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Subject: Jockboy adventures – Jack chapter 3 Another Jack chapter – getting more comfortable with his Dad, his teammates, and his Coach. This is a “what I wish had happened – but maybe could have happened if I’d known what to do” chapter. Hope it’s as fun for you to read as it was for me to write. And remember – depends on donations, so if you like reading here, contribute if you can at fty/donate.html Jack chapter 3 – more team bonding When I got out of the locker room and left school, Dad was waiting in the car. “Good game buddy! What took you so long?” he asked, mildly annoyed. “Thanks; Sorry Dad we were super sweaty and gross after the game so some of us showered. Sorry if it took a long time,” I said as I got in. “Oh! I didn’t know guys your age still showered,” Dad said. His annoyance had turned to amusement. “Well not everybody does. But after our last game at Lakewood we had to before we could get on the bus, and it was pretty cool.” “Sure, I believe it. We used to shower after every game, practice…even gym class!” Dad had been a three sport athlete, and had gone through all the same schools as me in our town. “That’s cool. It definitely feels good to rinse off. How did you ever have time after gym though? They barely give us enough time to change.” “Well we probably did have a bit more time…but then again we hauled ass too. The tunnel showers kept everybody moving.” “Tunnel showers?” Did he mean the weird hallway the guys had made me dash through? “Yeah it was like this zig zag hallway of showers that we all had to walk through. Almost like a carwash. There were shower heads on both sides, and you walked straddling this row of jets that sprayed up between your legs.” I looked at Dad in disbelief. “I’m serious! I don’t know who designed it, it was crazy. The water sprayed right at your crotch, and all the water was freezing! It kept us moving for sure, and you’d come out with the tiniest dick and balls you’d ever had in your life. We used to joke that it took at least 3 periods after gym for your junk to return to its normal size.” “Wow that is crazy! Sounds really wild,” I said, wishing with all my heart that I had been born a couple decades earlier. “The hallway is still there, and the water is still freezing, but there’s no water shooting up at your crotch anymore.” “Well that’s probably good,” Dad laughed. “Definitely! The guys made me run through the hallway, and it was bad and cold enough with just the showerheads from above!” “Yeah – now you know it could have been worse!” We both had a good laugh. “I’m glad that you’re comfortable hitting the showers with your teammates though, son,” Dad said. “Yeah,” I agreed, “it was pretty cool.” I was proud of myself, and happy that Dad was proud too. “An important part of being a man is learning not to be ashamed of your body. No matter what you’ve got, be proud of it,” Dad said, patting me on the shoulder. “Especially with those older guys. I’m glad you’re right in there with them. You’re about the same amount….uh…developed as them?” I knew exactly what my Dad was getting at, but his tone had shifted weirdly clinical, so I played dumb. “What do you mean Dad?” “You know what I mean…growing up, becoming a man.” I just looked at him blankly and let him struggle a little. “Oh come on, you know what I mean! Body hair, pubes! Balls dropped, a growing dick!” “Ohhh, yeah Dad.” Hearing him talk about my dick had made it grow all right. Even if I had just gotten my first blow job from Ray fifteen minutes ago. “Yeah, if anything, I’m a little more `developed'” – I said it sarcastically, making fun of his formality – “than a lot of the guys.” “You little shit, you knew what I meant,” Dad said laughing, and gave me a soft punch on the arm. I was laughing too. “Why’d you make me spell it out?” “I don’t know, it was funny making you say pubes. I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed about it – all guys have pubes, right Dad?” “Well sure, eventually. But some guys don’t hit puberty until a little later. There were guys in my gym classes all the way through high school that didn’t have şişli travesti much or any pubes. I’m sure there’s guys on your team that don’t. And that’s fine, they’ll get there. But I’m still glad you’re as mature as the guys on your team.” Dad pulled up to a stoplight and looked over at me with a half smile. “Yeah, I guess I am too Dad.” He had gotten more serious, so I was too. “Just remember…” Dad said, peeling off his sweaty t-shirt to reveal his full chest of hair, “who the real man of the family is!” And he pulled me into a headlock, first mashing my face between his furry pecs, and then into his armpit as the light turned. I was laughing and putting up a token resistance as I enjoyed the scent of his sweaty body. I guess it had been hot enough for him to work up quite a sweat just watching the game. I was a little sad when he let me free, but happy that he left his shirt off the rest of the ride home. Dad had kept himself in shape, and I hoped I would follow in his hairy, muscular footsteps. “How old were you when your chest got all hairy, Dad?” “hmm…I think I was in high school. Yeah, started in 10th grade or so. So you got a couple years before that. You’ll probably get the trail up to your belly button from your pubes first.” No Dad was relaxed again, talking to me man to man. I like this a lot more. “And then the chest will probably start to come in. But you’ll get a fuller beard before that