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Zathrus

Jockstrap Sagger
Love a eye catching waistband personally. Particularly since I do enjoy sagging. How do y'all feel bout your waistbands style? You prefer to conceal or expose your waistband?
 

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engjock

Jockstrap Fan
That very much depends on situations, Zathrus.
If I’m working, then it’s very much cover-up. However, if I’m not and I’m feeling horny, I might ‘accidentally‘ let my waistband show by either pulling it above my trouser waistband, or letting my trousers drop a bit.
If I’m cruising, particularly if I’m wearing a T shirt and cargo shorts, then it’s quite definitely on view, along with the fact that my skin can be seen beneath the waistband. I might also bend over and pretend to tie my shoe lace in order to make it obvious what I’m wearing, as well as what I’m interested in! If I’m not interested in who’s eyeballing me, I’ll pull my trousers up, though.
IMO the waistband doesn’t have to be eye-catching, although I’ve got some like yours - Andrew Christian mainly - it just has to be obvious.
On a couple of occasions, if I’ve been out on my bike and I’m wearing my Lycra cycling kit, I’ll pretend that I’ve got a tight hamstring and do an upright hamstring stretch in order to show the waistband and straps through my Lycra shorts. That gave a very positive experience on one occasion…😋
 

billTO

Jockstrap Fan
That very much depends on situations, Zathrus.
If I’m working, then it’s very much cover-up. However, if I’m not and I’m feeling horny, I might ‘accidentally‘ let my waistband show by either pulling it above my trouser waistband, or letting my trousers drop a bit.
If I’m cruising, particularly if I’m wearing a T shirt and cargo shorts, then it’s quite definitely on view, along with the fact that my skin can be seen beneath the waistband. I might also bend over and pretend to tie my shoe lace in order to make it obvious what I’m wearing, as well as what I’m interested in! If I’m not interested in who’s eyeballing me, I’ll pull my trousers up, though.
IMO the waistband doesn’t have to be eye-catching, although I’ve got some like yours - Andrew Christian mainly - it just has to be obvious.
On a couple of occasions, if I’ve been out on my bike and I’m wearing my Lycra cycling kit, I’ll pretend that I’ve got a tight hamstring and do an upright hamstring stretch in order to show the waistband and straps through my Lycra shorts. That gave a very positive experience on one occasion…😋
Please tell what happened then!
 

Redsucked02

More in my albums!
Oh hell yes! I purposely wear short shorts so that the jockstrap band is very visible and the leg straps are definitely noticeable! Love mowing the front lawn and enjoy the stares I get as cars drive by...even had a couple guys circle the block...I'm proud to wear my jockstraps and want them to be seen & enjoyed! Another place I enjoy is the hardware stores...woof!
 

engjock

Jockstrap Fan
Please tell what happened then!
Happy to oblige, billTO.

