The Teen Jocks Ch. 01

I rush over to my closet and, in a blur, search through all of my athletic clothing to find the suit that my dad bought me for formal events. I slip on the suit, kicking off my black converses and as I bend down to put on my dress shoes, I accidentally rip a hole in the back of my pants. Also, I guess I forgot to put on underwear, but I decide to not focus on that right now as I have to hurry like, right fucking now!

I put on my dress shoes and grab my phone (and the invitational card as well) before opening my bedroom window and blasting off into the sky heading towards the glowing lights of the city

Kirby Spire - The Party

Thankfully, I arrive before I guess everyone has arrived to the party, so I'm able to touch down in an alleyway besides the spiraling tower and get into the building before anyone sees where I came from. I walk into the lobby which has black marble floors, white marble walls, and an Art Deco metal curving put on the ceiling. I take the card out of my pocket and see that at the bottom it read "Floor 1938" so, I walk towards four elevators and push the up button. While I wait for the elevator, an average height hunky black guy with dreads dressed in a silver tuxedo and shiny black dress shoes walks up beside me to also wait on the elevator.

He stands really close and I try to slide over a little bit to give myself some room. Unfortunately, he notices and looks over to me while raising an eyebrow up.

"Is there a problem?" He says in a deep, husky voice with a slight accent that I couldn't decipher.

"No. No, problem here. Bud. Buddy." I reply as my cheeks start to blush a little and my voice gains this nervous tone to it.

Ding!

We both tear our eyes from one another and look towards the open elevator doors. I'm the first to walk in as he's right behind me. I turn around as the elevator doors close and now I'm stuck in this tight, enclosed space with a man who looks like might beat the shit out of me for just glancing at him weird.

I look around for the floor buttons, but can't find any until the guy reaches around me and presses a dimly glowing white screen pad on the wall. He types in the number for the floor and the elevator begins to go upwards.

I decide to clear the air between us, so I turn around and tell him "Name's Mason Rhoades" while holding my hand out to him. He looks down at my held out hand and tightly grasps it.

"Du—" Ding! "You have arrived at Floor 1938."

The sound of the elevator arriving at the floor and the voice of a woman cuts off the guy before he can say anything else. He lets go of my hand and for some weird reason I don't want him too. He is the first to leave through the open doors and I'm following his lead.

He leads me into a large lounge room with couches, tables, food, and drinks. There seems to be like six other people in the room with us. I don't recognize anyone here — holy shit! Is that Brad Knight!?!

Brad stood there in a peach colored tuxedo with a matching colored bow tie and black dress shoes. His brown hair is combed nicely and his white teeth somehow shine in the softly lit room. He's texting on his phone when I fast walk over to him. He only notices me when I'm right in front of him.

"Hi. Do I know you?" He asks nicely in a deep, baritone voice. "No, but you might know my brother, his name is Tyler Rhoades?" I reply back with a nervous smile.

He takes a moment and then his eyes lit up with recognition, "Oh! You're Tyler's little bro, Mason?"

"Yep. Tyler is my big bro." I answer. "Tyler's told me a lot about you." Oh really??

"He said that you're a quarterback for the Queenvale Bobcats and you strive to be like me."

"Yeah." I reply back sheepishly.

"He even said you have a poster of me on your wall and that you jerk off to it." He says teasingly.

"No! No. I don't. I just use it for inspiration when I need to do better." I yell back and then get quieter after my outburst draws looks. "Yeah, of course, bro. It's fine if you do weird stuff to a poster of me. Maybe after this you can see everything up close and personal" He tells me and then winks charmingly.

I'm so excited that I say in an upbeat voice, "Ok!"

All of a sudden a waiter bumps into me and he drops a tray of mini hotdogs. I turn around and bend over to help him pick up the mess as I apologize to him. I'm so caught up in helping this poor helpless guy that I don't notice the sudden cool breeze hitting my asshole and Brad getting a clear shot at my pink pussy.

I hear a low whistle coming from behind me and so with a hand on my knee, I turn around and see Brad staring right at my muscle butt. I unconsciously clench my asscheeks together and this earns a slap on my ass from Brad and him rearranging his crotch, which has begun to protrude out a little bit.

I finish helping the waiter and stand back up to continue talking with Brad when a clinking of glass can be heard behind us. I turn around and see a glass of alcohol raised in the air by an older, grey haired gentleman I recognize to be Adrian Wizard.

