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Subject: Jockboy adventures – Rocky chapter 12 Meant to write a quick short chapter, but…oh well. Send me an email, let me know what you think – open to suggestions, too. And if you had cool locker room experiences when you were in middle school/high school/ college (like I did), I wanna hear all about it. And remember – depends on donations, so if you like reading here, contribute if you can at fty/donate.html Jockboy Adventures – Rocky chapter 12 – Zach’s flashback I ran into Zach at lunch the next day, and eagerly told him that I had worked out with the 9th graders after Mack’s invitation. He was eager to hear the details, so he invited me over to his house after school. I started telling him about everything that had happened while we were walking to his house. I was just getting to the good stuff when we got there. We were both pitching pretty good tents in our jeans, and shucked them when we got to Zach’s room. “Dude, your story’s got me so hard,” Zach said as he pulled the front of his tighty whities down to reveal his hard dick. “Haha, I’m all boned up too,” I said as I showed him mine. “Wanna hang out in jocks?” Zach asked. “Cause I got a story about Mack when you’re done.” “Hell yeah man, let me grab mine out of my backpack,” I answered. When I got back, I picked my story back up while we both sat on the bed and idly stroked our boners through the fabric of our jock pouches. When I finished Zach said, “Damn. That’s awesome.” “Haha, yeah…felt awesome to hang with those older guys,” I replied. “Yeah, that’s kinda what my Mack story is about too,” Zach said. “Didn’t know about his older brother, though…sounds like an interesting guy.” “I guess yeah,” I said. “Looking back, it was pretty wild, how I just showed off my ass to him, not even knowing him.” “Dude, you don’t have to tell me about showing off…I get it,” Zach said. “The day I saw Mack’s dong, a lot of people were showing off, including me, haha.” “What?! How?! What do you mean?!” I was desperate for the details. Zach launched into his story: “Last year the 9th grade team showered all the time. Definitely after games, sometimes even after practices. I was a ballboy for a couple of their games, so I got to hit the locker room with them after. At first I volunteered to ballboy as a way to get in with Coach Harper, but then I kept doing it so I could hang with them after the games. “They won their first game big, and everyone was pretty hyped about it. I got back into the locker room after most of the team, and the first thing I saw was Mack, buck naked, standing on a bench, helicoptering his huge fucking dick. The other guys were laughing and cheering, and mostly naked too. Mack was only in 8th grade, but his cock was still the biggest on the team. One of the other guys was saying in a mock teacher’s voice that he was gonna take attendance in the showers, and no excuses or late passes would be accepted. It seemed like most of them were heading for the showers. I was planning to get changed and head home, but I felt my stomach gurgle. All of a sudden I had to poop pretty bad, so I headed for the locker room bathroom. “Well as soon as I turned the corner, I saw one of the ninth graders on the can shirtless with his shorts and jock around his ankles. I didn’t know him, but we made eye contact when I abruptly stopped. `Oh sorry,’ I said. “`Nah dude, I’m sorry. I just started and I’m gonna be here a while,’ he said with a laugh. “You should probably ask Coach if you can use the crapper in the coaches office.” “I nodded, turned and headed for Coach’s office as my stomach gurgled again. Damn. Now some of the other guys were up on the bench with Mack, trying to do the helicopter. None of them were as good at it, probably because none of them had as massive a johnson as Mack. “When I got to the office door, Coach was looking through his window into the locker room. Seemed like he was watching the guys try to helicopter. When he saw me, said, `Hey thanks for helping us out, buddy. You did a great job, definitely helped keep the game moving.’ “`Sure Coach, happy to help. It was fun,’ I said. “Um, I’m sorry to ask, or bug you, or whatever, but um…can I use your bathroom? One of the guys is already on the can in the locker room and he said he was gonna be there a while.” “`HA!’ Coach guffawed. `I bet I can guess exactly which one it is, too. But yeah sport, go for it. Right in there. Only thing is, it’s not much for privacy,’ he said as he nodded in the direction of the bathroom. The bathroom wasn’t really a separate room at all, just kind of through an open doorway from the main room of the office. “`Oh ok, thanks Coach,’ I replied. `And it’s fine, I’m pretty used to it, we don’t even have a door on our bathroom at home, haha.’ I was trying to sound more nonchalant than I actually was – it was one thing to take a dump at home with Josh and my Dad, who had know me since I was born. I guess Coach and I were about to get a lot more familiar too. The bathroom area was pretty tight – a small sink right through the doorway with a shower to the left and the toilet to the right. I stepped through the doorway and dropped my shorts and jock. I had a pretty long t-shirt on, so Coach couldn’t really see anything, but he was probably gonna hear some stuff, and definitely smell it. “`Ahhh that explains why Josh was so at home here on our locker room shitter,” Coach said. “I found him on the throne in there so many times, I would swear that was the only place he ever pooped.” “`Huh…take it from me, Coach, he pooped plenty at home, too,’ I deadpanned. I took advantage of Coach’s uproarius laughter to let loose on the toilet bowl. “From my seat on the can I had a clear view of Coach sitting at his desk. He looked through the window to check on the guys in the locker room. `Yeah, they’re a pretty decent bunch. A little rowdy in the locker room though, haha,’ Coach Harper said as hoots and hollers echoed from the showers. Coach leaned back in his chair to see further into the locker room. `You know you’re welcome to hit the showers, too, if you want,’ Coach said, looking right at me, as if it was the most natural thing to hold a conversation with one of his players while he dropped a deuce. I was proud of myself for holding eye contact with Coach, but mad at myself for not bringing a towel. “`And actually buddy, I’m about ready to rinse off myself,’ Coach said. “`Uh sorry Coach, I’ll hurry it up,’ I said when I realized he meant he was going to use the shower that was four feet in front of me. “`Well I couldn’t care less, but I thought I should at least give you fair warning,’ Coach said as he stripped his shirt off. He’s got quite a bit of chest hair – not as furry as my Dad, haha, nobody is – and he’s in pretty good shape. Not a six pack, but definitely not fat. “I was pretty much done pooping, but now that Coach was coming in, I was in no rush to leave. He dropped his shorts and put them on his desk chair along with his shirt, leaving him in just his jock. No cup, just a supporter. He walked over to the corner of the office I couldn’t see, and I saw he’s got a pretty hairy ass too. He came back with a towel on his hand and hung it on a hook outside the bathroom area. Then he pulled his jock down, kicked it up, caught it, and put it on the hook too as he walked through the doorway. “Coach has a pretty big cock. It was about a foot in front of my face, so I got a pretty good look at it. Definitely bigger than either of our Dads. Not bigger than Hank though, I don’t think. But probably bigger than Mack. And it was uncut. Gotta say, all that extra skin looked pretty cool hanging off the end of it. “As Coach turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up, I stared at his back and ass and couldn’t believe my luck. He stepped under the water, and turned izmit sınırsız escort bayan back toward me pretty quick, catching me looking at his meat. “`Kind of a weird bathroom set up in here, huh buddy?’ Coach said. `I guess…but it’s kind of like my house too,’ I explained. Hope I’m not stinking you out too bad Coach. I know how much that sucks- When Josh was living at home I swear he used to save his most rancid dumps for the minute I got in the shower.” “`I believe it,’ Coach said as we both laughed. `But nah buddy, don’t worry about it. Coach Collis destroys this bathroom almost everyday so I’m pretty desensitized to it.’ “We both laughed again. I didn’t want to push my luck too much further, so I started to wipe. “`You’re hitting the showers, right bud?’ Coach asked. `Probably best to clean that up, haha.’ “`Uh well…I had planned to just go home after the game Coach…so I didn’t bring a towel…,’ I said. I was furious with myself- was Coach gonna let me shower in his shower? With him? I felt my dick start to grow and I was glad my t shirt was hanging low enough to hide it. “`Oh don’t worry- I got plenty of extra towels on the shelf out there. Just grab one on your way to the showers,’ Coach offered. He must have seen my face fall. `Don’t worry, the older guys won’t mess with you.’ “`Oh, ok Coach…yeah, no I know they won’t. I just thought…’ I trailed off as I finished the paperwork. “`Ah ok good. I didn’t think I guy who had no shame about dropping a deuce in front of his Coach would get self conscious about hitting the showers,’ Coach teased. “`Oh no worries Coach. I’m sure I’ll be the smallest guy in there – in a lot of ways!- but that’s cool. I’m used to being the little brother, and the small guy around the house,’ I said while I pulled up my drawers and flushed. “`Well don’t sell yourself short, Zach. Looks like you probably got some of them beat. And besides, if any of them get too cocky, now you know who can put them all to shame,’ Coach said with a wink and a jiggle of his huge dong. “I just laughed as I walked out, getting more of a boner by the second. Not only did Coach know I was mesmerized by his tubesteak, but I guess he’d gotten a peek at mine. Which was fortunately contained by my jock, at least for now. I grabbed a towel off the shelf and walked back towards my locker, willing my dick to go down. I didn’t want to have a hardon the first time I hit the showers with the 9th graders. “It actually ended up working out pretty well because my dick was in that semi chub state, where it’s a little bit bigger than normal but it’s not a boner either. The state of my dick combined with Coach’s comment had me feeling pretty good as I walked back to the showers naked, towel over my shoulder. The bathroom was empty when I walked by, but I was thankful that guy had been on the can earlier and forced me to go use Coach’s. “I guess either a lot of guys had showered quick, or skipped it altogether. Or I took longer in Coach’s bathroom than I thought. Seemed like pretty much everyone was finishing up in the showers as I was walking in. A few of the guys greeted me with `Hey, ball boy!’ and one of them said, `Yo, ball boy’s got some balls!’ Everybody laughed, including me. “As I looked around, I saw what Coach meant. Most of the guys were hung about like me, some smaller, some slightly bigger. And most of them had less pubes. I remember Josh having a lot more pubes when he was in 9th grade, so that’s what I was expecting. But I guess we’re just hairy guys – makes sense when you look at Dad, haha. So yeah, nothing too intimidating…until I saw Mack draining his donkey dong into the shower drain. He saw me looking, and gave me a nod and a smile as his fat heavy cock just hung there while he finished pissing. I didn’t know what to do, so I just nodded back and took a shower head. “Two other guys were chatting at showers next to each other. One was really built, with a nice cock that looked sort of half hard like mine was. The other guy wasn’t as ripped, but had a great full bush that was creeping up towards his belly button. “`Well, we got almost all the guys to shower today,’ ripped guy said. I realized he had been the voice I heard earlier saying he was gonna take attendance in the showers. “`Yeah, getting closer,’ bush guy said. `Wonder why some guys still won’t do it?’ “`They’re probably embarrassed cause they don’t have great pubes like you, bro,’ ripped guy said with a laugh. `Or any pubes at all!’ “`Nah man, come on…ninth grade? Everybody’s got pubes. Right? I mean look – even the ballboy’s got pubes,’ he said looking over at me, `and you’re in, what? Seventh?’ “I nodded. `See?!’ Bush guy said. “`I dunno man,’ ripped guy said, `my cousin is in 8th grade, and he doesn’t have any pubes yet.’ “`Damn…poor dude,’ bush guy said. `But I bet they’re just embarrassed by their tiny dicks. Or intimidated by yours and Mack’s!’ Mack gave a smile and a laugh as he walked out of the showers. “`Dude who cares? We’re all guys here,’ ripped guy said. “`Yeah man, for real,’ bush guy agreed. `My Dad always told my brothers and me that we should be proud of our dicks, no matter the size.’ “`I know. And it doesn’t matter how big it is soft, anyway,’ ripped guy said. “`Yeah, if they ever came back here they’d see that we’re all about the same size hard anyhow,’ bush guy said with a laugh. I had been listening the whole time, but now they definitely had my full attention. I stayed turned away, partly to hide my once again growing boner, and partly to make it seem like I wasn’t hanging on every word they were saying. I was dying to know the details of whatever they were talking about, though. “`I know, right?’ ripped guy said, also laughing. `I mean, except for Mack, of course. Hear that buddy?’ Oh shit…was he talking to me? `You don’t have to worry about hiding your bone, if that’s what you’re trying to do. We’re all guys, we all get hard.’ “I looked over my shoulder, still not sure they were really talking to me, and also wondering if they were hard. They weren’t, but I was about three quarters myself. “`And most of us just took care of it,’ bush guy said. `That’s the only reason we’re not boning up with you, lil bro.’ “`Yeah buddy. Don’t worry about it, you’ll fit right in with us – looks about the same size, too,’ ripped guy said. “Hearing that praise made my cock throb. `Uh…cool,’ was the best I could muster for a response though. “`Haha, relax man. Go ahead, dude. Take care of that boner,’ bush guy said. “`I’d join you but I need more recovery time,’ ripped guy said. `Oh damn, here comes the post-nut-piss,’ he added as he let loose a stream of piss against the shower room wall. Bush guy barely even reacted. “`What about Coach?’ I hesitated, still not convinced this wasn’t part of some elaborate prank or initiation. “`Ah, he never comes back here. I have a feeling he knows what we get up to haha. Besides, from some of the stuff he says, I don’t think he’d care if he did,’ ripped guy said. I had to admit after my interaction with him, I couldn’t imagine him getting too angry about it. “`Come on little bro, beat that meat,’ bush guy said. `I wanna see if you can cum.’ “`Look at those pubes on him, he can definitely cum!’ ripped guy argued. “`Well then come on, show us,’ bush guy said. `Doesn’t look like it’ll take long.’ “I gave in and wrapped my hand around my throbbing dick. He was right…this wasn’t going to take very long. “`Yeah buddy, stroke that piece,’ bush guy egged me on. “`Nice lil bro,’ ripped guy said. `You’re getting close already, aren’t you? Look at those little nuts tighten up. Yeah buddy, show us how you blow that load.’ “They were just staring at me while I jacked my dick. It should evinde görüşen escort have been weird, I mean I didn’t even know their names. But I actually really liked it. Knowing they were watching me made me feel like a stud. It didn’t matter that I was two years younger than them. Thinking about these two jocks watching me made me even hornier, and all of a sudden I was about to cum. I grabbed my balls with my free hand and gave my taint a little squeeze, and I started to shoot. I came up on my toes and launched a rope a few feet out into the middle of the showers. Both guys gave a loud `WHOA’, obviously impressed. My next shots didn’t go as far, but I was proud I made a good showing. “`Well damn I guess he can cum,’ ripped guy said. “`Definitely bro – that’s probably more than you shot today,’ bush guy said with a laugh as he elbowed his buddy. “`Shut up man, I told you I jerked off this morning,’ ripped guy said. I loved how openly they were talking about jerking off. Back then, I didn’t talk about that kind of thing with any of my buddies. `Nice distance too though, buddy,’ ripped guy added. “`Yeah man, you been practicing? How often do you jerk off?’ bush guy asked. I wasn’t sure how honest to be. bUt while I was trying to decide how to answer, he just kept going. `Cause we usually bust 2 or 3 loads a day – morning, after practice, before bed. But if we have a game we’re not *supposed* to jerk off that morning’ – another elbow at ripped guy – `we’re supposed to save it for after the game instead.’ “I wondered who had made that rule – if it was just their own rules amongst friends, or if Coach had mandated it. But all I said was, `Yeah man, about the same.’ Which was true – I was jerking off two or three times most days, and on about the same schedule. “`Nice bro,’ ripped guy said. `Pretty cool. I think you’re the only ball boy that was man enough to shower with us. Let alone blow a load,’ he said as they both laughed and turned their showers off. `What’s your name again?’ “`Zach,’ I said. “`Well Zach, nice to meet you, bro. Hope you can ballboy for us again, and we can show you a thing or two,’ ripped guy said as they gave me fist bumps and left the shower. I waited for my dick to fully deflate and then I followed them. They were already getting dressed, so I hurried to do the same. “I brought my towel back to Coach’s office on my way out. He was dressed again, coing his hair in the mirror. `Hey Coach, thanks. Where should I put this?’ I asked. “`Hey sport, no problem. Just chuck it right in that bin. Feel better now?’ he asked with a bit of a smirk. “`Yessir,’ I replied, wondering if he really did know what went on back there. “`Me too,’ he said with a wink.” ——– “Wait wait wait – was Coach saying he had rubbed one out too?” I asked Zach, incredulous. “I DON’T KNOW! I never had the chance to ball boy for them again,’ Zach wailed. “But, I mean, soon we’ll be playing for him ourselves, so….we’ll see what happens.” “Damn. Yeah,” I looked at our cocks. We had been right on the edge of cumming for a while thanks to both our long stories. “You ready to cum?” I asked Zach. “Yeah man, just about. It’s gonna be a good one. Where should we shoot?” Zach panted. “You wanna cum on each others jocks?” I suggested. “Yeah man, sweet,” Zach answered. We paused and grabbed them off the floor and set them on the bed between us. We were facing each other on our knees, stroking our rock hard cocks with one hand and playing with our nuts with the other. In a few quick seconds we were soaking the jocks with rope after rope of our teenage jizz. “Nice,” Zach moaned as we came down from our orgasms. “Yeah man,” I answered. “Bush guy and ripped guy would be impressed by both of us, I think, haha.” “You want some?” Zach asked as he held out his hand with a few last drops of cum on it. “Sure man, yeah,” I said as I licked it clean and held my hand out for him to do the same. As we each grabbed our cum covered jock, we heard the garage door go up. Paul was home early. It’s funny, a few months ago, the idea of anyone catching me naked, or god forbid jerking off, would have sent me into a panic. Now we didn’t even hurry to pull on our jocks. It felt awesome to have this circle of guys – boys and men – where we could all be relaxed and shameless about our bodies. “Oh damn, that feels nice,” I said as I adjusted my package and felt Zach’s teen spooge make my dick and balls all slimy. “Hello?” Paul hollered, coming in the house. “Hey Dad! We’re up here,” Zach yelled back. Then to me, “Yeah man, it does. So slippery, haha.” “Hey boys,” Paul said as he stepped into the doorway. He had already stripped off his shirt and tie, and his belt was undone. “Damn! Smells like you guys have been having some fun in here, haha. We hanging out in our jocks tonight? Sounds good to me, I’ll go put mine on.” “Damn your Dad is so fuckin’ cool,” I said with a laugh as he left. “Yeah, he’s pretty chill. You Dad is cool though too,” Zach said. “He just can’t get away with as much guy stuff at home cause your mom is always around.” “Yeah, you’re probably right…he is super chill in the locker room,”I replied. “I gotta piss.” As I was heading to the bathroom, Paul came around the corner, obviously heading to the same place. He was wearing a white jock that looked great against all his fur. “Uh-oh, you headed for the bathroom too?” he asked. “Uh yeah, but I can wait,” I said, immediately regretting it. I had that just-orgasmed-and-have-to-piss-immediately feeling. “Number 1 or number 2?” Paul asked. “Number one,” I answered. “Ah, me too. No problem then, we can share the bowl,” Paul said with a laugh as he put his arm around my shoulders. I felt his armpit sweat on my neck, shoulder, and arm. We stepped into the bathroom and up to the toilet, each at a bit of an angle. Paul pulled his jock down under his nuts, letting his forest of pubes and hairy balls out for me to stare at. I pulled my jock down too, and immediately I could smell the musk and funk from Paul’s crotch and the bleachy smell of Zach’s cum. “Damn, did you even clean up after yourself?” Paul said, staring at my shiny, slimy dick as he started to piss. “Shouldn’t be letting that brotein go to waste.” “Uh, well – ” I gave my balls a little tickle like Paul had taught me to get the piss flowing ” – we actually just shot our loads into each other’s jocks.” “Ahhh, nice,” Paul said. “Although it might suck when all that cum dries into your pubes, haha. Cool idea to have each others’ boyspunk in your jocks.” “Hey Paul?” I asked tentatively, “Do you think my Dad would be cool with this kind of guy stuff at our house? Like, if my mom wasn’t home?” I finished pissing, but didn’t pull my jock back up. “What do you mean? He must be naked around the house some, isn’t he?” Paul countered. “Well yeah, but only like around the bathroom we share,” I answered. “Well there you go then,” Paul said as he shook the last drops of piss out of his thick manmeat. “And as for all the jerking off stuff, I can’t imagine he’d have a problem with any of the stuff you guys are doing…hell, it’s all the same stuff we were doing when we were your age,” He said with a guffaw. We both tucked ourjunk back into our jocks. “Yeah…he filled me in on a game you used to play…I think it was called `Shots on Goal’?” I said mischievously. “Haha, did he? So then yeah, he’s fine with it,” Paul said. