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Subject: Jockboy Adventures – Jack Chapter 1 All right guys – so now we’ve got a new POV character, Josh. You’ll see some characters overlap, and we’ll be going back to Rocky eventually, don’t worry. I hope you like this one – it’s all true stuff from my first couple of years playing lacrosse. Hope it’s as fun for you to read as it was for me to remember and write. And remember – depends on donations, so if you like reading here, contribute if you can at fty/donate.html Jack Chapter 1 – lacrosse locker room rookie I was stoked for lacrosse season to start today. It seemed like the end of last season was forever ago. And the start of last season was a distant memory. I was so nervous when I started lacrosse last year in seventh grade, but I had more confidence now. I didn’t think I was cocky, but I also wasn’t the nervous, timid kid who walked in the locker room last year. I thought back to that day. The seventh graders used a shitty smaller gym, so I’d never even been in the main junior high locker room before. The seventh grade gym had a small, disappointing locker area, with a small shower room that was used exclusively to store mats and other PE equipment. From everything I had seen on TV and in movies, I was expecting to have to shower after gym class. I had felt a little uneasy about it, but then I found myself feeling disappointed when it became clear that wasn’t going to happen. In comparison to the 7th grade locker room, the main one was huge. It had six or seven rows of small lockers for PE – just big enough to fit a change of clothes into. (Later, I found out from my Dad, who had also gone to the school, that back in the day, those lockers were really just for your regular “street” clothes and your books – you picked up you gym uniform at the beginning of class and tossed it in the laundry bin at the end.) Past those were two rows of larger, full length lockers, and even bigger lockers on the L-shaped outer wall. These larger lockers were used by the football teams in the fall and the lacrosse teams in the spring. A small doorway in that L led to the bathroom area, and at the end of the L was a hallway back to the showers. The coaches office was near the entrance, along with an equipment room. On that first day, we all lined up at the doorway to that equipment room to get everything we needed: gloves, arm pads, shoulder pads, helmet. At an informational meeting the week before they told us what to bring from home: cleats, socks, shorts, jock and cup, practice pinnie, lacrosse stick. I had a cup and jock from my one year of little league when I was 10, so Dad and I stopped by the store one night and he got me two new ones – mens medium. Neither of us were sure what size I would be (I had grown a lot in the last year), so Dad took a peek at the tag of briefs to see what size they were. And Dad said I needed two so that Mom wouldn’t have to do laundry as often. My first jock had a flat little cup, but these were much deeper, and I could actually get my junk in them. I was pretty excited to get them. All the 7th, 8th, and 9th graders were in the locker room together that day. The ninth graders claimed huge lockers, stripped down and put on their jocks and shorts to wait in the equipment handout line. Well, cut to the front of the equipment line. They still had to wait a little for each other, and they talked and goofed around, drumming on their own cups and knocking on each others’. The eighth graders were less cocky than the freshmen, but still ready to assert themselves over us lowly seventh grade rookies. “ROOKIES TO THE BACK” they all hollered as they got in line. They had all already claimed lockers too. I thought about going to put my lock on one, but none of the other seventh graders were, so I held off. I didn’t want to lose my place in line. So after all the 8th and 9th graders, we were left with the oldest pads and the least desirable lockers. My pads smelled like teenage boys had been sweating into them for the last 10 years, and I was one of the first seventh graders to get outfitted. Most of us ended up with lockers in the front row of bigger lockers, though some guys were in the second row. The biggest lockers were mostly ninth graders, with a few 8th mixed in. There were two teams: a modified 7th/8th grade team and a freshmen team. The freshmen were already outside practicing by the time we got our gear. After we all got our equipment assigned, practice was half over. But Coach had us get suited up and at least throw some balls around to see what he had to work with. I watched my soon-to-be teammates take off their school clothes and stuff them in their lockers. I was wearing tighty whities, along with about half the guys, while the other half wore boxers. I watched as guys pulled their cup jocks on over their underwear. At home, I had tried on my jocks with nothing underneath, but I didn’t want to be the odd man out, so I did the same as everyone else. It didn’t feel too bad over my briefs, but I couldn’t imagine how weird a jock and cup would feel over loose boxer shorts. It took me a second to figure out how all the snaps worked on my shoulder pads. Zach, a guy I had science with, had taken the locker next to me and gave me a hand. “Here buddy – these are just like my hockey pads,” he said as he showed me where to attach the snaps and velcro. “Ah cool, thanks man,” I said, a little embarrassed that I needed help. Practice went pretty well for me – I was way ahead of most of the guys in terms of stick skills from playing catch with my Dad all the time growing up. But I wasn’t prepared for the physical side of the sport – I played soccer in the fall, not football. And I had never experienced a stick check or body check. I was a little taken aback by it the first day, but practice went by real quick. The 7th/8th team trooped back into the locker room, banging out our cleats on the steps before going in. I had tossed a towel in my gearbag in the hopes that we would be hitting the showers. I had never done it, but I knew that sports teams still did shower together in real life, not just in TV and movies. Well, no luck. Everyone was pretty quick to get undressed, chuck all their shit in their locker, and get home for dinner. The 8th graders still found time to “initiate” a couple of the 7th graders, though. Over the course of the next couple of weeks, every 7th grader got some sort of initiation except me. Getting locked in a big locker while they sprayed deodorant through the vents, getting strung up by a d-pole between your legs when you weren’t paying attention, or one kid got taken back into the showers for something involving duct tape. Why didn’t I get initiated? Because I was good at lax. Okay, that was only part of it. It was true – I was the best seventh grader on the team. But I was also nerdy as fuck. High grades, used too many big words, geeky clothes, glasses, braces. And it was actually those braces that spared me – Jake (one of our 8th grade captains) when to put me in a headlock and drag me back to the shower room. We were both in just our white briefs. But as he reached for my head, Jake accidentally hit my teeth instead, and actually cut his hand on my braces. “Oh shit man, sorry, are you ok?” he asked me. “Yeah man…” I saw a bit of blood on his knuckle, “are you?” “Yeah haha I think so. Ah well, guess you’re good man,” Jake said as he came to his senses and walked back to his locker. Although it was mostly by chance, it made me feel pretty good about myself, and I still thought that was pretty cool of Jake. Jake was a stud – everyone on the team knew that he was dating a hot 8th grade girl and fucking her regularly. He didn’t seem overly cocky about it though. One day during practice, a few of us had some downtime while Coach worked with the B team. I had recently gotten my first girlfriend, and she had legitimately huge tits. I hadn’t seen or touched them yet, but the 8th grade guys were legitimately excited for me. I didn’t know if I should be embarrassed to admit that, but then it became clear that Jake was the only one with any sexual experience. Either the other 8th graders had already heard about it, or he was just making sure to educate me, because he said right to me, “that’s all right buddy, no rush. Sex is fucking great, but I’m telling you, it’s like they say in that Pringles commercial – once you pop you can’t stop.” Slowly but surely, that whole season slipped by without anyone on my team using the showers. As I gained more confidence on the field, I gained more confidence in the locker room though. At the third or fourth practice, I walked back to the bathroom to take a leak as we were getting dressed. I had taken off my t shirt, but was still wearing my jeans. As I made my way back there, I saw several ninth graders dropping their boxers to wear just their jocks under their shorts. Some of them had long shirts on that covered their crotch, while others were completed naked for a few seconds. I did my best not to stare – here were the kind of guys I had expected everyone on my team to be, and the kind of guy I wanted to be. There wasn’t a ton of room between the lockers, so I had to maneuver through quite a few naked asses. And I tried to catch glimpses of dicks, or at least pubes. I was pretty turned on to see how everyone measured up. When I got to the bathroom area, I was a little surprised. Our 7th grade locker room had a nice modern bathroom area, with a couple sinks, a couple new urinals, and a couple toilet stalls that locked. The main locker room bathroom was a small alcove with a single sink, two old style urinals, and a toilet. No doors, no stalls, no partitions anywhere. Some of the boys bathrooms in our school had toilet stalls without doors – I had never had to poop in school yet – but this was another level. I was glad I only had to pee. Once I realized I could see the older guys who were more my speed in various states of undress, I started walking through to take a leak just about every day. A week later, I overheard quite a commotion and decided that would be a good time to head for the bathroom and check it out. Brandon, an 8th grader, was about to drop his boxers to put on his jock for the first time, and the 9th grade guys were giving him a hard