Jockboy69
Jockstrap Fan
“The yoga studio is down the hall. Enjoy your class, Jake.”
“Thanks Matt.”
Matt was the cute blond twink who was the manager of the yoga studio I was trying out. I had just moved into the neighborhood and thought I’d try this place out. I entered the warm studio. I looked around and it was all women in the class. I found a spot on the floor, set up my mat and took off my shirt (it was a hot yoga class and I usually practice topless). I closed my eyes and started clearing my mind in preparation for the class. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that another guy had taken the open spot in front of me. I could see him in the mirror—he was topless as well and boy was he hot. He had dark wavy hair, hairy pecs and a treasure trail the lead down to what looked like a very ample package. His shorts came up midway on his hairy thighs and accentuated a very nice bubble butt too.
We began the flow sequences. He obviously knew what he was doing as he flowed gracefully between the postures. As the class progressed, his body began to glisten as the sweat built up on his body. His shorts clung to his butt even more revealing the outline of the straps of his jock. The waistband of his Bike jockstrap also peeked out from his shorts. Damn, I could feel myself getting hard within the confines of my jock.
After class he turned around and introduced himself. His name was Dave. We walked together to the lockerroom. I told him that I had just moved into the neighborhood and found out that he lived a block away from me.
In the lockerroom, he stripped off his shorts—I almost came in my jock because he was so gorgeous. I turned my back to him as I removed my shorts because I didn’t want him to see my hard on. To my surprise, he came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around me. I felt his body heat and damp chest hair against my back. His hard cock encased in his jock pressed against my asscrack. He whispered in my ear, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like what you see?” I turned my head and our mouths met. Our lips parted and our tongues found each other—I had to have more. I turned around and worked my way down his hard body. My lips found his nipple—it tasted of salt from his sweat. I continued working my way down until I reached his jockpouch. I buried my face in his crotch and inhaled deeply enjoying his manmusk. I began sucking on the material of his jock savoring his salty/funky taste.
“Go ahead, I know you want it, cocksucker.” I didn’t need further invitation. I pulled his jock down. His hard on hit me on the face. I looked at it appreciatively. His pubes were trimmed making his cock look bigger. A drop of precum formed on the purple head of his dick. I licked the tip of his head and savored the sweetness. I ran my tongue down the underside of his shaft and continued down to his shaved ballsack. It was a unique sensation as the tasted changed from sweet to salty to funky as I reached his smooth scrotum. I wrapped my lips around his engorged manhood and began to work him over swirling my tongue around the head before taking down my throat. Dave moaned appreciatively, “damn you’re a good cocksucker. You like sucking my dick?” I mumbled yes as I took deeper down my throat. He began face fucking me, pumping in and out. Sometimes he would thrust deeply making me gag. “Yeah, that’s it, let’s see you choke on my cock.” I was in heaven
He eventually pulled out and had me stratal the bench. He spread my asscheeks and proceeded to tongue fuck my ass. I moaned as he drilled his tongue deeper and deeper into my hole. I could feel his scratchy beard scrape across my smooth asscheeks. He would periodically slap my ass or snap the legstraps of my jock.
He spat into my hole and started slowly inserting a finger into my waiting hole. “You’ve got a nice tight hole—I’m going to love fucking your manpussy.” Soon one finger was replaced with two, then three. Even though he stretched me out, I wasn’t prepared for his huge cock. I winced in pain as he pushed into me more and more. He grabbed his jock that was lying there and put it over my face to muffle my cries of pain. The manly smell just made me want it more. I pushed back onto him as I felt his cock enter me and hit my prostate.
I was enjoying the thorough fucking he was giving me when I felt another cock in front of me slapping my face. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Matt the manager waving his shlong in front of my face. I opened my mouth and he instantly thrust his cock into my waiting mouth.
“Isn’t he a good cocksucker?” said Dave
“Fuck yeah,” responded Matt. This was a new experience for me—I had never been spit roasted.
I reached between Matt’s legs and started massaging his dangling ballsack. I continued moving between his legs inserting my finger into his damp rosebud. His hole didn’t resist me, rather it opened up letting my finger glide in. I began tickling his prostate with my finger and massaging his perineum with my thumb. I was driving Matt wild as he bucked and fucked my mouth more vigorously. I began squeezing my manpussy muscles around Dave’s thrusting cock. It was long before I could feel Matt’s scrotum tighten up and fill my mouth with his manjuice. This caused a chain reaction—Dave grunted fuck and filled my hole with his hot jism. That was enough to push me over the edge—I had my first hands-free orgasm. I could feel my hot spunk fill my sweaty jock bathing my dick in its warm stickiness. We all collapsed into a sweaty, sperm covered heap.
This was the first of many times we got together as fuck buddies. We even used my sperm-soaked jock for a game—whoever came first had to wear my cum-filled jock the next time we got together while the other two fucked him. Sometimes it was hard not to lose on purpose!
