David the Horny Barman
Chapter 5
It was a few weeks since I had met David and things had settled down into a nice rythym of drinking, sex and more sex. He was spending more and more time at my place and we were quite comfortable with other. Scott was a little pissed off as I had not been seeing him so much but I had resolved to change that and we had been out for a drink a couple of times in the last week. I had been going to the gym regularly and David had joined the same one although, due to his shifts, we were rarely there at the same time, which wasn't a problem as we both liked to train properly when we went. A lot of guys use it as a social club but we were a bit more focused.
One afternoon I was tidying up and I noticed David's gym bag on the floor next to the door in the bedroom and as I passed it I saw his towel laying on the top, feeling it I found that it was damp so I hung it up in the bathroom. As I walked back into the bedroom I realised I had pulled his top out and it had fallen on the floor. I went to put it back into his bag when I saw the rest of his gym kit inside. I don't know why but I pulled it out and put it on the bed looking at it. His shorts, socks and top were there but then I saw a jockstrap lying in between the shorts and the socks.
Yes I know I shouldn't be looking in his stuff but as I say I was tidying up and it was on the floor & needing tidying. I picked up his jockstrap and the next thing I was holding it to my face and sniffing, at first tentatively but then strongly as the wafts of his smell hit my brain. "Oh my fucking god" I whispered as I drank in the aroma, it was so horny. Then I picked up his socks and did the same and then both together; my cock became engorged in seconds and my saliver started to flow as I could tasted him through his kit.
The smell was intoxicating the type that only a young guy can produce; sweat, crotch mingling with the odour of cock, balls with a hint of spunk -which I imagined came from the pre-cum he generated - and residue of the stronger scent of his trainers, it was just fantastic, manly and all of him.
I lay on the bed my cock straining and pulsing with desire, it felt so hard it hurt and I was worried it would break as I touched it. The thoughts of being with him were coursing through my brain, his beautiful shaft, the head of his cock and the way the precum would leak from the piss slit from early on in our sessions; the taste of that mingling with the smell of his groin and the way he looked down at me as he pushed it into my mouth; the incredibly sexy way he used to pose pulling his shirt over his head and flexing his muscles; looking at his body as he groaned and panted with excitement; the feel of his strong hands on me as he pushed me down into the bed before he slid his rock hard cock into my tight arse and the strength in his fuck as he finally entered me and took possession of me completely. All this and more was going through my head as I once again lifted his private garments up to my face and breathed in deeply.
I had not intended to have a wank that afternoon but having found this treasure and gone this far, it would have been absolutely impossible to do anything else until I had shot my load. I wanted it to last, I wanted to savour the moment and keep rubbing his clothes on my face, each time I did so the aroma hit my nostrils again and my cock got even harder. I barely had to touch it and tried to keep my hands away and lengthen the experience; I have a sport just below the head of my prick which when I touch it shoots the most amazing feelings through my body, it is the place I use when I wasn't to come quickly but now I couldn't stand it any longer, I ran my thumb gently up my shaft with the lightest of touches, it jerked fiercely desperate to cum. I was crying out loud with the sheer tormented pleasure and finally I could hold back no longer and encircled it with my right hand whilst my left pushed the erotic bundly hard into my face. The result was inevitable; my body started to shake as the spunk forced it's way, up the length of my raging hard on, through the head and spurted out of the hole, I felt the cum rushing up my cock and the glorious release as it pumped and pumped out high into the air and splashed on my stomach, my chest and a couple of the early shots hit me in the face. I don't think I have ever cum so strongly, I realised I was yelling and writhing on the bed, jerking and twitching as shot after shot escaped and splattered across my body.
Finally I slumped back down breathing heavily with my heart pounding like I had been sprinting. My energy left me in a few seconds and I just lay there exhausted with the effort, my cock glowing and still feeling like it was in orgasm as it gradually subsided. I dropped my left hand to the bed and looked around, I felt my spunk start to slide across my chest and into my neck, the splashes on my face were too much to resist and I pushed the jizz into my mouth with my fingers; I was covered and amazed at the sheer volume of cum that I had produced. For a while I was so knackered I couldn't move and then I had a very bad idea; taking his already aroma filled jock strap I dabbed at some of the spunk lying on my stomach. My idea involved hanging on to his jockstrap for another session and the thought of all that mixing with my own cum almost got me going again. I thought about how I would explain it and I decided I wouldn't say anything I'd just hide it and use it as my personal wank aid over the next few days; David would (hopefully) not notice or think he had lost it at the gym. OK not the best plan but what would you have done?
When I recovered sufficiently I walked through to the shower and reluctantly washed the mess off me and started to get ready to meet Scott in the pub.
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