jockedpupuk
Jocked little chunk | UK
This based on a true story.
For background, I wasn't a sporty kid. It was a long time before I found any exercise fun. I grew up in the UK, so jocks weren't common, but between the influence of my dad had by wearing one, time spent at his sports clubs, a jocked gym teacher, and their prevalence in shows like Jackass - I got pretty obsessed.
I started buying them in stores, online or when on vacation from about 16 - so I had built up quite a collection.
My first foray into exercise happened when I was about 20, at university and living in a shared house with 3 other guys. We had spent too much time playing videos and drinking, so I wasn't in the best shape. Physically I was still twinkish but weak and starting to put a bit of chub on without any definition. So I decided to start swimming.
I would get up early to the leisure centre (pool and gym combo) for opening, usually, I was one of the first people in. For the first few weeks, I wore swim shorts, like board shorts but above the knee. But the mesh lining was uncomfortable, so I added a McDavid swimmer jock underneath.
The pool changing room was cubicles and mixed, but after a couple of visits, I began to use the "Men's group changing". It was an open room with benches and hooks running along the outer sides, with an opening at the back wall to open showers. It was much easier to change in there, and for the first two weeks I didn't see anyone else using it, so I got pretty comfortable changing and showering in the open.
During this time I got into the routine of showering with my swim shorts and jock on, to get rid of some of the chlorine before stripping down to just the jock and finally naked. I'd hang them up to drip dry in the shower section while I finished up the shower, dried and got ready. Before I left I would grab them, wrap them in my towel and be off.
Another guy must have been using the room too because I started to see clothes hanging up when I had finished the swim. After seeing them a few times, I decided to take longer getting changed after the swim in hopes of getting a glimpse of the owner.
I started to shower and hung up my stuff as usual but I took extra time under the water. Ten minutes passed when I decided I'd been in there long enough, so I dried off a little, wrapped my towel around me and sat on the bench.
I was browsing my phone for a while before I finally heard the door go. In walks a guy in his early 50s, with a well looked after swimmers physique. He had a full head of dark hair and a trimmed black beard, both peppered with strands of silver.
His torso was covered in dark hair also with tufts of grey hair covered his chest, leading down to a pair of soaking wet, bright red speedos. And there, prominently displayed for all to see, was a conspicuous bulge that left nothing to the imagination - a hefty package that hung heavily to the left, its outline visible in every detail.
Trying not to make it too obvious I was checking him out, we grumbled an "alright" back and forth as he passed. He stopped briefly to grab a towel and shower gel from his pile of stuff but continued quickly to the shower, picking one out of view of the changing rooms.
Pretty chuffed with the sight, I decided to finish getting ready. I got dry before putting on clean socks, jock, jeans and a t-shirt. Just as I was about to leave the guy comes out of the shower wrapped in a towel, and called out, "Hey, don't forget your swimmers."
"Oh, cheers dude - that'd have been annoying," I replied as I stepped towards him and grabbed my things.
"No bother," he replied and sat down on the bench and started drying off. I threw my stuff in my bag and went on about my day.
Upon my return home, a curious discovery awaited me. As I began to unpack my bag, I realized that I had somehow acquired a pair of striking red Speedos. And yet, I had lost my trusty swim jock.
My curiosity was piqued, and I couldn't resist trying on the newly acquired Speedos. As I pulled them up over my hips, I couldn't help but admire how snugly they fit against my skin. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and before I knew it, I was rock hard.
I wanted my jock back so despite my urges I thought it was best not to jerk off in them, so after a bit of fiddling, I took them off. I assumed I'd see him again soon so I left them in my bag.
The next day I had a look around for my jock, but no to no avail. I even asked the staff if they'd found anything in there, being a bit vague, but it was a no. Fortunately, I had others to cover me. No sign of Speedo guy either.
It was a week or so before I saw him again, I was running a tad late and noticed him in the fast lane while I was doing laps. It seemed he didn't miss his Speedos too much, now donning a dark blue pair. I did a few extra slow laps in an attempt to get our showers to align again.
