Jockboy69
Jockstrap Fan
This is a continuation of the Midnight Run story that @rutter222 posted. Thanks to @rutter222 for allowing me to add the next installment. I invite someone else to take up the torch and write the next installment. I hope you enjoy part 2.
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The truck stopped in front of me and the driver switched off the engine. Because of the bright headlights, I couldn’t see who the driver was. Time seemed to stand still as my heart raced and my cock stiffened. The door of the truck opened and the driver got out and walked towards me. I gasped as he came into view. He was probably in his late 50s with wavy silver hair and piercing blue eyes. His tight white t-shirt outlined his well-developed pecs, abs and perky nipples. My eyes continued to scan down his body. He was wearing jeans that showed off a very healthy bulge.
He stepped closer and looked me straight in the eye. He smelled so masculine—sandalwood and leather that accentuated his natural manmusk.
“Whatcha doing there, boy?” His deep, resonant voice shook my body.
“Nnn-nothing sir.”
He looked down and grabbed my crotch. I almost creamed in my jock!
“That doesn’t look like nothing, boy.” He released my hard cock and brought his hand up to his nose and inhaled. “Nice.”
He suddenly ripped my tank top open. My naked torso, covered with sweat, glistened as he ran his hands across my pecs. I rapidly sucked in as he tweaked my nipple. “Very nice. I know you’re here looking for cock, aren’t you, boy?” I nodded.
“I can’t hear you, boy”
“I’m looking for cock”
“I still can’t hear you”
“I’m looking for cock, sir.”
“That’s better. Whose cock are you looking for, boy?”
“Your’s sir.”
He undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. I licked my lips in anticipation as he put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. I was inches away from his massive cock that was held in place by his jock. The aroma of his manmusk made me swoon! I reached up and cupped his cock and balls. I could feel the dampness of his sweat-soaked jock.
“May I suck your cock, sir?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He guided his cock and balls out of the confines of his jock. I admired his 8-in stiff cock. It was very veiny and his loose foreskin was partially retracted revealing his precum-coated cock head. A string of precum began dripping from his dick which I quickly lapped up. I ran my tongue down the length of his cock savoring the salty taste of his mansweat and the aroma emanating from his large ballsac.
He grabbed his cock and started slapping my face with it. “Open up, boy.” He didn’t have to ask twice. I opened my mouth and he slipped his rod in. I worked his foreskin running my tongue between the loose folds and his cock head before taking him deeper. “That’s a good cocksucker,” he said as he rammed himself deeper down my throat. “Get my cock nice and wet.” He face fucked me pushing himself deeper and deeper making me gag. Tears streamed down my face as saliva poured out of my mouth bathing his cock and balls.
He pulled out and bent me over the hood of my car. He ripped the remnants of my tank top off. My smooth sweaty ass framed by my jockstrap glowed in the moonlight. I felt a sharp sting as he slapped my ass. The pain of the sting was nothing compared to his cock invading my hole. My scream of pain was muffled by my tanktop that he stuffed in my mouth before plunging into my mancunt. Pain gave way to pleasure as he worked me over—short quick jabs, long slow thrusts. I was in heaven! My cock was still encased in my sweat and precum-soaked jockstrap. God I needed release.
He pulled out and pushed me to my knees again. He ordered me to play with my nipples as he stroked his cock. I could see his ballsac tightening and knew that he was about to blow his load. He grunted as arc after arc of white manjuice hit me in my face, lips and pecs. The combination of the taste and smell of his fresh semen along with my tweaking my nipples was enough to set me over the edge. I could feel my own cock erupting bathing my cock and balls with cum in my jockstrap.
We were both still panting in a post-orgasmic state and didn’t realize that someone had been watching.
“Nice show George. Do you think he’s up for more?”
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Is he up for more? I invite someone else to write Part 3.
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The truck stopped in front of me and the driver switched off the engine. Because of the bright headlights, I couldn’t see who the driver was. Time seemed to stand still as my heart raced and my cock stiffened. The door of the truck opened and the driver got out and walked towards me. I gasped as he came into view. He was probably in his late 50s with wavy silver hair and piercing blue eyes. His tight white t-shirt outlined his well-developed pecs, abs and perky nipples. My eyes continued to scan down his body. He was wearing jeans that showed off a very healthy bulge.
He stepped closer and looked me straight in the eye. He smelled so masculine—sandalwood and leather that accentuated his natural manmusk.
“Whatcha doing there, boy?” His deep, resonant voice shook my body.
“Nnn-nothing sir.”
He looked down and grabbed my crotch. I almost creamed in my jock!
“That doesn’t look like nothing, boy.” He released my hard cock and brought his hand up to his nose and inhaled. “Nice.”
He suddenly ripped my tank top open. My naked torso, covered with sweat, glistened as he ran his hands across my pecs. I rapidly sucked in as he tweaked my nipple. “Very nice. I know you’re here looking for cock, aren’t you, boy?” I nodded.
“I can’t hear you, boy”
“I’m looking for cock”
“I still can’t hear you”
“I’m looking for cock, sir.”
“That’s better. Whose cock are you looking for, boy?”
“Your’s sir.”
He undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. I licked my lips in anticipation as he put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. I was inches away from his massive cock that was held in place by his jock. The aroma of his manmusk made me swoon! I reached up and cupped his cock and balls. I could feel the dampness of his sweat-soaked jock.
“May I suck your cock, sir?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He guided his cock and balls out of the confines of his jock. I admired his 8-in stiff cock. It was very veiny and his loose foreskin was partially retracted revealing his precum-coated cock head. A string of precum began dripping from his dick which I quickly lapped up. I ran my tongue down the length of his cock savoring the salty taste of his mansweat and the aroma emanating from his large ballsac.
He grabbed his cock and started slapping my face with it. “Open up, boy.” He didn’t have to ask twice. I opened my mouth and he slipped his rod in. I worked his foreskin running my tongue between the loose folds and his cock head before taking him deeper. “That’s a good cocksucker,” he said as he rammed himself deeper down my throat. “Get my cock nice and wet.” He face fucked me pushing himself deeper and deeper making me gag. Tears streamed down my face as saliva poured out of my mouth bathing his cock and balls.
He pulled out and bent me over the hood of my car. He ripped the remnants of my tank top off. My smooth sweaty ass framed by my jockstrap glowed in the moonlight. I felt a sharp sting as he slapped my ass. The pain of the sting was nothing compared to his cock invading my hole. My scream of pain was muffled by my tanktop that he stuffed in my mouth before plunging into my mancunt. Pain gave way to pleasure as he worked me over—short quick jabs, long slow thrusts. I was in heaven! My cock was still encased in my sweat and precum-soaked jockstrap. God I needed release.
He pulled out and pushed me to my knees again. He ordered me to play with my nipples as he stroked his cock. I could see his ballsac tightening and knew that he was about to blow his load. He grunted as arc after arc of white manjuice hit me in my face, lips and pecs. The combination of the taste and smell of his fresh semen along with my tweaking my nipples was enough to set me over the edge. I could feel my own cock erupting bathing my cock and balls with cum in my jockstrap.
We were both still panting in a post-orgasmic state and didn’t realize that someone had been watching.
“Nice show George. Do you think he’s up for more?”
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Is he up for more? I invite someone else to write Part 3.
