Jockboy69
Jockstrap Fan
Ethan was on his back with his legs on my shoulders and my cock deep in his ass. I’d been fucking him for a while. His dick was straining the pouch of his jockstrap—there was a huge wet spot from the precum that was leaking from his cock head. I could tell he was getting close so I tweaked his nipple to push him over the edge. He moaned loudly and exploded in his jock. His white mancream oozed through the mesh of his jock. The scent of fresh semen and the spasms of his ass muscles on my cock made me lose control. I could feel my jizz coat my cock as I plunged into him over and over again…
My name is Jack and I grew up during an era when jockstraps and showers were not mandatory in school. Depending on who you talked to, that was good or bad. I was in the former category. I wasn’t terribly athletic and was very self-conscious of my body so being able to discreetly change during gym class and not show my naked body was what I preferred. Hell, I was so sheltered that my only experience with jockstraps was pictures—I had never seen, let alone handled a jockstrap in real life.
As an adult, I was still pretty self-conscious of being naked in public. The guys at the gym were all around my age and probably had the same experience I had. No one wore jockstraps and everyone did the “gym towel dance”. We’d wrap a towel around our waists before removing our underwear and head to the shower. Afterwards, we would pull on fresh underwear before undoing our towels.
This all changed for me one day when Ethan showed up. He was older than the rest of us. He was in his 50s and was very good looking. His hair was silver gray (head, beard and body). He trimmed his chest hair so that you could see his well-developed pecs. He also had a treasure trail that accentuated his firm abs. What caught me by surprise was when he removed his gym shorts. He was wearing a white jockstrap (remember, I had never seen one in real life) that held what appeared to be a sizable package. I must have been staring a bit too long because he smiled at me as he slipped off his jock. He stood there completely naked. He grabbed his towel, threw it over his shoulder and walked naked to the showers.
I headed to the showers and took the one opposite him. He hadn’t closed the curtain all the way so I could see him soaping up his magnificent body. The soap suds dripped off of his semi-hard cock like foamy cum. He finished his shower and headed to the sauna. I followed him there shortly after.
As I opened the door, I felt the blast of heat scented with man musk. There were two other guys in there besides Ethan. It was a small sauna and the only available seat was next to Ethan. Not surprisingly, Ethan sat there completely nude while the rest of us had our towels wrapped around our waists. The other two guys left not long after leaving me there alone with Ethan. I looked down at his manhood. There was a drop of precum forming at the tip. He smiled at me and told me he lived in the neighborhood and suggested that I could come by his place for us to get better acquainted. I agreed and he told me to meet him outside the gym. He was going to stay a little longer to unwind. I quickly showered and headed back to my locker to get dressed. As I finished, I saw Ethan head to his locker. He winked at me as I left.
I waited outside for him. It seemed like ages and I was afraid that he might have slipped past me. He soon appeared outside and we headed to his place. We made small talk. He told me that he recently moved into the neighborhood. I told him that I lived in the neighborhood as well and had been there for a while.