I headed to the shower and picked the middle nozzle, which placed me in view of the changing area. Still wearing my shorts I soaped myself up, removed them, and rinsed them out. I hung up the swim shorts and waited for him in just my wet yellow ActiveMan swim jock and soap suds. Soon after I heard the door go.
I had my back to the changing room, so I couldn't see his face when he saw me showering in just a skimpy jock. He appeared next to the left of me not long after entering with his shower gel - still in his blue Speedos.
"All right?" he said in the usual non-rhetorical way.
"Oh, hi!" I pretended not to notice his entrance as I turned to get a better look at him. "I think you gave me your trunks the other day when you handed me my stuff," I continued.
"I did, didn't I..." he retorted.
"I've got them in my bag - I can give you them after. Did you pick up my jockstrap by any chance?"
"Yeah, it's in my bag." He didn't seem especially talkative today.
He removed his swim trunks and soft uncut cock. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help but watch. It was thick, and his balls were heavy and dropped low. The chest hair that led down to his dick bloomed out into a hairy but well-trimmed bush. I could feel myself getting hard at the sight of him, so I turned to avoid his gaze. My dick started to push against the pouch of my jock.
I resumed washing but couldn't get my dick to go down, so I kept pretending to clean myself. It was my own fault because I kept sneaking peeks at him as he spent time soaping up his meat. He did appear to be spending a lot of time getting it clean...
I turned a bit more to get a better look, trying to use cleaning motions to get conceal my intentions. His dick did seem to have grown quite a bit, as I watched he started to slowly pull back his foreskin. This quickly turned into a slow stroking as his other hand was working over his balls.
I looked up to his face to be greeted by him staring at my face. As our eyes met his eyebrows raised and a smirt drew across his face. "About time, mate," he chuckled.
He gestured me towards him, his hand raised from his balls and onto my shoulder. He squeezed my muscles before cupping his hand around the back of my neck. He pulled me towards him and his tongue wrestled into my mouth as we kissed.
Then he pushed me down to my knees, his dick now at full mast. It was around 7 inches and thick, with his balls hanging low and full of promise. I began at the balls, moving them around with my tongue. The water cascading down on us stopped as the shower finished its timer. He pressed the button again, but on the shower one over - I assumed to hide our noises or make it sound like we were showering if someone came in.
He took a step around me, so I was between him and the wall. Without a word, he tapped his stiff dick against my lips, and I obediently parted them, allowing him to slide it into my mouth.
He started groaning in signs of pleasure as I took it as far as I could without gagging, working long slow strokes. He held on to my head with both hands to guide the movement as he took over the thrusting.
I pulled out my dick from the side of my jock's pouch and started jerking myself off too. My 6-inch uncut cock was as hard as it had ever been and it wouldn't take much to make me shoot.
He pushed my head against the wall and started to fuck my face harder, as his groans grew louder. At this, I began to shoot my load. I started to gag but he didn't slow down, if anything it seemed to egg him on.
A few more hard thrusts until he pushed in further than he had before and held it there. I could feel his dick pulsing as his cum flooded the back of my throat.
He pulled out his dick, and I took a moment to catch my breath. The taste of him stayed in my mouth. His tip continued to ooze jizz, a steady stream of hot and sticky juice. He reached down with his thumb, took the excess and offered it to my mouth. It was the first taste I got, as the first shots blew further in than my tongue. I savoured the taste of the salty sweetness.
"God, I needed that," he said as he went back to the shower and cleaned off his dick. I stood up and rinsed off under the water too, "Me too!"
We finished up in the shower and got changed together exchanging small talk. He noted at me putting on another jock, "Ha, you've got a lot of those then, I'm surprised you noticed this one missing," as he pulled out the jock he nabbed from his bag.
As he handed it over, I noticed the dried cum stains over the pouch. "Haha, sorry I hadn't planned on giving it back." I drew the pouch to my nose and took a sniff. "Filthy bugger," he laughed, "how about next time we turn this one yellow like your other one?"