“Thanks Matt.”
Matt was the cute blond twink who was the manager of the yoga studio I was trying out. I had just moved into the neighborhood and thought I’d try this place out. I entered the warm studio. I looked around and it was all women in the class. I found a spot on the floor, set up my mat and took off my shirt (it was a hot yoga class and I usually practice topless). I closed my eyes and started clearing my mind in preparation for the class. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that another guy had taken the open spot in front of me. I could see him in the mirror—he was topless as well and boy was he hot. He had dark wavy hair, hairy pecs and a treasure trail the lead down to what looked like a very ample package. His shorts came up midway on his hairy thighs and accentuated a very nice bubble butt too.
We began the flow sequences. He obviously knew what he was doing as he flowed gracefully between the postures. As the class progressed, his body began to glisten as the sweat built up on his body. His shorts clung to his butt even more revealing the outline of the straps of his jock. The waistband of his Bike jockstrap also peeked out from his shorts. Damn, I could feel myself getting hard within the confines of my jock.
After class he turned around and introduced himself. His name was Dave. We walked together to the lockerroom. I told him that I had just moved into the neighborhood and found out that he lived a block away from me.
In the lockerroom, he stripped off his shorts—I almost came in my jock because he was so gorgeous. I turned my back to him as I removed my shorts because I didn’t want him to see my hard on. To my surprise, he came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around me. I felt his body heat and damp chest hair against my back. His hard cock encased in his jock pressed against my asscrack. He whispered in my ear, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like what you see?” I turned my head and our mouths met. Our lips parted and our tongues found each other—I had to have more. I turned around and worked my way down his hard body. My lips found his nipple—it tasted of salt from his sweat. I continued working my way down until I reached his jockpouch. I buried my face in his crotch and inhaled deeply enjoying his manmusk. I began sucking on the material of his jock savoring his salty/funky taste.
“Go ahead, I know you want it, cocksucker.” I didn’t need further invitation. I pulled his jock down. His hard on hit me on the face. I looked at it appreciatively. His pubes were trimmed making his cock look bigger. A drop of precum formed on the purple head of his dick. I licked the tip of his head and savored the sweetness. I ran my tongue down the underside of his shaft and continued down to his shaved ballsack. It was a unique sensation as the tasted changed from sweet to salty to funky as I reached his smooth scrotum. I wrapped my lips around his engorged manhood and began to work him over swirling my tongue around the head before taking down my throat. Dave moaned appreciatively, “damn you’re a good cocksucker. You like sucking my dick?” I mumbled yes as I took deeper down my throat. He began face fucking me, pumping in and out. Sometimes he would thrust deeply making me gag. “Yeah, that’s it, let’s see you choke on my cock.” I was in heaven
He eventually pulled out and had me stratal the bench. He spread my asscheeks and proceeded to tongue fuck my ass. I moaned as he drilled his tongue deeper and deeper into my hole. I could feel his scratchy beard scrape across my smooth asscheeks. He would periodically slap my ass or snap the legstraps of my jock.
He spat into my hole and started slowly inserting a finger into my waiting hole. “You’ve got a nice tight hole—I’m going to love fucking your manpussy.” Soon one finger was replaced with two, then three. Even though he stretched me out, I wasn’t prepared for his huge cock. I winced in pain as he pushed into me more and more. He grabbed his jock that was lying there and put it over my face to muffle my cries of pain. The manly smell just made me want it more. I pushed back onto him as I felt his cock enter me and hit my prostate.
I was enjoying the thorough fucking he was giving me when I felt another cock in front of me slapping my face. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Matt the manager waving his shlong in front of my face. I opened my mouth and he instantly thrust his cock into my waiting mouth.
“Isn’t he a good cocksucker?” said Dave
“Fuck yeah,” responded Matt. This was a new experience for me—I had never been spit roasted.
I reached between Matt’s legs and started massaging his dangling ballsack. I continued moving between his legs inserting my finger into his damp rosebud. His hole didn’t resist me, rather it opened up letting my finger glide in. I began tickling his prostate with my finger and massaging his perineum with my thumb. I was driving Matt wild as he bucked and fucked my mouth more vigorously. I began squeezing my manpussy muscles around Dave’s thrusting cock. It was long before I could feel Matt’s scrotum tighten up and fill my mouth with his manjuice. This caused a chain reaction—Dave grunted fuck and filled my hole with his hot jism. That was enough to push me over the edge—I had my first hands-free orgasm. I could feel my hot spunk fill my sweaty jock bathing my dick in its warm stickiness. We all collapsed into a sweaty, sperm covered heap.
This was the first of many times we got together as fuck buddies. We even used my sperm-soaked jock for a game—whoever came first had to wear my cum-filled jock the next time we got together while the other two fucked him. Sometimes it was hard not to lose on purpose!