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Subject: Jockboy Adventures Chapter 6 Hey guys – hope you’re liking the story so far. Kind of another long one here. 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 (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 Rocky Chapter 6: Playday with Erik and Jay After jerking off with Zach multiple times and tasting each others cum, we were bonded at a new level. There weren’t any secrets between us, and we both felt totally comfortable with the other. We could talk about anything, and we did. I didn’t have any classes with him, but when I’d see him in the halls, we talked guy stuff – the last time we’d jacked off, throbbing boners we randomly got in the middle of class, the giant dump we’d just taken. Lacrosse season was getting closer, and I was excited for that, and excited to have such a good buddy on the team. Saturday nights in the locker room with my Dad, Paul, and the rest of the guys continued to be awesome. I felt closer than ever with Paul too, and I thought about the taste of his precum, the smell of his musk, and the feel of his dick in my hand a lot. I wanted to experience all of that again, for sure. I wasn’t ashamed of any of it, but it also didn’t seem like stuff we should do in the locker room with other teammates around. And I wasn’t sure if my Dad should be around either… I was jealous of the close and open relationship Zach had with his Dad. My Dad and I were close too, but just not in quite the same way. Zach and Paul just had a sense of shamelessness in their house – it seemed like either of them could do anything and not be judged or scolded or gross the other one out. I mean, there wasn’t a ton of shame in our house, but we didn’t openly talk about jacking off, either. My Dad was just a little more reserved than Paul, I think, and plus my mom was around most of the time. We just couldn’t have that locker room at home vibe with her around. So I was eager to hang out at Paul and Zach’s house again as soon as possible. But that opportunity didn’t come around for a while. So I continued beating off two or three times every day, eating my loads, hoping to start making some precum, half hoping that my Dad would catch me in the act. And I wondered if he was jerking off at home, too. I started finding more reasons to go in the bathroom while he was on the can. Mom kind of took over the master bathroom, so a lot of times Dad would use the one right off of my room. I’d knock, yell “hey sorry I need the nail clippers” and come in as quick as I could. A couple of times I thought maybe his dick was chubbed, but I never caught him at full mast. Dad didn’t seem to care, though he must have noticed all the interruptions, because he just stopped closing the bathroom door. And I also started hanging out in just my tighty whities when I was in my room, or all around the house if Mom wasn’t home. Dad definitely noticed that, saying something like “Damn, one night at Paul’s house and you’re running around in just your undies. I should have seen this coming.” But he said it with a smile and a shake of his head that told me he was fine with it. And he would sometimes walk around in just his briefs too, which was cool. We started having some good chats through the open doorway while I was on my bed or at my desk, and he was on the can in the bathroom. I would sometimes start to get hard in my briefs, and I wondered if Dad noticed. I couldn’t help it. Dad seemed to think those were the ideal times to have man to man talks. And I guess he was right – I mean, I can’t imagine a better environment for male bonding. Some of the talks weren’t really where I was at in life – respect for women, how sex works, that I shouldn’t be having it yet, but if I ever did to use a condom. Other times it would be about my development – he noted that I was putting on some muscle, told me soon I would need to start shaving. “And from what I’ve seen in the locker room it looks like you’re doing pretty well below the belt too, son,” Dad said. “You definitely inherited my big balls, but your pubes are coming in nice and thick – all that testosterone those fat nuts are making. You’ve got a good sized johnson already, but I bet it’ll start getting bigger soon too.” I loved that my Dad was talking about my cock. “You think Dad? I hope so…you think it’ll get as big as yours?” I knew I was pushing the envelope a little, but I wanted