--==<( VARSITY )>==--
      Chapter 3
  by Mr. Creamjeans


Gene and Brian were hot and sweaty after their workout. They
had come in to school together on a Saturday to use the
track. Now they were walking from the field toward the 
locker room. Harbor High kept its locker room closed over 
the weekend, but both Gene and Brian knew of way in through 
the coach's office window.
"So how'd the date with Bonnie go last night?" Gene asked 
Brian. "D'ja get anywhere with her?"
The two high school football players were best buddies, and 
shared everything with each other. One of their favorite 
subjects, in fact, was giving detailed accounts of what they 
did on their dates.
Not that anything much ever happened... Bonnie, Brian's 
girlfriend, had never "gone all the way" with a boy, and 
Gene's regular date, Denise, was a talented tease.
"I think I'm warming her up," Brian said. "I got to feel her 
tits under her sweater last night."
"All right!" Gene responded enthusiastically.
"Yeah, almost filled my pouch with jizz right then," Brian 
admitted.
"Pouch? What do you mean... did you wear your jock on the 
date last night?" Gene asked. Brian nodded. "Man, if you 
were wearin' your jock, you must've been pretty horny!"
Both boys knew that the other would occasionally wear a jock 
under his jeans at school if he was feeling particularly 
horny that day. That way, when he'd pop a boner, the jock 
would help contain it so the bulge wouldn't be too obvious.
"Yeah... I really thought I could get somewhere with her 
last night, and I really didn't want to shoot off too soon," 
Brian said.
"Does a jock help?" Gene asked, wondering why the one time 
he wore a jockstrap on a date, it didn't help at all... he 
just went right ahead and creamed his jeans anyway.
"Well, it did last night for a while," Brian said, "I mean 
if I'd been wearing my boxers, my cock would have been 
sliding around so much... I'm sure that little extra would 
have done it."
"Yeah, but you just said, `for a while'," Gene probed. He 
was getting a hard on thinking about his buddy's dick all 
hot and ready to shoot.
"Yeah, well... I did cream in my jock last night," Brian 
confessed. "But only after Bonnie started rubbing my jeans. 
She's never done that before -- I've always just dry-humped 
her. But she started feeling my dick! I just couldn't hold 
back, it felt too good."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Gene said as they approached 
the coach's window. Under his gym shorts, his prick was as 
hard as his restraining jock would allow. He opened the 
window and climbed in with some difficulty.
It was at that point that Brian noticed his friend's 
condition. He smiled, knowing that it was his story that did 
it. He figured he'd keep Gene hard with some more details, 
and force him to strip in the locker room with a boner.
That was one thing that nobody on the Varsity team would 
ever get caught with -- the dreaded hard-on-in-the-locker 
room. They said that a few years back, some really good 
athlete came out of the showers sticking out a mile. His 
teammates razzed him so much, he quit the team.
But today, he and Brian were the only ones there so there 
would be no harm done. So he continued with his story.
"Yeah, I was feeling her tits...real soft, man... and I was 
getting pretty worked up. My dick was, like, throbbing in my 
jock. I wanted to reach down and adjust it `cause it hurt 
like hell, but I didn't dare touch it, I was so close"
They were both inside, approaching the lockers. Brian knew 
Gene was trying to "will" his cock soft.
"I was just about to stop for a breather when she did it," 
Brian continued. "She reached down and put her hand right 
over my fly.  I thought, `This is it,' and held my breath 
and just started gushing into my jock pouch."
They were at the lockers, both boys had removed their shoes 
and shirts, and the moment of truth was at hand. Gene slowly 
pulled his gym shorts down. His jock was sticking out like 
crazy. The head of his throbbing hard-on was pointing 
downwards causing his cock to curve in that direction. Brian 
whistled.
"What a boner!"
Gene blushed a deep red, shoved his hand down inside the 
pouch and brought his cock upright. "Shut up, man...you know 
why this happened."
Brian watched as Gene's cock swelled even thicker and longer 
under the stretchy material. It began to pull the waistband 
away from his flat stomach. His overfilled balls now stood 
out clearly at the base of the pouch.
Brian was getting his own hard-on, but he wanted to play 
this scene to the max. "Hey everybody," he shouted to the 
empty locker room, "Gene popped a boner over here!"
"Shut up, cock-breath!" Gene shouted back, punching his 
friend in the arm. 
Brian only laughed. As he pulled his own gym shorts down, it 
was apparent that there was a little more than the average 
bulge in his pouch. Gene pounced on it.
"Check this out! Looks like you enjoy seeing me with a hard 
cock." Brian just smiled ruefully. "Well get a good look, 
make it last!"
With that, Gene thrust his hand down inside his jock again 
and pushed his cock so that it pointed straight out from his 
loins, making a huge tent out of the pouch. Then he stood in 
front of Brian, flexing his taut muscles and striking some 
bodybuilders' poses.
Brian knew he was supposed to laugh, but he couldn't. He was 
so wrapped up in the utter sexuality of his friend and the 
moment, that the only response he felt was an immediate 
stiffening of his cock into full rigidity. He quickly 
gathered his wits and decided to play along.
"Oh, yeah?" he said, and reached down into his jock and 
pulled his cock till it pointed straight out like Gene's. He 
then began flexing for his buddy.
They were quite a sight...two teenage studs, one blonde, one 
brunette, both with beautifully sculpted bodies, showing off 
the unyielding bulges in their jockstraps to each other.
