rutter222
My jock is too small...and tight!
A month had passed since my first actual ejaculation at the hands of another man, and quiet honestly, I can't get enough. As a married father of three young children I don't see a lot of action on the home front, so I'm glad to have found another outlet. Showing off in the gym locker room was always enticing. After my workout I enjoyed walking around in just my jock. My 6'2" frame was nicely pumped, tight, and sweaty. The contrast of a white jock against my olive skin drew some attention, especially the way the leg straps hugged and lifted my ample buttocks. My bulge was always prominent with heavy balls and a half hard cock. In my mind other men were looking, but one day my theory was validated. A man approached me in the shower when I was vulnerable with soap in my eyes and he stole a load from my balls with his hand. I was weak in the knees but I craved more. I've had one more encounter since then. Another aggressor, but it may have been the same man. I'll probably never know. Today though, I was the aggressor.
There was a guy I was watching all week. I assumed he was from out of town because he was definitely not a regular. He checked in right before me one morning and I could see he had a one week pass. The guy was white and thick. That was the best way to describe him. He worked out hard and fast. Didn't waste any time. Everything he did, stair master, weights, jump rope he ate up like he was starving. His white, hairless skin was stretched across thick muscles and glistened with sweat, which made his clothes dark and clingy. I had the pleasure of being in the locker room with him the last two mornings. He wasn't cut, but thick and solid. He also wore a jock strap, which was rare these days. He didn't waste any time in the sauna or anything. Just stripped to his jock, shaved, brushed his teeth and in the shower. I mirrored his routine. We were next to each other at the sink. I was checking him out but I didn't see him look my way. He was a few inches shorter than me, maybe 5' 10"? His jock wasn't as white as mine, or at least it didn't look that way against his pale skin. He I chatted a bit. He was pleasant and I found out he was visiting from Wisconsin. A Midwest boy. That explained the wholesome appearance. He finished up, wished me a good day and headed to the showers. Before he left he gave my bulge a quick glance. That was all I needed to get that feeling at the base of my balls. I got the confidence to go forward with my plan.
About a minute passed and I headed to the shower room. I could hear that he was the only one showering at that time. I strategically chose the stall next to his. I peaked into his stall as I entered mine. He was lathering up that perfect body. I stood outside my stall and turned on my water. My back was to him. I could see his reflection in the chrome fixture. He was looking and continuing to soap up, giving some special attention to his jock. I liked that. I stepped into my shower and pumped my soap container a few times, letting the soap fall to the floor. " Oh damn," I said out loud. "Why can't they make sure these dispensers are full." Hea heard me but was continuing to soap up his head. He had a steady stream of soap and hot water running down his face and his beautiful smooth, broad chest. His pink nipples stood out against his white skin and white soap bubbles.
This was it. It was now or never. My heart was racing. I stepped into his stall and said, "My soap is empty. Mind if I grab a few pumps?" He smirked a little and said, "Go for it man." He had his eyes closed still and he was scrubbing his full head of dirty blond hair.. I pumped his dispenser a few times and collected the soap. My heart was pounding now, probably to get blood to my cock, which was rock hard. I was moving in slow motion. I put my had flat against his belly and slipped it into the waistband of his jock and found his thick cock in the soapy pouch. The whole thing took probably 10 seconds, but I was doing it . I had his cock in my hand. He didn't struggle. I began to stroke gently. It was thick just like the rest of him. It was also warm and heavy. I started stroking him and then he said "How did you know it was me?"
At first I was confused, but then it hit me. He was the one who took my man virginity a few weeks ago. It was he who coaxed the jizz from my aching full balls right here in the same shower room. And now I was doing the same to him.
But something was different now that I knew. It felt like more than just an encounter. This felt like purposeful consensual sex between two people. Was I ready for that? These thoughts raced through my head as I felt the full length of his shaft. It was so thick and warm. I felt the ridge of his bulbous head with every stroke. The skin on his cock was loose and I could feel it move over the hard muscle it covered. His eyes were open now and he was watching and making quiet, breathy groans of ecstacy. There was a lot happening but we were in public so we needed to be mindful of others. Although I am fairly certain no one was in the shower room. It wouldn't have mattered if there were.
His hand gripped my shoulder. I thought, he is about to cum and he is bracing himself. I remember going weak in the knees when I came with him that first time. Then I felt him put pressure on my shoulder. He was pushing me down to my knees. WHAT? Me? No way I am getting on my knees. I thought that as my knees started to bend. Before I knew it, there I was. His thick heavy cock now inches from my face. Am I going to suck this? After just a few idle seconds he gripped his cock and slapped my face with it. I pulled back some, but he grabbed a hand full of my wet hair and pulled me closer to the beast, with the other hand he smacked me with it again. The hard ridge of his cock head rested on my lips. It was warm. All I needed to do was open my mouth. Well, I had to open it wide, and I did. Now that hard, fat cock head was in my mouth. It seemed to fill the whole cavity. I rubbed my tongue against the ridge. He moaned, and again whispered , "come on, suck it."
I was looking up at his muscular frame as he looked down at me with my mouth stretching around his thickness. "Come on." With a little more urgency now. He still had a handful of my hair and he started to thrust in and out of my mouth. He was fucking my face. I closed my lips around him to create suction and with each thrust he went further. I felt his cock head hit the back of my throat again and again. My tongue was working furiously to squeeze, tantalize, and create that warm, wet friction all men crave.