to prolong this conversation as much as I could. “Probably, sport. Who knows, maybe bigger! Maybe you’ll give Hank a run for his money!” Dad said and we both laughed. Another chat was about masturbation. Dad played it real cool – he didn’t ask me if I did it, he just kind of assumed I did. “So son…I’m sure by now you’ve discovered all the fun you can have with your cock. I want you to know that it’s perfectly fine and normal to jack off, and all guys do it.” He must have seen the look of relief on my face. “Any guy who says he doesn’t jerk off is a liar. I’m sure you’ve heard enough of the guys on the team talk about it to know that it’s an awesome part of being a man – you’ve always got a toy hanging right between your legs. Just do your best not to let Mom catch you…that’d be weird for both of you.” I noticed that he didn’t mention not letting *him* catch me….interesting! “And be smart about where you shoot – don’t leave your splooge some place dumb.” “…where should I leave it, Dad?” I asked hesitantly, basically admitting I was jerking off all the time. “Well, some guys use tissues. Some use a sock, or a towel, or underwear for a jizz rag.” Dad hesitated. “…I know some athletes shoot loads into their cups or other gear, they say it brings them good luck.” Did Dad know I had been sperming up my jock, cup, and basically all my pads? Did he know I had discovered his load in his cup all those weeks ago? “Oh really?” I played dumb. “Do any of the guys on the team do that?” “Haha, yeah, some of them do,” Dad replied. Then I really pushed my luck. “Do you, Dad?” He paused a second, and I think he was trying to decide how honest to be. “Well buddy, I don’t jerk off all that often anymore, but I do shoot a load in every jock and cup I own to christen it and mark my territory.” “Ok, cool Dad.” I did a great job of playing it off like it was no big deal that my Dad just admitted that he jerked off, into his jock, and had also jerked off into the hand-me-down cup of his I wore every week. My cock was throbbing though, and I couldn’t resist asking: “I’ve heard some guys eat it, too…?” “Jesus, those guys are ridiculous. Don’t they know there are some things you don’t have to tell a 13 year old?” I guess Dad assumed I had heard that in the locker room. “Yeah, some guys swear by it, they say it’s high in protein. It’s one way to dispose of it, that’s for sure. I can’t really get past the taste…bitter as hell.” Ok, so my Dad has eaten cum, too. Holy shit. I laughed nervously as my dick pulsed. “Oh really?” I asked, as if I hadn’t tasted mine, Zach, and Paul’s jizz. Dad was finishing up in the bathroom, and chatting distractedly. “Yeah…but hey, who knows, some people like it. Precum, on the other hand…oh hey sport, do you know about precum?” I wasn’t sure how to play this, so I just kind of shrugged. “Does clear slippery liquid come out of your dick before you cum?” I shook my head. “Okay, well it might start to soon. Sometimes when you get turned on, your balls will make precum, which would ordinarily help to lube up your cock for sex. You don’t have to worry about that yet, but you might have to worry about it making a damp spot in your clothes. I’ve never precum enough for it to soak through my briefs and my pants, but some guys do. Anyway…that stuff tastes way different and better than jizz. I don’t know why, just does.” He flushed and washed his hands. I nodded thoughtfully as if I didn’t already know all about precum. “Ok Dad cool. Then I hope I start to make some soon.” “Don’t worry sport you will. All right, looks like you got some business to take care of right now. I’ll leave you to it,” Dad said with a laugh and a nod at my package. He walked out and closed my bedroom door behind him. My Dad had basically just told me to jerk off, and knew that’s what I would be doing. It took about five strokes for me to cum, and I licked it all off of my hand. I hadn’t exactly felt guilty about jerking off before, but this talk with Dad gave me the green light to jerk off as much as I wanted. So my diet got a lot more protein in it, and my gear got a lot more teen jock jizz in it. I told Zach what my Dad had said, and he was happy that we were getting more comfortable with each other like he and Paul were. That Saturday afternoon was a “Skate şişli travesti with the ‘Hawks” day for youth hockey kids to come and learn from some of the guys from the team. It wasn’t something a lot of