A LOT IN COMMON UNDERNEATH by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2005 by the author.
Author's note: This story is very loosely based on a "Memory" found on Allkink's Jockstrap Locker Room, www.allkink.com. My apologies to the anonymous author of the original whom I cannot acknowledge by name. KN
Years ago, I had a job that kept me on the road a lot. Sometimes I had to share a room. On one trip I went with Ethan, who had been at the company only a few months. We got along well at work, even though he was married and I was gay. He knew about me and didn't seem to have a problem with it. It's not like he had to be seen with a flaming queen in public. I kept my private life private and to the outside world I looked and acted pretty conservative. Underneath, though, I liked to freeball or wear a jock, even to work. It was my quiet way of making a statement, and besides, it felt great.
I didn't figure anything was going to happen on this trip. Ethan was straight, and we were both workaholics. Besides, we knew this was an important assignment. Still, I was looking forward to getting a chance to check him out. Ethan was a good-looking guy, a little younger than me, with a solid, not fat, body and a neatly trimmed reddish beard. My guess was he had lots of body hair, which I've always liked on a man.
We got to our hotel late. There was just enough time for me to check my e-mail on my laptop, which I set up on the desk. After I did that I was so beat that I staggered into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, stripped and got into my bed, naked.
I saw Ethan shoot me a look when I took off my clothes. He must have seen I wasn't wearing underwear. Interesting that he'd noticed. He got into his bed dressed in white Jockey shorts. As I'd guessed his chest was covered with copper-colored hair. As tired as I was my cock stirred at the sight. I was glad I was underneath the covers so he couldn't see.
The next morning I got out of bed, showered and came out of the bathroom naked, holding my towel. Ethan was awake but still in bed.
"Up and at 'em, big fella," I said. I couldn't help noticing his eyes flickering down my body. Well, why not? I kept myself in shape and was proud of it. In another moment it was my turn to look as he threw back the covers and got out of bed, yawning.
"Wish I could spend another hour in bed," he said. To my disappointment he went into the bathroom still wearing his shorts.
It was going to be a long business day and I didn't quite feel like freeballing the whole time, so I put on a jock, a broken-in Bike No. 10, very comfortable. When Ethan came out I still hadn't gotten dressed. He grinned.
"Up and at 'em, big fella," he said.
"Yeah, yeah," I said, pretending to be annoyed as I got fresh clothes out of the closet.
"Didn't know anyone still wore those things," he remarked, pointing at my jock.
"Okay, make me feel like a dork," I said, kidding him.
"You like wearing that?"
"Sure I do," I said, my interest perking up. Why was a straight married guy so interested in my underwear?
"Always thought they made high school boys wear 'em to keep them from jacking off," Ethan said.
"Never stops me," I said, and we both laughed. At that point we realized we were running late so that was the end of that conversation. Still, I thought back to it a couple of times later that day.
It was about 10:00 pm, and we were back at the room, sitting on our beds watching television. We'd picked up a six-pack on the way back to the hotel and were enjoying a nightcap. It had been a productive but long day and we were both beat. I wasn't too tired to cop furtive looks at my suitemate, though. Ethan had taken off his shirt and unzipped his pants as soon as he'd gotten in the room.
I noticed that every once in while he'd stop looking at the TV screen and let his eyes wander across the room. After a while I started to wonder what he was looking at. I shot a look over there myself and nearly fainted. My laptop was facing us. It had switched to screensaver mode and was running one that I had designed myself-naked vidcaps of the hunky cast of Oz, the HBO prison show.
Ethan spoke just at that moment. "That was a good show," he said.
"What?" I said, stupidly, still blushing at my indiscretion.
He nodded in the direction of my computer. "The one you got those pictures from."
"Oh. Right. Yeah, it was," I said, inwardly cursing myself for sounding so lame. For the second time that day, though, I was surprised and intrigued. My married co-worker had first commented on my underwear, and now he'd let me know he was cool with my slideshow of naked men.
