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176 Jack Fritscher

seeing guys of all ages, kids my age to big dudes in their
thirties, all of them obviously Power Jocks, and from the
looks I got at some of the cocks, flopped out soft, or hard,
in sleep, Coach Buzz Spaulding’s famous Side Effect
was working. If my dad told me so, it was so. My dick
hardened wanting to meet Buzz Spaulding first chance.
I was gonna be one big motherfucker.
Downstairs, in the gym, the “Night Crew,” guys who
liked the concentration of the hours after midnight, were
working out, some nude, some in jockstraps, some in foot-
ball grey cotton teeshirts cut off right below the pecs, all
in sweaty leather weight belts and heavy black leather
combat boots to grip the rubber mats better for steadier
lifts. They were banging the weights, grinding out heavy
sets, pulling at their cocks that were light years beyond
any cocks I’d ever seen in high school.
The average hang was 9 inches to maybe 14 inches.
Soft. I later found out the way Buzz measured cock:
twice. Once soft. Once hard. Starting from the top of the
base at the belly to the tip of the piss slit for the length,
and then the circumference halfway up the shaft. So a
cock wasn’t just 10 inches long. It was, somewhat like
a 2x4 piece of lumber or a 4x4 truck, judged by length
and circumference. A 10-inch cock with a 9-inch circum-
ference was a 10x9, or 90 square inches of dick. Strut!
Strut! Strut! Do the Pete Rose Grope! No wonder, jocks
in every sport, once they’ve been to Camp, strut like
they’re God’s gift to man.
I ducked into the toilet opposite the weight room,
and even though the stalls had no doors, I dropped my
jock around my ankles, and plopped my butt on the
black horseshoe. Hearing the serious weights crashing,

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