Jockboy69
Jockstrap Fan
This story is mostly fantasy with some real events mixed in. I’m experimenting with how this is written (you’ll understand after you read the companion story). Let me know what you think.
Massage session with Coach
I knew something was wrong when I heard a pop. There was a sharp pain in my groin. I had been pushing myself after practice so I decided to check in with the assistant coach who is also a physical therapist to have him take a look to see what was up with my leg.
He saw me hobbling into his office and told him what had happened. He had me hop up onto the massage table and started probing my leg and groin area. “Why don’t you take your shorts off so that I can better see what’s going on,” he said. I slipped off my shorts and now was lying on my back in just my jockstrap. He spread my legs wider so he could probe my leg more. He then concentrated massaging an area on my inner thigh. As he did this, he would brush my jock pouch. I started to get embarrassed because I started getting hard. He worked on the area on my leg for a while longer. “Is that better?” he asked. I flexed and moved my leg around. “Yeah,” I said, it does—the stiffness seems to be gone.” He smiled and said, “looks like the stiffness went somewhere else. Maybe I can help you with that too.” He slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of my jock and worked it down my legs. My newly freed hard on slapped up against my stomach. I couldn’t believe what was happening. He slowly began playing with my ballsack with one hand. With the other he began to stroke my cock, pulling down my foreskin. He ran his tongue across the tip of my dick licking up precum that had started accumulating at my piss slit before wrapping his lips around my waiting rod. He slurped on my foreskin—I could feel his tongue running under my skin. “God Coach.,” I moaned, “That feels awesome.”
I was in heaven as he went down on me swallowing my entire cock. I reached over to feel his crotch. He was huge and hard. The material felt moist from sweat. I pushed him off of me and got off the table. I started pulling off his shirt revealing his well-built hairy chest. I ran my hand over his chest. I could feel the damp sweat-soaked hair. I sucked on one nipple while I tweaked the other. “Yesss,” he hissed. I worked my way down his body running my tongue down his torso and across the ridges of his abs. I could taste the salty sweat of his six-pack. When I was on my knees, I pulled down his shorts. I was not disappointed—he had a large hard cock that was struggling to break free from his jock pouch. I buried my face in his jockstrap inhaling the musky man scent. I pulled his jock down—his cock was around 8-inches long, cut and very veiny. I had never seen another cock upclose like this. He began slapping my face with his cock. “Open up,” he said. I obeyed and he immediately fed me his beautiful man meat. He began face fucking me making me gag—pools of saliva dripped down from my mouth as he thrust in and out of my throat. “That’s a good boy,” he growled, “you like sucking dick, don’t you?” I grunted in approval not wanting to release his dick from my mouth.
After a bit, he picked me up off the floor and bent me over his desk. Coach starting rimming my asshole with his tongue. I was in heaven never thinking that a tongue up my ass could feel so good. I pushed my ass further into his probing tongue. He spat on my hole and started inserting his finger in. I instinctively clenched.
“Damn you’re tight. You’ve never been fucked, have you?”
“No. Go slow Coach—I don’t know if I can take your big cock.”
“Don’t worry—I’ll be gentle”
He spat some more then inserted two fingers to loosen me up. It wasn’t long before he replaced his fingers with his saliva-soaked cock. He began to push into me. The pain was excruciating.
“Fuck! Pull out! It hurts!”
But he wouldn’t stop. “Just relax,” he cooed. My eyes were tearing up from the burning pain. He wouldn’t stop—he continued to push his cock deeper and deeper into me. I knew he was finally in all the way—I could feel his pubes scratching my bare ass. He held steady allowing me to adjust to his dick.
Once I became accustomed to his girth, he began to fuck me slowly. “Oh Coach, fuck me,” I moaned. “Don’t you worry, he said, “I’m going to make you scream and beg for more.” He varied the rhythm and depth driving me wild.
Suddenly he pulled out and flipped me onto my back. He lifted my legs over his broad shoulders. I was panting and he stuffed his sweaty jockstrap that had been sitting on his desk into my mouth. I could smell his familiar musky scent from the jockstrap and taste its funky saltiness. Suddenly he rammed his entire cock up my ass. My eyes widened in surprise, my scream being muffled by the jock in my mouth. His body glistened with sweat, his chest hair matted down. He ran his hands over my sweaty torso. He tweaked my nipple before he thrust deep into me hitting my prostate over and over again. I began seeing stars as he drove me to new heights of ecstasy. I could feel the familiar tightening in my balls—I was going to cum! I blew my load without even touching my dick. My cum exploded from my cock spurt after spurt all over my abs, chest and face. Coach pulled out and jacked his his cock. He grunted, “fuck…fuck,” as he ejaculated. I could feel the hot splashes of his cum as it landed on my sweat and jism-covered torso.
Coach leaned over me and licked up the sweat and cum that covered my body. He grabbed me, pulled his jock out of my mouth and kissed me feeding me our sweat/sperm cocktail. I savored the sweet, salty, bitter taste of our spunk that he fed me. I couldn’t get enough as I sucked what I could out of his mouth.
It was the first of many experiences I had with coach. He taught me the joys of man sex always changing up our fucking routine. He even let me practice on him so that I could experience what it was like to fuck a man. We fucked in his office or sometimes in the lockerroom. To this day the manly sweaty scent of a lockerroom still makes me hard.