I thought about it, then made up my mind. I stood and stripped down to my jock. Ethan laughed.
"I'm surprised you waited so long to do that," he said.
"Do what?"
"Get naked." He paused. "I think I'll join you."
He stood up and took off his pants, and I didn't even try to hide my stare. He had been freeballing all day. His cock was surrounded by the thickest bush I've ever seen, and his ass was muscular and very hairy.
"Where's your underwear?" I asked.
Ethan snickered. "What, only gay guys can go commando? You know it ups your sperm count. Helps your wife have babies."
All I could say was, "Whatever." I flopped back down on the bed, taking a swig of beer and trying to calm down. My co-worker was definitely up to something.
We went back to watching TV in silence, but I noticed that Ethan kept eyeing my jock. One more beer and I decided to up the ante. I peeled the Bike off and tossed it on the floor between our beds. My half-swollen cock flopped out onto my stomach.
Ethan looked at the jock I'd thrown on the floor, then looked at me. I stared back, daring him to say something. He grinned.
"Slob," he said. "You pick that skanky thing up off the floor."
"Make me," I replied.
"You asked for it." With that, he bounded off his bed and onto mine, trying to pull me to the floor. We laughed as we tussled but quickly it turned into a real contest of strength. We both started sweating as we continued to wrestle. Ethan wasn't as big as me but he was skillful and agile. Finally he had me pinned on the bed face down, one arm behind my back.
"Say you surrender," he panted.
"Fuck you," I spat back. He jerked my arm upward until I shouted with pain. "Okay, okay! I surrender!"
He let me go and stood, breathing hard. I stayed on my stomach, partly because I was winded, but also because I was throwing major wood from the excitement of our contact and I didn't want him to see.
"Did I ever tell you I wrestled in college?"
I snorted. "Asshole."
"Hey! None of that profanity." I looked up at him. Ethan snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. "Now pick up that jock, or I'll put another hold on you."
His cock was sticking out at an angle from his body. It was very definitely larger than it had been earlier. This was turning him on as much as it was me. I decided to force the issue. I stood up and faced him. There was no way he couldn't see my erection.
We stayed frozen in position for a long moment, chests heaving, staring into each other's eyes.
Then I reached my hand out and grasped his cock, and slowly started to stroke it. At any moment I expected him to back away, or grab my hand and ask what the hell I thought I was doing. Nothing happened. I finally dared to look up at him. To my relief there was a hint of a smile on his lips.
"What about that jock?" he asked.
"Okay, I'll pick it up. But first I have to service you."
"Service me?"
"Sure," I said, taking my life in my hands. "I lost. Loser has to service the winner, right?"
Ethan didn't reply, just laughed a little. I took that as a yes and knelt before him, feeling the rug scratching my knees, still hardly believing my luck. I grasped his meaty butt cheeks and leaned toward him till I could smell his musky scent, feel the heat rising from his crotch. I didn't take his cock in my mouth right away but let it bump against my face, closing my eyes, enjoying its steely heat and the drop of moisture from its tip that clung to my cheek.
Finally I couldn't wait any longer. I stuck my tongue out and felt it contact the skin of the head, smooth and hard. I licked at the cleft at the tip, sucking out some more of his salty precum, before finally engulfing him all at once, shoving my head forward until my forehead was pressed against his stomach and my face was buried in Ethan's coarse pubic hair. It tickled my nose and I stifled a sneeze.
A moan rose from Ethan's throat. His hands were in my hair. My own cock was so hard it was painful. Where I was now was beyond my wildest dreams. I worked hard to get what I wanted before he came to his senses, sliding back and forth on his veined shaft, twisting my head to give him maximum sensation, lubricating him with so much spit it ran down my chin and dripped onto the carpet beneath us.