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s just cool how you guys can hang out like you’re in the locker room all the time. I wish my house was like that,” I said. “Well, you probably get enough of it when you hang out here,” Paul laughed as he gave my butt a smack. “But you got me thinking – maybe we should try to convince kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan your Dad to let the tournament next weekend be a boys only weekend. See what happens with the four of us sharing a hotel room.” My eyes went wide and my dick pulsed, despite cumming less than fifteen minutes ago. I hadn’t even known there was a tournament next weekend. “Yeah, that would be cool.” “I bet I can convince him to leave your mom at home. In the meantime, we can hang out in our jocks until it’s time for you to go home,” Paul said. “You staying for dinner?” “I don’t know, I have to ask,” I said. I hadn’t planned to come to Zach’s after school at all, and then I was planning to go home, but the idea of hanging out in our jocks for a couple of hours was irresistible. I called mom and she wanted me to come home for dinner tonight. Zach, Paul, and I hung out for a while in our jocks watching TV and playing video games. It was so cool, just us guys, chilling in our jocks – one fully grown hairy man and two young men, burping, farting, scratching our sacks, and making the whole place smell even more like armpits and feet and balls. “Glad you don’t mind our relaxed lifestyle around here, Rocky,” Zach said. “Mind it? I love it,” I said. “Yeah, you fit in real good here. Almost makes me feel like Josh is back home again,” Paul said as he came back in from the kitchen. His sweaty jock pouch was clinging to his schlong, and I watched it swing a little from side to side as he walked. “He’s coming home soon for spring break though, right Dad?” Zach asked. “Yep, couple weeks,” Paul said. “He’ll be happy to see how you guys have started wearing jocks more.” “He’s probably got his whole dorm talked into wearing jocks,” Zach said. “I wouldn’t be surprised. You’ll have to ask him,” Paul said. “All right Rock – we better get you home for dinner.” “Aw, yeah. I don’t wanna have to get dressed though,” I mock-whined. “I’d be happy to let you stay, but your mom says she wants you home for dinner tonight,” Paul said. “So come on, I’ll run you home quick. Zach, you coming along or staying here?” “I’ll stay here,” Zach said. “I don’t wanna get dressed either, haha.” “Who said anything about getting dressed? I mean, Rocky has to, but I wasn’t planning on it,” Paul laughed. “Aw come on, that’s not fair,” I complained as I pulled my jeans on over my jock, and put my t shirt back on. “Hey, I can put more clothes on if you really want me to,” Paul offered. “No, I’m just jealous,” I admitted. “All right then, let’s go,” Paul said as he slipped some old sneakers on his feet and grabbed his keys. He sauntered out the door in just his jock, hairy ass on full display. I yelled goodbye to Zach and followed Paul into the garage. Although I had spent plenty of time around Paul when he was wearing just a jock – and hell, fully naked, too – it was new and different to be riding around town with him like this. People could see that he was shirtless, but they had no idea he was driving in just a jock, his bare ass on the seat. “You okay there bud?” Paul asked. I guess I’d been staring. “Oh, yeah. Still just jealous. Can’t wait to be a fully grown man like you. And wish I could be riding around in my jock, too,” I said. “Well, maybe next time, buddy,” Paul said. “But I’m glad you like wearing your jock so much. It’s good for you. Real men wear jocks.” Fortunately when Paul dropped me off, Mom was back in the kitchen cooking, so she wouldn’t have been able to see Paul’s exposed chest fur (or any more of him). Dad pulled in right behind us, though, and while I was getting my backpack and stuff, he came around and leaned on Paul’s open window. “Jesus Paul, you can’t be driving around like this!” Dad exclaimed. For a second, I thought he was actually mad at Paul for driving me around almost naked. “People are gonna think Bigfoot is driving around the city!” They both laughed. “I offered to put on more clothes, but Rocky said he didn’t care,” Paul said. “You’re crazy,” Dad said, laughing. “You used to be crazy too, remember,” Paul chided. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Dad said. “Not all of us can live like you do – not saying I wouldn’t love to, but the wife would never go for it!” They both cracked up again. “Thanks for bringing him home, Paul,” Dad said as we waved and walked into the house. Mom and Dad got to talking, and I went up to my room. I was thinking about how I wished Dad and I could live like Paul and Zach – like a 24/7 locker room. It just wasn’t possible with mom around. But then again, she had banished Dad to my bathroom, and I couldn’t remember the last time she had come in my room. She would just call me down when dinner was ready. So I decided to strip back down to just my jock. I settled in at my desk and got working on my homework. I heard Dad coming up the stairs, and I knew this would be the moment of truth. He almost always came through my room to get to the bathroom when he got home from work. I thought about putting my clothes back on, but then I told myself to man up. “Real men wear jocks,” I said to myself under my breath. “Hey Rock!” Dad said a couple minutes later as he came through my bedroom door in his socks, briefs, and undershirt. The bulge from his massive nuts was as big as ever. He stopped and did a slight double take when he saw me almost naked. “Whoa, I guess Paul’s really rubbing off on you, huh?” “Yeah, haha, I guess,” I said. “I just figured why not? These jocks are so comfortable, and Mom never comes up here, so…” “Sure. Good for you, son,” Dad said with a slow nod. “And I’m glad you’re liking your jocks so much. Did you wear that to school today?” “No, I still wear my briefs to school. I wear my jocks for working out, and I kinda like wearing them for just hanging out, too. We were hanging out in our jocks at Zach’s,” I answered. “Ah, nice. That’s the kind of thing you can do when it’s just guys around the house,” Dad said. “Well, I mean, Mom never really comes up here,” I said. “You’re right. And I can let her know that you’re going for a more…relaxed…dress code these days, and that she shouldn’t come barging in without knocking,” Dad said. “That way you can hang out up here bareass without worrying.” He continued into the bathroom. “Oh sweet Dad, thanks!” I exclaimed. “Sure thing, buddy,” Dad said as I heard his heavy stream of piss hit the toilet. He’d left the bathroom door open like always. He finished up, flushed, and came back out. “Boys your age should start to have more privacy anyway,” Dad said. “You know, for…whatever.” “I don’t really need privacy from you, though Dad,” I said as I got up from my desk. Hearing Dad go made me have to pee. “I mean, there’s not much you haven’t already seen.” “Haha, I guess that’s true sport. I’m glad you being a puckboy has brought us closer like this,” Dad said while I took a leak. “Me too Dad,” I glanced back over my shoulder to see Dad eyeing my jocked butt. “That jock really does look good on you, Rocky. Like you were born to wear it. I guess that shouldn’t be surprising though, since you’re my boy,” Dad said with pride as I finished up. “Yessir. Thanks Dad,” I said. When I turned back towards him, it seemed like the bulge in his briefs was even bigger than it had been before. “You know, it would be cool if you wanted to hang out in your jock with me…” “GUYS! TIME FOR DINNER!” Mom yelled up the stairs. Dammit!! “Hmm…that’s not a bad idea, sport,” Dad said with interest. “But we better get dressed now and get down to dinner.” He walked out and I got dressed, cursing Mom’s timing. But it seemed like Dad was into the idea. So if I didn’t get to hang with Dad in our jocks today, it would happen soon. And at the very least, I had the tournament to look forward to. Send me an email, let me know what you think – open to suggestions, too. And if you had cool locker room experiences when you were in middle school/high school/ college (like I did), I wanna hear all about it. And remember – depends on donations, so if you like reading here, contribute if you can at fty/donate.html

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