Timothy
Jockstrap Fan
I can remember moving to a new location for a job transfer I had a few years back. I’m on a hunt to find a new dentist and doctors office as well as a grocery store near my new residence, a dry cleaners was also important to me. When I checked out the one nearest to the new grocery store I decided to frequent, I took in a number of shirts and a business suit to get dry cleaned and pressed. The attendant in the counter was a magnificent, gorgeous male, probably early 20s. I immediately went hard and found myself so speechless, as well as blushing looking down a lot.
He asked me for my last name and a phone number which all accounts I guess are registered under. I gave it to him and he entered the stuff into his tablet. He went through my bag of laundry and counted out eight dress shirts, and one suit. Since I like to look professional when I am at the office, I always have my shirts laundered with extra starch, so they are stiff… Much like my penis was that morning in front of this magnificent specimen of manhood, on the other side of the dry cleaner’s counter.
I thanked him for his prompt help and attention to detail. He said things should be ready in three business days, and I parted to head to the office.
He was probably the most beautiful man I have ever seen up to that point, and his eyes were a gray blue and exceedingly piercing, but humble. He was short fairly stocky, but not overweight, and looked amazing in his own well pressed clothing and dress shoes. I imagined him and I working out in the gym together and getting naked in the locker room in our sweaty Jocks and taking showers helping each other wash. I’d imagine giving him my fresh pair of cotton boxers to wear home, and he in turn would give me a fresh pair of Jockey Yfronts to wear home. All in my mind, mind you…
When I went to pick up my laundered clothing, three or four mornings later, he was standing there behind the counter, waved and called me by my last name looking at me inquisitively hoping he got it right. I said, ‘Yes, you got it right my friend!’ I checked out the shirts, and they looked great, and the suit would be ready in another day or two, no problem. I had brought in an additional bag of shirts, and in it, I had “accidentally” dropped in my favorite sweat and cum stained jockstrap. To let him open up my bag of dirty laundry items on his own, I simply told him there were four more shirts that needed laundry, extra starch, and I would pick them up at the same time I’d pick up my suit.
Sure enough, about five days later I went back with another bag of laundry, and had totally forgotten about the soiled jockstrap I planted for this gorgeous man-babe behind the counter. As I walked in, there he stood, and the memory came rushing back to me. I blushed as red as a beet, not knowing how he would take the treasure I had left for him.
He acted as if nothing new had happened under the sun, called me by my last name, and got my order for me. Everything checked out fine and I paid for it. As I was about to leave and headed for the door, I turned back around and said I had one question for him. He simply looked me straight in the eye and said, ‘I wanted to thank you. And, to answer your question, yes, I am wearing it now.’
I was flabbergasted to be blunt. I just stood there, a bit shaken actually and to steady myself I put my hands on the counter, looking down at it. My head was spinning and I was getting a bit lightheaded.
With that, he put his two hands on top of mine, and told me to take a few deep breaths. I did, and at the same time I also noticed he was breathing hard as well. As I looked up from the counter, my eyes met his crotch and, to my further shock, he was growing fast getting fully engorged in front of me!
He then whispered in my ear, that he would be free after work that night, and would like to get together. He also confided in me that he had not washed the jockstrap I left in my laundry bag, and that he wore it over his face the entire first night he had it!
he said he wore it every day supporting his balls, hoping someday to introduce them to my balls as well. That even further excited me and I just prematurely ejaculated there on the spot. I’ve never had a problem with a premature ejaculation before, but never had I been in front of such a beautiful creature, much less with that type of maleness wearing my own cum filled dried sports Jock on his own scrotum!! I took a few more deep breaths to attempt to contain my orgasm in front of him but I could do little to hide the intensity of it…
I could barely make it back to my car on my own and I ended up spending the whole day at my desk with my office door closed. I was trying to relax over my excitement in getting to, hopefully, mate all evening and night with him later that day after we both got out of work...
He asked me for my last name and a phone number which all accounts I guess are registered under. I gave it to him and he entered the stuff into his tablet. He went through my bag of laundry and counted out eight dress shirts, and one suit. Since I like to look professional when I am at the office, I always have my shirts laundered with extra starch, so they are stiff… Much like my penis was that morning in front of this magnificent specimen of manhood, on the other side of the dry cleaner’s counter.
I thanked him for his prompt help and attention to detail. He said things should be ready in three business days, and I parted to head to the office.
He was probably the most beautiful man I have ever seen up to that point, and his eyes were a gray blue and exceedingly piercing, but humble. He was short fairly stocky, but not overweight, and looked amazing in his own well pressed clothing and dress shoes. I imagined him and I working out in the gym together and getting naked in the locker room in our sweaty Jocks and taking showers helping each other wash. I’d imagine giving him my fresh pair of cotton boxers to wear home, and he in turn would give me a fresh pair of Jockey Yfronts to wear home. All in my mind, mind you…
When I went to pick up my laundered clothing, three or four mornings later, he was standing there behind the counter, waved and called me by my last name looking at me inquisitively hoping he got it right. I said, ‘Yes, you got it right my friend!’ I checked out the shirts, and they looked great, and the suit would be ready in another day or two, no problem. I had brought in an additional bag of shirts, and in it, I had “accidentally” dropped in my favorite sweat and cum stained jockstrap. To let him open up my bag of dirty laundry items on his own, I simply told him there were four more shirts that needed laundry, extra starch, and I would pick them up at the same time I’d pick up my suit.
Sure enough, about five days later I went back with another bag of laundry, and had totally forgotten about the soiled jockstrap I planted for this gorgeous man-babe behind the counter. As I walked in, there he stood, and the memory came rushing back to me. I blushed as red as a beet, not knowing how he would take the treasure I had left for him.
He acted as if nothing new had happened under the sun, called me by my last name, and got my order for me. Everything checked out fine and I paid for it. As I was about to leave and headed for the door, I turned back around and said I had one question for him. He simply looked me straight in the eye and said, ‘I wanted to thank you. And, to answer your question, yes, I am wearing it now.’
I was flabbergasted to be blunt. I just stood there, a bit shaken actually and to steady myself I put my hands on the counter, looking down at it. My head was spinning and I was getting a bit lightheaded.
With that, he put his two hands on top of mine, and told me to take a few deep breaths. I did, and at the same time I also noticed he was breathing hard as well. As I looked up from the counter, my eyes met his crotch and, to my further shock, he was growing fast getting fully engorged in front of me!
He then whispered in my ear, that he would be free after work that night, and would like to get together. He also confided in me that he had not washed the jockstrap I left in my laundry bag, and that he wore it over his face the entire first night he had it!
he said he wore it every day supporting his balls, hoping someday to introduce them to my balls as well. That even further excited me and I just prematurely ejaculated there on the spot. I’ve never had a problem with a premature ejaculation before, but never had I been in front of such a beautiful creature, much less with that type of maleness wearing my own cum filled dried sports Jock on his own scrotum!! I took a few more deep breaths to attempt to contain my orgasm in front of him but I could do little to hide the intensity of it…
I could barely make it back to my car on my own and I ended up spending the whole day at my desk with my office door closed. I was trying to relax over my excitement in getting to, hopefully, mate all evening and night with him later that day after we both got out of work...
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