time and also egging him on. Brandon was also probably the hairiest guy in the locker room, if not the school. As an 8th grader he already had a fully furry chest and belly. He was laughing, and I stopped to watch as he dropped his shorts and everyone cheered. I was excited that a guy on our team was man enough to get naked, and I was impressed by how manly Brandon was with all his hair. I mean, I had a nice patch of pubes, and hair in my arm pits, but Brandon was maybe even hairier than my Dad. I wasn’t sure I was ready to strip down and let everyone see my ass, balls, and dick, especially when no one else’s privates would be on display. But then I forgot and wore boxers to school one day. As I dropped my jeans for practice, I realized I was in for an uncomfortable time if I was gonna wear my jock over boxers. I wasn’t ready for anything like they had done to Brandon – that would be way too much attention on me – so I just quietly dropped my boxers, and quickly slid on my jock and shorts. If anyone noticed they didn’t say anything. After practice though, Zach must have noticed me changing out of it. “Was that more comfortable? Just the jock without underwear?” he asked me as I pulled my boxers on. “Yeah, it was. I was nervous it was gonna rub my nuts raw, but it didn’t. It was way more comfortable than if I had tried to wear it over these,” I said as I grabbed the leg of my boxers. “Yeah, I bet,” Zach agreed. “I don’t know why so many guys wear their jock over their underwear here – none of us do for hockey.” Zach was one of the many guys on the team who also played hockey. “I dunno man. I just saw all the 8th graders wearing them that way so I did too,” I confessed. “But I think I’m gonna start wearing just the jock everyday. It felt comfortable as hell.” “Yeah, and it’ll save me from going home in swamp-assed underwear too!” Zach exclaimed. From then on Zach and I both stripped out of our underwear and wore just our jocks under our shorts. Some of the other 7th graders near us must have noticed, but no one said anything. There were a few guys our age that acted like hot shit, but really weren’t that great at lacrosse. Vinny was probably the guy on our team who had the most confidence and least ability. He was good natured, though, and a real tall guy. His locker was right around the corner from mine in the next aisle. I thought it was funny that he would act like the big man, and every day he would pull his jock and cup over his underwear like a little boy too scared to let anyone see his weiner. As I was getting more recognition for being good, and getting more confident on the field and in the locker room, I decided it was time to start being the man I wanted to be, and hopefully the other guys would follow my lead (or at least the seventh graders) the way Zach did with our jocks. I was still pretty intimidated by the 9th graders, who were in the locker room with us before practice, but their practice ran longer than ours so us 7th and 8th graders had the locker room to ourselves after. So one day after practice, when we all had our cleats and pads off, I got down to just my shorts and jock and took a couple steps to the end of the lockers. “Hey Vinny, did you have to chase that ball all the way into the creek?” I asked him. (He had taken a terrible shot that went way down the hill.) As I asked him, I dropped my shorts so I was down to just my jock. “Yeah man, it was in the water!” I dropped my jock. “I had to – – – – reach my stick in and grab it,” Vinny had looked over and seen me standing there balls out naked, and he’d stopped mid sentence before recovering. I watched him look directly at my crotch. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped in disbelief. Not that my equipment was that impressive; I think he was just shocked that I was actually naked in the locker room. “Haha, nice man,” I laughed as I turned back to my locker and pulled on my briefs. Mission accomplished – I had acted like a man, unafraid to be seen naked by other men, and confident in my skin. Zach gave me a smile and nod of respect when I stepped back in front of my locker. Vinny was obviously surprised by it, but not disgusted. I realized it was also kind of assertive – I had just made Vinny look at my dick and nuts. Vinny didn’t complain or make fun of me, because in lacrosse, I was better and cooler than him. And Zach was down with it. Other guys had probably seen me, too. I had hoped the 7th grade guys would follow my lead, but it didn’t really happen. Zach and I both started stripping completely naked after practice before we put our tighty whities back on, but all the other guys in our row of lockers kept wearing their jocks over their underwear. One time when I was pissing, my role model Jake stepped up to the urinal next to me. He was wearing just briefs. We chatted a little, and I got a decent peek at him – more pubes than me, but about the same size soft cock. So I followed his lead, and got a little ballsier before practice, stripping down to just my briefs before walking through the bare 9th grade asses to take a leak. But then one day one of them jeered, “hey tighty whitey boy!” and the rest of the guys nearby laughed. I wasn’t sure if or exactly how I was being made fun of, but it took me down a peg or two. I started changing into my jock and shorts before taking my pre-practice piss. On days that the 9th graders had away games, though, I would sometimes walk in my briefs. One time I was really feeling my oats and walked to take a piss in just my jock. Felt pretty cool feeling the wind on my buttcheeks. I kind of wanted someone to say something to me, to notice, but if they noticed no one said anything. I would have loved for Jake to step up next to me again that day. The very next time the 9th graders had a game, I went in my briefs to take a leak. When I turned the corner to the bathroom, I was caught off guard – there was Jesse, one of our 8th grade captains, on the john taking a dump. He looked at me and said, “Sup Jack?” I suddenly knew what Vinny must have felt like when he caught sight of my balls. I probably had the same wide-eyed, jaw-dropped expression on my face too. I tried to recover, and eventually stammered out, “Oh, hey Jesse.” He was sitting there with his t shirt on and his shorts around his ankles. He held eye contact with me as long as he could, daring me to make a joke. I didn’t. When I tucked the waistband of my briefs under my nuts to piss, my dick was at a good chub and it took me a little while to get the stream going. I was glad the setup of the bathroom put my back to him so he couldn’t see my semi. Jesse started talking to me about our game the day before, and one play that I had kind of fucked up. During the conversation, I could hear his little grunts, a couple plops, my piss stream, and farts from both of us that made us laugh. I had been thrown off at first, but it was a cool vibe – just a couple guys doing what all guys need to do, and not having any shame about it. And I knew what Jesse had just done was an even more macho and alpha move than what I had pulled with Vinny. I never worked up the courage to try it that year though, maybe this year…. My other goal for this year was to actually use the showers. I had gone all the way through seventh grade without ever showering in a locker room. I hoped that with another year of maturity and puberty, maybe more of the guys would be willing to man up. With the first practice today, we’d soon find out. Classes dragged all day long…then finally school was over and it was time for practice. Right away entering the locker room, I felt the change. I had already established myself as the top player in my grade and earned the respect of the guys a year ahead of me. The guys two years older were gone; up to the high school and JV or Varsity. That left just the new crop of 7th graders, but they weren’t anything to be intimidated by. Knowing the routine, I went in to claim a big locker before I got in line for my pads. I ended up with one towards the end of the section. That was fine with me – I was on the end, so I could see what was happening in a couple different aisles, and I’d definitely see if anyone was headed for the showers. Plus I would still have to walk a little ways to get to the bathroom, so that meant I could get a look at my teammates as they changed, and they would see me in however much clothing I was wearing. I changed into my jock and shorts and walked shirtless over to get in line with the other veterans. I let all the 9th graders get ahead of me, but then I was the first 8th grade guy. The equipment I got this year was a bit nicer, including a newer-style helmet than I’d had last year. But the pads still smelled like sweat and man funk, so that was good. As I was leaving the equipment room and walking back to my locker, Coach knocked on the window of his office that faced out into the locker room and waved me in. I walked in, barefoot, shirtless, and with my hands full of gear. Coach Collis (the 7th/8th grade coach) and Coach Harper (the freshmen coach) sat at desks that faced each other, with Coach Harper by the locker room window, facing the office door. “Jack, we think you should be practicing with the freshmen team. Those guys are more on your level – we don’t see any reason you’ve got to stay with the 8th graders. We’ll see how it goes, but you can definitely keep up with them, so you probably belong on that team.” Whoa. I had been planning to be the captain and leading scorer on the 7th/8th team. But it was a huge honor too – there hadn’t been any 8th graders on the freshman team last year, so this was not a regular thing. And it wasn’t like I could really argue with Coach. So I just looked at him like a deer in the headlights and said, “uh…ok Coach. Cool. Thanks.” “All right son. Now get suited up,” Coach said with a wave of his hand. I walked back to my locker in a bit of a daze. Zach had taken a locker just around the corner from mine. He was pulling his jock on as I walked up, and he nodded and said “hey man! You get good gear?” “Yeah, got a sweet new helmet,” I answered. “I saw you get called in to talk to Coach – what did he want?” Zach asked. “Harper wants me on the freshmen team,” I said, still not fully believing it myself. “Dude! That’s awesome! Good for you!” Zach was really happy for izmit sınırsız escort bayan me. “Yeah, thanks. Sucks we won’t be on the same team, though. I had figured we’d kinda be the leaders on 7th/8th, so I guess that’ll probably be up to you now. But this’ll be cool too, I think,” I said. A kid I didn’t know walked up to the other side of Zach. “Hey Zach, is it cool if I take this locker?” Zach was standing there in just his jockstrap, but he was unfazed. “Yeah man, go for it. Sweet,” Zach replied. “Hey Rocky, do you know Jack?” “Nah, I don’t think so,” I said. “You a rookie? 