When we got to his place, he immediately led me to his bedroom where he grabbed me and kissed me deeply. His beard scratched my face as his tongue invaded my mouth. He grabbed my ass and pulled me in closer to him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my crotch. He deftly removed my shirt and undid my pants—I was naked in no time. He pushed me onto the bed before undressing. As he removed his pants, I realized he was wearing a blue jockstrap! He peeled off his jock and his hard cock sprang out. He saw the look in my eyes and tossed his jock at me. I caught it and immediately brought it to my face. I deeply inhaled and savored his manly aroma. He climbed on the bed and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. He spread my cheeks and began to rim me—I was in heaven as I felt his beard scratching me and his tongue pushing deeper and deeper in me. After he got me nice and wet, he spat on my hole and started inserting his finger into my manpussy. I tensed up. “You’ve never been fucked?” he asked and I admitted that this was the first time. He reassured me that he would be gentle. He reached over into the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube. I felt the cold lube hit my virgin ass hole. He slowly worked the lube into my waiting hole with one finger then two. I had never experienced such pleasure. He greased up his manhood and teased me as he slid it up and down my ass crack. “Fuck me!” I begged him. He didn’t need to be asked again as he slowly put his cock head in me. He pushed slowly allowing me to adjust and began slowly moving in and out of me. I matched his rhythm—I relaxed my ass muscles as he pushed in and gripped his rod as he pulled out. As he picked up speed, I could feel his ballsac slapping against mine as he pounded my ass. I could no longer keep up flexing and relaxing so I defaulted to just gripping him. He moaned loudly and I felt my insides fill up with his spunk. He continued to pump in and out--there was so much jizz that I could feel it leaking out of me and drip down my taint and ballsac. He suddenly pulled out but he wasn’t finished with me. He flipped me onto my back and wrapped his lips around my swollen cock. He had been sucking on a cough drop and I could feel the cool menthol on my engourged dick. While sucking me, he inserted his finger up my cum-lubed manhole and massaged my prostate. It didn’t take long for me to shoot the biggest load of my life into his hungry mouth. He couldn’t swallow everything and the excess just dripped out of his mouth and clung to his beard. He moved up to kiss me and I licked my spunk off of his beard and fed it to his waiting mouth. I had never tasted my cum—it was sweet, salty and bitter all at once (I would later learn that every man’s juice tastes different.)
We laid there enjoying the post-fuck session glow. The air was filled with the scent of mansex. We got onto the subject of jockstraps and I told him that this was my first time seeing a jockstrap. He was shocked and told me that that was all he wore. He got up and riffled through a drawer and handed me one of his jocks and told me to put it on. I slipped on the black Bike jockstrap. It fit me perfectly! I loved how it cradled my ballsac, how it accentuated my butt and how comfortable it was. He told me to keep it.
The next day at the gym, I proudly stripped naked in the locker room and pulled on my new jockstrap. Ethan smiled and gave me the thumbs up. From that day on I stood proud and naked in the locker room—no more towel dance for me! I am grateful to Ethan for mentoring me to be proud of my body and manliness (not to mention the ways of mansex!). It had an effect. Eventually some of the other guys started wearing jocks and paraded around naked. Brad was one of the first. Ethan and I enjoyed spit-roasting him but that’s another story…
My name is Jack and I grew up during an era when jockstraps and showers were not mandatory in school. Depending on who you talked to, that was good or bad. I was in the former category. I wasn’t terribly athletic and was very self-conscious of my body so being able to discreetly change during gym class and not show my naked body was what I preferred. Hell, I was so sheltered that my only experience with jockstraps was pictures—I had never seen, let alone handled a jockstrap in real life.
As an adult, I was still pretty self-conscious of being naked in public. The guys at the gym were all around my age and probably had the same experience I had. No one wore jockstraps and everyone did the “gym towel dance”. We’d wrap a towel around our waists before removing our underwear and head to the shower. Afterwards, we would pull on fresh underwear before undoing our towels.
This all changed for me one day when Ethan showed up. He was older than the rest of us. He was in his 50s and was very good looking. His hair was silver gray (head, beard and body). He trimmed his chest hair so that you could see his well-developed pecs. He also had a treasure trail that accentuated his firm abs. What caught me by surprise was when he removed his gym shorts. He was wearing a white jockstrap (remember, I had never seen one in real life) that held what appeared to be a sizable package. I must have been staring a bit too long because he smiled at me as he slipped off his jock. He stood there completely naked. He grabbed his towel, threw it over his shoulder and walked naked to the showers.
I headed to the showers and took the one opposite him. He hadn’t closed the curtain all the way so I could see him soaping up his magnificent body. The soap suds dripped off of his semi-hard cock like foamy cum. He finished his shower and headed to the sauna. I followed him there shortly after.
