Jockboy69
Jockstrap Fan
I was at the gym the other day and it was hard not to notice him. He was on one of the treadmills. He had a certain athletic gracefulness--it was like watching a gazelle run. In addition to have long, smooth muscular legs, he had a magnificent torso—lean, smooth and muscular (I found out later that he was a dancer). The other thing that made him stand out was what he was wearing. He had on a low cut tank top and bright fluorescent green shorts that hugged his butt beautifully. Fortunately I was wearing my usual jockstrap that held my growing cock in place.
Since I had finished my workout, I headed to locker room to take a shower. I stripped off my workout gear and piled it in front of my locker so that it could air out a bit—shoes, socks, tank top, shorts and finally my sweaty navy blue CB13 jockstrap right on top. I grabbed my towel and headed for the showers. The water felt good on my sweaty body as I soaped up. While I was enjoying the shower, I heard the water go on across the way—it was the graceful stud! He had his back to me while he was adjusting the shower temperature which allowed me to admire his muscular butt—it screamed “eat me”. Then he turned around. He looked at me and smiled giving me time to admire the rest of him. He had smooth firm pecs with dark, quarter-sized nipples. His pubes were practically absent save for a small tuft above his ample uncut dick. Sadly he pulled the shower curtain closed ending my show. I finished my shower and headed back to my locker. When I got there, I noticed a few lockers down that there was a pile of workout gear lying in front of a locker. I knew it was his because there were the green fluorescent shorts! In addition, right on top was a navy blue CB13 jockstrap just like mine and the same size! Since no one was around, I swiped his jockstrap and replaced it with mine. I stuffed my purloined treasure in my gym bag with the rest of my gear, got dressed and headed off to work.
When I finally got home after a long day at work, I immediately headed off to my bedroom where I stripped naked and grabbed his jockstrap. I put it to my face and inhaled deeply savoring his musky manscent. I noted that it smelled similar to my own sweaty jockstraps. I imagined him pulling on my jock—it was such a thrill to think about my jock cradling his junk. I rubbed his jockstrap over my own cock. Precum was freely flowing out of my piss slit all over my abs. I began stroking myself with images of him in my mind. I imagined eating his beautiful ass, sticking my tongue deep into his manhole. He was moaning with pleasure begging me to fuck him. I was happy to oblige and pushed my hard rod into his waiting hole. As I thrust into him, he rhythmically squeezed his ass muscles around my cock. My masturbatory fantasy was too much and I exploded sending my jizz all over my hairy chest and abs. I lay there in my post orgasmic bliss. I used his jock as a cumrag to clean up my manjuice. Can’t wait to see if I run into him again!
Since I had finished my workout, I headed to locker room to take a shower. I stripped off my workout gear and piled it in front of my locker so that it could air out a bit—shoes, socks, tank top, shorts and finally my sweaty navy blue CB13 jockstrap right on top. I grabbed my towel and headed for the showers. The water felt good on my sweaty body as I soaped up. While I was enjoying the shower, I heard the water go on across the way—it was the graceful stud! He had his back to me while he was adjusting the shower temperature which allowed me to admire his muscular butt—it screamed “eat me”. Then he turned around. He looked at me and smiled giving me time to admire the rest of him. He had smooth firm pecs with dark, quarter-sized nipples. His pubes were practically absent save for a small tuft above his ample uncut dick. Sadly he pulled the shower curtain closed ending my show. I finished my shower and headed back to my locker. When I got there, I noticed a few lockers down that there was a pile of workout gear lying in front of a locker. I knew it was his because there were the green fluorescent shorts! In addition, right on top was a navy blue CB13 jockstrap just like mine and the same size! Since no one was around, I swiped his jockstrap and replaced it with mine. I stuffed my purloined treasure in my gym bag with the rest of my gear, got dressed and headed off to work.
When I finally got home after a long day at work, I immediately headed off to my bedroom where I stripped naked and grabbed his jockstrap. I put it to my face and inhaled deeply savoring his musky manscent. I noted that it smelled similar to my own sweaty jockstraps. I imagined him pulling on my jock—it was such a thrill to think about my jock cradling his junk. I rubbed his jockstrap over my own cock. Precum was freely flowing out of my piss slit all over my abs. I began stroking myself with images of him in my mind. I imagined eating his beautiful ass, sticking my tongue deep into his manhole. He was moaning with pleasure begging me to fuck him. I was happy to oblige and pushed my hard rod into his waiting hole. As I thrust into him, he rhythmically squeezed his ass muscles around my cock. My masturbatory fantasy was too much and I exploded sending my jizz all over my hairy chest and abs. I lay there in my post orgasmic bliss. I used his jock as a cumrag to clean up my manjuice. Can’t wait to see if I run into him again!