7th grade?” I’d never seen him before, but he looked older than the other 7th graders. “Haha yeah, 7th grade,” Rocky said with a smile and laugh. “Go easy on me!” “Nothing to worry about buddy,” I reassured him. “See man? I told you,” Zach said to Rocky, and then turned to me. “Our Dads play hockey together, so we’ve known each other a while, and I said I’d look out for him. He’s cool. I’d tell you to look out for him too, but you’re gonna be off with the freshmen.” “Well I’ll still see you guys in here,” I said. “Hope you’re ready for a locker room full of lax bros,” I said to Rocky, who just laughed. “Yeah I think he’ll be fine,” Zach said. “We’re the puck boys for the team, so we’re used to the hockey locker room with our Dads. Some middle school lax bros are nothing compared to a hockey team full of grown men who don’t give a shit. I think Rocky here saw more craziness in his first game than we saw in here all last year,” Zach said with a laugh. “Wow, nice. Must be cool to chill with those older dudes. Weird to have your Dads there though?” I asked. Rocky shrugged, and Zach answered. “Nah man it’s cool. It’s kinda like our Dads are our buddies. And all the guys on the team are relaxed and cool as hell.” “Yeah sounds cool. Way better than how uptight most of the guys here were last year. Maybe this year some of them will loosen up,” I said. “I bet they will,” Zach said. “Or it’s their loss haha.” ——- After practice, it did actually seem a little bit different. The 7th and 8th graders had all left by the time we got in there, but you could tell that we were all feeling our oats now that we were the big dogs. Brandon had stripped down to his jock almost immediately when we got into the locker room. His locker was right in the corner, so pretty much all of us could see him, and everyone started chanting “SAS-QUATCH! SAS-QUATCH! SAS-QUATCH!” when they saw his furry ass. He turned around and he had definitely gotten even hairier since last season. He wasn’t embarrassed anymore, though – it seemed like he was enjoying the attention and his claim to fame. He smiled, looked around, and dropped his jockstrap, showing off a huge forest of pubes. He raised his fists up in the air and everybody cheered. I hadn’t been paying attention before practice because I was talking to Zach and Rocky, but I looked around and saw quite a few guys had ditched their underwear and just wore their jocks. Brandon, Jake, Jesse, Colin – I saw at least a flash of all their butts as they changed. I was hoping that now they’d start showering after practice, but…no luck. I didn’t have much longer to wait, though. — Practices were going well; I did belong on the freshmen team. I wasn’t really close friends with any of them, though. Zach was probably my closest friend in lax, but we really only saw each other before practice each day. And Rocky seemed cool too – I noticed he also didn’t bother with anything under his jock. I was curious about what kind of stuff happened in their hockey locker room, but I hadn’t had a chance to find out yet. After practice, the guys on the freshmen team were obviously more comfortable with their bodies than last year. More shirtlessness, more mooning and pantsing each other, more jokes about jacking off. One day after practice Jesse made a big deal of walking to the bathroom, loudly talking about how he’d had a giant dump brewing all practice. Most guys laughed knowingly, and a few complained that he should just go home instead of making all of us suffer. “Sorry bros, can’t wait any longer,” Jesse said, his voice echoing from the open shitter, followed by a booming fart that made everyone laugh. “Besides, it’s so lonely in my bathroom at home, here I’ve got all you guys to keep me company haha.” Nobody was really “keeping him company,” but we all went about our normal business and Jesse just chatted with whoever was nearby. And as more guys were showing more skin in the locker room, I noticed how much more developed we all were. Hairier pits, better musculature, etc. It was cool to see on my teammates, and cool to look in the mirror and see the same things happening to me. And I wasn’t sure about anyone else, but I noticed the loads I’d been blowing had gotten bigger. And my jizz had gotten thicker too, less watery. And I was jerking off at least once a day, usually twice, and sometimes three times. I wondered if all the guys were doing the same. Well, except Jake – we all knew he was putting it to his girlfriend on the regular. Jake was cousins with one of our goalies, Ray Mathers. Ray was kind of a rough kid – tried to set my elbow on fire with his liter during spanish class once. But in lacrosse he was pretty cool, even if he did get a little pissy when I would score on him. Anyway, one day after practice, Ray just starts yelling, “Ray Mathers masterbates!” over and over. I don’t know what prompted it, and I think he was playing it as a joke, but it was the first time I can remember any of the guys even mentioning jerking off. He climbed up on top of a row of lockers and sat down to take off his cleats, all the while chanting “Ray Mathers masterbates!” loudly. I don’t know if Coach Harper could hear what he was saying, but he must have at least heard the noise, because he yelled at us to quiet down. Ray climbed down, and nothing more happened that day. I wondered if any other shenanigans would have happened if Coach hadn’t yelled at us. But for as comfortable as we were all getting in our skins and with each other, the showers still sat unused. I couldn’t figure it out – a lot of these guys played hockey, and I heard they all showered after games. But about mid-season, it happened. We were at our furthest away game, about an hour and a half drive. So someone had decided to get us a coach bus, which was awesome. But it had been raining for two days, and the field was a total mudpit. It was a tough game for everybody – no good lacrosse was played that day. I tried to take a bounce shot and the ball just stuck in the mud, no bounce at all. We even had to stop play a couple of times because the ball got totally buried in the mud. We ended up losing by two, but it was just such a ridiculous game that nobody really even cared. After the game, we were all soaking wet and covered in mud. Coach Harper ordered us into the locker room to hit the showers, right along with the home team. We trooped in, knocked out our cleats as best we could, and looked around. The locker room was huge, a long rectangle shape with the main walkway running down the left hand side from the exterior doors to another set of double doors at the other end that was probably the gym. Shower heads ran the whole way along the right hand wall of the locker room. There were two sets of lockers with short little rows of 10 or 12 lockers on each side. Coaches office in the middle of those two areas, with windows all sides. Through a small doorway in the left hand wall was the bathroom area – I could see three shitter stalls without doors, and a few urinals, but I couldn’t see how many. It seemed like the home team’s lockers were pretty scattered around, but more of them were in the first locker area. I saw some of them stripping down and a couple were already naked and heading for the showers. So I set my gear and bag down in an aisle with one guy from the home team, and a few of my teammates were nearby. Most of our team seemed to grab space in the further locker area. While some of the home team guys were naked, some left on their underwear. I stripped down to my underwear too. It had been freezing, so I left my tighty whities on under my jock today for one extra layer of warmth. After I got mostly undressed, I saw all of my teammates leaving their underwear on as they hit the showers. I was surprised and disappointed, but I followed their lead. I entered the long row of shower heads near one end, but most of the shower heads were occupied by the home team. So I walked past them to get to the other end where most of my teammates were. Saw some naked dudes, some dudes in soaked tighty whities, and some dudes in soaked boxers. The home team had soap and shampoo and towels; they were obviously used to showering. We had nothing, so it was basically just a chance to rinse some mud off and warm up a little. I grabbed a shower head and rinsed off. Jake was at the shower to my left, also rinsing off in his tighty whities. We made eye contact and gave each other a nod. Jake kind of looked past me down the row and shook his head. “All right boys,” Jake said pretty loudly, “we all got one!” As he said this, he stripped off his briefs, and walked back to hang them on a hook opposite his shower head. All of us that heard him gave a bit of a laugh. My heart started racing…this was it – the moment I’d been waiting for! I hadn’t wanted to be the oddball, but if Jake got naked, that meant it was cool for any of us. I took a deep breath, and tugged off my tighty whities as well. It was all a blur – I also hung them on a hook, and finished rinsing off. I wanted to stay and see if any other teammates would get naked with us, but I could feel my dick starting to chub. I didn’t want to get fully boned in the showers, so I started a hasty get away. Turned my shower head off, grabbed my undies, and walked back along the shower area to get back to my stuff. I got a lot of nods and smiles from the home team, especially from their guys who were naked. It was kind of funny, it was like our team and the home team had a bond after going through that terrible game, and then those of us that got naked had a little extra bond. The guy in my locker row was just starting to dry off, using his nice big towel. The best thing I could find to dry off with was the t-shirt I had worn to school that day. He