one," Dad said. "I grabbed the wideband version - probably gives a little more support than the swimmer. But you're right Smitty, nice roomy pouches." Dad and I stood next to each other in the three-fold mirror, him in his wideband jock and me in my swimmer. Somehow it seemed right - a Dad in the heftier jock and his son in the smaller, more slender jock. It somehow made me feel more manly and more boyish at the same time. Dad made eye contact with me in the mirror and beamed with pride. I was glad he was as happy about this as I was. I continued to make my way through the pile of jocks Dad had picked out for me. Dad matched me jock for jock for a couple more, and then he just put back on the first Bike jock and hung out in that. So he and Smitty would open packages for me and I tried the jocks on. A few of them were too small or too big, and Smitty would package them back up to put back on the shelves. I only had a second to spare to think devilishly about the next guys who would be wearing those jocks, not knowing that my dick and balls had already been in them first. Dad and I both really liked the Bike jock with the medium width waist band, but we wanted to try size medium and size large. So at the end we came back to the Bikes and they had me try them on back to back and come out in front of the three-fold mirror. Neither Dad or Smitty had any reservations about snapping the leg straps, testing how much room there was in the waist, or jiggling the pouch to see how much my balls moved. I loved having this open discussion about my body with them - I felt a real sense of manly camaraderie. When I had the large on, Dad grabbed the front of the waistband and tugged it up and down really hard, making my balls bounce. Then, standing behind me, he reached around and cupped my nuts, lifting them up and letting them drop a few times. I could feel his chest hair on my back, and his jock-covered Dad cock touching my ass. I started to get hard real quick. "Yeah...I think this is too loose, sport," Dad said as he continued to bounce my balls in his hand. My dick was trying desperately to get hard within the pouch, and Dad must have been able to feel it through the mesh. "I dunno...kinda looks like he's starting to really fill it out," Smitty snickered. Dad laughed, "Yeah, you're right. Attaboy sport, good to know everything is fully functional down there. And you can put that to work later on when it's time to really break your new jocks in. We always said a jock wasn't really yours until you blow a load in it." Dad was feeling my teenage boner now, through the mesh of the pouch. It had shifted to point sideways, and was trying desperately to escape the jock pouch. I was incredibly turned on, watching it all in the mirror, Dad and I both in our jocks, and Smitty watching too. Dad started to rub his hand along my cock, and I accidentally let out a little moan. "Feels good, doesn't it sport?" Dad growled softly into my ear. "Yeah Dad," I panted. I leaned back into Dad as he pressed himself into me. I could feel his jock-covered cock in between my buttcheeks, and it was hard like mine. I glanced over in the mirror and saw Smitty rubbing his bulge through his warm ups. I moaned again, breathing heavily. I was getting close. Dad brought his other hand around so he could cup my balls and stroke my shaft at the same time - all through the mesh of the jock pouch. "Dad...I...." I stuttered, suddenly very close to cumming. "It's all right son, let it go," Dad whispered as I started pumping my load into the jock. "Yeah, atta boy, blow that load." Dad kept stroking me as I shot a big thick load. I could see it oozing through the pouch and onto Dad's hand. When I finished, Dad wiped most of the jizz back onto my jock, and then raised his hand to my mouth and said, "Can't let that brotein go to waste, right bud?" I licked it up hungrily, still incredibly horny. Suddenly Smitty let out a loud moan as he blew his load into his jock and warm ups. Dad stepped back away from me, and I could see his cock was hard, but still somehow pointed down over his big balls. "Well....I guess we're buying this one!" Dad said and we all erupted in laughter. I hoped for a second that Dad was going to blow his load too, but instead he started getting dressed. He left the jock on and started pulling his jeans on over it. "Dad can I wear this one home?" I asked. "Definitely, sport," Dad said. "That big load you put in it will help it stretch and mold to you, so you should leave it on as long as you can. Or at least until we get home and you wanna christen one of these other ones." We all laughed again, and again I felt cool and manly, sharing a joke between guys about beating off without embarassment or shame. Besides the jocks we had on, Dad had a pile of two medium Bikes with the medium waistband, a medium Duke swimmer, and a medium Bike swimmer for me, and a couple of large Bikes and the Duke, all with wide waistbands, for him. Hesitantly, I asked "You don't think I should get any wideband jocks, Dad?" "Nah, not yet sport. I don't think you've got a big enough build for them yet. You've got plenty of time to grow into them," Dad said. "These jocks are perfect for a guy your age - almost exactly what I had in junior high." "Yep. Me too," Smitty added. "Welcome to the brotherhood, buddy." "Okay....and if I want one, I know where you keep yours," I said to my Dad with a smirk. We were both a little surprised at my nerve saying that, but everybody laughed.