too, probably, instead of just that sorry excuse for a mustache,” he said with a smirk and a laugh. “Sorry son, I shouldn’t say that. You should be proud of every hair on your body. It means you’re growing up and becoming a man.” We lapsed into silence, or rather the radio and the sound of the wind in the open windows. I definitely felt more like a man after getting sucked off. It didn’t really bother me that it was a guy that had done it – it felt way better than just jerking off. And it had been such a masculine, bro bonding kind of thing…it was just so chill and relaxed and awesome. I was hoping it would happen again, and I couldn’t wait to hang out with those guys again on Saturday at Jakes. Friday after practice Coach turned the showers on for us again. It was once again me, Jake, Derek, and Ray, but a couple other guys also joined us – Jesse and Brandon. Jesse was taking a dump when I walked into the bathroom. We were both buck naked since we were on our way to the showers. I had planned to try and take a dump again, but since the shitter was occupied, I just played it off like I was going to take a leak. “Hey Jesse,” I said, holding eye contact to prove I wasn’t weirded out seeing him naked on the shitter. “Yo my dude! You hitting the showers too?!” Jesse was obviously excited. “Yeah man, ever since Lakewood I realized it’s just way better to go home fresh and clean,” I said. “Oh most definitely. I was surprised when I saw you man up and get naked at Lakewood,” Jesse said, and then farted. “Haha sure man, why not. I got nothing to hide,” I said as I pissed, my bare ass facing Jesse. “Amen brother. And you got more pubes than most of the 9th graders on the team, so good for you,” Jesse said as he started ripping off some toilet paper. “Haha thanks man…I guess?” I said as I shook off my dick and flushed. “See you in there,” I said as I walked past him again while he wiped his ass. When I got to the showers, Jake, Derek, and Ray were already in there, and so was Brandon. Brandon’s claim to fame was that he was the hairiest guy on the team. He was only in ninth grade, and almost as hairy as my Dad. His fur looked even better when he was all wet. Jesse padded in a minute later. Derek said he was glad Jesse could stop shitting long enough to take a shower, and we all laughed. Jesse’s dick looked like it had a bit of a chub to it, flopping in front of him as he walked. Ray and Jake had brought in body wash from home, and we were all passing it around and sharing it. Seeing Brandon lather up his fur made my cock start to grow. I wasn’t sure if I was jealous of him, wanted him, or wanted to be him, but I was definitely beylikdüzü travesti into it. It actually seemed like most of the guys were in awe of his manliness. He didn’t have the biggest cock – in fact his pubes were so thick that they almost made it look smaller – but he was undeniably the manliest of us. Jesse was the opposite – a big guy with a good build, but a small patch of thin pubes and some light pit hair. He said what we were all thinking. “Damn, you’re one furry fucker.” We all laughed. “Don’t worry buddy, someday you’ll become a man too,” Brandon taunted back. “I dunno man, looks like I’ve got more manhood than you do bro,” Jesse said as he grabbed his dick. “Nah, just looks bigger cause you ain’t got shit for pubes. And plus you’re hard for me,” Brandon replied. “Hey I’m excited, what can I say. Always happens when I’m naked. You like it though?” Jesse laughed, making it clear that this was all in good fun, and we all laughed too. I was hoping for another blow job, or at least jerking off. I made eye contact with Jake and raised an eyebrow. He gave a small shake of his head that I took to mean nothing would be happening. I guess Jesse or Brandon was a dealbreaker. At first I was really pissed. But then I realized I was still naked in the showers with 5 of my teammates, which is all I had ever wanted before yesterday. So that was still pretty cool. It seemed anti-climactic though, and I wanted to raise the bar. So I said to Jake, “Hey, you think Coach will join us?” “I dunno man, he didn’t say anything about it when he turned the showers on. That’d be sweet though…” Jake answered. “Yeah it would be awesome…should we go ask him?” I did my best to put a mischievous twinkle in my eye, but then felt self-conscious about it. “Or is that too weird?” “I don’t think it’s that weird. I mean yesterday he said he’d think about it, but yeah…we don’t wanna bug him too much about it either. Wait – we can ask him for a cup for soap again, and see what happens from there,” Jake suggested. So we walked out of the showers dripping wet and headed for Coach’s office. The other guys asked where we were going, but we just ignored them. We both popped into his doorway, totally naked, full frontal, dicks swinging. “Hey Coach!” Coach looked up from his paperwork, saw our wet naked teen bodies, gave a bit of a eyeroll, but still smiled. “Coach, can we grab a cup again for soap?” Jake asked. “You couldn’t do this before you were soaking wet? You’re getting my floor all wet,” Coach complained half-heartedly. “Oh sorry Coach, we were so excited to hit the showers we didn’t think about it until we were already wet,” I improvised. “Oh yeah?” Coach asked. “As excited as you were at Lakewood?” He smirked at me. This was the second time I thought he was referencing seeing me naked and hard in the other team’s locker room. “Hehe not quite Coach,” I replied, a little embarrassed he said something in front