the guys wanted to do, so it feel to Erik and Jay as the youngest guys. And Zach and I were expected to be there to help run things. We were going to do the afternoon thing, grab some food with Erik and Jay, and then come back for the game that night. My Dad dropped us off at noon and we headed into the locker room to suit up. It looked like Erik and Jay had just gotten there too – they were still in their street clothes. It was weird having the whole locker room to ourselves with just the four of us when we were used to having the whole team there. But kind of cool too. Erik and Jay were low key grumbling about having to be here so “early” on a Saturday. “Guys, it’s NOON,” I said, in disbelief that anyone thought this was early. “Rocky, you don’t know what kind of night we had. Maybe someday you will, buddy,” Erik will. “Yeah, you’ll understand in a few years lil bro,” Jay chimed in. “My head is pounding…” “Same bro. I didn’t even get a chance to jerk off this morning,” Erik complained. “I know bro, same,” Jay agreed as he stripped out of his briefs. It seemed like his dick had a little extra chub to it. “How about you guys?” he asked me and Zach. I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I let Zach answer first. “Yeah, I woke up with killer morning wood and I busted a big load,” he said. “Yeah, me too,” I said, since that summed up my morning pretty perfectly. “haha, good for you guys,” Jay. “It’s a crime to let morning wood go to waste.” “Wonder what their idea of a ‘big load’ is though,” Erik said. “Yeah…might’ve been big for you, Zach, but…not compared to a real man,” Jay said. Jay and Erik both snickered. “Whatever bro, you don’t know how much jizz I shoot!” Zach fired back. “My balls are bigger than yours, my loads probably are too,” I said, surprisingly myself a little – I’d never given any of the older guys a hard time like that before. “Well well well…seems like these boys need to be put in their place,” Erik said, crossing his arms over his patch of chest fur. “Yeah, only one way to settle this,” Jay said as he walked over and locked the door, “looks like we’re all blowing a load before we go work with these little brats.” We all looked at each other, already bareass naked, and grabbed our dicks. This was too good to be true – jerking off with these older studs like we were all just bros? I hadn’t even dared to hope for something like this. I had no trouble getting hard immediately. Actually, everyone got real stiff, real quick. “How are we gonna measure who shoots the most?” Zach asked. “We all shoot into our cups and then see whose is the fullest,” Jay answered, and pretty quickly, despite looking semidazed while he gave his meat long strokes. Maybe these were regular locker room circle jerk rules that all hockey jocks knew? “But my cup has a bunch of holes in it! That’s not fair, it’ll all fall out,” Zach argued. “Hmm good point, little man,” Erik said as he spit on his hand. “I think if we just all shoot on our chests we’ll be able to tell whose load is the biggest. Ahhhh,” he let out a big moan as his spit-slicked hand massaged the fat helmet at the end of his shaft. “Yeah that’ll work. AND THEN – just to make it interesting, the 2 losing guys (you) will have to use their jocks for clean up on all four of us. That was you can skate around all day with your boyballs in our baby batter,” Jay added. I thought I had seen these guys hard before, but never at their hardest. Erik and Jay had pretty similar cocks, probably around 7 inches each. Erik had more of a flared head on his cock, and the head was almost purple. Jay’s dick was really veiny, with a big tube running along the bottom to a huge piss slit. Jay caught me watching him play with his precum – pulling strings of it away from his dick and seeing how far they would stretch before breaking. Jay and I were both mesmerized by it. He saw me watching and we both started laughing like idiots. I was so jealous, and it must have showed. “Nice right?” Jay asked. I nodded. “You making any precum yet?” I shook my head. “Like just not yet now? or not yet ever?” “Ever,” I said, bummed out. “Aw don’t worry lilbro, you’ll start soon and it’ll be like a fuckin faucet you can’t turn off haha” Jay said to cheer me up. “That’s what my Dad says too,” Zach said. “Well he should know, he’s the fuckin expert on precum,” Erik said. “There’s a real faucet. Paul’s probably dripped his pre all over this locker