I agreed, and that's a story for another time.
For background, I wasn't a sporty kid. It was a long time before I found any exercise fun. I grew up in the UK, so jocks weren't common, but between the influence of my dad had by wearing one, time spent at his sports clubs, a jocked gym teacher, and their prevalence in shows like Jackass - I got pretty obsessed.
I started buying them in stores, online or when on vacation from about 16 - so I had built up quite a collection.
My first foray into exercise happened when I was about 20, at university and living in a shared house with 3 other guys. We had spent too much time playing videos and drinking, so I wasn't in the best shape. Physically I was still twinkish but weak and starting to put a bit of chub on without any definition. So I decided to start swimming.
I would get up early to the leisure centre (pool and gym combo) for opening, usually, I was one of the first people in. For the first few weeks, I wore swim shorts, like board shorts but above the knee. But the mesh lining was uncomfortable, so I added a McDavid swimmer jock underneath.
The pool changing room was cubicles and mixed, but after a couple of visits, I began to use the "Men's group changing". It was an open room with benches and hooks running along the outer sides, with an opening at the back wall to open showers. It was much easier to change in there, and for the first two weeks I didn't see anyone else using it, so I got pretty comfortable changing and showering in the open.
During this time I got into the routine of showering with my swim shorts and jock on, to get rid of some of the chlorine before stripping down to just the jock and finally naked. I'd hang them up to drip dry in the shower section while I finished up the shower, dried and got ready. Before I left I would grab them, wrap them in my towel and be off.
Another guy must have been using the room too because I started to see clothes hanging up when I had finished the swim. After seeing them a few times, I decided to take longer getting changed after the swim in hopes of getting a glimpse of the owner.
I started to shower and hung up my stuff as usual but I took extra time under the water. Ten minutes passed when I decided I'd been in there long enough, so I dried off a little, wrapped my towel around me and sat on the bench.
I was browsing my phone for a while before I finally heard the door go. In walks a guy in his early 50s, with a well looked after swimmers physique. He had a full head of dark hair and a trimmed black beard, both peppered with strands of silver.
His torso was covered in dark hair also with tufts of grey hair covered his chest, leading down to a pair of soaking wet, bright red speedos. And there, prominently displayed for all to see, was a conspicuous bulge that left nothing to the imagination - a hefty package that hung heavily to the left, its outline visible in every detail.
Trying not to make it too obvious I was checking him out, we grumbled an "alright" back and forth as he passed. He stopped briefly to grab a towel and shower gel from his pile of stuff but continued quickly to the shower, picking one out of view of the changing rooms.
Pretty chuffed with the sight, I decided to finish getting ready. I got dry before putting on clean socks, jock, jeans and a t-shirt. Just as I was about to leave the guy comes out of the shower wrapped in a towel, and called out, "Hey, don't forget your swimmers."
"Oh, cheers dude - that'd have been annoying," I replied as I stepped towards him and grabbed my things.
"No bother," he replied and sat down on the bench and started drying off. I threw my stuff in my bag and went on about my day.
Upon my return home, a curious discovery awaited me. As I began to unpack my bag, I realized that I had somehow acquired a pair of striking red Speedos. And yet, I had lost my trusty swim jock.
My curiosity was piqued, and I couldn't resist trying on the newly acquired Speedos. As I pulled them up over my hips, I couldn't help but admire how snugly they fit against my skin. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and before I knew it, I was rock hard.
I wanted my jock back so despite my urges I thought it was best not to jerk off in them, so after a bit of fiddling, I took them off. I assumed I'd see him again soon so I left them in my bag.
The next day I had a look around for my jock, but no to no avail. I even asked the staff if they'd found anything in there, being a bit vague, but it was a no. Fortunately, I had others to cover me. No sign of Speedo guy either.
It was a week or so before I saw him again, I was running a tad late and noticed him in the fast lane while I was doing laps. It seemed he didn't miss his Speedos too much, now donning a dark blue pair. I did a few extra slow laps in an attempt to get our showers to align again.