It was Spring and I decided to take advantage of the good weather and get my road bike out and go for a ride round my bit of N Yorkshire. Towards late afternoon, on the way back I stopped at a lay-by mainly to have a leak, but also to stretch a nagging hamstring muscle. Going behind the closed cafe I was surprised to find a late-30s guy there. I didn't think anybody was around because there were no cars (he had parked it further down the lay-by) and he was very startled because he hadn't heard me at all. As we gave each other a half smile I turned away from him as he started to walk away and I pulled my Lycra cycling shorts down to relieve myself. However, out of the corner of my eye I saw him stop, turn round and watch me and so I started to give my cock a gentle massage. I could see that his while hsi thumb was in his jeans’ pocket the palm was massaging the front near his zip. Encouraged, I turned towards him and began to wank and he openly started to rub at a growing bulge. All of a sudden a car pulled up and he shot off like a startled rabbit. Stuffing my cock back I pulled up my shorts and went back to my bike to stretch my hamstring.
As I bent down over my outstretched leg I noticed that the guy was watching me from not too far away and so I half swivelled so that he could really get a good view of my Lycra clad arse and the outline of my jockstrap straps underneath. It did the trick because he walked up to me and asked if I was OK.
I replied that I had a couple of stiff muscles that needed exercising and stood up so that he could see the outline of my hard cock under my cycling shorts. His eyes locked onto it and he again started to rub the horizontal bulge under his jeans. I reached out to rub it as well, but he pulled back and said that he was terrified of getting caught.
I did a quick two plus two calculation and asked if he was married, but he shook his head; however, he did say that he was new to cruising. I smiled and said that everybody has to start somewhere and most guys were nervous when they started. We started to talk and he told me that he had split up from his girlfriend because he thought he was gay, had never had any gay sex of any sort, but enjoyed watching gay porn on the Internet.
He seemed to want to carry on talking, but it was starting to get late and I obviously wasn't going to manage anything out in the open with him and, wanting to get home before dark, but equally wanting to have some fun I did something I rarely do on a first meeting: I asked him if he wanted to come back to my house.
After a short discussion he agreed and said that I could put my bike in the back of his car and we set off. On the way back, while we were talking, I kept looking him up and down. Tallish, slimish, goodish looking with dark hair. In short my sort of guy. He was obviously concentrating on driving, but he said that seeing me in Lycra turned him on. Just so that he could see that he was turning me on, I leant back in my seat and stroked my cock, through my shorts, into hardness. That caught his attention, although he couldn’t look for too long for obvious reasons. However, there’s nothing like a bit of teasing…!
At my house I let him in while I put my bike away and when I went into the living room he was looking at the centre page photo shoot of a back copy of DNA, the Aussie gay lifestyle magazine. He looked up a little guilty, but I said that I had kept that copy because it had a jockstrap photo shoot which I liked and that seemed to put him at his ease a bit.
I said that I would have a shower, but he said he wasn't bothered if I was sweaty and so I stood in front of him. My crotch was at face level and my cock had started to grow again. All of a sudden he put his hand out and rubbed my bulge saying again how much the Lycra turned him on. I stepped a bit closer, but instead of him using his hand, he pressed his mouth against my cock, tracing the outline with his tongue and then cupping his lips either side of it. One hand of mine went to my nipples and played with them to enhance the feelings I was getting from his mouth, while the other gently pressed his head against my cock. I glanced down and saw one hand rubbing his bulge, but because of the way he was sitting he couldn't free his cock. Kneeling down in front of him I told him to sit back and then unbuckled his jeans, pulled his fly down and eased them down his legs. A lovely 6" cut cock sprang out from his boxers. Leaning over him I kissed him on the mouth and played with his nipples while my other hand gently circled his rod. He started to breath deeply and his tongue pushed into my mouth. Coming up for breath I looked down at his rigid cock and noticed it was leaking a load of pre-cum and twitching frantically. I realised that he was about to cum and so decided to help him experience his first gay orgasm by giving him a blow-job. However, no sooner had my lips circled his purple tip than he pushed my head away, started to gasp and cum shot everywhere; spurt after spurt went over my face, my cycling top, up his shirt and even onto the couch. It was a long while since I'd seen such an impressive display!