room. Just about every time I see him he’s got a rope hanging. He like that at home too?” “haha yeah sometimes,” Zach laughed, and I did too, having witnessed it first hand when I slept over. “Well I hope it’s true; I hope I get some soon,” I said as we all stroked our cocks. We were all just kind of blissed out, beating our meat. Zach and I next to each other on the bench against one wall, and Jay and Erik on the bench to our left. All of us were breathing heavy, with the occasional moan. Something told me not to cum too fast, so I was trying to keep things under control. I loved watching these older guys work their cocks. Jerking off with Zach was definitely fun, and we certainly did enough of it to know how to make ourselves blow. But Erik and Jay were clearly experts with years more experience – they approached it with methodical calmness compared to our hyper excitement. They also just had more cock to play with, giving long strokes, sometimes with both hands. And they knew what else to do to max out their pleasure. Erik was jacking his dick with one hand, and playing with his nuts with the other. That was a move I had discovered on my own, and enjoyed, so I followed his lead. Meanwhile Jay had a bunch of precum on his fingers and was rubbing his taint. “Dude, how far back you going there?” Erik asked Jay, noticing his hand back behind his balls. “Told you bro – surefire way to shoot a monster load – gotta massage the prostate,” Jay said. “What’s that mean?” I asked. “It means he likes a finger up his butt when he cums,” Erik laughed. “Didn’t expect you to bust out that trick with the boys here.” “Aw, you jealous?” Jay laughed. “Ya’ll should give it a shot, you won’t be disappointed. You’ll see.” Zach had started breathing real heavy. “Guys, I think I’m getting close…can I cum yet?” “Sure little bro, get your nut whenever you’re ready,” Erik said. We all watched as Zach squirmed and humped up into his hand. As we cheered him on, he shot what I thought was a good sized load onto his stomach. “Nice buddy!” Jay said as his fingers disappeared behind his ballsack. “But don’t move – leave it all right there.” “Guys I’m ready to go too,” Erik panted. He grabbed his balls pretty tightly as he came – we all cheered him on as well – and shot three ropes up onto his chest, and more on his stomach. He had definitely cum more than Zach. Looking at all that cum in Erik’s chest fur and treasure trail sent me right over the edge. I couldn’t even warn the guys, it happened so fast. But they all watched as I shot one first blast onto my chest, and then a puddle around my belly button. That left Jay, who was clearly working up to something big. Rocking back and forth on the bench, stroking his cock super fast. “You guys ready to see a real money shot?” Jay somehow taunted us while on the edge of orgasm. “Here – it – cums…” I saw his hand push his finger further into his ass with each word, and then his dick EXPLODED. His first shot went up over his should and hit the wall. The next several landed on his chest, and then the last few on his abs and pubes. It was truly impressive, and very clear who the winner was. The older guys had shot larger loads than us. And despite our argument that it was unfair because we had already cum once that morning, they made us get out our jocks for clean up. I handed mine to Erik, and Zach to Jay. “All right, wanna make sure I get every last bit of my brotein for you, bro,” Erik said with a smile. “Although it looks like this jock has already had uite a bit of jizz in it. Attaboy, bro.” He took out my cup and put his hand into the pouch to scrape all his jizz off his chest. “Wanna keep those nuts nice and slick all day,” he said with a laugh as he briefly palmed my nutsack. I looked over and saw Zach eating his load off his hand. “Yo! Little man is eating his own!” Jay shouted in surprise. Zach was his trademark cool. “Yeah man, it’s like all protein and hormones, why waste it? I need as much of that stuff as I can get haha.” “Nah buddy, I get it, I eat mine sometimes too. I’m just surprised you do – I didn’t try it until he turned me on to it,” Jay said nodding over to Erik. “Glad I could help. Growing up it was the easiest way to dispose beylikdüzü travesti of the evidence, you know?” Erik replied. “And then once I got in the habit, no reason to stop. And I like the taste of mine, so why not?” he added as he licked the remainder off his