GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/ken3.txt

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     The college football coach had ordered his team members to
come to Ken's Jock Shop to be measured for their new uniforms.
They would also need special equipment for various positions they
played.  On Saturday, the first man to arrive was the team trainer,
Johnny.  He was a slender, smooth blond with deep blue eyes.  He
handed Ken the schedule he had worked out for each of the team's
members.
     "And what about you?  I don't see your name on here," Ken
asked.
     "I don't need any football gear, since I am the trainer.  But,
I do need some shorts and stuff."
     Ken led the blond to the counter freshly stocked with all
styles and colors of shorts.  While Johnny looked over the
assortment, Ken studied the boy's body.  The tight jeans he wore
fit like spray paint.
     Johnny picked a couple of pairs and handing them to Ken
said," I best get a new jock to wear under these."
     Ken led Johnny to a large rack near the rear of the store
where there were several brands of athletic supporters.
     "What brand do you like best?" Ken asked.
     "Gee, Ken, I don't know.  I guess I've always worn the Bike
brand because it was the only brand that the little store in my
home town stocked."
     "Well, you might want to try something different," Ken said as
he reached for one of the boxes.  "This is a Wilson.  They make a
lot of sporting goods, as you probably know.  I think they make
one of the most comfortable jocks."  Ken opened the box and
Johnny recognized the familiar W in the center of the waistband.
Ken unfolded the small garment and handed it to Johnny to inspect.
"See how soft the pouch is?  It is soft and stretchy but still gives
a boy all the support his young cock and balls need."
     Johnny was a bit surprised to hear Ken use the words: cock
and balls.  In fact, something about Ken saying those words caused
a stir in him.
     "I wear one of these as underwear a lot.  It feels great and
looks good under tight shorts."
     "Okay, I'll try it," Johnny said.  There was a blush in his
cheeks that did not go unnoticed by Ken.
     "Why don't you take the jock and the shorts you picked out
and go into the dressing room and try them on?"
     "Sure...I'll do that," Johnny replied.
     As soon as the sexy blond was in the dressing room, Ken
walked to the back of the store and went into his office, quietly
closing the door behind him.  Once inside, Ken drew the drapes
apart behind his desk and looked directly through the two-way
mirror and watched as the sexy team trainer stripping out of his
tight jeans.  Ken leaned back against his desk and began groping
himself through the shorts and briefs he was wearing.
     Johnny skinned his jeans down and pulled his T-shirt over his
head.  His chest was smooth and hairless.  His pecs were just
starting to develope.  He was wearing Jockey Classic briefs which
seemed to fit very snug.  He slipped his fingers into the waistband
and stripped the briefs down and while he was bent over, grabbed
the Wilson jockstrap and pulled it into place.  He reached for the
first pair of shorts and pulled them up.  They fit perfectly so he
took them off and pulled on the second pair.  They were made of a
stretchy nylon.  When they were in place, the two inch waistband
of the jock stuck out over the waistband of the shorts.  Intrigued
by his appearance, he turned to view his backside in the mirror.
He turned back around and facing the mirror, he reached to the
front of the shorts and gently rubbed the nylon covered bulge of
the two layers of material.
     Ken became very aroused and felt his cock begin to leak
precum juices into his full-cut, white cotton briefs as he viewed
the boy.
     Johnny skinned the shorts down and stood in front of the
mirror admiring his smooth body dressed only in the Wilson jock.
He reached for the crotch of the jock and began massaging his
prick through the soft and stretchy material.  He loved the feeling
and continued the hot cock massage until his cock was at full
erection.  Then, to Ken's delight, he posed directly in front of
unseen Ken.  He humped his hard pouch against the mirror and
even let his left hand caress the butt straps of the jock.  His right
hand was squeezing his dick.  He brought his left hand around and
let his fingertips play at the spot, directly under the pouch where
the butt straps meet.
      Ken had opened his white tennis shorts and was jacking his
cock while watching the boy's open display of masculinity.
     Suddenly, the bell over the front door of the store rang,
indicating that somebody had come in.  "Damn!" Ken said to
himself.  Johnny had also heard the bell which brought him back to
his senses.  Ken watched him only for a moment as he stripped out
of the jock and grabbed for his briefs.  But in that moment, Ken
got a great look at the boy's great prick standing straight at
attention with a pearly drop of precum shining at the piss-slit.