Massage session with Coach
I knew something was wrong when I heard a pop. There was a sharp pain in my groin. I had been pushing myself after practice so I decided to check in with the assistant coach who is also a physical therapist to have him take a look to see what was up with my leg.
He saw me hobbling into his office and told him what had happened. He had me hop up onto the massage table and started probing my leg and groin area. “Why don’t you take your shorts off so that I can better see what’s going on,” he said. I slipped off my shorts and now was lying on my back in just my jockstrap. He spread my legs wider so he could probe my leg more. He then concentrated massaging an area on my inner thigh. As he did this, he would brush my jock pouch. I started to get embarrassed because I started getting hard. He worked on the area on my leg for a while longer. “Is that better?” he asked. I flexed and moved my leg around. “Yeah,” I said, it does—the stiffness seems to be gone.” He smiled and said, “looks like the stiffness went somewhere else. Maybe I can help you with that too.” He slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of my jock and worked it down my legs. My newly freed hard on slapped up against my stomach. I couldn’t believe what was happening. He slowly began playing with my ballsack with one hand. With the other he began to stroke my cock, pulling down my foreskin. He ran his tongue across the tip of my dick licking up precum that had started accumulating at my piss slit before wrapping his lips around my waiting rod. He slurped on my foreskin—I could feel his tongue running under my skin. “God Coach.,” I moaned, “That feels awesome.”
I was in heaven as he went down on me swallowing my entire cock. I reached over to feel his crotch. He was huge and hard. The material felt moist from sweat. I pushed him off of me and got off the table. I started pulling off his shirt revealing his well-built hairy chest. I ran my hand over his chest. I could feel the damp sweat-soaked hair. I sucked on one nipple while I tweaked the other. “Yesss,” he hissed. I worked my way down his body running my tongue down his torso and across the ridges of his abs. I could taste the salty sweat of his six-pack. When I was on my knees, I pulled down his shorts. I was not disappointed—he had a large hard cock that was struggling to break free from his jock pouch. I buried my face in his jockstrap inhaling the musky man scent. I pulled his jock down—his cock was around 8-inches long, cut and very veiny. I had never seen another cock upclose like this. He began slapping my face with his cock. “Open up,” he said. I obeyed and he immediately fed me his beautiful man meat. He began face fucking me making me gag—pools of saliva dripped down from my mouth as he thrust in and out of my throat. “That’s a good boy,” he growled, “you like sucking dick, don’t you?” I grunted in approval not wanting to release his dick from my mouth.
After a bit, he picked me up off the floor and bent me over his desk. Coach starting rimming my asshole with his tongue. I was in heaven never thinking that a tongue up my ass could feel so good. I pushed my ass further into his probing tongue. He spat on my hole and started inserting his finger in. I instinctively clenched.
“Damn you’re tight. You’ve never been fucked, have you?”
“No. Go slow Coach—I don’t know if I can take your big cock.”
“Don’t worry—I’ll be gentle”
He spat some more then inserted two fingers to loosen me up. It wasn’t long before he replaced his fingers with his saliva-soaked cock. He began to push into me. The pain was excruciating.
“Fuck! Pull out! It hurts!”
But he wouldn’t stop. “Just relax,” he cooed. My eyes were tearing up from the burning pain. He wouldn’t stop—he continued to push his cock deeper and deeper into me. I knew he was finally in all the way—I could feel his pubes scratching my bare ass. He held steady allowing me to adjust to his dick.
Once I became accustomed to his girth, he began to fuck me slowly. “Oh Coach, fuck me,” I moaned. “Don’t you worry, he said, “I’m going to make you scream and beg for more.” He varied the rhythm and depth driving me wild.
Suddenly he pulled out and flipped me onto my back. He lifted my legs over his broad shoulders. I was panting and he stuffed his sweaty jockstrap that had been sitting on his desk into my mouth. I could smell his familiar musky scent from the jockstrap and taste its funky saltiness. Suddenly he rammed his entire cock up my ass. My eyes widened in surprise, my scream being muffled by the jock in my mouth. His body glistened with sweat, his chest hair matted down. He ran his hands over my sweaty torso. He tweaked my nipple before he thrust deep into me hitting my prostate over and over again. I began seeing stars as he drove me to new heights of ecstasy. I could feel the familiar tightening in my balls—I was going to cum! I blew my load without even touching my dick. My cum exploded from my cock spurt after spurt all over my abs, chest and face. Coach pulled out and jacked his his cock. He grunted, “fuck…fuck,” as he ejaculated. I could feel the hot splashes of his cum as it landed on my sweat and jism-covered torso.
Coach leaned over me and licked up the sweat and cum that covered my body. He grabbed me, pulled his jock out of my mouth and kissed me feeding me our sweat/sperm cocktail. I savored the sweet, salty, bitter taste of our spunk that he fed me. I couldn’t get enough as I sucked what I could out of his mouth.
It was the first of many experiences I had with coach. He taught me the joys of man sex always changing up our fucking routine. He even let me practice on him so that I could experience what it was like to fuck a man. We fucked in his office or sometimes in the lockerroom. To this day the manly sweaty scent of a lockerroom still makes me hard.
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