finger. I stared at him wide eyed, jaw on the floor. “What, you wanna try some? I’m telling you, I got the best tasting jizz.” “He’s not lying…he’s a lucky bastard,” Jay said. Erik stroked and squeezed his cock one more time, getting one last bead of cum out of it. He held his finger out to me, and it reminded me of Paul with his precum. I reacted in exactly the same way – licking and sucking it off. And I was rewarded in the same way – his cum really did taste different and better than any of the other guys I had tried so far! “Wow man…yeah. I’d eat that all the time too haha” I said with a laugh. “Really? Damn,” Zach said as he wiped a finger through a gob of cum on Jay’s chest and popped it in his mouth. “Not bad, tastes normal to me,” he said to Jay. Jay shrugged and cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, it’s fine. Now try his,” he said with a nod towards Erik. Zach walked over, cock bouncing, and scooped some out of jock. He had the same reaction I did – a look of surprise, then a wide eyed smile. “Told ya buddy,” Erik said. “All right, anybody else gotta take a leak?” “Yeah actually, after that I gotta piss like a racehorse,” Jay said. So we all set our jocks down, walked to the bathroom area, and lined up at the trough. Four naked butts in a row crowded into the jock, with barely enough room. We were all still mostly hard, so we had to wait a minute before anyone could get a stream going. We all felt the same bro bonding vibe, I think, because as soon as we started pissing, we all looked at each other and started laughing. We finishing pissing, shook off our cocks, and walked back to the benches to suit up. “Hey guys, don’t say anything to our Dads about us doing this, okay? We don’t wanna get in trouble,” I said, feeling a little guilty, as were started gearing up. “Don’t worry guys we won’t,” Jay assured us. “Although considering I’ve seen your Dads rub out more loads in here than I can count, I really don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about.” “Ha yeah, I was a puck boy your age the first time Paul coated my mouthguard with precum as a prank,” Erik added. “And I think I got hit by Charlie’s ‘friendly fire’ after that same game!” “Yeah, ask your Dads to explain how to play ‘Shots on Goal.’ Jay chimed in. Wow, I guess our Dads had been pretty wild. I hoped having Zach and I around wasn’t holding them back – we’d be fine with them going back to their crazy ways. I was super curious about what ‘Shots on Goal’ was, but I wasn’t sure I had the courage to ask my Dad. In the meantime, I was distracted by the feeling of Erik’s spooge inside my jock. I was thrown off by how cold it had gotten, but liked the slimey slippery feeling. I used my hand to shift my cup around and smear it all over my junk. I looked up and Zach was doing the same thing. “Cold, right?” he asked when he saw me watching. I just laughed in agreement. The playday was busy but uneventful. Jay and Erik found sneaky ways to hit our cups with their sticks to remind us their manjuice was covering our nuts. I can’t say I really minded. When we got back in the locker room, Erik couldn’t wait to tease us. “So how did it feel to finally have some real man sperm in those cups for once?” We all laughed…Zach and I couldn’t really argue with that. We all stripped down. “Shower? Or stay ripe?” Jay asked. Erik raised his arm and took a sniff. “Pretty ripe here, but I don’t mind it. Up to the boys – can you handle our manscent?” “Not only can we handle it, we’ll add our own,” Zach said with a laugh, as he snuck up behind Jay while his back was turned, jumped on his shoulders, and clamped his jizz and sweat soaked jock and cup over his face. As Erik tried to pull Zach off, I ambushed him the same way. As we struggled, my cock and balls were rubbing all over Erik’s smooth back. It felt amazing to have this kind of skin-to-skin, man-to-man naked contact. It didn’t take too long for them to wrestle free, and we all took a few steps back. It looked like Zach had also enjoyed rubbing his meat on Jay; we were both sporting semi chubs. “All right, their balls might not me churning out full size loads yet, but they’re putting out some serious funk,” Erik admitted with a grimace. “So I guess we should shower.” “But we’re just gonna get all gross again later during the game,” Zach said. I nodded along. I was in no hurry for any of us to wash away our manscent. Although I was also