Once he had subsided he apologised at having cum so quickly, but I said that it didn't matter and that it happened to everybody.
I went to get some tissues thinking he'd probably pull up his trousers and go, but once I'd got back he was still sitting there gently rubbing his still hard cock.
"I had wanted this to last." he said. "Can we try again?"
"Well I've still got one stiff muscle that needs easing and I think you've got one too, so why not?" I replied. I bent down and kissed him again, but this time he pulled me down so that I was half-crouching over him. His hands went to my bulge again, and then, stopping the kiss, he slid down so that once again his lips could fit either side of my rigid cock. My one thought was, that although he might be new to gay sex, he certainly knew what to do; watching gay porn had obviously taught him a fair bit!
By now, though I was wanting more than this and so, after a while I knelt up and started to unbutton his shirt. He started to try to pull my top off, but in the end I stood up and pulled it off while he took off his shirt. He then started to peel my shorts down and I helped him by kicking them down my legs and off. Once more his mouth went back to my cock, but as his hands went round to feel my arse he suddenly realised I was wearing a – Bike brand, appropriately – jock-strap. He stopped what he was doing and asked me to turn around which I did.
“Nice, very nice.” was his comment.
When I went back to him I gently pushed him down so he was lying on the couch and then knelt over him. Once again, my mouth circled his cock, but this time I gently swallowed it without anything happening. He groaned in ecstasy as his rod slid into my mouth and he said this was the first blow-job he’d had from a man. Judging by his moans he was obviously enjoying this experience. Pulling the white cotton aside he freed my cock from its confines and tentatively licked the tip. I gradually encouraged him to swallow the whole lot and I noticed that he tended to copy what I was doing to his cock. Once again, he seemed to have a natural aptitude for it.
I then pulled his hips up slightly, so that I could tease his arse with my tongue. The effect on him was electric; he thrust his arse forward onto my tongue and let out a deep groan. I think he liked it! In response he tried to put a finger in my arse, but he hadn’t lubricated it and I was too dry. I stopped what I was doing and went and got a bottle of lube as well as a condom which I took out of its wrapper. He looked at it and asked if I wanted to be fucked. I replied, “Only if you want to fuck me.” He nodded.
Getting back into our 69 position we carried on sucking each other’s cocks as well as rimming/finger-fucking each other’s arses. Once again, he was very good at knowing what turned me on.
Finally I heard his breathing change and realised that if we carried on he would cum again and so I got off him, got the condom and rolled it onto his rigid cock and lubed myself in preparation. Squatting over him I slowly lowered myself onto his 6” of solid meat. Once he was fully inside me I stopped moving so he could get used to this new sensation and bent forward to kiss him. His eyes were shut, lost in his own world and as he kissed me he placed his hands on my hips. I raised myself up and the back down, but let him guide my pace. We slowly increased the rhythm and, on my downward thrust he raised his hips to join me. At one stage I leant forward and asked him if he was enjoying it. Keeping his eyes closed a smile appeared and he nodded. By this time our thrusts were making a soft slapping and squelching noise and his groans were getting louder and his body becoming more and more tense. I had hoped that I might be able to cum before he did, but all of a sudden his back arched and with a series of short, sharp stabs he let out a pent up gasp of air and then fell back limply onto the couch.
After a short while he opened his eyes and looked up at me. “Enjoy it?” I asked. He nodded in reply, but then he noticed my still rigid cock, sticking out from the side of the jockstrap and my balls drawn up tightly underneath it.
“What about you?” he asked reaching out to me.
I smiled and started to wank myself. However, he stopped me and pulling me by my cock made me sit on his chest while he gave me a blow-job. It didn’t take long before I could feel my orgasm building up and I tried to pull out of his mouth in case he didn’t want to swallow my cum. However, he pushed my arse back towards his face and swallowed me again. With that I lost control and could feel myself jerking all my fluid into his mouth. Once I had finished and pulled out I half expected him to spit it out and handed him a tissue. He just opened his mouth to show he had swallowed it all; not bad for a gay-virgin who a couple of hours earlier had been almost too nervous to do anything.
 
