RyanMI
underwear / fundoshi / jockstraps / loincloths
And now, Part 2!
Kyle made no attempt to hide that he was gently (yet insistently) thrusting his crotch into my face, his thick uncircumcised member taut as a bowstring. He still wore the weatherbeaten white Omtex strap he had greeted me in, the pouch pulled to one side to fully expose his neat halo of golden-brown pubes and big balls. I couldn’t wait to drain him.
But before I could get down to business Kyle rolled away from me, his love tube slapping meatily against his stomach. One arm snaked out to a bedside table, opening a drawer and rooting around in it while his sea green eyes held my gaze.
“Here,” he said, “try this on.” He tossed a bright white JC swim jock at me, landing it on my face. Not the only thing he would land on my face, I hoped. I smoothly looped the spanking-new jockstrap over my legs and pulled it snug onto my body. I was tenting it quite visibly and instantly a dark dot appeared where the tip of my tent pole stretched it. Kyle rolled back toward me and touched the shining dot with the tip of his tongue.
“Mmmm,” he said, “perfect. It looked a little too new. I want you to baptize it tonight.” The jock felt electric stretched across my hips, as if somehow magically vibrating against my sensitive cockhead. The dot had grown in size noticeably. Kyle touched his tongue to it again. Then again, more firmly. Again and again and again, as my frenulum hummed and my nectar oozed.
With a swift motion he plunged his face lips-first onto the ridge-shaped bulge my shaft formed, slight curve to the right. He eagerly nibbled the length of my boner, wetting the pouch thoroughly with saliva. I was groaning with mindless delight. Mindless is just the right word — I was neglecting his cock.
I moved in on his crotch, letting his warm and pulsing shaft press against my face. I rubbed my face all over his veined meat monster, focusing on its beautiful curve to the left as his shining pink tip emerged from its foreskin hood. I ran my tongue up and down his majestic length more and more enthusiastically while the slurping sounds from his own mouth increased in intensity and tempo. My dick was still wrapped in the saliva soaked JC jock. My body ran with tiny rivers of sweat. His balls rested on my chin, heavy and weightless all at once.
With a smooth arch of my neck I swallowed Kyle tip first, letting him fill me tonsils-deep. I wasn’t shy with the suction, only easing Kyle’s huge crotch-hammer back out of my throat a slow inch at a time. My hand firmly encircled his fleshy nut-swing, giving his scrotum a long gradual stretch. My nose pressed into the cotton of his well-loved Omtex and I inhaled his mellow, spicy natural man-scent deeply. My god he was intoxicating. There may be no need for weed after all, I felt stoned just by the sweet-sour tang of Kyle alone.
I could feel Kyle easing a curious finger back behind my jocked package, while he continued to skillfully fellate me through the mesh basket of the swimmer. The finger crossed the border of damp fabric where the straps met, touching my bare skin and unleashing a raw tremor of pleasure through my energized body. The sore muscles of the hockey game were forgotten; I felt fully relaxed, floating in space.
Without even being conscious of doing it, I had been repeatedly swallowing Kyle’s rigid shaft with unbridled abandon. His gorgeous pole was slick and reflective with my abundant spit. My salivary glands were operating at peak production. For his part, he was bucking his hips into my face, plunging his slobbery knob over and over and over into my welcoming mouth. I rolled his balls in my fingers and made muffled animal noises.
Our gleaming jocked bodies were moving on Kyle’s bed like a couple spaghetti noodles in a pot.
Kyle’s finger lightly traced my taint, still traveling backward into the perspiration-drenched cleft of my buttocks, tickling the fine hairs there, swirling a fingertip in a slow circle around my tight pucker… massaging my prostate mound with his thumb… pressing my secret love button…!
I was about to cum.
There was no way I could warn him, my mouth was full of his artillery. So I simply made inarticulate gagging sounds like someone being smothered to death as the tingles building in my surging member and my activated asshole rose steadily past the black and into the red. Explosive decompression was imminent.
“Mrfgmhm Hgrmlmnhm!” is the closest thing I can type to the crazy sounds I made around Kyle’s cock as containment was breached. My balls tightened and with a shuddering quake I unloaded through the JC pouch like the Death Star firing on Alderaan. Kyle lapped up every wave of it like a starved maniac as pulse after pulse erupted from my love gun. I swear white-hot angels in leopard-print thongs blew trumpets of molten sapphire while my orgasm propelled me out of the atmosphere, past the moon. To infinity, and beyond!
It must’ve triggered a chain reaction in the planetary core. Kyle’s dick jerked spasmodically in my oral cavern, hot spunk filled the already full space and squirted out past my lips, dribbling down my chin, splashing my collarbones. I instinctively swallowed a thick gob of his brotherly protein.
We both flopped back on the mattress, shaking and laughing. “Holy shit,” I managed to gasp out, sperm still oozing from the cockslit inches from my face. “Did you slip me something in that jockstrap?”
We both fell about laughing at the absurdity of how good our suck session had us feeling, high as kites on sexual afterglow.
“Got anything left in you for Malloy’s?” asked Kyle, between giggles. “We gotta rehydrate.”
“Yeah,” I said, propping myself up on one elbow, “I could really go for a cold beer after that amazing face-full. Just to bring me back to earth.”
I pivoted my body around on the bed and grabbed Kyle’s face with both hands.