intrigued by what might happen in the showers with just the four of us there. “Yeah, true. Only gonna be a couple hours before we’re right back here,” Erik agreed. “We can go eat smelling like balls.” “I don’t know buddy…looks like our little bros could probably shoot another load,” Jay said. “Those boy cocks are on the rise again haha.” Zach and I looked at each other. I raised my eyebrows, and he just shrugged. “I could go again,” Zach said. “Yeah I wouldn’t mind,” I said. My dick throbbed and rose another ten degrees above horizontal. “You guys gonna?” “Nah…probably shouldn’t blow a second load if I wanna have any energy left for the game tonight,” Erik sighed. “Yeah, especially not so close to game time,” Jay agreed. “You guys should go for it though.I gotta poop anyway so you got a few minutes.” Jay smacked each of our ass cheeks he walked by on his way to the shitters. “Go ahead guys, go for it,” Erik said, leaning back on the bench with his hands behind his head. We were standing only a few feet away, so I could smell his pits loud and clear. “First one to cum wins, loser has to…I don’t know what. I’ll figure it out later. Go!” Zach and I grinned at each other and grabbed our cocks. I was already fully hard at that point, so I kind of had a head start, but Zach seemed to catch up pretty quick. We could hear Jay ripping farts that echoed around the bathroom and shower area, and Erik kept talking to us, almost doing play-by-play. “Looks like Zachyboy is catching up, you can tell he’s been training for this moment ever since puberty hit. Rocky is determined not to be left behind though, choking that chicken for all it’s worth. This is their third load of the day though – are they up to that challenge?” Zach laughed and said, “Just a normal day for me and my johnson!” and I laughed in agreement. “Looks like Zachyboy had some real nice precum flowing now, lubing things up real nice for him. Rocky meanwhile….dry as a bone. Poor guy. You’ll get some soon. In the meantime, lemme see if I can help you out.” Erik gave his heavy hanging cock a couple slow strokes. “What do you mean? You can’t help him, that’s not fair!” Zach was obviously worried about losing. “Oh come on, the poor kid is gonna give himself blisters without anything slick,” Erik said as he gathered a puddle of precum in his hand. He reached his hand out and wrapped in around my cock, giving it a couple of strokes to coat it in his precum. All I could think about was how I already had his jizz on me from earlier, and now his precum too…I was so turned on that I shot right in his hand. I didn’t even have time to warn him, just a couple of quick gasps. Erik knew what the gasps meant, and must have felt my goo on his hand, but kept stroking me as I shot several ropes. I guess Zach was more turned on than mad, because he started shooting too, mostly on Erik’s leg. Erik was still rubbing my cock and balls as I came down from cumming, and that felt amazing in a different way. Almost tender and caring. I loved that he was so nonchalant about touching and stroking my cock…that made me feel like his equal, his bro. “Nice shooting, buddy. But sorry…Rocky beat ya.” “Aw come on, man…of course he did with you giving him a handjob,” Zach retorted. “Forget it buddy, bros gotta give bros a helping hand or whatever. Guys know how good it feels to get your nut, why wouldn’t you wanna help your bro feel that good?” Erik said. Zach just sighed, gave up the argument, and resigned himself to losing. “All right, now we gotta come up with some consequences…” Erik trailed off in thought. I noticed another pretty good bead of precum forming on the end of his cock. “Here, first of all, hand me your jock Zach.” Erik wiped my load off his hand into Zach’s cup area. Now his balls would be resting in MY jizz too during the game tonight! Zach rolled his eyes, but I don’t think he was actually all that mad. “Now we gotta take care of your jizz…” Erik said as he scooped it off his leg. He held his hand out to Zach. “Here – eat up buddy.” Zach didn’t even pretend this bothered him, he just stepped up and licked and sucked every drop off of Erik’s hand. I watched the bead of precum istanbul travesti grow. “All right man, I gotta take a dump now too,” Zach said as he turned and headed for the bathroom area. “Thanks man,” I said with a laugh after Zach walked away. I could hear Jay asking Zach what happened. “That was pretty cool.” “Sure