saw me struggling and kind of laughed, but not in a nasty way. I just shrugged. My dick was about half hard. The other guy had a pretty nice dick too, and he wasn’t shy about being naked with me there. “Haha wish I was as prepared for this as you,” I said to him. “Yeah, our field is total shit,” he said, “so we end up showering after most practices and games.” “That’s cool man, we don’t ever shower,” I said. “Yeah, I guessed that from the number of guys on your team still in their underwear,” he said. “Yeah man…I don’t get it. Like my one buddy said – we all got one,” I laughed, while drying my nuts. “Exactly bro. Good for you, manning up,” he said. “All right man I gotta take a leak.” My new buddy hung his towel over the door of his locker and walked away, bareass naked and cock flopping. I was impressed with how nonchalant this guy was. And actually, quite a few of his teammates were on the same wavelength – chatting while they dried off, in no hurry to get dressed. I wished our locker room was like this every day. It looked like the scenes in movies with young men hanging out and joking around. My dick had calmed down a little, and I decided it was time to take advantage of this situation and do some of the stuff I had been wanting to do. So I followed my new buddy’s lead and headed for the urinal, stark fucking naked. As I walked over, my heart was racing, and my dick was starting to rise again. Some of my teammates definitely saw me as I crossed the main hallway in the locker room to get to the bathroom area. And the home team coaches could definitely see me from their fishbowl office, but I guess they were pretty used to seeing a lot of naked boys walking around that locker room. The lights in the bathroom area were turned off but my buddy’s naked ass was bright glowing white standing at the urinal. I casually looked in the three doorless stalls, but no one was using any of them. I got to the urinals just as my new buddy was finishing up. Dammit, I had hoped to bond even further while taking a naked leak. He saw me, still naked, gave me a nod, and said, “haha nice man. Live it up, right?” I laughed and nodded, he left, and I got my stream going. While I was pissing, I wondered how many guys were walking by and looking at my ghostly white ass. And then I thought about those shitter stalls. On one hand, they at least had walls, unlike the totally open shitter in our locker room. On the other hand, ours was way in the back of the locker room, and these were visible to anyone walking by. I wondered if guys ever used them, and if they had any guys on their team like Jesse, shameless shitters. I also wondered if I had the balls to use one… I finished pissing and headed back to my gear. The guy was still naked, half assedly continuing to dry off. I glanced back over my shoulder at the shitters as I turned the corner into our little aisle. “That’s an interesting set up you got there with the shitters,” I said. “Haha yeah, guess so. Guess they figured it’s a locker room, and guys are already naked in here,” he said. “Yeah true. Do guys actually use them, though?” I asked. “Oh yeah, all the time. Me and John and Tim had a nice group poop after school today,” he said. “Ha! Really?” I couldn’t imagine it….but I started to try to. “Yeah, it’s cool. Dumb but fun. Way better than going alone. And I mean everybody poops, right? We’re all men in here, nothing to hide. Or at least most of us are.” There was a bit of a challenge in his voice that made me want to try it. “Haha yeah…we got a long ride home, and I dunno if I’m gonna make it,” I said with one hand on my stomach. I didn’t have to go that bad, but now I really wanted to try. “Oh damn dude yeah, I’d definitely go for it then,” he said like it was no big deal. I took a deep breath and made my decision. “All right, I think I’m gonna,” I said as I got out my jeans. It took me a second to realize that I probably didn’t want to put my soaked undies back on, so I guess I was gonna ride home commando. Cool. He looked over and saw me about to get dressed. “Whoa buddy, what are you doing? One of the best parts of a locker room dump is that you can do it naked.” I looked at him in disbelief. “It’s great man, liberating as hell. Go for it dude.” As he was talking, I felt myself getting really excited by the idea, including my cock getting hard. “Looks like you’re into the idea,” he laughed. That was all the encouragement I needed. I set down my jeans, and headed back to the bathroom area, my rapidly rising boner leading the way. As I was about to cross the hallway into the bathroom, Coach Harper was coming from my left. I watched him look at me, look down at my naked crotch, see my boner, and then shake his head in disbelief. I just kept walking, and grabbed the first stall. As I turned and sat, my boner was throbbing. Here I was, finally having showered, naked in the locker room, and my Coach just saw me naked and hard. These were all things that I had fantasized about. I realized that it was weird enough that I was taking a naked dump, and I probably also didn’t need to have my dick standing up like a flagpole. So I leaned way over and forced it down into the bowl. I was so hard that it kept trying to pop back up, and I kept hitting the head of my cock on the actual toilet bowl itself. I was kind of grossed out, but I couldn’t get it to go down. A couple guys from the other team walked by in their underwear, saw me, and acted like it was completely normal. Another naked guy from their team walked towards me, and he was obviously one of the cool kids – great build, nice patch of pubes, nice hanging cock and big balls. I thought maybe he was gonna take the stall next to me, but then he turned and headed for a urinal. “Dude, good for you,” he called out over the sound of his piss stream. “Lots of teams end up using our locker room after games, but not many guys are man enough to drop a deuce here, especially bareass. If I hadn’t gone earlier, I’d join you dude.” I had no idea how to respond, so I just laughed and borrowed Jake’s line again. “Ha yeah man, who gives a fuck, why not? I mean, we all got one, right?” “Haha yeah, you should tell that to the rest of your team that kept their underwear on in the showers like pussies,” he said as he walked over and stood in front of my stall. He was insulting my teammates, but he wasn’t wrong. So I just said, “I know, right? Lame. But not all of your guys were naked either.” “True,” he admitted, “so I guess there’s some pussies on every team. Good for you though, bro,” he said again as he walked away. His backside was just as nicely developed as the front. I finished up, wiped, and went to wash my hands. I stopped checking to see if guys were walking by, so I don’t really know if any of my teammates saw. But focusing on the tasks at hand definitely helped my dick calm down, so it was back to a semi for my walk back to my gear. The guy from the other team was dressed, but still sitting there. “Well? Awesome, right?” he asked excitedly. “Haha, kinda,” I replied. “Kind of a rush.” “Yeah, it is the first few times. Then it’s just like whatever. Good for you though dude. Later man.” He had been waiting specifically for me to come back, I guess. That was cool. As I got dressed I was thinking about how many cool things had happened. I kind of wished I was on the other team. They got to do this kind of thing all the time- the stuff I had always been wanting to do but never had the chance. Their ease with showering and walking around naked and all of it was a level of manliness I wanted. For myself and for my teammates. Little boys were ashamed of their bodies. Men don’t give a fuck. I was really proud of myself for what I’d done: getting naked in the showers, hanging and chatting naked with the guy from the other team, walking to take a naked piss, taking a naked dump, chatting with another naked guy while I was on the can. I wasn’t sure yet how I felt about Coach seeing me naked and hard…it was a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration. On the ride home, it did seem like maybe a bit of a bond had formed among our team. The terrible field conditions were part of it, but it was also that we had just had the crazy experience of showering together, and with the other team too. Even if a lot of guys hadn’t gotten naked, it was still a shared experience that brought us a little closer together. When we got back to school, I overheard Coach and Jake talking. “Oh yeah? You guys thought that was cool?” Coach was asking. “Yeah, it was awesome to be able to rinse off and not be all disgusting on the bus. And it’ll be awesome to go home and not have to get in the shower now, too,” Jake said. “Hmmm, all right. Well maybe we can see about turning the showers on here more often,” Coach said. Fuck yeah! Jake was my hero. It was pretty late when I finally got home. I explained to Dad that I had already showered, so I went right to my room to do my homework and go to bed. “Yeah sport, I noticed you didn’t reek like usual after a game,” Dad gently made fun of me. “We used to shower after every game, practice, even gym class,” he went on. “I don’t know why that ever stopped – who wants to smell when you could be clean instead?” I just shrugged and headed for my room. “All right, get that homework done,” Dad said. “Don’t worry Dad, I will,” I said. But when I got to my room I didn’t open my backpack – I just stripped down and started jerking off. The images from the afternoon come flooding back: Jake pulling his soaked tighty whities off, my pubes coming into view as I pulled off my own undies, the naked showering players from the other team, my new buddy in the locker aisle, his ass at the urinal, us standing naked and him talking me into a naked dump, Coach seeing me naked and hard, my hard cock on the john, the other team’s captain walking towards me, chatting with me, and walking away. And then the prospect that Jake was gonna get our team to start showering too just put me over the edge. I shot a huge load up all over my chest and stomach. I grabbed my still-wet undies out of my gearbag, and they worked great for cleanup. I chucked them back towards my bag, evinde görüşen escort rolled over, and passed out. On Friday, June 5, 2020, 12:24:50 AM EDT, Jockbros Jockbros wrote: Hey, So I hope this can