RyanMI
underwear / fundoshi / jockstraps / loincloths
I couldn’t help noticing Kyle, after joining the Men’s hockey league at my local ice rink. Nice smile, green eyes, light beard, slightly thinning brown hair… and absolutely beautiful in his jock. Whether changing into his gear or peeling it off his steaming body after games, he was rather distracting. Toned, but not over muscled. Perfectly rounded glutes, a nice thick mat of chest hair that tapered in a triangle down to his belly button. Thick dick. Kyle had a tattoo of the Rebel Alliance logo from Star Wars on his left thigh.
I would always try to time things so we hit the showers at the same time. I could barely hide my semi, watching him soap himself up or towel himself dry. For my part I would take my time and soap up very thoroughly, making sure he got as many chances to see my cock and butt as possible.
On a day when a blizzard had most of the team staying home, just Kyle and I showed up. Our opponents, driving from a nearby town, called and forfeited. We debated what to do. Marty the rink manager said the ice was paid for, and freshly resurfaced, so we could skate if we wanted. Kyle and I quickly agreed to play a little one-on-one.
We hit the ice hard. Kyle gave me no breaks, the feral look in his eye said he was playing to win. I gave just as good back. After an hour we were sweaty and breathing hard, but exhilarated (and maybe even just a little bruised up). We clattered back into the locker room in our wet gear and began to peel out of it, talking and laughing as the damp layers came off.
I had turned my back for some reason and was standing in my socks, my jock, and a thermal shirt when I felt Kyle’s strong arms circle me from behind. His hands went under my shirt and felt over my pecs.
My nipples responded eagerly to his rough hands, hard as bullets and sending electrical tingles through my body. His cupped jock bulge nestled into the valley of my ass as he continued to caress and fondle me. And I leaned right back into him. I might’ve even purred.
While I ground my ass into his jocked and cupped package, one of his hands dropped to my crotch and gripped my own cup by its edges. He started moving my cup around, pinching my nipple with his other hand while he kissed my neck feverishly. I grew instantly hard, straining against the confining cup.
Within a few minutes we were each straddling the wooden bench which ran down the center of the room, face to face. We had both pulled our cups out from the pouches of our jocks, and each pushed his sweaty cup into the face of the other guy.
We scooted closer together on the bench and got our dicks out, jacking furiously as we continued to huff on each other’s cups. Soon Kyle was gripping both our cocks in his free hand and pumping them together.
I felt a small droplet of his sperm splash on my cockhead — Kyle was about to cum. And boy did he. Kyle’s orgasm erupted in several thick milky shots that got all over both of us: on his chest, in my hair, on the bench. This of course triggered my own orgasm and I ejaculated hard all over his stomach and inner thighs.
Then it was off to the showers to clean each other up. Kyle and I hooked up many times after that, but this was the only time we got the locker room all to ourselves.
I would always try to time things so we hit the showers at the same time. I could barely hide my semi, watching him soap himself up or towel himself dry. For my part I would take my time and soap up very thoroughly, making sure he got as many chances to see my cock and butt as possible.
On a day when a blizzard had most of the team staying home, just Kyle and I showed up. Our opponents, driving from a nearby town, called and forfeited. We debated what to do. Marty the rink manager said the ice was paid for, and freshly resurfaced, so we could skate if we wanted. Kyle and I quickly agreed to play a little one-on-one.
We hit the ice hard. Kyle gave me no breaks, the feral look in his eye said he was playing to win. I gave just as good back. After an hour we were sweaty and breathing hard, but exhilarated (and maybe even just a little bruised up). We clattered back into the locker room in our wet gear and began to peel out of it, talking and laughing as the damp layers came off.
I had turned my back for some reason and was standing in my socks, my jock, and a thermal shirt when I felt Kyle’s strong arms circle me from behind. His hands went under my shirt and felt over my pecs.
My nipples responded eagerly to his rough hands, hard as bullets and sending electrical tingles through my body. His cupped jock bulge nestled into the valley of my ass as he continued to caress and fondle me. And I leaned right back into him. I might’ve even purred.
While I ground my ass into his jocked and cupped package, one of his hands dropped to my crotch and gripped my own cup by its edges. He started moving my cup around, pinching my nipple with his other hand while he kissed my neck feverishly. I grew instantly hard, straining against the confining cup.
Within a few minutes we were each straddling the wooden bench which ran down the center of the room, face to face. We had both pulled our cups out from the pouches of our jocks, and each pushed his sweaty cup into the face of the other guy.
We scooted closer together on the bench and got our dicks out, jacking furiously as we continued to huff on each other’s cups. Soon Kyle was gripping both our cocks in his free hand and pumping them together.
I felt a small droplet of his sperm splash on my cockhead — Kyle was about to cum. And boy did he. Kyle’s orgasm erupted in several thick milky shots that got all over both of us: on his chest, in my hair, on the bench. This of course triggered my own orgasm and I ejaculated hard all over his stomach and inner thighs.
Then it was off to the showers to clean each other up. Kyle and I hooked up many times after that, but this was the only time we got the locker room all to ourselves.
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