     Ken quickly crammed his hard cock back into his briefs and
fastened his tennis shorts.  Once satisfied that his hard cock didn't
show too much, he marched out of his office to greet the new
customer.
     "Hello, I'm Ken, may I help you?"
     The young man identified himself as Buddy.  He said he was
the team's new quarterback and was scheduled for a fitting.  Ken
checked the listing and saw a boy named Steve was scheduled for
that time.  Buddy said that Rich was his real name but since his
dad was named Rich also, everybody always called him Buddy.
     "Hi, Buddy!" Johnny said as he came out of the dressing room.
The two team mates greeted each other.  Johnny said he had to
take a physical so Buddy waited patiently while Ken rang-up
Johnny's order and wrote out a charge to the college.  Ken told
Johnny that on all of the school charge forms he had to have the
local address and phone number of each of the boys.  Johnny
hurriedly signed the charge form and wrote the information Ken
had told him he needed.
     As he left, Ken turned his attention to Buddy.  Buddy was
about 5'10" and a clean-shaven blond.  "It must be my day for
blonds," Ken said to himself.  Buddy seemed to be a strong, street-
wise type of guy.  When Ken measured his inseam Johnny said, "Be
careful there.  I don't want to get a hard-on and split my pants
like I've done before."
     "I think you're bragging," Ken joked.  They laughed and
smiled at each other.
     "You are a quarterback, I see.  I think you'll need a cup jock.
One with a plastic insert to protect all of that stuff you've been
bragging about," Ken said.  He led Buddy to the back of the store
and picked out two boxes and handed them to the blond, young
quarterback.
     Buddy opened the two boxes and pulled out their contents.
One was a rounded plastic piece, called the cup and the other box
contained a jock with a pocket in the front held tight to the
waistband by two metal straps.  "I don't know about this.  I've
never worn a jock like this.  Maybe I better stick to the regular
one."
     "That can be pretty dangerous in collegiate football.  Tell you
what, why don't you go into the dressing room and try it on?
You'll find it is as comfortable as a regular jock."
     Buddy took the two piece and went into the dressing room.
Ken grabbed the schedule and saw the next footballer was not
scheduled for another hour.  So, not wanting to be disturbed this
time, he placed a sign in the door that read, "Be Back in one half
hour."  Then, once more, took his place in his office in front of
the mirror.
     Buddy had quickly shucked his clothes and was already
wearing the jock.  Leaving on just his letter jacket, he stood in
front of the two way mirror and began to study the bulge in his
pouch.  He ran his fingers all over the unusual jockstrap.  He
opened the two snaps and placed the plastic up inside and
resnapped the jock.  He felt the cup through the material and even
hit it a couple of times with a closed fist, just to see how
protective it was.
     Ken was so hot he couldn't keep his rock hard cock in his
tennis shorts any longer.  His cock actually hadn't got completely
soft after viewing Johnny.  He massaged and groped at the cotton
covered dick until it began to seep more prefuck juice, soaking the
white material of his underpants.
     Buddy, opened the snaps and removed the plastic cup from his
new jock and replaced the cup with his hand.  Just as Johnny had
done earlier, and Ken knew every young man does; Buddy began
playing with his dick through the pouch.  He dug as deep as he
could with his fingers into the cotton and nylon pouch.  Groping,
massaging and feeling his young manhood stiffen.  The tip of his
long cock began to emerge over the waistband into Ken's view.
Longer and longer it became.  A full three inches reached out as if
struggling to get to his belly button.
     Ken's horniness turned to unadulterated lust.  He had to have
this boy right now.  He fastened his pants and walked out of his
office and to the dressing room door.  Without knocking he opened
the door, surprising Buddy.  Ken's eyes feel to the erect cock
sticking out of the waistband of the jockstrap.  He then looked up
at Buddy and saw him smiling back at him.
     "Do you think this jock is big enough for this prick of mine,
Ken?  Maybe you can help me adjust it."
     Ken left the door wide    open as he dropped to his knees
directly in front of the overly packed jockstrap.  He grabbed
Buddy's hips and pulled causing the crotch of the jock to come
into direct contact with his open mouth.  "That's it, Ken.  Suck my
pouch!  If you do a really good job of it, I'll fill your mouth with
a nice load of my creamy cum.  That's what you want isn't it?  A
big load of jizz?"
