Nothing gets me hotter than hairy men and jockstraps, cum and piss stained jocks. Put the two together and I'm all over it!
It started when I was 17 when my older brother Brian came home from college one break with one of his buddies - Andy LeBeau. Brian is short & stocky, a wrestler, Andy is tall and husky. The first time I saw him walking around in just shorts I threw a bone so fast I had to leave the room. I tried to avoid the two as much as I could, I didn't want my brother to find out I was into dick.
A few days after they arrived, my folks announce they're going to take us all to the beach for the weekend. Just great, I'm walking around with a continual hard-on that I can at least hide under my pants - what am I going to do in a swimsuit? I tried every excuse I could think of to get out of going but no luck.
The next morning I find myself squeezed between Brian and Andy in the back of my dad's car. I focus on the book I'm ready but my eyes keep stealing looks at Andy, well the lower half of Andy. The black whorls of hair covering his powerful legs stand out against the white shorts. After a few hours the weather begins to warm and it's difficult to concentrate on my reading as I start falling asleep. A few seconds later I feel Andy move and suddenly I'm wide-awake. His sweaty leg is plastered against mine as he shifts in his sleep trying to get comfortable. My dick throbs, covered not only by a jockstrap but a pair of jockeys over that. He reaches into his crotch pulling aside his shorts and jock. I stare as his fingers scratch and tug on a big hairy nut. My cock twitches and I feel a stream of pre-cum oozing...
I sit forward as fast as I can and start talking to my parents in the front seat. Uncomfortable as it was that's how I spent the rest of the trip. We had two rented cabins right on the beach. It was perfect until they told me I had to stay in the smaller of the two, a one bedroom that I had to share with 'the guys' and I'd be sleeping on the couch. After unpacking the car we had lunch then Brian and Andy went back to the cabin to change for the beach. I stayed with mom & dad long enough so they'd be gone before I went to change.
I needed some privacy to release the pressure in my balls. I couldn't get the picture of Andy's crotch out of my mind. It was all I could think about walking back to the cabin. As I opened the door Andy came barreling out and ran right into me, my face slammed against chest, for a second my world was black curly hair and sweat. He stumble back, apologized and ran off. I called for my brother as I shut the door. I tentatively walked into the bedroom to make sure I was alone.
I quickly slipped of my clothes and started stroking myself off in front of the mirror. My balls aching to empty their load. My eye caught the rumpled pile of clothes in the corner - Andy's. I couldn't stop myself as I picked up the t-shirt...the head of my cock was dripping. Picking up the shorts his jockstrap fell out. I couldn't' stop myself as I lifted it to my nose inhaling his damp sweat. My pounding dick realized before my brain that the jock wasn't just wet from perspiration, just before I'd arrived Andy jacked-off and shot off into the cup of his strap. I started to cream and pointed my spurting dick-head into this jock, pumping 4, 5, 6 thick ropes of cum onto the already drenched material.
I quickly put his clothes back and changed into my swim trunks as I heard someone calling my name. I had a great time the rest of the day, starting a nice tan and goofing off in the ocean. The guys took off right after eating and I watched TV with my folks until about 10.
Andy was laying on the sofa reading when I got back to the cabin. I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed when he came in.
"You lucked out and don't have to sleep on the couch, you can use the other bed since Brian won't be back tonight."
"Why?" I asked. "Where is he?"
"As soon as he heard we were coming here, he called his girlfriend and she's staying at a motel. Guess he needed someone to get his rocks off. Shit, wish I could get some action." Cupping his groin as he said it.
"Really, I don't mind the couch." I wouldn't sleep if he was in the next bed.
"C'mon Johnny, I don't snore...too loud."
I finished brushing my teeth as he started stripping down to his jock - the jock. I was shaking as I went into the bedroom leaving him in the bathroom. I stripped to my shorts and dove into bed. I didn't want him to see how turned-on he made me. I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable finally settling down as he came into the room.
"Johnny, you asleep?" He whispered to me. I didn't answer, keeping my eyes shut, breathing as evenly as I could.
"Yeah," I heard him whisper. "I wish I could get some action. Oh, yeah."
I cautiously opened one eye. The moon was shining just enough as if the lights were on low. Andy stood in front of the mirror, the high rounded checks of his fuzzy ass framed in the straps of his jock. He cooed as his hand cupped, groped his crotch. My hand found it's way under the band of my shorts and fingered my hard pole.
"Feels so good stroking my cock, ohhh, so fucking horny." He turned around as he spoke. I only caught a brief glimpse of his thick meat jutting against his jock. I heard him pull back the sheets and get into bed, he continued whispering.