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Redsucked02

More in my albums!
Happy to oblige, billTO.

It was Spring and I decided to take advantage of the good weather and get my road bike out and go for a ride round my bit of N Yorkshire. Towards late afternoon, on the way back I stopped at a lay-by mainly to have a leak, but also to stretch a nagging hamstring muscle. Going behind the closed cafe I was surprised to find a late-30s guy there. I didn't think anybody was around because there were no cars (he had parked it further down the lay-by) and he was very startled because he hadn't heard me at all. As we gave each other a half smile I turned away from him as he started to walk away and pulled my Lycra cycling shorts down to relieve myself. However, out of the corner of my eye I saw him stop, turn round and watch me and so I started to give my cock a gentle massage. I could see that his while hsi thumb was in his jeans’ pocket the palm was massaging the front near his zip. Encouraged, I turned towards him and began to wank and he openly started to rub at a growing bulge. All of a sudden a car pulled up and he shot off like a startled rabbit. Stuffing my cock back I pulled up my shorts and went back to my bike to stretch my hamstring.
As I bent down over my outstretched leg I noticed that the guy was watching me from not too far away and so I half swivelled so that he could really get a good view of my Lycra clad arse and the outline of my jockstrap straps underneath. It did the trick because he walked up to me and asked if I was OK.
I replied that I had a couple of stiff muscles that needed exercising and stood up so that he could see the outline of my hard cock under my cycling shorts. His eyes locked onto it and he again started to rub the horizontal bulge under his jeans. I reached out to rub it as well, but he pulled back and said that he was terrified of getting caught.
I did a quick two plus two calculation and asked if he was married, but he shook his head; however, he did say that he was new to cruising. I smiled and said that everybody has to start somewhere and most guys were nervous when they started. We started to talk and he told me that he had split up from his girlfriend because he thought he was gay, had never had any gay sex of any sort, but enjoyed watching gay porn on the Internet.
He seemed to want to carry on talking, but it was starting to get late and I obviously wasn't going to manage anything out in the open with him and, wanting to get home before dark, but equally wanting to have some fun I did something I rarely do on a first meeting: I asked him if he wanted to come back to my house.
After a short discussion he agreed and said that I could put my bike in the back of his car and we set off. On the way back, while we were talking, I kept looking him up and down. Tallish, slimish, goodish looking with dark hair. In short my sort of guy. He was obviously concentrating on driving, but he said that seeing me in Lycra turned him on. Just so that he could see that he was turning me on, I leant back in my seat and stroked my cock, through my shorts, into hardness. That caught his attention, although he couldn’t look for too long for obvious reasons. However, there’s nothing like a bit of teasing…!
At my house I let him in while I put my bike away and when I went into the living room he was looking at the centre page photo shoot of a back copy of DNA, the Aussie gay lifestyle magazine. He looked up a little guilty, but I said that I had kept that copy because it had a jockstrap photo shoot which I liked and that seemed to put him at his ease a bit.
I said that I would have a shower, but he said he wasn't bothered if I was sweaty and so I stood in front of him. My crotch was at face level and my cock had started to grow again. All of a sudden he put his hand out and rubbed my bulge saying again how much the Lycra turned him on. I stepped a bit closer, but instead of him using his hand, he pressed his mouth against my cock, tracing the outline with his tongue and then cupping his lips either side of it. One hand of mine went to my nipples and played with them to enhance the feelings I was getting from his mouth, while the other gently pressed his head against my cock. I glanced down and saw one hand rubbing his bulge, but because of the way he was sitting he couldn't free his cock. Kneeling down in front of him I told him to sit back and then unbuckled his jeans, pulled his fly down and eased them down his legs. A lovely 6" cut cock sprang out from his boxers. Leaning over him I kissed him on the mouth and played with his nipples while my other hand gently circled his rod. He started to breath deeply and his tongue pushed into my mouth. Coming up for breath I looked down at his rigid cock and noticed it was leaking a load of pre-cum and twitching frantically. I realised that he was about to cum and so decided to help him experience his first gay orgasm by giving him a blow-job. However, no sooner had my lips circled his purple tip than he pushed my head away, started to gasp and cum shot everywhere; spurt after spurt went over my face, my cycling top, up his shirt and even onto the couch. It was a long while since I'd seen such an impressive display!