“But not just yet.” Our slippery lips met in a long, soft, deep kiss.
Kyle made no attempt to hide that he was gently (yet insistently) thrusting his crotch into my face, his thick uncircumcised member taut as a bowstring. He still wore the weatherbeaten white Omtex strap he had greeted me in, the pouch pulled to one side to fully expose his neat halo of golden-brown pubes and big balls. I couldn’t wait to drain him.
But before I could get down to business Kyle rolled away from me, his love tube slapping meatily against his stomach. One arm snaked out to a bedside table, opening a drawer and rooting around in it while his sea green eyes held my gaze.
“Here,” he said, “try this on.” He tossed a bright white JC swim jock at me, landing it on my face. Not the only thing he would land on my face, I hoped. I smoothly looped the spanking-new jockstrap over my legs and pulled it snug onto my body. I was tenting it quite visibly and instantly a dark dot appeared where the tip of my tent pole stretched it. Kyle rolled back toward me and touched the shining dot with the tip of his tongue.
“Mmmm,” he said, “perfect. It looked a little too new. I want you to baptize it tonight.” The jock felt electric stretched across my hips, as if somehow magically vibrating against my sensitive cockhead. The dot had grown in size noticeably. Kyle touched his tongue to it again. Then again, more firmly. Again and again and again, as my frenulum hummed and my nectar oozed.
With a swift motion he plunged his face lips-first onto the ridge-shaped bulge my shaft formed, slight curve to the right. He eagerly nibbled the length of my boner, wetting the pouch thoroughly with saliva. I was groaning with mindless delight. Mindless is just the right word — I was neglecting his cock.
I moved in on his crotch, letting his warm and pulsing shaft press against my face. I rubbed my face all over his veined meat monster, focusing on its beautiful curve to the left as his shining pink tip emerged from its foreskin hood. I ran my tongue up and down his majestic length more and more enthusiastically while the slurping sounds from his own mouth increased in intensity and tempo. My dick was still wrapped in the saliva soaked JC jock. My body ran with tiny rivers of sweat. His balls rested on my chin, heavy and weightless all at once.
With a smooth arch of my neck I swallowed Kyle tip first, letting him fill me tonsils-deep. I wasn’t shy with the suction, only easing Kyle’s huge crotch-hammer back out of my throat a slow inch at a time. My hand firmly encircled his fleshy nut-swing, giving his scrotum a long gradual stretch. My nose pressed into the cotton of his well-loved Omtex and I inhaled his mellow, spicy natural man-scent deeply. My god he was intoxicating. There may be no need for weed after all, I felt stoned just by the sweet-sour tang of Kyle alone.
I could feel Kyle easing a curious finger back behind my jocked package, while he continued to skillfully fellate me through the mesh basket of the swimmer. The finger crossed the border of damp fabric where the straps met, touching my bare skin and unleashing a raw tremor of pleasure through my energized body. The sore muscles of the hockey game were forgotten; I felt fully relaxed, floating in space.
Without even being conscious of doing it, I had been repeatedly swallowing Kyle’s rigid shaft with unbridled abandon. His gorgeous pole was slick and reflective with my abundant spit. My salivary glands were operating at peak production. For his part, he was bucking his hips into my face, plunging his slobbery knob over and over and over into my welcoming mouth. I rolled his balls in my fingers and made muffled animal noises.
Our gleaming jocked bodies were moving on Kyle’s bed like a couple spaghetti noodles in a pot.
Kyle’s finger lightly traced my taint, still traveling backward into the perspiration-drenched cleft of my buttocks, tickling the fine hairs there, swirling a fingertip in a slow circle around my tight pucker… massaging my prostate mound with his thumb… pressing my secret love button…!
I was about to cum.
There was no way I could warn him, my mouth was full of his artillery. So I simply made inarticulate gagging sounds like someone being smothered to death as the tingles building in my surging member and my activated asshole rose steadily past the black and into the red. Explosive decompression was imminent.
“Mrfgmhm Hgrmlmnhm!” is the closest thing I can type to the crazy sounds I made around Kyle’s cock as containment was breached. My balls tightened and with a shuddering quake I unloaded through the JC pouch like the Death Star firing on Alderaan. Kyle lapped up every wave of it like a starved maniac as pulse after pulse erupted from my love gun. I swear white-hot angels in leopard-print thongs blew trumpets of molten sapphire while my orgasm propelled me out of the atmosphere, past the moon. To infinity, and beyond!
It must’ve triggered a chain reaction in the planetary core. Kyle’s dick jerked spasmodically in my oral cavern, hot spunk filled the already full space and squirted out past my lips, dribbling down my chin, splashing my collarbones. I instinctively swallowed a thick gob of his brotherly protein.
We both flopped back on the mattress, shaking and laughing. “Holy shit,” I managed to gasp out, sperm still oozing from the cockslit inches from my face. “Did you slip me something in that jockstrap?”
We both fell about laughing at the absurdity of how good our suck session had us feeling, high as kites on sexual afterglow.
“Got anything left in you for Malloy’s?” asked Kyle, between giggles. “We gotta rehydrate.”
“Yeah,” I said, propping myself up on one elbow, “I could really go for a cold beer after that amazing face-full. Just to bring me back to earth.”
I pivoted my body around on the bed and grabbed Kyle’s face with both hands.
“But not just yet.” Our slippery lips met in a long, soft, deep kiss.
