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COcub

Colorado Camp
Bubba woke up with a yawn and a stretch at about 2 pm on a Saturday. He had just returned from a two week long camping trip on the other side of the globe so his sleep schedule was a bit out of wack. A long, deep sleep was the first thing on the list since his return, although, It was clear he hadn’t cum for two weeks as his cock was full mass and leaking without any stimulation.

Bubba was a stocky, Texas bred football player with thick black hair covering his entire husky 5’10”, 240 pound build, was the kind of guy to atleast attempt to work out his testosterone before a solo jerk by weight lifting but sometimes a guy does what a guy does. He was in his 30s now so he had developed a beer belly, some extra bulk and looked like the human form of a bear. He laid there, thinking about Bill, one of the other men that joined him in Europe on their camping trip. He started tugging on his hairy balls imagining Bill was there at his side, stroking. The sexual tension between the two was intense during their trip, but nothing happened. As they hiked around, Bubba had noticed Bill was wearing an old Bike jockstrap the entire trip, something he was able to stuff into his bag before parting ways from at camp just before heading to the airport. He hadn’t had the opportunity to get it out as he had hit the sac as soon as he returned home. As he reached over to grab his travel bag and search for what was likely the most ripe of old school jockstraps he had ever gotten his hands on, he was quickly interrupted.

Knock knock knock “hey Bubba, I know your in there, you missed rent last week you lazy fuck!”

Completely caught off guard, Bubba quickly switched from searching for that musky jock to his tighty whities next to his bed and threw them on. “ah, Mark, I’m coming, one second”. He looked for his pants frantically but couldn’t find them, after a couple seconds he said fuck it and headed to the door.

He opened the door to find Mark, the property manager of the 5 bedroom apartment building in phoenix Bubba found on Craig’s list awhile back. Mark was a beef cake standing at 6’Thick, gingered hair, a scruffy beard with a beer belly as well. He was wearing a old tank top with a forest of hair red hair flowing out from all angles and some old beat up gray gym shorts and shoes with white ankle socks.

“Hey Mark, really sorry about rent, completely forgot about paying before I left for my trip”

“Oh, looks like you are enjoying being back Bub.” Mark pointed to his bulge with a wet spot on the pouch.

“you caught me off guard, I was in the middle of something” he said, blushing a bit.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, been a busy week here anyways and I have not even deposited everyone else’s checks yet. I’m going to lift some weights in the rec room for the next couple hours, can you come by and drop off rent before 4:30 ish?”

Bubba knew the rec room well, in fact, he had been the go-to spotter for Mark when he was using the squat rack there. They lifted together atleast twice a week before Bubba had left for his trip. It was a musky, old room built in the basement of the apartment building. It was full of old weights from the 70’s and smelled like decades of sweat and built up testosterone caking the walls. Old, partially rusty lockers with each apartment # assigned lined the small, cramped room where there was also a old steam room off to the side behind a couple doors. Mark was pretty selective of who he rented out the apartments to. All men, all into working out. Non seemed to be cut, chizzled bodies. Most of them had muscles with a typical dad bod look… they enjoyed a delicious slab of meat after they lifted and of course a few beers now and again in the common area.

“Ok, sounds good Mark, I’ll head to the bank before they close today”

“Great!” Mark said as he turned around and began some forward lunges toward the weights in the rec room.

Bubba stood in the doorway, watching Mark. With each lunge, he saw that waistband of Marks Jockstrap. He had always been intrigued by Marks jock, it looked to be the same one every day. When they would lift together, it always seemed to be front and center. If they were using the bench press, with each push that iconic Bike label would expose itself with a thicket of fur being restrained. When doing squats, Mark would go so low as to expose the entire waist band and the top of his hairy crack. Because of the summer heat, Bubba knew Marks jock was damp and sweaty.

The bank closed at 3:30 so Bubba had to get on the road to arrive on time and not piss off Mark. He let his uncut, thick 7 inches soften up in just briefs. He played with his nuts that were so big the didn’t even fit in normal sized athletic cups. He threw some some shorts on and a wife beater to cover up his hairy back just like like Marks before heading out. Beyond horny, he was sure precum would be ooozing out of his cock into his tighty whities during the trip to the bank.

