Jockboys

By Simon Sheppard

“Vin kicked off his battered shorts and did as he was told. He laid there, lean body drenched in sweat, wearing nothing but black hi-tops, white socks, and a jockstrap that barely contained his swelling dick. Coach walked to a corner of the locker room, came back with a barbell. “You’re gonna bench press for me, boy,” he said. “You keep workin’ out, you’ll have a body like a pornstar.” He laid the iron bar in Vin’s outstretched hands. “Now show me how you pump iron.”

From the lube-drenched hands of acclaimed gay erotic writer Simon Sheppard comes a suite of sexy stories about pornstars, queer politics, and postmodern penis play. Join Vin Stroker, Casey O’Toole and the rest of the well-hung, fun-loving gang for a smart, smutty romp guaranteed to make you wish you were one of the jockboys.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Riverdale Avenue Books
• Release date: Jul 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781936833436

Simon Sheppard

Acclaimed by San Francisco magazine as "our erotica king," Simon Sheppard is the author of Man on Man: The Best of Simon Sheppard, the novel The Dirty Boys Club, and of three previous short story collections: Sodomy! In Deep; and Hotter Than Hell and Other Stories, winner of the Erotic Authors Association Award. His nonfiction books include Kinkorama and Sex Parties 101, and his anthology Homosex: Sixty Years of Gay Erotica won the Lambda Literary Award. He also edited Leatherman, and co-edited Rough Stuff and Roughed Up. His work has appeared in well over 300 anthologies, including eighteen editions of the Best Gay Erotica series and several editions of The Best American Erotica. He lives in San Francisco and hangs out at www.simonsheppard.com.

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Jockboys, Copyright © 2013 by Simon Sheppard

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Jockboys ©1999, first appeared in Skinflicks (Companion Press)

The Pornstar Follies ©2000, first appeared, in a previous version, under the title A Night at the Adonis in Skinflicks 2 (Companion Press)

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And with thanks to Don Weise

Jockboys, ©1999, first appeared in Skinflicks (Companion Press)

The Pornstar Follies, ©2000, first appeared, in a previous version, under the title A Night at the Adonis in Skinflicks 2 (Companion Press)

Table of Contents

Jockboys

Unnatural Acts

Politically Erect

The Pornstar Follies

Here Come the Grooms

About the Author

Jockboys

Up against the locker!

Vin did as he was told, leaning into the row of cold metal lockers. Nervous sweat shone on his naked back.

Coach reached down and roughly grabbed the waistband of Vin’s gym shorts. The elastic gave way with a loud rrippp. The shorts dropped to Vin’s ankles. His jockstrap gleamed bright-white against his creamy-smooth ass.

You’ve wanted this, haven’t you, boy?

Vin said nothing.

I said, ‘HAVEN’T YOU, BOY?’

Yes...Sir.

Coach spread Vin’s asscheeks. A trace of dark hair meandered down the crack. The college sophomore’s hole was pink and hungry.

Down on that bench, boy.

Huh?

Vin looked around, confused.

See...that...red...metal...bench? Coach snarled. Lie the fuck down on it, on your back.

Vin kicked off his battered shorts and did as he was told. He lay there, lean body drenched in sweat, wearing nothing but black hi-tops, white socks, and a jockstrap that barely contained his swelling dick. Coach walked to a corner of the locker room, came back with a barbell. You’re gonna bench press for me, boy, he said. You keep workin’ out, you’ll have a body like a pornstar. He laid the iron bar in Vin’s outstretched hands. Now show me how you pump iron.

Vin looked up at Coach: late thirties, broadly built, handsome, dressed in gray sweats. The sophomore brought the weight down to his chest, thrust it back up again.

Slower! Pump slower! Feel it in yer fuckin’ muscles. No pain... Coach grinned evilly, ...no gain. Vin did as he was told. The older man peeled off his sweatshirt. His torso was well muscled, just a little bulky, covered with close-cropped hair. A silver whistle, dangling from a lanyard around his neck, slapped against his pecs.

That’s it boy, Coach said. Ten more reps and you’ll get a reward. He peeled his sweatpants halfway down his thighs. Unlike Vin’s, his jockstrap was ragged and sweat-stained, but its bulge was, if anything, bigger than the younger man’s.

...and six... Vin grunted. He was staring up at the stretched-out pouch just inches from his face. He could clearly see the outline of Coach’s dick. ...and seven... Coach crouched down a bit. The smell of Coach’s crotch sweat hit Vin full force.

You fuckin’ want what’s inside that jockstrap, son?

Yes, Sir, I do. Vin’s muscles were trembling with fatigue. Eight. Coach’s jockstrap was an inch from his open mouth. Nine. Vin’s jaws opened wider. He struggled to extend his arms. The older man lowered his crotch onto Vin’s lips. The boy’s aching arms pushed the weight up one more time.

Now you get yer reward, jockboy. He took the barbell from Vin, laid it on the tile floor, and crouched over Vin’s handsome face. The college boy reached up and pulled aside the elasticized fabric that had hidden Coach’s cock. The swollen shaft sprang out. The hairy, low-hanging nutsack brushed against his lips. Vin stuck out his tongue and started lapping away on Coach’s balls, while the older man reached down and started kneading the college boy’s well-defined pecs. Hard.