"Hey Johnny boy, I hope your asleep...and if you aren't I hope you don't mind me beating off, sorry if I get a little noisy but I got one hell of a hard-on that won't go away unless I empty my nuts."
I took a chance, opening my eyes just a bit. He lay on the bed, legs spread with one hand running up and down the length of the still covered shaft.
"Problem is this big hairy goose eggs never get drained." He grabbed his balls and squeezed, his cock jumped. "Ungh, gonna throw a hot load tonight!"
He finally slipped of the jock and lay back grabbing his balls and I got a good look at his 8 1/2 slab as it stood up straight, the rounded head covered with silvery fluid, every bulging vein, I was so close to losing it I was shaking.
"A hand massaging..." He pumped slowly. "a mouth kissing my knob..." He rubbed it. "Making me cum, gonna have to shoot my load." He stroked his shaft, mumbling and moaning, breathe becoming deeper and shorter until one final cry he came. He pounded his spurting dick as thick ropes of cum rained again and again onto his heaving stomach. He drained the last few drops then mopped up his cream with the jock before tossing aside.
It only took a few minutes and he began to softly snore. I reached between the beds and grabbed his spunk filled jockstrap. My tongue flicked his sweet-salty juice, I chewed, gnawed savoring the taste of his cum. I stifled the moans with his jock when I went over the edge. The first blast went over my shoulder before I managed to get the damp pouch over my cock-knob and pumped out the rest of my load.
I woke up slowly the next morning, my hand instinctively in my crotch. I heard Andy in the bathroom so I lazily fondled my growing erection thinking about last night's activities. His jock lay where I threw it, it was damp and I couldn't help myself. The scent of cum was so strong. I tossed the sheet back and began a to slowly stroke.
"Johnny, I think that's mine."
I froze.
"C'mon Johnny, give it to me."
Red faced, I looked over as Andy got out of bed. He was hard, not the morning woodie hard, but jack off hard. He grabbed the jock and sniffed.
"You like how that smells Johnny boy?"
I didn't' know what to say. He slipped it on, his cock standing tall, the reddened knob bulging against the elastic. He rubbed the pouch and held his fingers to my nose.
"Ripe isn't it?"
I still couldn't say anything.
He moved toward me, straddling the bed. I sat up but instead of reaching out to push him away all I could do was pull him closer.
"Yes," he hissed as he rubbed his crotch into my face.
My mouth opened, I licked and sucked his sweaty groin. My tongue darted all over trying to taste every inch. His fingers inched down my chest, across my belly and wrapped around my throbbing dick. I pumped furiously into his hand.
"Not yet, Johnny, not yet." He pulled back off the bed. He shoved his rigid pole into the jock pouch, straining the fabric to its limit. Straddling me once more he said just one word, "suck."
And I did. My lips clamped around his big mushroom and I sucked. All too soon he pulled back.
"Sorry, Johnny boy. Won't last long that way. Need to make it last a little longer." He got up, stripped then abruptly leaned over and ran his tongue quickly from my balls to my knob "Come here." He was sitting him in his bed.
Numbly I followed his directions.
"Sit." I sat in his lap, legs across his, balls-to-balls, cock-to-cock. He starting cooing in my ear all the while stroking my shaft.
"You need to cum, don't you Johnny. You've got a hot load of fresh cream that you're gonna shoot all over me, don't you Johnny boy. I bet your balls are full of thick, tasty juice that you can't wait to lick up before you start sucking my dick. Right Johnny, you want to wrap your lips around...."
That was the last I heard before I creamed. The first thick glob landed on his cheek. His tongue slithered out and licked, I reared against his pumping hand. He wanted my load all over him and he got it. I shot and shot until I was totally drained. Cum trickled down through the thick carpet of his chest, pooled in his pubic hair.
"My turn." His lips touched mine as he guided my face slowly down. I began to lap my tongue through the fur, the strong taste of my spunk driving me. His hands guided me down.
"Please? " He whimpered. I swallowed him, all of him. Eight and a half inches of thick cock slide down my throat like I'd been sucking cock forever. I hit the base and tongued my way gradually back up.
"Not..." he panted "going...to last...take it, going to cummmmmm......."
He pumped my mouth shooting thick, rich bullets of man-cream down my throat. I couldn't take it all, his jizz spilled out the sides of my mouth. I didn't think it would stop and I didn't want him to stop. Finally, the onslaught subsided. I sucked and licked until he pulled me up, his mouth meeting mine. I started to doze off in his arms...until the bedroom door opened.
My brother stood there looking at the two of us.
"Can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?"