Both of his hands were now holding my head still while he continued to fuck my mouth. His pace quickened. Thrusts were getting harder, faster. His cock was going deeper, gagging me some. His balls were slapping against my chin. I felt them tighten and he exhaled hard. My mouth was suddenly filling up with hot, salty goo. He was pumping his load into my mouth as he continued to thrust. His pace slowed and I swallowed. I wanted more. I was sucking his cock hard. He released my head and I gripped him with my hand. I squeezed out every drop and cleaned him off nicely. Right there in the gym showers. I was now a cock sucker.
There was a guy I was watching all week. I assumed he was from out of town because he was definitely not a regular. He checked in right before me one morning and I could see he had a one week pass. The guy was white and thick. That was the best way to describe him. He worked out hard and fast. Didn't waste any time. Everything he did, stair master, weights, jump rope he ate up like he was starving. His white, hairless skin was stretched across thick muscles and glistened with sweat, which made his clothes dark and clingy. I had the pleasure of being in the locker room with him the last two mornings. He wasn't cut, but thick and solid. He also wore a jock strap, which was rare these days. He didn't waste any time in the sauna or anything. Just stripped to his jock, shaved, brushed his teeth and in the shower. I mirrored his routine. We were next to each other at the sink. I was checking him out but I didn't see him look my way. He was a few inches shorter than me, maybe 5' 10"? His jock wasn't as white as mine, or at least it didn't look that way against his pale skin. He I chatted a bit. He was pleasant and I found out he was visiting from Wisconsin. A Midwest boy. That explained the wholesome appearance. He finished up, wished me a good day and headed to the showers. Before he left he gave my bulge a quick glance. That was all I needed to get that feeling at the base of my balls. I got the confidence to go forward with my plan.
About a minute passed and I headed to the shower room. I could hear that he was the only one showering at that time. I strategically chose the stall next to his. I peaked into his stall as I entered mine. He was lathering up that perfect body. I stood outside my stall and turned on my water. My back was to him. I could see his reflection in the chrome fixture. He was looking and continuing to soap up, giving some special attention to his jock. I liked that. I stepped into my shower and pumped my soap container a few times, letting the soap fall to the floor. " Oh damn," I said out loud. "Why can't they make sure these dispensers are full." Hea heard me but was continuing to soap up his head. He had a steady stream of soap and hot water running down his face and his beautiful smooth, broad chest. His pink nipples stood out against his white skin and white soap bubbles.
This was it. It was now or never. My heart was racing. I stepped into his stall and said, "My soap is empty. Mind if I grab a few pumps?" He smirked a little and said, "Go for it man." He had his eyes closed still and he was scrubbing his full head of dirty blond hair.. I pumped his dispenser a few times and collected the soap. My heart was pounding now, probably to get blood to my cock, which was rock hard. I was moving in slow motion. I put my had flat against his belly and slipped it into the waistband of his jock and found his thick cock in the soapy pouch. The whole thing took probably 10 seconds, but I was doing it . I had his cock in my hand. He didn't struggle. I began to stroke gently. It was thick just like the rest of him. It was also warm and heavy. I started stroking him and then he said "How did you know it was me?"
At first I was confused, but then it hit me. He was the one who took my man virginity a few weeks ago. It was he who coaxed the jizz from my aching full balls right here in the same shower room. And now I was doing the same to him.
But something was different now that I knew. It felt like more than just an encounter. This felt like purposeful consensual sex between two people. Was I ready for that? These thoughts raced through my head as I felt the full length of his shaft. It was so thick and warm. I felt the ridge of his bulbous head with every stroke. The skin on his cock was loose and I could feel it move over the hard muscle it covered. His eyes were open now and he was watching and making quiet, breathy groans of ecstacy. There was a lot happening but we were in public so we needed to be mindful of others. Although I am fairly certain no one was in the shower room. It wouldn't have mattered if there were.
His hand gripped my shoulder. I thought, he is about to cum and he is bracing himself. I remember going weak in the knees when I came with him that first time. Then I felt him put pressure on my shoulder. He was pushing me down to my knees. WHAT? Me? No way I am getting on my knees. I thought that as my knees started to bend. Before I knew it, there I was. His thick heavy cock now inches from my face. Am I going to suck this? After just a few idle seconds he gripped his cock and slapped my face with it. I pulled back some, but he grabbed a hand full of my wet hair and pulled me closer to the beast, with the other hand he smacked me with it again. The hard ridge of his cock head rested on my lips. It was warm. All I needed to do was open my mouth. Well, I had to open it wide, and I did. Now that hard, fat cock head was in my mouth. It seemed to fill the whole cavity. I rubbed my tongue against the ridge. He moaned, and again whispered , "come on, suck it."
I was looking up at his muscular frame as he looked down at me with my mouth stretching around his thickness. "Come on." With a little more urgency now. He still had a handful of my hair and he started to thrust in and out of my mouth. He was fucking my face. I closed my lips around him to create suction and with each thrust he went further. I felt his cock head hit the back of my throat again and again. My tongue was working furiously to squeeze, tantalize, and create that warm, wet friction all men crave.
Both of his hands were now holding my head still while he continued to fuck my mouth. His pace quickened. Thrusts were getting harder, faster. His cock was going deeper, gagging me some. His balls were slapping against my chin. I felt them tighten and he exhaled hard. My mouth was suddenly filling up with hot, salty goo. He was pumping his load into my mouth as he continued to thrust. His pace slowed and I swallowed. I wanted more. I was sucking his cock hard. He released my head and I gripped him with my hand. I squeezed out every drop and cleaned him off nicely. Right there in the gym showers. I was now a cock sucker.
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