Although the bank was only a couple miles away, it took Bubba awhile to get there as he only had access to a bike. He threw on a camel pack to stay hydrated on the ride and started riding in the hot, sunny weather. He was was working up a sweat in the 95 degrees that day. His white shirt quickly darkened as the sweat started running down his back and chest. When he finally arrived at the bank, the teller even asked if he needed more water before heading out again. With rent acquired, he started his return home.

On his way back, he couldn’t stop thinking of Marks ass in his jockstrap as he lunged off toward the rec room earlier. It was old, beat up, stained even on the waistband for some reason. Not realizing he was day dreaming he snapped out of it when a driver honked at him “watch out where your fucking going!!” A driver yelled at him. He was almost home, but had biked into the middle of the road on accident.

Bubba pulled in to the apartment complex, now complexity drenched in sweat. He locked his bike up and headed to the rec room to pay rent. Before getting to the entrance, he called out “hey Mark, I’ve got the rent for ya, sorrrr…” he turned the corner into the room to find it empty. Where’s Mark he thought… he looked around and saw some of the benches still ripe with Marks scent and sweat, “must have just missed him” he thought.

He heard a noise in the locker room and went to see if Mark was there. Walking to the room, the smell of man thickend, it was intoxicating to him. Before going in, he stood there just basking in the aroma rubbing his sweaty bulge through his briefs. Conscious of time though, he walked in just at 4:30.

There was a single, dim lightbulb in there. A bench lined in front of the lockers. He didn’t see mark though. Still turned on by the man scent, he went and sat down on the bench, thinking of getting a workout in himself. As he approached the bench, he saw what must have been the most fragrant article of clothing in Bubbas entire life, Marks Bike jockstrap sitting on top of his sweaty gym clothes. “Shit, mark must be in the steam room”. He mumbled. There was also a second pile of gym clothes with another sweaty jockstrap on top there.

The dingy steam room was behind two doors, so he figured he would hear Mark and have some warning before he’d be out. Getting closer to that jock without being caught by Mark was Bubbas goal. In a trance, Bubba moved into full pig mode. He got on all fours, crawling toward the musky, used pouch on the floor. As he inched closer, he recognized the scent… cum. “Is mark cumming in his jockstrap?” He thought. He got closer and put his entire face in Marks pouch and inhaled deeply. The rush he got from that mimicked the poppers he had upstairs in his room. As he kept at it, he realized he was rubbing his face in a musky jockstrap that had a fresh, warm load of cum in it now covering parts of Bubbas scruffy face… his cock was ready to explode… “this jockstrap is sweaty, cummy, and has lots of nutsack hair in it, ripe with a little piss. Clearly this has not been washed in a decade.… is Mark gay? Would he let me borrow this jockstrap? Would he notice if i added a two week load to it? Would he swap jocks with him when they workout next time?”

(chap 2 to come soon - cub here in Colorado, reach out if you have suggestions/or a rec room to use in Colorado like this ;)
 
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Bubba woke up with a yawn and a stretch at about 2 pm on a Saturday. He had just returned from a two week long camping trip on the other side of the globe so his sleep schedule was a bit out of wack. A long, deep sleep was the first thing on the list since his return, although, It was clear he hadn’t cum for two weeks as his cock was full mass and leaking without any stimulation.

Bubba was a stocky, Texas bred football player with thick black hair covering his entire husky 5’10”, 240 pound build, was the kind of guy to atleast attempt to work out his testosterone before a solo jerk by weight lifting but sometimes a guy does what a guy does. He was in his 30s now so he had developed a beer belly, some extra bulk and looked like the human form of a bear. He laid there, thinking about Bill, one of the other men that joined him in Europe on their camping trip. He started tugging on his hairy balls imagining Bill was there at his side, stroking. The sexual tension between the two was intense during their trip, but nothing happened. As they hiked around, Bubba had noticed Bill was wearing an old Bike jockstrap the entire trip, something he was able to stuff into his bag before parting ways from at camp just before heading to the airport. He hadn’t had the opportunity to get it out as he had hit the sac as soon as he returned home. As he reached over to grab his travel bag and search for what was likely the most ripe of old school jockstraps he had ever gotten his hands on, he was quickly interrupted.

Knock knock knock “hey Bubba, I know your in there, you missed rent last week you lazy fuck!”

Completely caught off guard, Bubba quickly switched from searching for that musky jock to his tighty whities next to his bed and threw them on. “ah, Mark, I’m coming, one second”. He looked for his pants frantically but couldn’t find them, after a couple seconds he said fuck it and headed to the door.

