ScottTheJockGuy
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A good bottom will take all you’ve got with no complaintsThe first guy I fucked was named Scottie. I kept waiting for him to yell — “She cannae take any more, Captain!” Lucky for me he took all I gave!.
A good bottom will take all you’ve got with no complaintsThe first guy I fucked was named Scottie. I kept waiting for him to yell — “She cannae take any more, Captain!” Lucky for me he took all I gave!.
Was your phaser on Stun?? LOLThe first guy I fucked was named Scottie. I kept waiting for him to yell — “She cannae take any more, Captain!” Lucky for me he took all I gave!.
That’s really interesting. Kinda sad. I can only imagine the first time he walks into a lockerroom or gang shower.I have a friend that was homeschooled and never experienced locker room joys as most of us have. He stayed with me for a while, sleeping on my couch and I remember the first time I came out of my room wearing my boxers, he was taken back by it. He was definitely uncomfortable with it.
He never changed until I went into my room and half the time he slept in his clothes. I kept telling him it was OK, but he never got comfortable with the boxers.
Goes to show the difference in upbringing.
I doubt he would ever put himself in a place like that.That’s really interesting. Kinda sad. I can only imagine the first time he walks into a lockerroom or gang shower.
That was nice of you to let him stay at your place.I doubt he would ever put himself in a place like that.
That’s a concern of mine with homeschooling. My kids won’t get that experience. But with the way things are going, by the time they’re in middle school, I doubt kids will be changing clothes anyway.I have a friend that was homeschooled and never experienced locker room joys as most of us have. He stayed with me for a while, sleeping on my couch and I remember the first time I came out of my room wearing my boxers, he was taken back by it. He was definitely uncomfortable with it.
He never changed until I went into my room and half the time he slept in his clothes. I kept telling him it was OK, but he never got comfortable with the boxers.
Goes to show the difference in upbringing.
I agree. I don't think he would ever go into a locker room, let alone change in one. I even bought him some pajamas to sleep in but he still slept in his jeans. He would either shower after I went to work, or he would shower after I went to bed. Shy about his body doesn't even touch the surface.I doubt he would ever put himself in a place like that.
A great bottom will challenge by demanding more!A good bottom will take all you’ve got with no complaints
LOL Uh no it was full intensity — I had numerous adolescent years to make up for!Was your phaser on Stun?? LOL
Is that why when a man is balls deep in my mouth, I grab him by the ass and pull him into me?A great bottom will challenge by demanding more!
Well there we get into good and great again. A great bottom grabs me by the ass with one hand and by the balls with the other when he’s blowing me and demands my seed! (But my husband sets the bar HIGH! )Is that why when a man is balls deep in my mouth, I grab him by the ass and pull him into me?
Yeah I wouldn’t grab your balls… I shouldn’t need my hands to make you cum, and your balls should be pressed hard against my chinWell there we get into good and great again. A great bottom grabs me by the ass with one hand and by the balls with the other when he’s blowing me and demands my seed! (But my husband sets the bar HIGH! )
Ha! If they’re pulled up that far I’m already unloading.Yeah I wouldn’t grab your balls… I shouldn’t need my hands to make you cum, and your balls should be pressed hard against my chin
Snow skiing. A lot of guys were changing in stages to keep themselves covered as long as possible. As Mike described below, briefs came off and jocks went on pretty quick for a lot of boys, often with a T-shirt hanging over everything. Of course, nothing was hidden in the showers!Skiing? Snow skiing? Or water skiing? Interesting. When we started wearing jocks, we really didn’t think of how our ass was open to the world, but more like how we were exposing our cocks to one another in the lockerroom or campsite.
Our junior high was 7th-8th only, so 6th grade didn't change. I know from HS classmates that at other junior highs that had 6th grade, some of them changed, some of them didn't change.6th grade was when we started to change for gym class. Jocks were required and the coach would check as he took attendance. The showers were also required and were open, no shower stalls. I was pretty shy back then especially because I was one of the first boys to start growing pubic hair. When I dropped my underwear, my jock was already in my hands ready to be pulled right on, with gym shorts quickly to follow. Showers were almost a drive-by.
That’s funny. Good natured ribbing. Wd would have two “spotters” on the pummel horse. Some unsuspecting guy would run down and try going over the thing, only to end upside down hanging onto the pummel. The spotters would insert a finger of two in their manhole while yelling “cornhole”. Pushing their jock straps or briefs deep into their hole. This confrontation would usually end up continuing in the showers without the eyes of the coach’s.We had a couple of guys in 6th & 7th grade that went around tugging shorts down when they caught guys off guard. It got a laugh or two seeing a jocked butt on a guy as his gym shorts were down around his knees. I got it once when I was on the pull-up bars, I went up and my shorts came down.
I remember once when we came in from playing softball I was standing in front of my locker and I just dropped my shorts and was about to grab my towel and drop my jock when my locker door was shut and the lock was clicked shut. There I was in a t-shirt and jock on display as I rushed to open the locker back up.
Seems like we were always foolihg around and someone's jocked butt on display was the end result. As 7th grade went on the joking around decreased, but my jocked but went on display a few more times.
Sounds like our locker room.We had a couple of guys in 6th & 7th grade that went around tugging shorts down when they caught guys off guard. It got a laugh or two seeing a jocked butt on a guy as his gym shorts were down around his knees. I got it once when I was on the pull-up bars, I went up and my shorts came down.
I remember once when we came in from playing softball I was standing in front of my locker and I just dropped my shorts and was about to grab my towel and drop my jock when my locker door was shut and the lock was clicked shut. There I was in a t-shirt and jock on display as I rushed to open the locker back up.
Seems like we were always foolihg around and someone's jocked butt on display was the end result. As 7th grade went on the joking around decreased, but my jocked but went on display a few more times.
Now that isn’t like our horseplay; that would have gotten the “spotter” a black eye (and probably a sore hole!).That’s funny. Good natured ribbing. Wd would have two “spotters” on the pummel horse. Some unsuspecting guy would run down and try going over the thing, only to end upside down hanging onto the pummel. The spotters would insert a finger of two in their manhole while yelling “cornhole”. Pushing their jock straps or briefs deep into their hole. This confrontation would usually end up continuing in the showers without the eyes of the coach’s.
Good point. I was in 7th grade and these were the 8th grade guys. The middle school was only 7th and 8th. I don’t recall what ever happened to them after, either in the locker room or elsewhere.Now that isn’t like our horseplay; that would have gotten the “spotter” a black eye (and probably a sore hole!).
Our coach would hand us towels as we left. I think he was just checking us out.It was 7th grade for me. Not much ever happened. The coach always sat outside the open showers to make sure there was no horseplay.
One year our coach took attendance as we either entered or left the showers. We had to walk past him in our towels.Our coach would hand us towels as we left. I think he was just checking us out.
I guess I have another thing to consider myself lucky for — my coaches were all “boys will be boys” thinkers and only stopped us if our horseplay got way too out of hand.It was 7th grade for me. Not much ever happened. The coach always sat outside the open showers to make sure there was no horseplay.
So true man. Same here…. I know they enjoyed seeing young jocks naked and the whole locker room thing they got horned for…know I was even 12-13 and sinceI guess I have another thing to consider myself lucky for — my coaches were all “boys will be boys” thinkers and only stopped us if our horseplay got way too out of hand.
Was your phaser on stun? LOLThe first guy I fucked was named Scottie. I kept waiting for him to yell — “She cannae take any more, Captain!” Lucky for me he took all I gave!.