Mr. Wizard in a posh British accent tells us "Hello, everyone. Thank you all for coming here to this special event. I want to thank my personal chef for cooking all of this food. Thank my guests for eating all of the mini hot dogs and not letting me have a single one." This earns chuckles and laughs from all of us. "But I brought you all here today to celebrate something a little more special than handing out awards for 'Best Tight End'". Strangely, he looked at me when he said that. "No, I brought you all here today to say that I know that you are all superheroes and that you have superhuman abilities."

A couple of gasps ring out through the room and I'm sure I'm not the only one with a shocked look on my face. After everybody settles, Mr. Wizard continues on, "Don't worry, I don't plan on revealing your secret identities to the public or using them as blackmailing material, I assure you. I just want there to be trust between us."

"Go to hell!" A man says to my left. He points a hairy finger at Mr. Wizard and storms out of the room.

Wizard signs and watches as the man leaves.

"One down, five more to go." A poor attempt at a joke by Wizard.

"I want you to join me in creating a unified group of young male heroes in protecting this city from crime." As he says this, he spreads his arms out like he's trying to give all of us a hug. "Nightshadow?" He gestures towards a tall, black haired young stud in a black suit.

Brad looks over at the man in bewilderment and says, "Scott, you're Nightshadow?" The man replies, "Yeah. I was going to tell you, but only when you told me that you had superpowers."

Brad looks sheepish, "I was going to get around to it sooner or later, it's just football and, you know, my dad."

Who doesn't know Brad's father, U.S. Senator Hank Knight and firm opposer of super human rights.

Scott just nods and switches his attention back on the patiently awaiting man, "I'm not just going to trust on your word, I need something more than that."

"How about this?" Mr. Wizard gestures to a short blonde man around my age with crystal blue eyes and pink lips. He's wearing a more casual outfit then the rest of us. Oh shit, that's Tommy Wernik, the gymnast from school! What's he doing here? He doesn't seem like he's has powers. He walks up beside the man and takes a pen out of his pocket.

"A pen? You've got to be kidding —" Scott is cut off as a bright flash blinds everyone in the room. Instead of the casually dressed twink standing in front of us, now Tommy is in a full navy blue bodysuit with a golden belt and a red cape outlined in golden threads. On his belt, there were pouches to carry things in and in his hand he was holding a wooden staff topped with a gleaming purple gem.

"Mr. Wizard? Do I have to wear this getup? I don't like it, it's too tight on my skin. Like look at this." Tommy whined to the man in a high-pitched but soft voice and then bent over to show him something.

Rip!

Tommy had bent over and ripped a hole in the back of his costume. He bent up with a blush on his cheeks, apologized quickly to everyone, and attempted to see where the rip was by turning his back to us.

He bent over again and a dark pink, tiny and pristine rosebud looked back at us from fat cheeks, winking. I could see that Tommy was wearing a pink thong and the strap going down between his two cheeks had somehow moved to the side. Tommy must feel so humiliated. But damn does he have a hot ass.

Tommy eventually turned back around and just stood next to Mr. Wizard while he continued to talk. "Tommy here was chosen to be the magical champion of the world by ancient British druids, who imbued him with their arcane powers, so he could stop a great evil that is trying to get out. What that evil is we still don't know, sadly the druids didn't disclose that" Wizard says in a grave voice.

"Tommy, or Witch Boy, as I call him, can't do this alone. He needs not just my help, but your help too. Please, will you join us in stopping this ancient evil from destroying the world?" Wizard pleads to us.

The room becomes quiet for a minute as everyone mulls it over. Surprising not just myself, but everyone else in the room, I lift up my hand and say, "Yeah. I'll do it."

Wizard's eyes light up with excitement and something else I can't figure out, and then he looks at Brad.

Brad soon follows me and also says yes, then the guy with the dreads, and then Wizard comes to a silent Scott with arms crossed.

"Mr. Grey?"

Scott eventually relents and says, "Fucking fine. I'll join but I still don't trust you."

Mr. Wizard sighs, looks down, then he snaps his fingers and three formally dressed people come out of another room holding suitcases with the label, "TJ", printed on them. The people sit the suitcases down on a table to the left of Wizard and then quietly leave.

Wizard turns and walks over to the table where the suitcases where placed. He opens each one individually and from the last one, he pulls out a red jockstrap with blue stripes running up and down it. He turns back around and hands the jock to me.