He opened the door to find Mark, the property manager of the 5 bedroom apartment building in phoenix Bubba found on Craig’s list awhile back. Mark was a beef cake standing at 6’Thick, gingered hair, a scruffy beard with a beer belly as well. He was wearing a old tank top with a forest of hair red hair flowing out from all angles and some old beat up gray gym shorts and shoes with white ankle socks.

“Hey Mark, really sorry about rent, completely forgot about paying before I left for my trip”

“Oh, looks like you are enjoying being back Bub.” Mark pointed to his bulge with a wet spot on the pouch.

“you caught me off guard, I was in the middle of something” he said, blushing a bit.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, been a busy week here anyways and I have not even deposited everyone else’s checks yet. I’m going to lift some weights in the rec room for the next couple hours, can you come by and drop off rent before 4:30 ish?”

Bubba knew the rec room well, in fact, he had been the go-to spotter for Mark when he was using the squat rack there. They lifted together atleast twice a week before Bubba had left for his trip. It was a musky, old room built in the basement of the apartment building. It was full of old weights from the 70’s and smelled like decades of sweat and built up testosterone caking the walls. Old, partially rusty lockers with each apartment # assigned lined the small, cramped room where there was also a old steam room off to the side behind a couple doors. Mark was pretty selective of who he rented out the apartments to. All men, all into working out. Non seemed to be cut, chizzled bodies. Most of them had muscles with a typical dad bod look… they enjoyed a delicious slab of meat after they lifted and of course a few beers now and again in the common area.

“Ok, sounds good Mark, I’ll head to the bank before they close today”

“Great!” Mark said as he turned around and began some forward lunges toward the weights in the rec room.

Bubba stood in the doorway, watching Mark. With each lunge, he saw that waistband of Marks Jockstrap. He had always been intrigued by Marks jock, it looked to be the same one every day. When they would lift together, it always seemed to be front and center. If they were using the bench press, with each push that iconic Bike label would expose itself with a thicket of fur being restrained. When doing squats, Mark would go so low as to expose the entire waist band and the top of his hairy crack. Because of the summer heat, Bubba knew Marks jock was damp and sweaty.

The bank closed at 3:30 so Bubba had to get on the road to arrive on time and not piss off Mark. He let his uncut, thick 7 inches soften up in just briefs. He played with his nuts that were so big the didn’t even fit in normal sized athletic cups. He threw some some shorts on and a wife beater to cover up his hairy back just like like Marks before heading out. Beyond horny, he was sure precum would be ooozing out of his cock into his tighty whities during the trip to the bank.

Although the bank was only a couple miles away, it took Bubba awhile to get there as he only had access to a bike. He threw on a camel pack to stay hydrated on the ride and started riding in the hot, sunny weather. He was was working up a sweat in the 95 degrees that day. His white shirt quickly darkened as the sweat started running down his back and chest. When he finally arrived at the bank, the teller even asked if he needed more water before heading out again. With rent acquired, he started his return home.

On his way back, he couldn’t stop thinking of Marks ass in his jockstrap as he lunged off toward the rec room earlier. It was old, beat up, stained even on the waistband for some reason. Not realizing he was day dreaming he snapped out of it when a driver honked at him “watch out where your fucking going!!” A driver yelled at him. He was almost home, but had biked into the middle of the road on accident.

Bubba pulled in to the apartment complex, now complexity drenched in sweat. He locked his bike up and headed to the rec room to pay rent. Before getting to the entrance, he called out “hey Mark, I’ve got the rent for ya, sorrrr…” he turned the corner into the room to find it empty. Where’s Mark he thought… he looked around and saw some of the benches still ripe with Marks scent and sweat, “must have just missed him” he thought.

He heard a noise in the locker room and went to see if Mark was there. Walking to the room, the smell of man thickend, it was intoxicating to him. Before going in, he stood there just basking in the aroma rubbing his sweaty bulge through his briefs. Conscious of time though, he walked in just at 4:30.

There was a single, dim lightbulb in there. A bench lined in front of the lockers. He didn’t see mark though. Still turned on by the man scent, he went and sat down on the bench, thinking of getting a workout in himself. As he approached the bench, he saw what must have been the most fragrant article of clothing in Bubbas entire life, Marks Bike jockstrap sitting on top of his sweaty gym clothes. “Shit, mark must be in the steam room”. He mumbled. There was also a second pile of gym clothes with another sweaty jockstrap on top there.

