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For reasons I cannot understand, my mind wandered back to my days back in high school and one particular jockstrap memory.
"Raj" had transferred into the Catholic high school I attended. He was born in India and his parent immigrated to the US when he was in high school. Because of visa problems, he didn't arrive in the US until a couple of weeks into the school year.
He and I had identical schedules the first year he was in America and the guidance counselor asked me to help him make any needed transitions to the school and to the country. Since we had identical schedule, Raj and I were in the same gym class. I took him to the nearby sporting goods store to get gym clothes and a jockstrap. Raj had never seen a jockstrap and looked puzzled. After we left the store, we went to my house and I showed him how to get ready for PE class. I stripped down, and then put on my jock, gym shorts, tee shirt, athletic socks and sneakers. Then, I had Raj do the same. When he stripped down, I saw that he had a perfectly toned body, thin but muscular, but not too muscular. He had a large set of cock and balls that was the envy of the guys in my class. In addition, he had a triangle of thick bush of black hair in his crotch.
When he put on his jockstrap, the jock perfectly framed his ass cheeks. You could see that the pouch was filled with his well-developed cock and balls. The pale color of the jockstrap was in contrast to Raj's smooth dark skin. I knew I felt something that a good Catholic boy shouldn't. I didn't understand what I was feeling and was probably too naive to comprehend my feelings.
In the years that followed, Raj and I had some classes together but not physical education. After graduation, he became a US citizen, graduated college with a degree in architecture, moved away, got married to an Indian-American physician, and started his own firm. Raj comes back for class reunions. At one reunion, one of the guys had too much to drink and when he saw Raj, all he wanted to talk about was Raj's endowment.
Sigh ... high school the good old days
"Raj" had transferred into the Catholic high school I attended. He was born in India and his parent immigrated to the US when he was in high school. Because of visa problems, he didn't arrive in the US until a couple of weeks into the school year.
He and I had identical schedules the first year he was in America and the guidance counselor asked me to help him make any needed transitions to the school and to the country. Since we had identical schedule, Raj and I were in the same gym class. I took him to the nearby sporting goods store to get gym clothes and a jockstrap. Raj had never seen a jockstrap and looked puzzled. After we left the store, we went to my house and I showed him how to get ready for PE class. I stripped down, and then put on my jock, gym shorts, tee shirt, athletic socks and sneakers. Then, I had Raj do the same. When he stripped down, I saw that he had a perfectly toned body, thin but muscular, but not too muscular. He had a large set of cock and balls that was the envy of the guys in my class. In addition, he had a triangle of thick bush of black hair in his crotch.
When he put on his jockstrap, the jock perfectly framed his ass cheeks. You could see that the pouch was filled with his well-developed cock and balls. The pale color of the jockstrap was in contrast to Raj's smooth dark skin. I knew I felt something that a good Catholic boy shouldn't. I didn't understand what I was feeling and was probably too naive to comprehend my feelings.
In the years that followed, Raj and I had some classes together but not physical education. After graduation, he became a US citizen, graduated college with a degree in architecture, moved away, got married to an Indian-American physician, and started his own firm. Raj comes back for class reunions. At one reunion, one of the guys had too much to drink and when he saw Raj, all he wanted to talk about was Raj's endowment.
Sigh ... high school the good old days