     Buddy's dirty talk tuned Ken on more and more.  Ken ran his
tongue all over the double pouched jockstrap.  He sucked and
soaked the material with his saliva.  Finally, he ran his tongue tip
all the way to the leaking head of Buddy's big boy dick and drew
it into his mouth.  Buddy began to hump his cock into Ken's
mouth.  Deeper and deeper he plunged.
     "You're doing just fine.  Keep that up and I'll fuck a big wad
of quarterback cum right down your cock-hungry throat!  Suck it,
fucker.  Taste my precum juice?  Yeah!  I'm getting real close now.
Just suck as hard as you can while I'm cummin' and I'll give you
just what your dick licking mouth wants the most!  SUCK!"
     Ken's own cock was sticking out of his opened tennis shorts
and Ken was massaging his bulging cock through the wet cotton.
Suddenly he heard Buddy give out a load groan and then Ken's
mouth began to fill with white hot cum.  Load after load squirted
all over the inside of his mouth and down his throat.
     "Drink my fucking jizz... ahhh... I'm fuckin' it right into your
mouth!  Suck me... Suck!" Buddy screamed out.
     Ken's own cock exploded inside of the tight white cotton of
his briefs, blasting his own loads of jizz and filling his briefs with
sticky juices.
     Ken and Buddy finally stopped cuming and without a word,
Ken got up and walked out of the dressing room and back into his
office.  When he came out again, Buddy was standing at the cash
register counter.  After Ken wrote out his order, he handed Buddy
the credit slip.
     "Do you want my address and phone number like you wanted
Johnny's?" He smiled at Ken.
     "Sure, and I'll give you mine," Ken said.
     "Good, I think I'd like to fuck that hot mouth of yours on a
regular basis."
     Things had been rough for Buddy's older brother, Adam ever
since his old boss found out that he was gay and decided to fire
him.  Adam got the job at a hospital doing orderly work just to
make enough to put food on the table.  Adam liked it because the
work was easy and he could go any place in the building while
wearing the white jacket.
     "Yes," Adam answered, unable to resist.  "Remove your shirt
and T-shirt and have a seat on the table."
     He unbuttoned his shirt and turned, putting it on the chair.
As he began pulling the T-shirt up and off, Adam continued, "I'll
need to know your name and other information and find out if
you've ever had a complete physical before."
     Johnny had an almost hairless chest with small dark nipples.
As he raised his arms Adam saw the teen's first appearance of fine
hair under his arms.  The waistband of his underpants showed just
above the jeans he had on.  An upside-down Y lettered the white
elastic that sat an inch below his navel.  His firm stomach and thin
waist were typical of a good athlete.
     "My name is Johnny.  Dr. Walters has never given me a
complete physical, but the coaches say I need one before I can be
the football team's trainer."  He sat shirtless on the table.  Adam
picked up a stethoscope and moved toward Johnny wondering how
far he could take this.  The boy's skin was warm and smooth to
his touch as he began the examination.
     "Your heart sounds good," Adam said.  "Have you noticed any
swollen glands since you reached puberty?"  He ran his hands along
Johnny's neck and then across his broad shoulders and under his
arms.
     "Well, I guess I should tell you.  I think I had one but it
went away."
     "Oh?" Adam asked.
     "Yeah, I was real worried but then I figured it was from... you
know... jerking off, but it went away.  Now, I don't do it anymore
but I.. well... I wake up at night and I'm ... wet from... I don't
know... from like I jerked off."
    Adam's eyes traced over his strong young chest and kept
moving down to the flat stomach that ended at the waist of his
jeans.  "Johnny, lets take off the sneakers and pants so we can
finish the exam."
     He bent over and unlaced the shoes and as he did Adam
watched intently.  He had firm young buns that filled the seat of
his jeans well.  When he straightened up and his hands moved to
the button on his jeans Adam's heart started pounding.  He began
to unbutton the pants but paused for a split second looking up at
Adam as he did.  He continued unzipping his jeans.  Adam saw the
white of his underpants as his eyes flowed from the belly button to
his crotch.  Johnny lowered the pants, lifting first one leg and
then the other as he stepped out of them.  His cock and balls
filled the brief's pouch and moved back and forth in rhythm of his
undressing.  The elastic on one leg hole of the well-worn white
cotton briefs was loose and with his luck he hung left, with the
head only a fraction of an inch away from his view.