Once he had subsided he apologised at having cum so quickly, but I said that it didn't matter and that it happened to everybody.
I went to get some tissues thinking he'd probably pull up his trousers and go, but once I'd got back he was still sitting there gently rubbing his still hard cock.
"I had wanted this to last." he said. "Can we try again?"
"Well I've still got one stiff muscle that needs easing and I think you've got one too, so why not?" I replied. I bent down and kissed him again, but this time he pulled me down so that I was half-crouching over him. His hands went to my bulge again, and then, stopping the kiss, he slid down so that once again his lips could fit either side of my rigid cock. My one thought was, that although he might be new to gay sex, he certainly knew what to do; watching gay porn had obviously taught him a fair bit!
By now, though I was wanting more than this and so, after a while I knelt up and started to unbutton his shirt. He started to try to pull my top off, but in the end I stood up and pulled it off while he took off his shirt. He then started to peel my shorts down and I helped him by kicking them down my legs and off. Once more his mouth went back to my cock, but as his hands went round to feel my arse he suddenly realised I was wearing a – Bike brand, appropriately – jock-strap. He stopped what he was doing and asked me to turn around which I did.
“Nice, very nice.” was his comment.
When I went back to him I gently pushed him down so he was lying on the couch and then knelt over him. Once again, my mouth circled his cock, but this time I gently swallowed it without anything happening. He groaned in ecstasy as his rod slid into my mouth and he said this was the first blow-job he’d had from a man. Judging by his moans he was obviously enjoying this experience. Pulling the white cotton aside he freed my cock from its confines and tentatively licked the tip. I gradually encouraged him to swallow the whole lot and I noticed that he tended to copy what I was doing to his cock. Once again, he seemed to have a natural aptitude for it.
I then pulled his hips up slightly, so that I could tease his arse with my tongue. The effect on him was electric; he thrust his arse forward onto my tongue and let out a deep groan. I think he liked it! In response he tried to put a finger in my arse, but he hadn’t lubricated it and I was too dry. I stopped what I was doing and went and got a bottle of lube as well as a condom which I took out of its wrapper. He looked at it and asked if I wanted to be fucked. I replied, “Only if you want to fuck me.” He nodded.
Getting back into our 69 position we carried on sucking each other’s cocks as well as rimming/finger-fucking each other’s arses. Once again, he was very good at knowing what turned me on.
Finally I heard his breathing change and realised that if we carried on he would cum again and so I got off him, got the condom and rolled it onto his rigid cock and lubed myself in preparation. Squatting over him I slowly lowered myself onto his 6” of solid meat. Once he was fully inside me I stopped moving so he could get used to this new sensation and bent forward to kiss him. His eyes were shut, lost in his own world and as he kissed me he placed his hands on my hips. I raised myself up and the back down, but let him guide my pace. We slowly increased the rhythm and, on my downward thrust he raised his hips to join me. At one stage I leant forward and asked him if he was enjoying it. Keeping his eyes closed a smile appeared and he nodded. By this time our thrusts were making a soft slapping and squelching noise and his groans were getting louder and his body becoming more and more tense. I had hoped that I might be able to cum before he did, but all of a sudden his back arched and with a series of short, sharp stabs he let out a pent up gasp of air and then fell back limply onto the couch.
After a short while he opened his eyes and looked up at me. “Enjoy it?” I asked. He nodded in reply, but then he noticed my still rigid cock, sticking out from the side of the jockstrap and my balls drawn up tightly underneath it.
“What about you?” he asked reaching out to me.
I smiled and started to wank myself. However, he stopped me and pulling me by my cock made me sit on his chest while he gave me a blow-job. It didn’t take long before I could feel my orgasm building up and I tried to pull out of his mouth in case he didn’t want to swallow my cum. However, he pushed my arse back towards his face and swallowed me again. With that I lost control and could feel myself jerking all my fluid into his mouth. Once I had finished and pulled out I half expected him to spit it out and handed him a tissue. He just opened his mouth to show he had swallowed it all; not bad for a gay-virgin who a couple of hours earlier had been almost too nervous to do anything.
Epic! Thanks for sharing!
 