My efforts were rewarded when my clutching hands felt his thigh muscles tighten. A moment after that Ethan began to grunt as his hands grabbed my head, holding it in a viselike grip as he began to fuck my face with quick brutal thrusts. I gagged repeatedly but held on for dear life. Just as I reached the limits of my endurance Ethan emitted a wordless howl of ecstasy. Simultaneously I felt his cock come to life, filling my mouth with his thick salty cum. I gulped it down as fast it came gushing out, keeping my face buried in his crotch, determined to get every drop.
Ethan's shouts turned into gasps for air and he sagged forward against me. I let his softening cock go, shiny with my spit and his semen, and began to lick it clean. After a moment he pulled back.
"Don't...can't take any more...too sensitive."
I nodded and let him go. My friend turned and sat down with a thud on the bed, clutching the side of the mattress, looking thoroughly winded. I stayed on the floor, watching him come down from his sexual high, a bit nervous about what his reaction would be.
Ethan raised his head and our eyes met. I held my breath until I saw his smile.
"You swallowed," he said. "Every drop."
"Yeah," I agreed.
He shook his head with a wondering air. "My wife never does that. Hates the taste. You like it?"
"Love it." I shrugged. "That's why they call us queer, I guess."
He frowned. "You're not queer."
I chuckled. "It's no big deal, Ethan."
He shook his head again. "I've sure learned a lot tonight." He opened his mouth in a tremendous yawn. "Well, buddy, I'm beat. Okay if we get some sleep?"
"Sure," I said, though I was aware of my aching balls and still semi-hard cock. I'd wait to relieve myself until Ethan went to sleep. At least it seemed we were still friends.
I'd just settled in and closed my eyes when Ethan said, "Hey Mike."
"What?"
I opened my eyes and looked over at his bed.
"Thanks, man. That was great."
My heart gave a leap but I didn't let anything show on my face. "No problem." I remembered something then. I got up, picked up my jock that had started it all and tossed it on his bed.
"What am I supposed to do with that?" Ethan asked.
I looked him in the eye. "Keep it. It's yours. Until our next trip together."
Ethan stared a moment. Then he took the jock, got out of bed and slipped it on. "What do you think?" he asked.
My only answer was a groan.
"What?" he said, looking concerned.
I gestured at my crotch. I was fully hard again. "Look what you've gone and done. Now how am I supposed to get to sleep?"
He grinned. "Guess you'll have to take care of it."
I'd secretly been hoping he'd offer to do exactly that. Still, the thought of jacking off in front of my friend was hot enough. I lay on my back and began to pull on my cock, fast and furious, not taking my eyes off him for one second. Ethan stood, hands on hips, looking amused and a bit puzzled at my frenzy.
"Turn around and get on the bed on your hands and knees," I told him.
"What?"
I repeated my instructions. "You mean like this?" he asked, kneeling on the bed so that his furry butt, framed by the straps of the jock, was pointed directly at me. His hairy crack parted just enough for me to catch a glimpse of rosy pink.
"Fuck yeah, just like that. Oh yeah," I mumbled, as my hand moved even faster. "Mmm...yeah...YEAH!" I shouted, as the orgasm overtook me and hot spurts shot out of my cock and over my stomach and chest.
After a while I caught my breath and opened my eyes. Ethan was lying on his back, head propped up on one elbow, looking at me.
"Wow, you really shot a big one."
I felt something I couldn't explain, joy and despair all mixed together. "Do you know how hot you are?"
He shook his head. "Me, hot? No way."
"Yes, you are. You're a god among men."
Ethan grinned, blushing. "Mike, you're weird."
"Nah, just queer," I said, reaching over and grabbing a handy t-shirt to clean myself up. And you're straight, Ethan, and what the hell just happened?
I decided not to push for answers right at the moment. We said our goodnights, got in bed and turned out the lights. In a moment I was drifting off to sleep. It had been a night of surprises. I hoped there'd be more nights like it.
TO BE CONTINUED