BULGEHOUND
Jockstrap Fan
A pic just posted here of a stud in his CUP had a motorcycle in the background. Reminds me of an actual experience I had many years ago. The filling station I frequented had a pump jockey who was your quintessential «Marlboro Man» — tall, lean, HARD, and wearing cowboy boots and skin-tight Wranglers which always showed an ample BULGE right at open window level. His polite chatter always ended with «... will there be anything else SIR...» to which I never summoned the courage to verbalise what I REALLY wanted: ««Yes, what's making those jeans BULGE so invitingly!»».
However, on one visit there was shiny new Harley-Davidson parked in a corner of the apron. «Nice bike» I chatted... ««Oh, yeah! It's mine»» came the reply. ««Wanna take a spin with me»». Well, who could resist that invitation. His shift was nearly over and the boss waved us off for a little demo ride. Seated behind him and trying to be discreet, when we hit the highway he gave The Beast a few short «guns» and then shouted back to be «better hold on tight» while quickly grabbing one of my wrists and planting my hand dangerously BELOW his belt. I voluntarily placed my other hand similarly only to find HIS hand pushing MY hands deeper and deeper until I was cupping his stuff at which point he really gunned the beast. So there I was with arms around that studly body, hands pressing on his now-raging-hard dick, and we're careening down the highway at 120mph! Not much farther, he slowed down and veered into a small park beside a lake. ««I need to take a leak...»» He parked the bike and sauntered down the path, standing on the shore of the lake, and stood splay-legged but not «finishing» — nerdy me not tweaking. Finally he shouted over his shoulder «I think I need some help over here» so, I walked towards him and as I came near he spun around facing me with a huge inviting cowboy grin and stroking his magnificent throbbing manhood sliding the foreskin slowly and sensouously over its purple head. ««try it....you'll like it»» and, of course, who could possibly resist.... On the ride back I kept my arms and hands ABOVE his belt — slowly massaging his muscular torso. Getting off the bike his bulge was even more magnificent than usual. With typical «cowboy» deference he asked «Did you like that?» and before I could answer with a quick bone-crushing handshake, turned, jumped on the bike and rode off. The boss, meanwhile waved at me from the doorway with a huge grin on his face and shouted: «see you SOON again...». Well, in fact, I did continue to patronize that station but that studly pump jockey never again asked «will there be someting else SIR» while I got knowing glances from the boss when I went inside to use their credit card machine. Much later, I discovered that the boss was «DAD» and had been proud of his son's sexual prowess until a gone-wrong «service» was brought to the attention of the petroleum corporation. That unfortunate incident cut-short what, on that exciting bike ride had looked so promising.
However, on one visit there was shiny new Harley-Davidson parked in a corner of the apron. «Nice bike» I chatted... ««Oh, yeah! It's mine»» came the reply. ««Wanna take a spin with me»». Well, who could resist that invitation. His shift was nearly over and the boss waved us off for a little demo ride. Seated behind him and trying to be discreet, when we hit the highway he gave The Beast a few short «guns» and then shouted back to be «better hold on tight» while quickly grabbing one of my wrists and planting my hand dangerously BELOW his belt. I voluntarily placed my other hand similarly only to find HIS hand pushing MY hands deeper and deeper until I was cupping his stuff at which point he really gunned the beast. So there I was with arms around that studly body, hands pressing on his now-raging-hard dick, and we're careening down the highway at 120mph! Not much farther, he slowed down and veered into a small park beside a lake. ««I need to take a leak...»» He parked the bike and sauntered down the path, standing on the shore of the lake, and stood splay-legged but not «finishing» — nerdy me not tweaking. Finally he shouted over his shoulder «I think I need some help over here» so, I walked towards him and as I came near he spun around facing me with a huge inviting cowboy grin and stroking his magnificent throbbing manhood sliding the foreskin slowly and sensouously over its purple head. ««try it....you'll like it»» and, of course, who could possibly resist.... On the ride back I kept my arms and hands ABOVE his belt — slowly massaging his muscular torso. Getting off the bike his bulge was even more magnificent than usual. With typical «cowboy» deference he asked «Did you like that?» and before I could answer with a quick bone-crushing handshake, turned, jumped on the bike and rode off. The boss, meanwhile waved at me from the doorway with a huge grin on his face and shouted: «see you SOON again...». Well, in fact, I did continue to patronize that station but that studly pump jockey never again asked «will there be someting else SIR» while I got knowing glances from the boss when I went inside to use their credit card machine. Much later, I discovered that the boss was «DAD» and had been proud of his son's sexual prowess until a gone-wrong «service» was brought to the attention of the petroleum corporation. That unfortunate incident cut-short what, on that exciting bike ride had looked so promising.