Jockboy69
Jockstrap Fan
Here’s a little story with visual aids
My roommate was taking off for the summer and he wondered if his cousin Dean from the East Coast could sublet his space and I agreed. I practically creamed in my pants when I met him. He was a compact stud and hairy, although he did trim most of his body hair. His short cropped chest hair only accentuated his juicy quarter-sized nipples. His pubes were also trimmed which made his junk look huge (I discovered that he was not only a shower but a grower as well).
Dean would get up early to go running. Little did he know that i watched his morning ritual. He got up around 6 am sporting a morning woody (he slept in the nude like me). He’d pull on his jockstrap and stuff his manhood into the pouch. His jockstrap framed his bubble butt beautifully. When he pulled on his short shorts, it only made his ass look more enticing to be hidden by the thin material. He also wore a tight tanktop that emphasized his muscular torso and perky nipples. Although you’d think I’d jack off fantasizing about Dean while he out running, I’d reluctantly hold back because the best was yet to come. He’d come back from his run all sweaty and peal off his soaked workout gear and leave it on the floor. He always left his sweaty jock on the top of the pile. While he was showering, I’d rush over and grab his jock and head back to my bed. I raised his jock to my face and deeply inhaled his musky manscent while I stroked my leaking cock. It didn’t take me long to shoot all over my abs. I would quickly scoop up my cum, eat it to hide the evidence, return his jock to the pile of sweaty workout gear and hope back into bed before he returned from his shower.
One day, while he was out running, I got up out of bed to take a piss. As I got out of bed, Dean returned. I was standing there with my morning woody and he was standing there topless. His body was coated with a thin sheen of sweat—I tried very hard not to pop a bigger boner. We chatted a bit as he removed his shoes, socks and finally his shorts. He stood there in a maroon jockstrap. I told him that I was going to the bathroom to pee then he could have it. He told me not to worry. He said that he had to take care of some business as he reached into his jock and grabbed his junk. He asked me if I’d like to stay and help him out. He didn’t have to ask twice. I went up to him and he pulled me in. Our tongues met as he kissed me deeply. I ran my hands down his muscular back and cupped his bubble butt. He ground his crotch into my leaking cock. After a few minutes, he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees. On my way down, I ran my tongue over his body savoring the saltiness of his sweat. As I got closer to his pouch, the manly aroma of his crotch became stronger. I buried my face in his crotch, licking his hardening manhood through his jock pouch. My own cock was leaking profusely all over his food.
He repositioned himself getting on all fours on his bed. His jock-framed ass was right in front of my face inviting me in to taste. I spread his cheeks and began rimming his ass. His moans of pleasure made me dig deeper into his hole with my tongue. Somehow he produced a bottle of lube and begged me to fuck him. I was happy to oblige. i lubed up his hole with one finger then two. After loosening up his hole, I lubed up my cock and pushed in. God it felt so good to feel his tight manpussy wrapped around my stiff hard on. I pumped in and out of him slowly because I didn’t’ want to cum too soon. After a while, he pushed me away and flipped over onto his back. He put his legs over my shoulders and pulled me in. I fucked him deeply causing he to moan loudly. It didn’t take long before he orgasmed. He was still wearing his jock and ejaculated into the pouch soaking the material with gobs of white jizz. I felt his ass spasm causing me to shoot deep into his man hole. I collapsed onto him panting. The room smelled of mansex: sweat and cum.
We fucked often that summer. I was sorry to see him leave but made plans to visit him in his place on the East Coast.
My roommate was taking off for the summer and he wondered if his cousin Dean from the East Coast could sublet his space and I agreed. I practically creamed in my pants when I met him. He was a compact stud and hairy, although he did trim most of his body hair. His short cropped chest hair only accentuated his juicy quarter-sized nipples. His pubes were also trimmed which made his junk look huge (I discovered that he was not only a shower but a grower as well).
Dean would get up early to go running. Little did he know that i watched his morning ritual. He got up around 6 am sporting a morning woody (he slept in the nude like me). He’d pull on his jockstrap and stuff his manhood into the pouch. His jockstrap framed his bubble butt beautifully. When he pulled on his short shorts, it only made his ass look more enticing to be hidden by the thin material. He also wore a tight tanktop that emphasized his muscular torso and perky nipples. Although you’d think I’d jack off fantasizing about Dean while he out running, I’d reluctantly hold back because the best was yet to come. He’d come back from his run all sweaty and peal off his soaked workout gear and leave it on the floor. He always left his sweaty jock on the top of the pile. While he was showering, I’d rush over and grab his jock and head back to my bed. I raised his jock to my face and deeply inhaled his musky manscent while I stroked my leaking cock. It didn’t take me long to shoot all over my abs. I would quickly scoop up my cum, eat it to hide the evidence, return his jock to the pile of sweaty workout gear and hope back into bed before he returned from his shower.
One day, while he was out running, I got up out of bed to take a piss. As I got out of bed, Dean returned. I was standing there with my morning woody and he was standing there topless. His body was coated with a thin sheen of sweat—I tried very hard not to pop a bigger boner. We chatted a bit as he removed his shoes, socks and finally his shorts. He stood there in a maroon jockstrap. I told him that I was going to the bathroom to pee then he could have it. He told me not to worry. He said that he had to take care of some business as he reached into his jock and grabbed his junk. He asked me if I’d like to stay and help him out. He didn’t have to ask twice. I went up to him and he pulled me in. Our tongues met as he kissed me deeply. I ran my hands down his muscular back and cupped his bubble butt. He ground his crotch into my leaking cock. After a few minutes, he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees. On my way down, I ran my tongue over his body savoring the saltiness of his sweat. As I got closer to his pouch, the manly aroma of his crotch became stronger. I buried my face in his crotch, licking his hardening manhood through his jock pouch. My own cock was leaking profusely all over his food.
He repositioned himself getting on all fours on his bed. His jock-framed ass was right in front of my face inviting me in to taste. I spread his cheeks and began rimming his ass. His moans of pleasure made me dig deeper into his hole with my tongue. Somehow he produced a bottle of lube and begged me to fuck him. I was happy to oblige. i lubed up his hole with one finger then two. After loosening up his hole, I lubed up my cock and pushed in. God it felt so good to feel his tight manpussy wrapped around my stiff hard on. I pumped in and out of him slowly because I didn’t’ want to cum too soon. After a while, he pushed me away and flipped over onto his back. He put his legs over my shoulders and pulled me in. I fucked him deeply causing he to moan loudly. It didn’t take long before he orgasmed. He was still wearing his jock and ejaculated into the pouch soaking the material with gobs of white jizz. I felt his ass spasm causing me to shoot deep into his man hole. I collapsed onto him panting. The room smelled of mansex: sweat and cum.
We fucked often that summer. I was sorry to see him leave but made plans to visit him in his place on the East Coast.