of Jake, but also happy that I had made such an impression on Coach. “Yeah, here you go,” Coach said as he got up from his desk, grabbed a cup from the water cooler, and brought it over to us. “Keep it moving though, will ya? I wanna go home sometime tonight.” “Sure thing Coach,” Jake said. “We thought maybe you were gonna join us today Coach…” “Haha nah…” Coach was giving us both a good once over. “I don’t wanna ruin your self esteem – better to let you guys go on thinking you’re studs.” “Oh suuuuuure Coach!” I teased. “I dunno, Brandon’s showering today, and he might have more hair on his chest than you do…” “He probably could give me a run for my money,” Coach admitted with a laugh, “but I’m pretty sure I got you all beat in other areas.” Coach cupped his bulge through his shorts, and I felt the blood flow into my cock. “Haha I bet Coach…although…a lot of hockey guys *say* they’ve got a big one, and then you see them in the showers and it doesn’t live up to the hype…” Jake continued taunting Coach. “Yeah yeah yeah – I only shower with real men, not little jockboy twerps like you.” Coach’s smile made it less mean than istanbul travesti it sounded. “Maybe next time boys. Now get out of here!” he hollered as he pushed us both back out of his doorway. Jake and I were laughing as we walked back to the bathroom to fill up the cup with soap. We probably weren’t gonna use it, but I could tell we both felt the same rush from being balls out naked in front of Coach for so long. And I loved how nonchalant he and I were about walking through the locker room with our dicks swinging, too. This was the vibe I was hoping for. When we got back to the bathroom, we remembered we had already washed up with Ray’s body wash, so we just chucked the cup in the trash and went back to rejoin the other guys. They were already drying off, having finished showering while we were bugging Coach. We knew we couldn’t all be done immediately after we’d asked Coach for a soap cup, so Jake and I stepped back under the nearest two showerheads and shot the shit while the other guys dried off. Once they had left the drying area to go back to their lockers, Jake grabbed his cock, looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I nodded, and we both started stroking our dicks. As curious as I was about how any other guy – especially Jake – got themselves off, I also sensed that we were trying to blow as quick as possible. It wouldn’t matter if Ray or Derek caught us, but if it was Jesse or Brandon or Coach, I wasn’t sure what would happen. Jake did have a great dick, and it got hard fast. It looked longer and thicker than mine. His balls flopped around a lot as he started stroking, but then pulled up tighter as he got closer to orgasm. My dick also shot right up as soon as I touched it. Watching Jake pound his meat was great inspiration, and I found myself close as well. I was fisting my cock with my right hand and playing with my sack with my left. Jake took a couple steps out into the drying room to make sure no one was headed for us, and when he came back he stood square in front of me. Our dicks were pointing right at each other, almost touching, as we beat them mercilessly. Jake took his free hand and pinched my right nipple again, like he had the night before while we were both getting sucked off. I returned the favor, and he let out a silent moan. Jake moved his left hand from my nipple to cup my swinging nuts. My eyes went wide in surprise and pleasure as I felt the hair on my nuts get tickled by his hand. Jake smiled as if to say, “feels good doesn’t it?” So I reached across and returned the favor. Up until that point, I had only touched my own nutsack, but Jake’s felt big and heavy and full. Jake also had more hair on his nuts than me. The feeling of his hand on my balls, and mine on his, got me real close real fast. I mumbled softly to give him a warning, but then my cock exploded all over both our chests and our forearms. It felt amazing, especially with Jake’s hand expertly massaging my nuts. As my orgasm faded I started giggling at how much jizz I’d shot all over both of us. Jake started laughing too, but he was still working on getting himself off. I kept working his nuts, but he stepped closer and turned. Jake took his hand off my nuts and reached around to grab my ass cheek, pulling me closer to him. I rubbed his balls while he squeezed my ass cheek, and my cock rubbed his hip. The cum still oozing out of my cock kept things pretty slippery on his smooth hip and side. Jake seemed to like the feeling of my still-hard cock smashed up against his side, because it wasn’t long before he was breathing heavy and shooting ropes of cum across the shower room floor. As he snapped out of the afterglow, he laughed and gave my ass a smack. “Good game bro,” he laughed. We rinsed the cum off our torsos and arms and dried off. As we were leaving, Jake double checked that Derek and Ray and I were all coming over to his house after tomorrow’s practice to hang out and swim. We were going to have his house to ourselves and I couldn’t wait. In the last two days each of them had touched my nuts, and two of them had put their mouths around my cock. And all that was in the wide open locker room where we could get caught. What would happen when we were in no danger of being discovered? I jerked off twice that night – once thinking about what had happened that day, and once brainstorming what might happen the next day.

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