     "Johnny, why don't you sit on the table again?"  Adam asked,
watching as he lifted himself onto the paper covered exam table.
The effort made his muscles bulge.  When he sat, his balls and
cock filled the bulging white pouch to the fullest between his
muscular legs.
     "Lay back and we'll make sure your legs and knees are OK."
     He lay flat.  As he stared at the ceiling Adam stared at his
crotch. Adam could tell that his balls were sliding into a new
position and he watched as they did.  The shift pushed the edge of
one pink nut toward the edge of the leg opening of his briefs.
Johnny's cock began rolling to the same side, moving slowly under
the thin cloth.  Adam placed his hand on Johnny's right ankle and
grasped it lightly.  Lifting the leg pushed Johnny's cock and balls
further to the side.  The head of his young meat poked out from
under his underpants.  Adam moved to the left leg and lifted it
also, his breathing becoming faster as Adam planned his next part
of the exam.
     "Johnny, how often did you masturbate before you decided to
stop?" Adam asked.  "Because, you know that all boys do the same
thing."
     "Well, I guess it depended.  Sometimes I did it every day.  I
got scared for a while and only did it when I couldn't resist
anymore.  Now that I stopped and the stuff at night started
happening, I got frightened again."
     "Johnny, that's just your body telling you that it's natural."
Adam's hands moved up his legs and paused over his flat stomach.
He rested them on either side of his naval and pressed.  "Do you
have any pain here?" Adam asked as he reached for the waistband
of the shorts.
     "No, I lift weights but I'm real careful."
     "OK, Johnny.  Lift up," Adam commanded, as his fingers
moved under the last piece of clothing he had on.
     Johnny meekly lifted his buns off the table and Adam pulled
his shorts down, stopping just inches below his crotch.  Adam's
eyes became fixed on the  young boy's pride.  A patch of downy
hair covered him where his penis was rooted.  It was brown and
soft looking.  Adam reached up and cupped his warm balls in his
hand.  His body tightened.  Adam pulled gently on him and watched
his cock move as his teen feelings took control.
     "Johnny, we're going to do some test just to make sure there
is no medical problem.  You'll have to supple me with a semen
sample,"  Adam explained as he continued examining Johnny's balls.
"Your testicles feel normal but the only way to really know will be
with the sample."  Adam released the teen's balls and took his
shorts all the way off.  As Adam put them on the examination
table he could read the label on the inside back of the waistband.
The blue tag on his Jockey classic briefs told me Johnny was
wearing size 28.  "Stand up please and let's see how you make
out."
     Johnny moved from the table and timidly stood up.  His eyes
could no longer look directly at Adam.  Adam moved back to him
and again held his balls.  His cock hung to the side of his hand,
its size beginning to increase.  The flush of Johnny's
embarrassment started to become true excitement.  With his other
hand, Adam held his quickly swelling cock.  "Why don't you do this
Johnny and I'll continue with the examination," Adam said as he
reluctantly released his hold.  Johnny looked at Adam then reached
for his cock.  His finger tips moved slowly along the thickening
teen shaft.  Adam could hear a low moan start deep in his throat.
     Adam put a paper cup on the table next to his briefs,
"Johnny, when you are going to cum, please catch your semen in
the cup.  Now turn around and lean on the table so I can continue,
but don't stop what you're doing."
     He tuned and did just what Adam told him to do.  His broad
back faced Adam showing the firm young ass.  Adam pushed
Johnny's cheeks apart and placed a finger against his hole.  He
moaned and pushed back.  "This may hurt if you don't relax."
Adam pressed again and could feel him tighten as his finger started
to enter.     "Ugh," he grunted,  "Jeeze... Doc... can't you make it
easier?"
     "Yes, Johnny.  If you want me to I can lubricate it."
     Adam reached for a packet of KY jelly that was nearby and
squeezed some tight onto his hole.  He rubbed it gently, working
his finger into his rectum with each movement.  When his finger
was in its full length Adam said, "Johnny, you seem fine here.  If
it hurts I can stop."
     "Ohh Nooo  please don't stop."  His speaking seemed to relax
him.  Johnny's hand began moving faster on his cock.  The strokes
and rhythm of his motion told Adam that he was very excited.  His
breathing was deep.