Gene was noticing that he could clearly see the shaft of 
Brian's cock every time he posed in a profile view. The 
fabric of the jock was so stretched that it had pulled away 
from the horny boy's body. He checked his own pouch to see 
if things were that revealing on him. They were.
"Hey man, can you imagine walking around the locker room 
like this after practice?" Brian asked, laughing.
"Right..." Gene said, and he started walking up and down the 
aisle of lockers in an exaggerated swagger, his boner 
preceding him by almost eight inches.
The boys both broke up laughing. Suddenly though, Gene felt 
a twinge of embarrassment.
"Well, we should get in the showers and cool down," he said, 
adjusting his cock once again into an upright position. The 
elastic waistband pulled the pouch over the tip of his 
prick, so the crown was clearly outlined.
Brian glanced down at his own jock. He had just remembered 
that this was the same jock he shot off in last night, and 
wondered if there was a stain. Gene saw him do it and read 
Brian's mind.
"Is that the jock you creamed in last night? Huh, Brian?" He 
was relishing the opportunity to get back at his buddy. 
"Let's take a look."
With his swollen jock pouch throbbing, Gene walked over to 
where Brian stood and knelt down in front of him to inspect 
the damage. He could smell the musky scent of their recent 
workout (and current arousal) radiating from his groin. 
There it was... a faint outline where Brian had unwillingly 
discharged his semen into the fabric on last night's date.
"Whoa! You really squirted a load-and-a-half in here, didn't 
you?" Gene taunted. "Your jeans must've been soaked!"
"Yeah, they were pretty much of a mess." Brian said.
Gene stood up. They faced each other just inches apart. Gene 
felt a small drop of pre-cum ooze out of his cock slit and 
soak into his jock. First Brian, then Gene, looked down.
"Hey buddy, you're gettin pretty turned on," Brian 
commented, his tone subdued.
Breathlessly, his friend answered, "Yeah, I guess I am."
They looked down at the pair of stretched jockstraps, 
pouches struggling to contain their rigid teen meat. Gene 
inched his hips forward, causing the wet stain at the tip of 
his bulge to approach the tip of Brian's. Just before they 
touched, Brian's cock jumped, and a small wet spot appeared 
on his already stained jock.
When the straining lumps touched, ever so lightly, it sent 
electric shocks through both boys. They both looked up 
together into each other's eyes. A signal was passed -- a 
wordless signal that said that this was going to be another 
one of those episodes that they weren't supposed to have, 
but couldn't control. An episode they'd never be able to 
talk about, but that each would think of later in the 
privacy of his own bedroom.
They both looked down again and Gene applied a little more 
pressure against Brian's cock. Brian returned the pressure 
and began slowly squirming back and forth. Their boners 
rolled around within the confines of the stretchy material 
and the now abundant juices mingled on the outsides of the 
pouches.
The two jock-clad athletes began humping their crotches 
together. Their cock bulges were still the only point of 
contact.
Suddenly Gene did just what Brian hoped he would do. He took 
the final half-step between them and put his arms around 
him. Gene's smooth, hard chest felt wonderful, and Brian's 
cock gave a lurch. He felt Gene's do the same.
They stood in the locker room, locked in a tight embrace, 
rhythmically moving their hips, squeezing their hard cocks 
between them.
"I can't hold it much longer," Gene softly gasped.
"Me neither," Brian said. "Let me know... I... I wanna watch 
you do it."
Gene groaned and began thrusting his hips with increasing 
urgency. Brian had been afraid of what Gene might say to his 
request, but it appeared to turn him on all the more. Both 
boys were racing toward orgasms, still holding on to each 
other. Their hard asses, outlined by elastic straps, were 
contracting with an ever increasing rhythm.
"I'm gonna do it," Gene said in a strained voice. He broke 
the embrace, and still holding his hips firmly against his 
buddy's, leaned his torso back to give them both a view of 
his trapped, ready to shoot hard-on. 
They could clearly see both cock heads through the pre-cum 
soaked material of the jocks. Gene's was almost purple, and 
even the slit was visible through the fabric. Suddenly, Gene 
grunted, and from the slit gushed a huge blob of hot white 
fuck juice. It flowed through the jock pouch instantly and 
began running down the front, wetting Brian's pouch as well. 
Enormous spurts of semen kept erupting from the jock-encased 
dick, soaking both boys' crotches in hot wetness.
When Brian felt the hot, wet sensation of his buddy's cream 
soaking through his own jock, it took him over the edge as 
well. "I'm gonna..aagggh!" he moaned, his erupting cock not 
letting him finish the sentence.
Gene watched even more hot semen filtering through Brian's 
pouch and joining the puddle of jizz they held between them. 
Both boys' jock pouches were now overflowing with teen cum. 
Most of it mingled at the tops of their bulges, some of it 
ran down the shafts inside the jocks and coated their balls.
They squirted and squirted, the way teen guys can, until 
their balls were empty and their crotches were a sticky, 
soaking mess. As their thrusting slowed, you could hear the 
squishy noise of wet fabric throughout the locker room. 
Finally they backed away from each other. Their cocks were 
only slightly softer, and the undersides of both were now 
clearly visible through the cum-drenched jocks. Gene 
stripped his wet jock off, allowing his semi-hardon to swing 
freely in front of his buddy.
"I think we're overdue for that shower, huh Brian?" he said. 
Brian watched him turn away and walk toward the showers. He 
wished they could do stuff like this all the time.

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