Jocked Runner

Jockstrap Fan
Happy to oblige, billTO.

It was Spring and I decided to take advantage of the good weather and get my road bike out and go for a ride round my bit of N Yorkshire. Towards late afternoon, on the way back I stopped at a lay-by mainly to have a leak, but also to stretch a nagging hamstring muscle. Going behind the closed cafe I was surprised to find a late-30s guy there. I didn't think anybody was around because there were no cars (he had parked it further down the lay-by) and he was very startled because he hadn't heard me at all. As we gave each other a half smile I turned away from him as he started to walk away and pulled my Lycra cycling shorts down to relieve myself. However, out of the corner of my eye I saw him stop, turn round and watch me and so I started to give my cock a gentle massage. I could see that his while hsi thumb was in his jeans’ pocket the palm was massaging the front near his zip. Encouraged, I turned towards him and began to wank and he openly started to rub at a growing bulge. All of a sudden a car pulled up and he shot off like a startled rabbit. Stuffing my cock back I pulled up my shorts and went back to my bike to stretch my hamstring.
As I bent down over my outstretched leg I noticed that the guy was watching me from not too far away and so I half swivelled so that he could really get a good view of my Lycra clad arse and the outline of my jockstrap straps underneath. It did the trick because he walked up to me and asked if I was OK.
I replied that I had a couple of stiff muscles that needed exercising and stood up so that he could see the outline of my hard cock under my cycling shorts. His eyes locked onto it and he again started to rub the horizontal bulge under his jeans. I reached out to rub it as well, but he pulled back and said that he was terrified of getting caught.
I did a quick two plus two calculation and asked if he was married, but he shook his head; however, he did say that he was new to cruising. I smiled and said that everybody has to start somewhere and most guys were nervous when they started. We started to talk and he told me that he had split up from his girlfriend because he thought he was gay, had never had any gay sex of any sort, but enjoyed watching gay porn on the Internet.
He seemed to want to carry on talking, but it was starting to get late and I obviously wasn't going to manage anything out in the open with him and, wanting to get home before dark, but equally wanting to have some fun I did something I rarely do on a first meeting: I asked him if he wanted to come back to my house.
After a short discussion he agreed and said that I could put my bike in the back of his car and we set off. On the way back, while we were talking, I kept looking him up and down. Tallish, slimish, goodish looking with dark hair. In short my sort of guy. He was obviously concentrating on driving, but he said that seeing me in Lycra turned him on. Just so that he could see that he was turning me on, I leant back in my seat and stroked my cock, through my shorts, into hardness. That caught his attention, although he couldn’t look for too long for obvious reasons. However, there’s nothing like a bit of teasing…!
At my house I let him in while I put my bike away and when I went into the living room he was looking at the centre page photo shoot of a back copy of DNA, the Aussie gay lifestyle magazine. He looked up a little guilty, but I said that I had kept that copy because it had a jockstrap photo shoot which I liked and that seemed to put him at his ease a bit.
I said that I would have a shower, but he said he wasn't bothered if I was sweaty and so I stood in front of him. My crotch was at face level and my cock had started to grow again. All of a sudden he put his hand out and rubbed my bulge saying again how much the Lycra turned him on. I stepped a bit closer, but instead of him using his hand, he pressed his mouth against my cock, tracing the outline with his tongue and then cupping his lips either side of it. One hand of mine went to my nipples and played with them to enhance the feelings I was getting from his mouth, while the other gently pressed his head against my cock. I glanced down and saw one hand rubbing his bulge, but because of the way he was sitting he couldn't free his cock. Kneeling down in front of him I told him to sit back and then unbuckled his jeans, pulled his fly down and eased them down his legs. A lovely 6" cut cock sprang out from his boxers. Leaning over him I kissed him on the mouth and played with his nipples while my other hand gently circled his rod. He started to breath deeply and his tongue pushed into my mouth. Coming up for breath I looked down at his rigid cock and noticed it was leaking a load of pre-cum and twitching frantically. I realised that he was about to cum and so decided to help him experience his first gay orgasm by giving him a blow-job. However, no sooner had my lips circled his purple tip than he pushed my head away, started to gasp and cum shot everywhere; spurt after spurt went over my face, my cycling top, up his shirt and even onto the couch. It was a long while since I'd seen such an impressive display!
Once he had subsided he apologised at having cum so quickly, but I said that it didn't matter and that it happened to everybody.
I went to get some tissues thinking he'd probably pull up his trousers and go, but once I'd got back he was still sitting there gently rubbing his still hard cock.
"I had wanted this to last." he said. "Can we try again?"