As I opened the door, I felt the blast of heat scented with man musk. There were two other guys in there besides Ethan. It was a small sauna and the only available seat was next to Ethan. Not surprisingly, Ethan sat there completely nude while the rest of us had our towels wrapped around our waists. The other two guys left not long after leaving me there alone with Ethan. I looked down at his manhood. There was a drop of precum forming at the tip. He smiled at me and told me he lived in the neighborhood and suggested that I could come by his place for us to get better acquainted. I agreed and he told me to meet him outside the gym. He was going to stay a little longer to unwind. I quickly showered and headed back to my locker to get dressed. As I finished, I saw Ethan head to his locker. He winked at me as I left.
I waited outside for him. It seemed like ages and I was afraid that he might have slipped past me. He soon appeared outside and we headed to his place. We made small talk. He told me that he recently moved into the neighborhood. I told him that I lived in the neighborhood as well and had been there for a while.
When we got to his place, he immediately led me to his bedroom where he grabbed me and kissed me deeply. His beard scratched my face as his tongue invaded my mouth. He grabbed my ass and pulled me in closer to him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my crotch. He deftly removed my shirt and undid my pants—I was naked in no time. He pushed me onto the bed before undressing. As he removed his pants, I realized he was wearing a blue jockstrap! He peeled off his jock and his hard cock sprang out. He saw the look in my eyes and tossed his jock at me. I caught it and immediately brought it to my face. I deeply inhaled and savored his manly aroma. He climbed on the bed and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. He spread my cheeks and began to rim me—I was in heaven as I felt his beard scratching me and his tongue pushing deeper and deeper in me. After he got me nice and wet, he spat on my hole and started inserting his finger into my manpussy. I tensed up. “You’ve never been fucked?” he asked and I admitted that this was the first time. He reassured me that he would be gentle. He reached over into the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube. I felt the cold lube hit my virgin ass hole. He slowly worked the lube into my waiting hole with one finger then two. I had never experienced such pleasure. He greased up his manhood and teased me as he slid it up and down my ass crack. “Fuck me!” I begged him. He didn’t need to be asked again as he slowly put his cock head in me. He pushed slowly allowing me to adjust and began slowly moving in and out of me. I matched his rhythm—I relaxed my ass muscles as he pushed in and gripped his rod as he pulled out. As he picked up speed, I could feel his ballsac slapping against mine as he pounded my ass. I could no longer keep up flexing and relaxing so I defaulted to just gripping him. He moaned loudly and I felt my insides fill up with his spunk. He continued to pump in and out--there was so much jizz that I could feel it leaking out of me and drip down my taint and ballsac. He suddenly pulled out but he wasn’t finished with me. He flipped me onto my back and wrapped his lips around my swollen cock. He had been sucking on a cough drop and I could feel the cool menthol on my engourged dick. While sucking me, he inserted his finger up my cum-lubed manhole and massaged my prostate. It didn’t take long for me to shoot the biggest load of my life into his hungry mouth. He couldn’t swallow everything and the excess just dripped out of his mouth and clung to his beard. He moved up to kiss me and I licked my spunk off of his beard and fed it to his waiting mouth. I had never tasted my cum—it was sweet, salty and bitter all at once (I would later learn that every man’s juice tastes different.)
We laid there enjoying the post-fuck session glow. The air was filled with the scent of mansex. We got onto the subject of jockstraps and I told him that this was my first time seeing a jockstrap. He was shocked and told me that that was all he wore. He got up and riffled through a drawer and handed me one of his jocks and told me to put it on. I slipped on the black Bike jockstrap. It fit me perfectly! I loved how it cradled my ballsac, how it accentuated my butt and how comfortable it was. He told me to keep it.
The next day at the gym, I proudly stripped naked in the locker room and pulled on my new jockstrap. Ethan smiled and gave me the thumbs up. From that day on I stood proud and naked in the locker room—no more towel dance for me! I am grateful to Ethan for mentoring me to be proud of my body and manliness (not to mention the ways of mansex!). It had an effect. Eventually some of the other guys started wearing jocks and paraded around naked. Brad was one of the first. Ethan and I enjoyed spit-roasting him but that’s another story…