The dingy steam room was behind two doors, so he figured he would hear Mark and have some warning before he’d be out. Getting closer to that jock without being caught by Mark was Bubbas goal. In a trance, Bubba moved into full pig mode. He got on all fours, crawling toward the musky, used pouch on the floor. As he inched closer, he recognized the scent… cum. “Is mark cumming in his jockstrap?” He thought. He got closer and put his entire face in Marks pouch and inhaled deeply. The rush he got from that mimicked the poppers he had upstairs in his room. As he kept at it, he realized he was rubbing his face in a musky jockstrap that had a fresh, warm load of cum in it now covering parts of Bubbas scruffy face… his cock was ready to explode… “this jockstrap is sweaty, cummy, and has lots of nutsack hair in it, ripe with a little piss. Clearly this has not been washed in a decade.… is Mark gay? Would he let me borrow this jockstrap? Would he notice if i added a two week load to it? Would he swap jocks with him when they workout next time?”

(chap 2 to come soon - cub here in Colorado, reach out if you have suggestions/or a rec room to use in Colorado like this ;)
Oh dude I am dripping wet. This horny straight dude from Maine wants to say ah and oh.
 

Alex Bralmy

Jockstrap lover / Bulge worshiper
Bubba woke up with a yawn and a stretch at about 2 pm on a Saturday. He had just returned from a two week long camping trip on the other side of the globe so his sleep schedule was a bit out of wack. A long, deep sleep was the first thing on the list since his return, although, It was clear he hadn’t cum for two weeks as his cock was full mass and leaking without any stimulation.

Bubba was a stocky, Texas bred football player with thick black hair covering his entire husky 5’10”, 240 pound build, was the kind of guy to atleast attempt to work out his testosterone before a solo jerk by weight lifting but sometimes a guy does what a guy does. He was in his 30s now so he had developed a beer belly, some extra bulk and looked like the human form of a bear. He laid there, thinking about Bill, one of the other men that joined him in Europe on their camping trip. He started tugging on his hairy balls imagining Bill was there at his side, stroking. The sexual tension between the two was intense during their trip, but nothing happened. As they hiked around, Bubba had noticed Bill was wearing an old Bike jockstrap the entire trip, something he was able to stuff into his bag before parting ways from at camp just before heading to the airport. He hadn’t had the opportunity to get it out as he had hit the sac as soon as he returned home. As he reached over to grab his travel bag and search for what was likely the most ripe of old school jockstraps he had ever gotten his hands on, he was quickly interrupted.

Knock knock knock “hey Bubba, I know your in there, you missed rent last week you lazy fuck!”

Completely caught off guard, Bubba quickly switched from searching for that musky jock to his tighty whities next to his bed and threw them on. “ah, Mark, I’m coming, one second”. He looked for his pants frantically but couldn’t find them, after a couple seconds he said fuck it and headed to the door.

He opened the door to find Mark, the property manager of the 5 bedroom apartment building in phoenix Bubba found on Craig’s list awhile back. Mark was a beef cake standing at 6’Thick, gingered hair, a scruffy beard with a beer belly as well. He was wearing a old tank top with a forest of hair red hair flowing out from all angles and some old beat up gray gym shorts and shoes with white ankle socks.

“Hey Mark, really sorry about rent, completely forgot about paying before I left for my trip”

“Oh, looks like you are enjoying being back Bub.” Mark pointed to his bulge with a wet spot on the pouch.

“you caught me off guard, I was in the middle of something” he said, blushing a bit.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, been a busy week here anyways and I have not even deposited everyone else’s checks yet. I’m going to lift some weights in the rec room for the next couple hours, can you come by and drop off rent before 4:30 ish?”

Bubba knew the rec room well, in fact, he had been the go-to spotter for Mark when he was using the squat rack there. They lifted together atleast twice a week before Bubba had left for his trip. It was a musky, old room built in the basement of the apartment building. It was full of old weights from the 70’s and smelled like decades of sweat and built up testosterone caking the walls. Old, partially rusty lockers with each apartment # assigned lined the small, cramped room where there was also a old steam room off to the side behind a couple doors. Mark was pretty selective of who he rented out the apartments to. All men, all into working out. Non seemed to be cut, chizzled bodies. Most of them had muscles with a typical dad bod look… they enjoyed a delicious slab of meat after they lifted and of course a few beers now and again in the common area.