"Well I've still got one stiff muscle that needs easing and I think you've got one too, so why not?" I replied. I bent down and kissed him again, but this time he pulled me down so that I was half-crouching over him. His hands went to my bulge again, and then, stopping the kiss, he slid down so that once again his lips could fit either side of my rigid cock. My one thought was, that although he might be new to gay sex, he certainly knew what to do; watching gay porn had obviously taught him a fair bit!
By now, though I was wanting more than this and so, after a while I knelt up and started to unbutton his shirt. He started to try to pull my top off, but in the end I stood up and pulled it off while he took off his shirt. He then started to peel my shorts down and I helped him by kicking them down my legs and off. Once more his mouth went back to my cock, but as his hands went round to feel my arse he suddenly realised I was wearing a – Bike brand, appropriately – jock-strap. He stopped what he was doing and asked me to turn around which I did.
“Nice, very nice.” was his comment.
When I went back to him I gently pushed him down so he was lying on the couch and then knelt over him. Once again, my mouth circled his cock, but this time I gently swallowed it without anything happening. He groaned in ecstasy as his rod slid into my mouth and he said this was the first blow-job he’d had from a man. Judging by his moans he was obviously enjoying this experience. Pulling the white cotton aside he freed my cock from its confines and tentatively licked the tip. I gradually encouraged him to swallow the whole lot and I noticed that he tended to copy what I was doing to his cock. Once again, he seemed to have a natural aptitude for it.
I then pulled his hips up slightly, so that I could tease his arse with my tongue. The effect on him was electric; he thrust his arse forward onto my tongue and let out a deep groan. I think he liked it! In response he tried to put a finger in my arse, but he hadn’t lubricated it and I was too dry. I stopped what I was doing and went and got a bottle of lube as well as a condom which I took out of its wrapper. He looked at it and asked if I wanted to be fucked. I replied, “Only if you want to fuck me.” He nodded.
Getting back into our 69 position we carried on sucking each other’s cocks as well as rimming/finger-fucking each other’s arses. Once again, he was very good at knowing what turned me on.
Finally I heard his breathing change and realised that if we carried on he would cum again and so I got off him, got the condom and rolled it onto his rigid cock and lubed myself in preparation. Squatting over him I slowly lowered myself onto his 6” of solid meat. Once he was fully inside me I stopped moving so he could get used to this new sensation and bent forward to kiss him. His eyes were shut, lost in his own world and as he kissed me he placed his hands on my hips. I raised myself up and the back down, but let him guide my pace. We slowly increased the rhythm and, on my downward thrust he raised his hips to join me. At one stage I leant forward and asked him if he was enjoying it. Keeping his eyes closed a smile appeared and he nodded. By this time our thrusts were making a soft slapping and squelching noise and his groans were getting louder and his body becoming more and more tense. I had hoped that I might be able to cum before he did, but all of a sudden his back arched and with a series of short, sharp stabs he let out a pent up gasp of air and then fell back limply onto the couch.
After a short while he opened his eyes and looked up at me. “Enjoy it?” I asked. He nodded in reply, but then he noticed my still rigid cock, sticking out from the side of the jockstrap and my balls drawn up tightly underneath it.
“What about you?” he asked reaching out to me.
I smiled and started to wank myself. However, he stopped me and pulling me by my cock made me sit on his chest while he gave me a blow-job. It didn’t take long before I could feel my orgasm building up and I tried to pull out of his mouth in case he didn’t want to swallow my cum. However, he pushed my arse back towards his face and swallowed me again. With that I lost control and could feel myself jerking all my fluid into his mouth. Once I had finished and pulled out I half expected him to spit it out and handed him a tissue. He just opened his mouth to show he had swallowed it all; not bad for a gay-virgin who a couple of hours earlier had been almost too nervous to do anything.
Fantastic story! Sometimes things are just meant to happen. Did you ever meet again?
 

engjock

Jockstrap Fan
Fantastic story! Sometimes things are just meant to happen. Did you ever meet again?
Unfortunately no, we didn’t, JR.
I would have liked to, but he didn’t live anywhere near me. As you say, sometimes things are meant to happen, but only once. I’ve often thought that I hope that he found a new freedom.
It was the same with my first time. I was in the Navy, we met in Gibraltar where he was managing a bar, we spent 3 nights together, promised that we’d meet when my ship returned, but when it did he’d gone back to England.
Hey ho; life sucks at times, but not in a satisfying way…😛😳☹️
 

Jocked Runner

Jockstrap Fan
Unfortunately no, we didn’t, JR.
I would have liked to, but he didn’t live anywhere near me. As you say, sometimes things are meant to happen, but only once. I’ve often thought that I hope that he found a new freedom.
It was the same with my first time. I was in the Navy, we met in Gibraltar where he was managing a bar, we spent 3 nights together, promised that we’d meet when my ship returned, but when it did he’d gone back to England.
Hey ho; life sucks at times, but not in a satisfying way…😛😳☹️
But you were kind to someone and that is the most important thing. I hope you have found love, affection or whatever else we might call it, elsewhere.
 
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