I headed to the shower and picked the middle nozzle, which placed me in view of the changing area. Still wearing my shorts I soaped myself up, removed them, and rinsed them out. I hung up the swim shorts and waited for him in just my wet yellow ActiveMan swim jock and soap suds. Soon after I heard the door go.
I had my back to the changing room, so I couldn't see his face when he saw me showering in just a skimpy jock. He appeared next to the left of me not long after entering with his shower gel - still in his blue Speedos.
"All right?" he said in the usual non-rhetorical way.
"Oh, hi!" I pretended not to notice his entrance as I turned to get a better look at him. "I think you gave me your trunks the other day when you handed me my stuff," I continued.
"I did, didn't I..." he retorted.
"I've got them in my bag - I can give you them after. Did you pick up my jockstrap by any chance?"
"Yeah, it's in my bag." He didn't seem especially talkative today.
He removed his swim trunks and soft uncut cock. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help but watch. It was thick, and his balls were heavy and dropped low. The chest hair that led down to his dick bloomed out into a hairy but well-trimmed bush. I could feel myself getting hard at the sight of him, so I turned to avoid his gaze. My dick started to push against the pouch of my jock.
I resumed washing but couldn't get my dick to go down, so I kept pretending to clean myself. It was my own fault because I kept sneaking peeks at him as he spent time soaping up his meat. He did appear to be spending a lot of time getting it clean...
I turned a bit more to get a better look, trying to use cleaning motions to get conceal my intentions. His dick did seem to have grown quite a bit, as I watched he started to slowly pull back his foreskin. This quickly turned into a slow stroking as his other hand was working over his balls.
I looked up to his face to be greeted by him staring at my face. As our eyes met his eyebrows raised and a smirt drew across his face. "About time, mate," he chuckled.
He gestured me towards him, his hand raised from his balls and onto my shoulder. He squeezed my muscles before cupping his hand around the back of my neck. He pulled me towards him and his tongue wrestled into my mouth as we kissed.
Then he pushed me down to my knees, his dick now at full mast. It was around 7 inches and thick, with his balls hanging low and full of promise. I began at the balls, moving them around with my tongue. The water cascading down on us stopped as the shower finished its timer. He pressed the button again, but on the shower one over - I assumed to hide our noises or make it sound like we were showering if someone came in.
He took a step around me, so I was between him and the wall. Without a word, he tapped his stiff dick against my lips, and I obediently parted them, allowing him to slide it into my mouth.
He started groaning in signs of pleasure as I took it as far as I could without gagging, working long slow strokes. He held on to my head with both hands to guide the movement as he took over the thrusting.
I pulled out my dick from the side of my jock's pouch and started jerking myself off too. My 6-inch uncut cock was as hard as it had ever been and it wouldn't take much to make me shoot.
He pushed my head against the wall and started to fuck my face harder, as his groans grew louder. At this, I began to shoot my load. I started to gag but he didn't slow down, if anything it seemed to egg him on.
A few more hard thrusts until he pushed in further than he had before and held it there. I could feel his dick pulsing as his cum flooded the back of my throat.
He pulled out his dick, and I took a moment to catch my breath. The taste of him stayed in my mouth. His tip continued to ooze jizz, a steady stream of hot and sticky juice. He reached down with his thumb, took the excess and offered it to my mouth. It was the first taste I got, as the first shots blew further in than my tongue. I savoured the taste of the salty sweetness.
"God, I needed that," he said as he went back to the shower and cleaned off his dick. I stood up and rinsed off under the water too, "Me too!"
We finished up in the shower and got changed together exchanging small talk. He noted at me putting on another jock, "Ha, you've got a lot of those then, I'm surprised you noticed this one missing," as he pulled out the jock he nabbed from his bag.
As he handed it over, I noticed the dried cum stains over the pouch. "Haha, sorry I hadn't planned on giving it back." I drew the pouch to my nose and took a sniff. "Filthy bugger," he laughed, "how about next time we turn this one yellow like your other one?"
I agreed, and that's a story for another time.