buddy, anytime,” Erik said with a smile. “Glad I could help out. God knows I make enough of the stuff.” “Guess so,” I said, gesturing at the rope that was slowly dripping from his cock towards the floor. “Oh shit, haha didn;t even feel that,” Erik said. Before he could act, I dropped to one knee, reached out, gathered it all up on my finger tips, and popped it in my mouth. “Well damn buddy, didn’t know you were so into it,” Erik said with mild surprise. I just smiled as I swished it all around my mouth and swallowed it. On one knee, I was basically right on level with Erik’s cock, and I could see it pulsing and starting to fill up. More precum was forming already. “Yeah buddy, you really like it, huh?” Erik asked as he stood up. “You know, you can drink it straight from the tap, too…” He stepped closer to me so that his lengthening cock was right over my face, with a lengthening rope of precum heading for me. I thought I knew what he wanted. Well, I knew what I wanted. I sat up a little higher and licked the precum from his big cock head. Erik let out a little moan. His precum tasted even better with that hint of sweaty cock. “All right buddy, before this goes any further we better get going,” Erik said with a nervous tone in his voice. I wondered if I had done something wrong. “I gotta piss, and we better go check on those other douchebags.” Erik helped me up, tousled my hair, and smacked me on the butt. That all made me feel like he wasn’t mad at me, so that’s good. Then he grabbed my butt cheek and kneaded it around in his hand a bit. “Damn, fuckin great little boybutt you got on you little bro. You’re gonna have a full hockey ass just like the rest of us haha.” “Yo you guys fuckin done yet?” Erik hollered as we turned the corner into the bathroom. We stood in front of the open stalls and saw Zach and Jay idly playing with themselves. “Jay I thought you were gonna save it til after the game? and Jesus Christ Zach, you just blew a load and you’re at it again?” “Hahaha what can I say bro, Zach was telling me what happened and it made me want to rub one out too,” Jay said sheepishly. Zach added, “dude, I just wanna jerk off all the time, haha.” “Well I figured out the last part of your consequence for losing,” Erik said to Zach. “Scoot back, I’m pissing five hole.” “Five hole?” I felt relieved that Zach didn’t know what that was either. “Yeah, five hole. Your Dad’s a fuckin goalie, you must know what five hole means,” Erik said. Ohhh…five hole was when the puck went between someone (often the goalie’s) legs…I was starting to put it together as Erik stepped closer and Zach scooted back on the toilet seat a little. Apparently Zach pieced it together too. “Oh come on, man…really?” Jay started laughing loudly. “I dunno what you’re laughing so hard for, Mr. Cant-keep-his-hands-off-his-cock,” Erik said to Jay. He shifted his focus back to Zach. “What’s the matter, you don’t trust me?” Then to me: “step up Rocky, I got Zach and you got Jay. Don’t worry if your aim’s not perfect, lil buddy.” Erik let loose his powerful stream into the bowl right in between Zach’s legs, almost hitting his semi hard dick. I did the same to Jay, briefly hitting his cock with my stream as I started. Zach and Jay were grimacing and shrinking away from us, holding their cocks and nuts out of the way. Meanwhile Erik and I were just laughing our asses off. I finished and stepped back, turning to my right to shake off into the trough. I didn’t want to push my luck and actually anger Jay. Erik just shook off where he was, scattering a few drops all over Zach as he yelled, “Come on, man!” “All right boys, finish up and lets go! I’m starving,” Erik said, and he smacked my ass and gave it a little squeeze as we walked back to our stuff. We all got dressed. Zach and I followed Erik and Jay’s lead and went commando under our sweats. We left our gear in the locker room and headed out to the car. Jay was driving, and Zach called shotgun. Erik and I piled in the back. We grabbed burgers, fries, onion rings, and sodas and headed back to Jay and Erik’s apartment to eat. If Paul’s house had a locker room like scent to it, the guys’ tiny apartment smelled ten times stronger. Looking around, it was clear they handed bothered to clean up for us. Fine by me. A pair of briefs and a jockstrap hung from the back of a chair in their eat-in kitchen. Two or three pairs of socks on the rug in the living room area, a spare