still be under Jockboy Adventures, but numbered as Josh Chapter 1. The plan is for there to be a few interweaving storylines as the story continues. Thanks. ——– All right guys – so now we’ve got a new POV character, Josh. You’ll see some characters overlap, and we’ll be going back to Rocky eventually, don’t worry. I hope you like this one – it’s all true stuff from my first couple of years playing lacrosse. Hope it’s as fun for you to read as it was for me to remember and write. And remember – depends on donations, so if you like reading here, contribute if you can at fty/donate.html Josh Chapter 1 – lacrosse locker room rookie I was stoked for lacrosse season to start today. It seemed like the end of last season was forever ago. And the start of last season was a distant memory. I was so nervous when I started lacrosse last year in seventh grade, but I had more confidence now. I didn’t think I was cocky, but I also wasn’t the nervous, timid kid who walked in the locker room last year. I thought back to that day. The seventh graders used a shitty smaller gym, so I’d never even been in the main junior high locker room before. The seventh grade gym had a small, disappointing locker area, with a small shower room that was used exclusively to store mats and other PE equipment. From everything I had seen on TV and in movies, I was expecting to have to shower after gym class. I had felt a little uneasy about it, but then I found myself feeling disappointed when it became clear that wasn’t going to happen. In comparison to the 7th grade locker room, the main one was huge. It had six or seven rows of small lockers for PE – just big enough to fit a change of clothes into. (Later, I found out from my Dad, who had also gone to the school, that back in the day, those lockers were really just for your regular “street” clothes and your books – you picked up you gym uniform at the beginning of class and tossed it in the laundry bin at the end.) Past those were two rows of larger, full length lockers, and even bigger lockers on the L-shaped outer wall. These larger lockers were used by the football teams in the fall and the lacrosse teams in the spring. A small doorway in that L led to the bathroom area, and at the end of the L was a hallway back to the showers. The coaches office was near the entrance, along with an equipment room. On that first day, we all lined up at the doorway to that equipment room to get everything we needed: gloves, arm pads, shoulder pads, helmet. At an informational meeting the week before they told us what to bring from home: cleats, socks, shorts, jock and cup, practice pinnie, lacrosse stick. I had a cup and jock from my one year of little league when I was 10, so Dad and I stopped by the store one night and he got me two new ones – mens medium. Neither of us were sure what size I would be (I had grown a lot in the last year), so Dad took a peek at the tag of briefs to see what size they were. And Dad said I needed two so that Mom wouldn’t have to do laundry as often. My first jock had a flat little cup, but these were much deeper, and I could actually get my junk in them. I was pretty excited to get them. All the 7th, 8th, and 9th graders were in the locker room together that day. The ninth graders claimed huge lockers, stripped down and put on their jocks and shorts to wait in the equipment handout line. Well, cut to the front of the equipment line. They still had to wait a little for each other, and they talked and goofed around, drumming on their own cups and knocking on each others’. The eighth graders were less cocky than the freshmen, but still ready to assert themselves over us lowly seventh grade rookies. “ROOKIES TO THE BACK” they all hollered as they got in line. They had all already claimed lockers too. I thought about going to put my lock on one, but none of the other seventh graders were, so I held off. I didn’t want to lose my place in line. So after all the 8th and 9th graders, we were left with the oldest pads and the least desirable lockers. My pads smelled like teenage boys had been sweating into them for the last 10 years, and I was one of the first seventh graders to get outfitted. Most of us ended up with lockers in the front row of bigger lockers, though some guys were in the second row. The biggest lockers were mostly ninth graders, with a few 8th mixed in. There were two teams: a modified 7th/8th grade team and a freshmen team. The freshmen were already outside practicing by the time we got our gear. After we all got our equipment assigned, practice was half over. But Coach had us get suited up and at least throw some balls around to see what he had to work with. I watched my soon-to-be teammates take off their school clothes and stuff them in their lockers. I was wearing tighty whities, along with about half the guys, while the other half wore boxers. I watched as guys pulled their cup jocks on over their underwear. At home, I had tried on my jocks with nothing underneath, but I didn’t want to be the odd man out, so I did the same as everyone else. It didn’t feel too bad over my briefs, but I couldn’t imagine how weird a jock and cup would feel over loose boxer shorts. It took me a second to figure out how all the snaps worked on my shoulder pads. Zach, a guy I had science with, had taken the locker next to me and gave me a hand. “Here buddy – these are just like my hockey pads,” he said as he showed me where to attach the snaps and velcro. “Ah cool, thanks man,” I said, a little embarrassed that I needed help. Practice went pretty well for me – I was way ahead of most of the guys in terms of stick skills from playing catch with my Dad all the time growing up. But I wasn’t prepared for the physical side of the sport – I played soccer in the fall, not football. And I had never experienced a stick check or body check. I was a little taken aback by it the first day, but practice went by real quick. The 7th/8th team trooped back into the locker room, banging out our cleats on the steps before going in. I had tossed a towel in my gearbag in the hopes that we would be hitting the showers. I had never done it, but I knew that sports teams still did shower together in real life, not just in TV and movies. Well, no luck. Everyone was pretty quick to get undressed, chuck all their shit in their locker, and get home for dinner. The 8th graders still found time to “initiate” a couple of the 7th graders, though. Over the course of the next couple of weeks, every 7th grader got some sort of initiation except me. Getting locked in a big locker while they sprayed deodorant through the vents, getting strung up by a d-pole between your legs when you weren’t paying attention, or one kid got taken back into the showers for something involving duct tape. Why didn’t I get initiated? Because I was good at lax. Okay, that was only part of it. It was true – I was the best seventh grader on the team. But I was also nerdy as fuck. High grades, used too many big words, geeky clothes, glasses, braces. And it was actually those braces that spared me – Jake (one of our 8th grade captains) when to put me in a headlock and drag me back to the shower room. We were both in just our white briefs. But as he reached for my head, Jake accidentally hit my teeth instead, and actually cut his hand on my braces. “Oh shit man, sorry, are you ok?” he asked me. “Yeah man…” I saw a bit of blood on his knuckle, “are you?” “Yeah haha I think so. Ah well, guess you’re good man,” Jake said as he came to his senses and walked back to his locker. Although it was mostly by chance, it made me feel pretty good about myself, and I still thought that was pretty cool of Jake. Jake was a stud – everyone on the team knew that he was dating a hot 8th grade girl and fucking her regularly. He didn’t seem overly cocky about it though. One day during practice, a few of us had some downtime while Coach worked with the B team. I had recently gotten my first girlfriend, and she had legitimately huge tits. I hadn’t seen or touched them yet, but the 8th grade guys were legitimately excited for me. I didn’t know if I should be embarrassed to admit that, but then it became clear that Jake was the only one with any sexual experience. Either the other 8th graders had already heard about it, or he was just making sure to educate me, because he said right to me, “that’s all right buddy, no rush. Sex is fucking great, but I’m telling you, it’s like they say in that Pringles commercial – once you pop you can’t stop.” Slowly but surely, that whole season slipped by without anyone on my team using the showers. As I gained more confidence on the field, I gained more confidence in the locker room though. At the third or fourth practice, I walked back to the bathroom to take a leak as we were getting dressed. I had taken off my t shirt, but was still wearing my jeans. As I made my way back there, I saw several ninth graders dropping their boxers to wear just their jocks under their shorts. Some of them had long shirts on that covered their crotch, while others were completed naked for a few seconds. I did my best not to stare – here were the kind of guys I had expected to everyone on my team to be, and the kind of guy I wanted to be. There wasn’t a ton of room between the lockers, so I had to manuever through quite a few naked asses. And I tried to catch glimpses of dicks, or at least pubes. I was pretty turned on to see how everyone measured up. When I got to the bathroom area, I was a little surprised. Our 7th grade locker room had a nice modern bathroom area, with a couple sinks, a couple new urinals, and a couple toilet stalls that locked. The main locker room bathroom was a small alcove with a single sink, two old style urinals, and a toilet. No doors, no stalls, no partitions anywhere. Some of the boys bathrooms in our school had toilet stalls without doors – I had never had to poop in school yet – but this was another level. I was glad I only had to pee. Once I realized I could see the older guys who were more my speed in various states of undress, I started walking through to take a leak just about every day. A week later, I overheard quite a commotion and decided that would be a good time to head for the bathroom and check it out. Brandon, an 8th grader, was about to drop his boxers to put on his jock