     Adam gently reached between the boy's legs from behind.
They parted to allow him full access to the balls which now hung
like fruit for the picking.  They moved up and down in his gentle
hold as Johnny pounded hard on his swollen cock.
     Adam pushed his hand further and gripped his dick from
below.  Adam could feel its rigidness going deep into his body.
Adam squeezed and moved in time with Johnny.  His free hand
came down to join Adam's and forced him to continue. His breath
came in grunts as he forgot everything but his feelings.
     "Johnny, are you going to come?"
     "Oh, yeah.  My cock is ready to explode."
     With both of his hands occupied he was unable to reach for
the cup.
     "Ohhhh. Oh.  Ahhh," the boy uttered as he came.  Wave after
wave of orgasm shook his body as he let go.  The sounds he made
only added to the excitement.  His cum squirted and spattered all
over the examination table as he tried to aim in the direction of
the paper cup that sat there next to his underpants.  Adam could
feel Johnny's whole body begin to relax.  The violence of his
coming changed to a slow back and forth rocking.  Minutes passed
with Adam still holding Johnny's cock with one hand and a finger
of his other hand buried deep in his rectum.
     Adam could feel the stirring of uneasiness now that the grip
of pleasure had let go.  He stopped panting and moved back,
standing up.  Adam picked up Johnny's briefs and handed them to
him.  "Johnny, you know I'm not a doctor don't you?"
     He didn't answer right away.  Instead, he started to dress.
He stepped into his briefs and pulled them up his legs.  His
softening cock was supported, straight-up, in the cotton pouch
while he pulled up on the waistband.  The briefs were older and
worn.  They fit a little too loose.  The weight of his teenage cock
pulled it down and pointed it out as he let go of the elastic
waistband.  He reached behind the cloth and pushed the head of
his tired dick off to the left.  His jeans, sneakers and
shirt followed quickly.  In a minute he stood before Adam dressed
as he was when Adam first had seen him.  He looked at him and
down at his obvious hard-on that filled his white uniform pants.
He looked up at the phony doctor and said," Adam didn't know you
were not a doctor.  But, it's okay.  That's the best cum I ever
had."
     "I think you ought to get some new briefs.  These are a
messy from missing the cup.  Also, you should get them to fit a
little tighter, too.  It's no good to be active without support for
those great balls of yours."
     "Well, I don't much feel like waiting around for Dr. Walters.
Maybe I'll take your advice and get some new underwear on the
way home at Ken's Jock Shop.  I gotta go back there anyhow since
I am scheduling the team for outfitting."
     Adam walked briskly back to Ken's shop.  He thought about
what had happened to him and realized he really needed that to
happen.  When the Adam finger fucked his teen bubble shaped butt,
he had privately wished that he had used his cock instead of his
finger.  He liked Adam.  He knew, too, that he liked Adam's
younger brother; the team's quarterback, Buddy.  He wondered if
Buddy played around with other guys.
     When he reached the store a sign in the window read "Be
back in one half hour."  Johnny reached for the door knob and
found it unlocked.  He opened it and walked in, closing it behind
himself.  He had closed it so gently that the small metal bell above
the door hardly made an audible sound.  He heard a familiar voice
coming from the open door of the dressing room.  He looked inside
to see Ken on his knees.  He was sucking on the jockstrap pouch
of Adam's brother, Buddy.  Buddy was talking nasty to Ken
ordering his to drink his hot fucking jizz.
     Johnny saw a door behind him and opened it to find a bed
and table that Ken used sometimes when he was work-ing late.
The door of the dressing room was across from the door of Ken's
sleeping room.  So, Johnny laid back on the bed, kicking off his
jeans and shoes to watch Ken and Buddy.  He left his Jockey
shorts on and began jacking his cock inside the material while Ken
continued to suck on Buddy's pouch and Buddy kept letting out hot
dirty words that made Johnny even hotter and harder.  Finally, he
couldn't resist blasting his load of cum right into brief to join the
 hot cum he had shot off in the examination room and hour before.

     When Johnny's breathing subsided, he sat up quietly and
dressed himself.  He continued to watch Ken and Buddy as Ken
sucked Buddy's hot teen cum right down his throat.  Again, Buddy
felt his cock stiffen in his jizz-drenched briefs.
     He quietly slipped back to the front of the store and ever-so-
lightly opened and closed the front door.