“Ok, sounds good Mark, I’ll head to the bank before they close today”

“Great!” Mark said as he turned around and began some forward lunges toward the weights in the rec room.

Bubba stood in the doorway, watching Mark. With each lunge, he saw that waistband of Marks Jockstrap. He had always been intrigued by Marks jock, it looked to be the same one every day. When they would lift together, it always seemed to be front and center. If they were using the bench press, with each push that iconic Bike label would expose itself with a thicket of fur being restrained. When doing squats, Mark would go so low as to expose the entire waist band and the top of his hairy crack. Because of the summer heat, Bubba knew Marks jock was damp and sweaty.

The bank closed at 3:30 so Bubba had to get on the road to arrive on time and not piss off Mark. He let his uncut, thick 7 inches soften up in just briefs. He played with his nuts that were so big the didn’t even fit in normal sized athletic cups. He threw some some shorts on and a wife beater to cover up his hairy back just like like Marks before heading out. Beyond horny, he was sure precum would be ooozing out of his cock into his tighty whities during the trip to the bank.

Although the bank was only a couple miles away, it took Bubba awhile to get there as he only had access to a bike. He threw on a camel pack to stay hydrated on the ride and started riding in the hot, sunny weather. He was was working up a sweat in the 95 degrees that day. His white shirt quickly darkened as the sweat started running down his back and chest. When he finally arrived at the bank, the teller even asked if he needed more water before heading out again. With rent acquired, he started his return home.

On his way back, he couldn’t stop thinking of Marks ass in his jockstrap as he lunged off toward the rec room earlier. It was old, beat up, stained even on the waistband for some reason. Not realizing he was day dreaming he snapped out of it when a driver honked at him “watch out where your fucking going!!” A driver yelled at him. He was almost home, but had biked into the middle of the road on accident.

Bubba pulled in to the apartment complex, now complexity drenched in sweat. He locked his bike up and headed to the rec room to pay rent. Before getting to the entrance, he called out “hey Mark, I’ve got the rent for ya, sorrrr…” he turned the corner into the room to find it empty. Where’s Mark he thought… he looked around and saw some of the benches still ripe with Marks scent and sweat, “must have just missed him” he thought.

He heard a noise in the locker room and went to see if Mark was there. Walking to the room, the smell of man thickend, it was intoxicating to him. Before going in, he stood there just basking in the aroma rubbing his sweaty bulge through his briefs. Conscious of time though, he walked in just at 4:30.

There was a single, dim lightbulb in there. A bench lined in front of the lockers. He didn’t see mark though. Still turned on by the man scent, he went and sat down on the bench, thinking of getting a workout in himself. As he approached the bench, he saw what must have been the most fragrant article of clothing in Bubbas entire life, Marks Bike jockstrap sitting on top of his sweaty gym clothes. “Shit, mark must be in the steam room”. He mumbled. There was also a second pile of gym clothes with another sweaty jockstrap on top there.

The dingy steam room was behind two doors, so he figured he would hear Mark and have some warning before he’d be out. Getting closer to that jock without being caught by Mark was Bubbas goal. In a trance, Bubba moved into full pig mode. He got on all fours, crawling toward the musky, used pouch on the floor. As he inched closer, he recognized the scent… cum. “Is mark cumming in his jockstrap?” He thought. He got closer and put his entire face in Marks pouch and inhaled deeply. The rush he got from that mimicked the poppers he had upstairs in his room. As he kept at it, he realized he was rubbing his face in a musky jockstrap that had a fresh, warm load of cum in it now covering parts of Bubbas scruffy face… his cock was ready to explode… “this jockstrap is sweaty, cummy, and has lots of nutsack hair in it, ripe with a little piss. Clearly this has not been washed in a decade.… is Mark gay? Would he let me borrow this jockstrap? Would he notice if i added a two week load to it? Would he swap jocks with him when they workout next time?”

(chap 2 to come soon - cub here in Colorado, reach out if you have suggestions/or a rec room to use in Colorado like this ;)
Read this on my train ride home. And this is what happened…. Eagerly awaiting chapter II.
 

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