for the first time, and the 9th grade guys were giving him a hard time and also egging him on. Brandon was also probably the hairiest guy in the locker room, if not the school. As an 8th grader he already had a fully furry chest and belly. He was laughing, and I stopped to watch as he dropped his shorts and everyone cheered. I was excited that a guy on our team was man enough to get naked, and I was impressed by how manly Brandon was with all his hair. I mean, I had a nice patch of pubes, and hair in my arm pits, but Brandon was maybe even hairier than my Dad. I wasn’t sure I was ready to strip down and let everyone see my ass, balls, and dick, especially when no one else’s privates would be on display. But then I forgot and wore boxers to school one day. As I dropped my jeans for practice, I realized I was in for an uncomfortable time if I was gonna wear my jock over boxers. I wasn’t ready for anything like they had done to Brandon – that would be way too much attention on me – so I just quietly dropped my boxers, and quickly slid on my jock and shorts. If anyone noticed they didn’t say anything. After practice though, Zach must have noticed me changing out of it. “Was that more comfortable? Just the jock without underwear?” he asked me as I pulled my boxers on. “Yeah, it was. I was nervous it was gonna rub my nuts raw, but it didn’t. It was way more comfortable than if I had tried to wear it over these,” I said as I grabbed the leg of my boxers. “Yeah, I bet,” Zach agreed. “I don’t know why so many guys wear their jock over their underwear here – none of us do for hockey.” Zach was one of the many guys on the team who also played hockey. “I dunno man. I just saw all the 8th graders wearing them that way so I did too,” I confessed. “But I think I’m gonna start wearing just the jock everyday. It felt comfortable as hell.” “Yeah, and it’ll save me from going home in swamp-assed underwear too!” Zach exclaimed. From then on Zach and I both stripped out of our underwear and wore just our jocks under our shorts. Some of the other 7th graders near us must have noticed, but no one said anything. There were a few guys our age that acted like hot shit, but really weren’t that great at lacrosse. Vinny was probably the guy on our team who had the most confidence and least ability. He was good natured, though, and a real tall guy. His locker was right around the corner from mine in the next aisle. I thought it was funny that he would act like the big man, and every day he would pull his jock and cup over his underwear like a little boy too scared to let anyone see his weiner. As I was getting more recognition for being good, and getting more confident on the field and in the locker room, I decided it was time to start being the man I wanted to be, and hopefully the other guys would follow my lead (or at least the seventh graders) the way Zach did with our jocks. I was still pretty intimidated by the 9th graders, who were in the locker room with us before practice, but their practice ran longer than ours so us 7th and 8th graders had the locker room to ourselves after. So one day after practice, when we all had our cleats and pads off, I got down to just my shorts and jock and took a couple steps to the end of the lockers. “Hey Vinny, did you have to chase that ball all the way into the creek?” I asked him. (He had taken a terrible shot that went way down the hill.) As I asked him, I dropped my shorts so I was down to just my jock. “Yeah man, it was in the water!” I dropped my jock. “I had to – – – – reach my stick in and grab it,” Vinny had looked over and seen me standing there balls out naked, and he’d stopped mid sentence before recovering. I watched him look directly at my crotch. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped in disbelief. Not that my equipment was that impressive; I think he was just shocked that I was actually naked in the locker room. “Haha, nice man,” I laughed as I turned back to my locker and pulled on my briefs. Mission accomplished – I had acted like a man, unafraid to be seen naked by other men, and confident in my skin. Zach gave me a smile and nod of respect when I stepped back in front of my locker. Vinny was obviously surprised by it, but not disgusted. I realized it was also kind of assertive – I had just made Vinny look at my dick and nuts. Vinny didn’t complain or make fun of me, because in lacrosse, I was better and cooler than him. And Zach was down with it. Other guys had probably seen me, too. I had hoped the 7th grade guys would follow my lead, but it didn’t really happen. Zach and I both started stripping completely naked after practice before we put our tighty whities back on, but all the other guys in our row of lockers kept wearing their jocks over their underwear. One time when I was pissing, my role model Jake stepped up to the urinal next to me. He was wearing just briefs. We chatted a little, and I got a decent peek at him – more pubes than me, but about the same size soft cock. So I followed his lead, and got a little ballsier before practice, stripping down to just my briefs before walking through the bare 9th grade asses to take a leak. But then one day one of them jeered, “hey tighty whitey boy!” and the rest of the guys nearby laughed. I wasn’t sure if or exactly how I was being made fun of, but it took me down a peg or two. I started changing into my jock and shorts before taking my pre-practice piss. On days that the 9th graders had away games, though, I would sometimes walk in my briefs. One time I was really feeling my oats and walked to take a piss in just my jock. Felt pretty cool feeling the wind on my buttcheeks. I kind of wanted someone to say something to me, to notice, but if they noticed no one said anything. I would have loved for Jake to step up next to me again that day. The very next time the 9th graders had a game, I went in my briefs to take a leak. When I turned the corner to the bathroom, I was caught off guard – there was Jesse, one of our 8th grade captains, on the john taking a dump. He looked at me and said, “Sup Josh?” I suddenly knew what Vinny must have felt like when he caught sight of my balls. I probably had the same wide-eyed, jaw-dropped expression on my face too. I tried to recover, and eventually stammered out, “Oh, hey Jesse.” He was sitting there with his t shirt on and his shorts around his ankles. He held eye contact with me as long as he could, daring me to make a joke. I didn’t. When I tucked the waistband of my briefs under my nuts to piss, my dick was at a good chub and it took me a little while to get the stream going. I was glad the setup of the bathroom put my back to him so he couldn’t see my semi. Jesse started talking to me about our game the day before, and one play that I had kind of fucked up. During the conversation, I could hear his little grunts, a couple plops, my piss stream, and farts from both of us that made us laugh. I had been thrown off at first, but it was a cool vibe – just a couple guys doing what all guys need to do, and not having any shame about it. And I knew what Jesse had just done was an even more macho and alpha move than what I had pulled with Vinny. I never worked up the courage to try it that year though, maybe this year…. My other goal for this year was to actually use the showers. I had gone all the way through seventh grade without ever showering in a locker room. I hoped that with another year of maturity and puberty, maybe more of the guys would be willing to man up. With the first practice today, we’d soon find out. Classes dragged all day long…then finally school was over and it was time for practice. Right away entering the locker room, I felt the change. I had already established myself as the top player in my grade and earned the respect of the guys a year ahead of me. The guys two years older were gone; up to the high school and JV or Varsity. That left just the new crop of 7th graders, but they weren’t anything to be intimidated by. Knowing the routine, I went in to claim a big locker before I got in line for my pads. I ended up with one towards the end of the section. That was fine with me – I was on the end, so I could see what was happening in a couple different aisles, and I’d definitely see if anyone was headed for the showers. Plus I would still have to walk a little ways to get to the bathroom, so that meant I could get a look at my teammates as they changed, and they would see me in however much clothing I was wearing. I changed into my jock and shorts and walked shirtless over to get in line with the other veterans. I let all the 9th graders get ahead of me, but then I was the first 8th grade guy. The equipment I got this year was a bit nicer, including a newer-style helmet than I’d had last year. But the pads still smelled like sweat and man funk, so that was good. As I was leaving the equipment room and walking back to my locker, Coach knocked on the window of his office that faced out into the locker room and waved me in. I walked in, barefoot, shirtless, and with my hands full of gear. Coach Collis (the 7th/8th grade coach) and Coach Harper (the freshmen coach) sat at desks that faced each other, with Coach Harper by the locker room window, facing the office door. “Josh, we think you should be practicing with the freshmen team. Those guys are more on your level – we don’t see any reason you’ve got to stay with the 8th graders. We’ll see how it goes, but you can definitely keep up with them, so you probably belong on that team.” Whoa. I had been planning to be the captain and leading scorer on the 7th/8th team. But it was a huge honor too – there hadn’t been any 8th graders on the freshman team last year, so this was not a regular thing. And it wasn’t like I could really argue with Coach. So I just looked at him like a deer in the headlights and said, “uh…ok Coach. Cool. Thanks.” “All right son. Now get suited up,” Coach said with a wave of his hand. I walked back to my locker in a bit of a daze. Zach had taken a locker just around the corner from mine. kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan He was pulling his jock on as I walked up, and he nodded and said “hey man! You get good gear?” “Yeah, got a sweet new helmet,” I answered. “I saw you get called in to talk to Coach – what did he want?” Zach asked. “Harper wants be on the freshmen team,” I said, still not fully believing it myself. “Dude! That’s awesome! Good for you!” Zach was really happy for me. “Yeah, thanks. Sucks we won’t be on the same team, though. I had figured we’d kinda be the leaders on 7th/8th, so I guess that’ll probably be up to you now. But this’ll be cool too, I think,” I said. A kid I didn’t know walked up to the other side of Zach. “Hey Zach, is it cool if I take this locker?” Zach was standing there in just his jockstrap, but he was unfazed. “Yeah man, go for it. Sweet,” Zach replied. “Hey Rocky, do you know Josh?” “Nah, I don’t think so,” I said. “You a rookie? 