I look at his outstretched hand and take the jock from him. I flip it over and then look back at him. He says to us, "I have taken the liberty of redesigning your previous uniforms. I found that Nightshadow over there was fighting thugs in rags. With my vast resources, I was able to design each costume to suit your individual powers." He then continues to hand out speedos, a thong, and a singlet. He also hands out boots, domino masks, knee pads, capes, bracelets, and more.

The guy with the dreads is given a green and yellow wrestling singlet, green boots, a yellow domino mask, green knee pads, and yellow leather fingerless gloves.

Scott got handed a black speedo, a blue domino mask, black bracelets, black boots, blue knee pads, black gloves with blue on the knuckles, and a black metal rod.

Brad got only a gold necklace shaped like a fiery sun with an orange gem in the middle and gold bracelets. Tommy got a black thong, a short black cape, black shoes, and a black witch's hat. While I received red laced up boots, blue knee pads, a blue domino mask, and red leather fingerless gloves to go with my red jock.

"I had the garments made out of an ultra strong, extremely flexible and resistant spider silk, threaded with cotton for extra comfort. Unfortunately, the supply of the silk was limited so I was only able to make very revealing costumes, so forgive me." Wizard explained to us.

"Why did I just get this necklace and these bracelets?" Brad questioned. "Well even though the spider silk is highly resistant, it doesn't work in extreme heat, and because of your powers and how you put off a lot of heat when you light up, I just decided for you to fight in the nude. I mean, one is going to notice anything, anyway." Wizard answered back.

"Oh."

"So..." Scott said "What know?"

"Well, change into your costumes. I want to see if I got the right size or not."

One by one, we all strip out of our clothing and place them on the ground. Wizard also gives us bags to put them in so we don't have to haul around piles of clothing. Tommy takes off the bodysuit by unzipping the back with some help from Scott. Tommy is naked except for a pink thong that nicely shows off his average-sized package and big butt. He slips the thong down his legs revealing his average length dick. It's nothing compared to my own, but I think he has me beat in the ass department. Tommy is a prime example of a "bubble boi". I glance up his body and notice his hard pink nipples pointing straight out from his chest like two bullets. When Scott helped Tommy out of his old costume, his hand grazed Tommy's nipple and I saw Tommy pause for a second.

I inwardly gasp at Brad's muscles as he calmly and comfortably takes off his dress shirt and pants. His big tan thighs come into sight along with his large muscular pecs topped with the same brown nipples I see every morning when I wake up. Once the pants come off, I see that he's wearing a black jock that does nothing for his donkey dick. Eventually they also come off and my once flaccid cock quickly grows into a raging boner.

Scott had taken off his pants and boxer briefs allowing me to see his long pale cock hanging out. Not bad for a guy his size. He had this kind of swimmer's body going on with shredded abs and thick arms. His pale white skin matched perfectly with his pink nipples. He slid on his black speedo and I watched as he attempted to haul his thick cock into that tiny thing. Somehow he did the impossible (stuffing a giant cock into tiny underwear) but, the speedo did nothing to hide his dick. His cock sat low in the speedo so low it caused the top of his black pubes and the base of his cock to show. I bet if he started running, his dick would bounce completely out. Scott turned around and the top of his ass could be seen. Damn! I want to just bounce a quarter into his ass cleavage.

I turn to look at the guy with dreads and saw that he's completely naked. His large, long, dark, almost black cock hangs low in between his legs and his bubble butt juts out from his waist like a fleshy, wobbly shelf. It jiggles every time he takes a step, honestly, I don't know how I didn't notice it after getting out of the elevator. He easily slips on his costume and sensing eyes on him, quickly looks up but I turn my gaze away before he spots me.

I decide to follow suit by also stripping out my suit and pants. I kick my shoes off and put on the red boots given to me. I don't even realize that I'm giving everybody in the room a great view of my exposed backside because I left without putting on any underwear. I put on the red jock noting that it fits quite snugly around my cock and the bottom strap really lifts up my muscle booty. I lace up the red boots and slip on the red gloves.

After I finish putting on my costume (minus the domino mask), I go over to the guy with dreads to ask for his name again.

"Hey. Sorry, I didn't get your name in the elevator." I tell him.

"Oh, the name's Duke, Duke Grimshaw." Duke answers with a slight southern tang.

"Grimshaw is an awesome name, dude." He thanks me and we both turn our attention to Mr. Wizard.

"Now that everyone's suited up," He looks around at everyone and smiles "we can finally begin."

End of Chapter One