set of shoulderpads hanging from a doorknob. “Damn,” Zach said under his breath as he looked around. “I know, I know…it’s messy as fuck and it smells like balls in here,” Jay said, not necessarily apologizing. “Nah fuck that, it smells like MAN in here,” Erik said – definitely not apologizing. “Oh that’s not what I meant. Well, I mean, it does smell like balls in here,” Zach said, “but it looks a lot like my brother’s dorm room at prep school haha. He’s got clothes and underwear and pads all over the place too.” “Josh? yeah I bet he does. Taught that boy well,” Erik said. “And yeah, we can’t help it, so we just got used to it.” “Doesn’t bother me,” I muttered. We settled in to eat and play some video games, all of us in undershirts, sweatpants, and socks. There was a lot of laughing and teasing. We were all burping pretty good from inhaling our food and sodas. Erik ripped a few impressively loud farts. I wondered if this was what college would be like. While Jay and Zach were playing, I gathered all of our wrappers and trash up from the coffee table to throw them away. As I got up, Erik pantsed me. Wearing just a pair of loose sweats and a short undershirt, I was on full display with my pants around my knees. And my hands were full so I was all but defenseless. I didn’t really care too much though – we’d all spent so much time naked together already – so I carefully waddled to the trash can, tossed everything, and then pulled up my pants. I made my way back to the couch, and squirmed in at the end next to Erik while he was stretching. With just a wifebeater for a shirt, his hairy pits were on full display as he reached over his head and arched his back. He brought his arms back down, and casually put his left arm over my shoulders. We continued to watch Jay and Zach fight in the game, and my eyes started to get heavy. The busy day, big meal, skating for 2 hours, and shooting three loads was all catching up to me. I slumped in toward the center of the couch a bit, under Erik’s arm. My face was almost in his pit, and it smelled great. I woke up to Zach celebrating. I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep for, and I was embarassed. Erik didn’t seem to mind too much, though. “Hey buddy, have a nice little nap?” “Oh sorry man…shit I don’t know what happened…” I apologized. Jay and Zach were putting the game away. “No big deal buddy, glad you were so comfy. My own little brother used to pass out just like that too,” Erik said. “About time for us to get back to the rink though.” I reluctantly pulled my face out of Erik’s heavenly pit and stood up. I stretched a bit, cracked my neck, and looked down to see that I was pitching a little pup tent in my sweats. “Nothing like some late afternoon morning wood, huh buddy?” Erik laughed. “Ha yeah I guess so,” I shrugged. Months ago I would have been mortified….now I just didn’t care. All men got boners, and plus all these guys had already seen mine plenty of times. I looked down and saw a clear dickprint in Erik’s sweats, with a wet spot at the end. “You too, looks like.” “Yup…I’m gonna shoot a nice load after the game tonight I bet,” Erik said. “Hopefully not alone haha.” But if he did, I never got to see it. It was a pretty normal game night. Dad asked how the day went, and I told him it was good. I didn’t say that I had jacked off twice in the locker room, or tasted Jay and Erik’s cum, or licked Erik’s cockhelmet. But I did mention that Erik had told me to ask him about “Shots on Goal.” Dad gave me a smile and a look I couldn’t interpret and just said, “hehe…that’s a story for another time. We’ll talk about it soon.” After the game, Dad was ready to get home pretty quick, and I couldn’t really complain. I was beat, too. So it was quick showers and home. But Erik gave me a nod and a butt smack on my way out. I definitely felt a stronger bond with Erik than ever before. Zach had started to feel like a brother to me, but we were close enough in age that we were basically equals. Erik was like the big brother I’d always wanted – older, smarter, and willing to explain stuff and show me new things. I hoped I could hang out with him more and learn to be more like him. Next chapter: lacrosse season starts. I’d love to hear what you all thought and did the first time you hit the locker room with your team. (doesn’t have to be lacrosse – any sport!) Email me hoo.

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