7th grade?” I’d never seen him before, but he looked older than the other 7th graders. “Haha yeah, 7th grade,” Rocky said with a smile and laugh. “Go easy on me!” “Nothing to worry about buddy,” I reassured him. “See man? I told you,” Zach said to Rocky, and then turned to me. “Our Dads play hockey together, so we’ve known each other a while, and I said I’d look out for him. He’s cool. I’d tell you to look out for him too, but you’re gonna be off with the freshmen.” “Well I’ll still see you guys in here,” I said. “Hope you’re ready for a locker room full of lax bros,” I said to Rocky, who just laughed. “Yeah I think he’ll be fine,” Zach said. “We’re the puck boys for the team, so we’re used to the hockey locker room with our Dads. Some middle school lax bros are nothing compared to a hockey team full of grown men who don’t give a shit. I think Rocky here saw more craziness in his first game than we saw in here all last year,” Zach said with a laugh. “Wow, nice. Must be cool to chill with those older dudes. Weird to have your Dads there though?” I asked. Rocky shrugged, and Zach answered. “Nah man it’s cool. It’s kinda like our Dads are our buddies. And all the guys on the team are relaxed and cool as hell.” “Yeah sounds cool. Way better than how uptight most of the guys here were last year. Maybe this year some of them will loosen up,” I said. “I bet they will,” Zach said. “Or it’s their loss haha.” ——- After practice, it did actually seem a little bit different. The 7th and 8th graders had all left by the time we got in there, but you could tell that we were all feeling our oats now that we were the big dogs. Brandon had stripped down to his jock almost immediately when we got into the locker room. His locker was right in the corner, so pretty much all of us could see him, and everyone started chanting “SASQUATCH! SASQUATCH! SASQUATCH!” when they saw his furry ass. He turned around and he had definitely gotten even hairier since last season. He wasn’t embarrassed anymore, though – it seemed like he was enjoying the attention and his claim to fame. He smiled, looked around, and dropped his jockstrap, showing off a huge forest of pubes. He raised his fists up in the air and everybody cheered. I hadn’t been paying attention before practice because I was talking to Zach and Rocky, but I looked around and saw quite a few guys had ditched their underwear and just wore their jocks. Brandon, Jake, Jesse, Colin – I saw at least a flash of all their butts as they changed. I was hoping that now they’d start showering after practice, but…no luck. I didn’t have much longer to wait, though. — Practices were going well; I did belong on the freshmen team. I wasn’t really close friends with any of them, though. Zach was probably my closest friend in lax, but we really only saw each other before practice each day. And Rocky seemed cool too – I noticed he also didn’t bother with anything under his jock. I was curious about what kind of stuff happened in their hockey locker room, but I hadn’t had a chance to find out yet. After practice, the guys on the freshmen team were obviously more comfortable with their bodies than last year. More shirtlessness, more mooning and pantsing each other, more jokes about jacking off. One day after practice Jesse made a big deal of walking to the bathroom, loudly talking about how he’d had a giant dump brewing all practice. Most guys laughed knowingly, and a few complained that he should just go home instead of making all of us suffer. “Sorry bros, can’t wait any longer,” Jesse said, his voice echoing from the open shitter, followed by a booming fart that made everyone laugh. “Besides, it’s so lonely in my bathroom at home, here I’ve got all you guys to keep me company haha.” Nobody was really “keeping him company,” but we all went about our normal business and Jesse just chatted with whoever was nearby. And as more guys were showing more skin in the locker room, I noticed how much more developed we all were. Hairier pits, better musculature, etc. It was cool to see on my teammates, and cool to look in the mirror and see the same things happening to me. And I wasn’t sure about anyone else, but I noticed the loads I’d been blowing had gotten bigger. And my jizz had gotten thicker too, less watery. And I was jerking off at least once a day, usually twice, and sometimes three times. I wondered if all the guys were doing the same. Well, except Jake – we all knew he was putting it to his girlfriend on the regular. Jake was cousins with one of our goalies, Ray Mathers. Ray was kind of a rough kid – tried to set my elbow on fire with his liter during spanish class once. But in lacrosse he was pretty cool, even if he did get a little pissy when I would score on him. Anyway, one day after practice, Ray just starts yelling, “Ray Mathers masterbates!” over and over. I don’t know what prompted it, and I think he was playing it as a joke, but it was the first time I can remember any of the guys even mentioning jerking off. He climbed up on top of a row of lockers and sat down to take off his cleats, all the while chanting “Ray Mathers masterbates!” loudly. I don’t know if Coach Harper could hear what he was saying, but he must have at least heard the noise, because he yelled at us to quiet down. Ray climbed down, and nothing more happened that day. I wondered if any other shenanigans would have happened if Coach hadn’t yelled at us. But for as comfortable as we were all getting in our skins and with each other, the showers still sat unused. I couldn’t figure it out – a lot of these guys played hockey, and I heard they all showered after games. But about mid-season, it happened. We were at our furthest away game, about an hour and a half drive. So someone had decided to get us a coach bus, which was awesome. But it had been raining for two days, and the field was a total mudpit. It was a tough game for everybody – no good lacrosse was played that day. I tried to take a bounce shot and the ball just stuck in the mud, no bounce at all. We even had to stop play a couple of time because the ball got totally buried in the mud. We ended up losing by two, but it was just such a ridiculous game that nobody really even cared. After the game, we were all soaking wet and covered in mud. Coach Harper ordered us into the locker room to hit the showers, right along with the home team. We trooped in, knocked out our cleats as best we could, and looked around. The locker room was huge, a long rectangle shape with the main walkway running down the left hand side from the exterior doors to another set of double doors at the other end that was probably the gym. Shower heads ran the whole way along the right hand wall of the locker room. There were two sets of lockers with short little rows of 10 or 12 lockers on each side. Coaches office in the middle of those two areas, with windows all sides. Through a small doorway in the left hand wall was the bathroom area – I could see three shitter stalls without doors, and a few urinals, but I couldn’t see how many. It seemed like the home team’s lockers were pretty scattered around, but more of them were in the first locker area. I saw some of them stripping down and a couple were already naked and heading for the showers. So I set my gear and bag down in an aisle with one guy from the home team, and a few of my teammates were nearby. Most of our team seemed to grab space in the further locker area. While some of the home team guys were naked, some left on their underwear. I stripped down to my underwear too. It had been freezing, so I left my tighty whities on under my jock today for one extra layer of warmth. After I got mostly undressed, I saw all of my teammates leaving their underwear on as they hit the showers. I was surprised and disappointed, but I followed their lead. I entered the long row of shower heads near one end, but most of the shower heads were occupied by the home team. So I walked past them to get to the other end where most of my teammates were. Saw some naked dudes, some dudes in soaked tighty whities, and some dudes in soaked boxers. The home team had soap and shampoo and towels; they were obviously used to showering. We had nothing, so it was basically just a chance to rinse some mud off and warm up a little. I grabbed a shower head and rinsed off. Jake was at the shower to my left, also rinsing off in his tighty whities. We made eye contact and gave each other a nod. Jake kind of looked past me down the row and shook his head. “All right boys,” Jake said pretty loudly, “we all got one!” As he said this, he stripped off his briefs, and walked back to hang them on a hook opposite his shower head. All of us that heard him gave a bit of a laugh. My heart started racing…this was it – the moment I’d been waiting for! I hadn’t wanted to be the oddball, but if Jake got naked, that meant it was cool for any of us. I took a deep breath, and tugged off my tighty whities as well. It was all a blur – I also hung them on a hook, and finished rinsing off. I wanted to stay and see if any other teammates would get naked with us, but I could feel my dick starting to chub. I didn’t want to get fully boned in the showers, so I started a hasty get away. Turned my shower head off, grabbed my undies, and walked back along the shower area to get back to my stuff. I got a lot of nods and smiles from the home team, especially from their guys who were naked. It was kind of funny, it was like our team and the home team had a bond after going through that terrible game, and then those of us that got naked had a little extra bond. The guy in my locker row was just starting to dry off, using his nice big towel. The best thing I could find to dry off with was the t shirt I had worn to school that day. He saw me struggling and kind of laughed, but not in a nasty way. I just shrugged. My dick was about half hard. The other guy had a pretty nice dick too, and he wasn’t shy about being naked with me there. “Haha wish I was as prepared for this as you,” I said to him. “Yeah, our field is total shit,” he said, “so we end up showering after most practices and games.” “That’s cool man, we don’t ever shower,” I said. “Yeah, I guessed that from the number of guys on your team still in their underwear,” he said. “Yeah man…I don’t get it. Like my one buddy said – we all got one,” I laughed, while drying my nuts. “Exactly bro. Good for you, manning up,” he said. “All right man I gotta take a leak.” My new buddy hung his towel over the door of his locker and walked away, bareass naked and cock flopping. I was impressed with how nonchalant this guy was. And actually, quite a few of his teammates were on the same wavelength – chatting while they dried off, in no hurry to get dressed. I wished our locker room was like this every day. It looked like the scenes in movies with young men hanging out and joking around. My dick had calmed down a little, and I decided it was time to take advantage of this situation and do some of the stuff I had been wanting to do. So I followed my new buddy’s lead and headed for the urinal, stark fucking naked. As I walked over, my heart was racing, and my dick was starting to rise again. Some of my teammates definitely saw me as I crossed the main hallway in the locker room to get to the bathroom area. And the home team coaches could definitely see me from their fishbowl office, but I guess they were pretty used to seeing a lot of naked boys walking around that locker room. The lights in the bathroom area were turned off but my buddy’s naked ass was bright glowing white standing at the urinal. I casually looked in the three doorless stalls, but no one using any of them. I got to the urinals just as my new buddy was finishing up. Dammit, I had hoped to bond even further while taking a naked leak. He saw me, still naked, gave me a nod, and said, “haha nice man. Live it up, right?” I laughed and nodded, he left, and I got my stream going. While I was pissing, I wondered how many guys were walking by and looking at my ghostly white ass. And then I thought about those shitter stalls. On one hand, they at least had walls, unlike the totally open shitter in our locker room. On the other hand, ours was way in the back of the locker room, and these were visible to anyone walking by. I wondered if guys ever used them, and if they had any guys on their team like Jesse, shameless shitters. I also wondered if I had the balls to use one… I finished pissing and headed back to my gear. The guy was still naked, half assedly continuing to dry off. I glanced back over my shoulder at the shitters as I turned the corner into our little aisle. “That’s an interesting set up you got there with the shitters,” I said. “Haha yeah, guess so. Guess they figured it’s a locker room, and guys are already naked in here,” he said. “Yeah true. Do guys actually use them, though?” I asked. “Oh yeah, all the time. Me and John and Tim had a nice group poop after school today,” he said. “Ha! Really?” I couldn’t imagine it….but I started to try to. “Yeah, it’s cool. Dumb but fun. I mean everybody poops, right? And we’re all men in here, nothing to hide. Or at least most of us are.” There was a bit of a challenge in his voice that made me want to try it. “Haha yeah…we got a long ride home, and I dunno if I’m gonna make it,” I said with one hand on my stomach. I didn’t have to go that bad, but now I really wanted to try. “Oh damn dude yeah, I’d definitely go for it then,” he said like it was no big deal. I took a deep breath and made my decision. “All right, I think I’m gonna,” I said as I got out my jeans. It took me a second to realize that I probably didn’t want to put my soaked undies back on, so I guess I was gonna ride home commando. Cool. He looked over and saw me about to get dressed. “Whoa buddy, what are you doing? One of the best parts of a locker room dump is that you can do it naked.” I looked at him in disbelief. “It’s great man, liberating as hell. Go for it dude.” As he was talking, I felt myself getting really excited by the idea, including my cock getting hard. “Looks like you’re into the idea,” he laughed. That was all the encouragement I needed. I set down my jeans, and headed back to the bathroom area, my rapidly rising boner leading the way. As I was about to cross the hallway into the bathroom, Coach Harper was coming from my left. I watched him look at me, look down at my naked crotch, see my boner, and then shake his head in disbelief. I just kept walking, and grabbed the first stall. As I turned and sat, my boner was throbbing. Here I was, finally having showered, naked in the locker room, and my Coach just saw me naked and hard. These were all things that I had fantasized about. I realized that it was weird enough that I was taking a naked dump, and I probably also didn’t need to have my dick standing up like a flagpole. So I leaned way over and forced it down into the bowl. I was so hard that it kept trying to pop back up, and I kept hitting the head of my cock on the actual toilet bowl itself. I was kind of grossed out, but I couldn’t get it to go down. A couple guys from the other team walked by in their underwear, saw me, and acted like it was completely normal. Another naked guy from their team walked towards me, and he was obviously one of the cool kids – great build, nice patch of pubes, nice hanging cock and big balls. I thought maybe he was gonna take the stall next to me, but then he turned and headed for a urinal. “Dude, good for you,” he called out over the sound of his piss stream. “Lots of teams end up using our locker room after games, but not many guys are man enough to drop a deuce here, especially bareass. If I hadn’t gone earlier, I’d join you dude.” I had no idea how to respond, so I just laughed and borrowed Jake’s line again. “Ha yeah man, who gives a fuck, why not? I mean, we all got one, right?” “Haha yeah, you should tell that to the rest of your team that kept their underwear on in the showers like pussies,” he said as he walked over and stood in front of my stall. He was insulting my teammates, but he wasn’t wrong. So I just said, “I know, right? Lame. But not all of your guys were naked either.” “True,” he admitted, “so I guess there’s some pussies on every team. Good for you though, bro,” he said again as he walked away. His backside was just as nicely developed as the front. I finished up, wiped, and went to wash my hands. I stopped checking to see if guys were walking by, so I don’t really know if any of my teammates saw. But focusing on the tasks at hand definitely helped my dick calm down, so it was back to a semi for my walk back to my gear. The guy from the other team was dressed, but still sitting there. “Well? Awesome, right?” he asked excitedly. “Haha, kinda,” I replied. “Kind of a rush.” “Yeah, it is the first few times. Then it’s just like whatever. Good for you though dude. Later man.” He had been waiting specifically for me to come back, I guess. That was cool. As I got dressed I was thinking about how many cool things had happened. I kind of wished I was on the other team. They got to do this kind of thing all the time- the stuff I had always been wanting to do but never had the chance. Their ease with showering and walking around naked and all of it was a level of manliness I wanted. For myself and for my teammates. Little boys were ashamed of their bodies. Men don’t give a fuck. I was really proud of myself for what I’d done: getting naked in the showers, hanging and chatting naked with the guy from the other team, walking to take a naked piss, taking a naked dump, chatting with another naked guy while I was on the can. I wasn’t sure yet how I felt about Coach seeing me naked and hard…it was a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration. On the ride home, it did seem like maybe a bit of a bond had formed among our team. The terrible field conditions were part of it, but it was also that we had just had the crazy experience of showering together, and with the other team too. Even if a lot of guys hadn’t gotten naked, it was still a shared experience that brought us a little closer together. When we got back to school, I overheard Coach and Jake talking. “Oh yeah? You guys thought that was cool?” Coach was asking. “Yeah, it was awesome to be able to rinse off and not be all disgusting on the bus. And it’ll be awesome to go home and not have to get in the shower now, too,” Jake said. “Hmmm, all right. Well maybe we can see about turning the showers on here more often,” Coach said. Fuck yeah! Jake was my hero. It was pretty late when I finally got home. I explained to Dad that I had already showered, so I went right to my room to do my homework and go to bed. “Yeah sport, I noticed you didn’t reek like usual after a game,” Dad gently made fun of me. “We used to shower after every game, practice, even gym class,” he went on. “I don’t know why that ever stopped – who wants to smell when you could be clean instead?” I just shrugged and headed for my room. “All right, get that homework done,” Dad said. “Don’t worry Dad, I will,” I said. But when I got to my room I didn’t open my backpack – I just stripped down and started jerking off. The images from the afternoon come flooding back: Jake pulling his soaked tighty whities off, my pubes coming into view as I pulled off my own undies, the naked showering players from the other team, my new buddy in the locker aisle, his ass at the urinal, us standing naked and him talking me into a naked dump, Coach seeing me naked and hard, my hard cock on the john, the other team’s captain walking towards me, chatting with me, and walking away. And then the prospect that Jake was gonna get our team to start showering too just put me over the edge. I shot a huge load up all over my chest and stomach. I grabbed my still-wet undies out of my gearbag, and they worked great for cleanup. I chucked them back towards my bag, rolled over, and passed out.

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