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This story is a work of fiction any resemblance between the characters depicted in this story and any real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and is not intended.
This story includes descriptions of sexual acts between two men (both of legal age) and a sexual situation. If reading such material is illegal where you are, if you are under the age of 18 (21 in some places),or if you are offended by such material, please stop reading and find another website.
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Joe's Jock
"Brian, Joe called while you where out." I had just walked after a rough day at work. "Oh yeah, what was he saying?" I loosened my tie and flopped on down on the couch. "He wanted you to come over tonight, said he had a favor to ask." My roommate Kate was busy in the kitchen, banging pots and pans by the sound of it. "Did he say what?" I asked wearily, I loved Joe but I was dead on my feet and in no mood to do anything but lay around the house. Kate's incisive clatter had grown louder and I was fairly certain that she hadn't herd me. I let the matter drop.
God knows what scheme Joe had come up with, more likely then not it was something I wanted no part of. I'd known Joe for years. A photographer by trade, I had met him at a local street fair trying to sell prints of half naked men to a group of elderly women in floor length skirts. I struck up a conversation with him under the pretext of haggling down the price one of his photo. Truth is it wasn't his work I was after. Just looking at his scruffy five o'clock shadow, his broad shoulder and the bulge his jeans, I though we'd spend the rest of our lives together, or at least a sweaty hour in the sack.
Friendship over grew lust and Joe and I had grown very close over the last couple years. That's not to say that in that time we hadn't bantered a fairly innocent flirtation with one another I still got a secret twinge of excitement when ever I see the odd snatch of Joe's bare skin. I figure that will pass with time though, right?
I tried calling Joe back a couple of times but kept getting the same voice mail message. "Hey it's Joe, I'm either working or balls deep, leave a message and I'll call you back." After the third time I finally left an exasperated message. "Joe its Brian. Kate told me you called, let me know whats goin on." I doubted he'd call me back. My body ached for a hot shower, I knew I probably smelled liked the hard day I had put in at the office. I'm work for a general contracting firm and spend my fair share of time a different work sites throughout the day, and manage to work up a good stink.
I stripped down to my underwear and stood in front of the full length mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door. I took in my reflection; the thin farm boy build that only years of manual labor can build. My color looking slightly sallow under harsh, florescent light Slowly, I ran my hand up and down my chest, bringing my small dark nipples to intense bullet points. Running back down my chest my fingers grazed the waistband of my white briefs. My cock slightly swelling as I slipped one finger under the elastic, feeling the soft patch of pubic hair underneath.
Days of working late and having to wake up early had deprived me for any company, whether it be another body or my own left hand. The last couple day had left me with \raging hard on at the office, work sites and just about every commute. My bulge strained the front of my white, cotton, Y fronts, the fabric slowly pushing outward as my cock rose with excitement. I needed to bust one very, very soon.
I pulled my hand from my briefs before my lust got the best of me. Turning to the shower I turned the tap on as hot as it would go. The shower hissed to life, I dropped my briefs and stepped under the spray. The hot water cascaded down my skin, washing away days of stress and sexual frustration.
Twenty minutes later I was out and feeling alive again. Scooping my dirty clothes off the floor I made may way back to my room, my cock leading the way. Letting my clothes fall to the floor I sat, damp and naked on the edge of the bed. The mushroom tip of my prick staring up at me. My phone still hadn't rung so I figured I had a few minutes to spare for carnal lust.
I wrapped my fist firmly around the base of my pulsing member, almost able to feel the blood rushing in and out of the organ. Wanting a little more stimulation, I let my eyes roam the room. Nothing really screamed out "Hard On" till my eyes landed on the pile of clothes I had taken off. Laying on the top where my white jockey shorts.
One thing I find more sexy then anything else is the smell of a well worked man, myself included. Having already washed the days sweat from my body I knew my pits where clean and fresh. My jockeys however where a different story. I lifted the shorts off the pile, grabbing them by the crotch and turning them inside out in one slick movement. Slowly as to savor the moment, I raised the cotton pouch, that had cradled my sweaty cock and balls just half and hour ago, to my nose. I was immediately hit with the mingled perfume of masculinity, sending my cock into overdrive. My hand worked over my sensitive skin, my own familiar musk spurring it on faster and faster.
I was deep on the way to a quick but powerful orgasm, my bedroom door swung wide open. Joe stood in the door way, half dumbstruck, by the sight before him. He covered his shock well, instantly turning his his gaping mouth into a sly smirk.
Closing the door behind, Joe let out a small chuckle. "Thinking of someone special?" he asked pulling the used undies out of my hand.
"There mine." I mumbled a little embarrassed he had caught me in the act.
"Oh yeah." Joe said, this time his laugh coming in a raspy bark.
"Boy you must be some kind of a freak in bed." he raised an eyebrow in my direction.
"Yeah Well I guess you'll never find out." I said with a smile, my embarrassment subsiding.
"Oh yeah?" he asked. I watched as Joe raised my dirty underwear to his nose and inhaled deeply. "I think I could deal with that stink, the question is?" he paused as he took a few steps forward. "Do you think you can deal with mine?". Joe continued to move closer as he spoke. His his hand slowly working the button fly on his jeans. Seated on the bed brought my face within inches from his open fly.
Joe let his pants drop to the floor leaving him standing in a tattered jockstrap. "You're sure?" I asked tentivily, the only response I recived was Joe hand on the back of my head. I gave into Joe's touch, letting his lead me into the pouch of the worn jock. "Take a deep breath." Joe's voice had turned husky and gravled in what I assumed was lust.
Pressing my nose deep into his coved cock, I feelt it stiffen on contact. I breathed in Joe's esscnece, My hand slowly working my turgid erection. "You like that don't you." Joe said, gently grinding my head into his cortch. I let out a small wimper, muffled by the stained cotton. "Yeah, I though you would." he said in a breathy chuckle "Haven't washed it in quite a while." I let my tounge flick out over the textured surface of the pouch, sweat mixed with the taste of dired cum mingled on my tounge.
I let my fingers find the elastic on Joe's jockstrap, pulling down, trying to force the filthy jock to the floor. His hands held the fraying band to his cut hips. "No." he said softly, "I just want to watch." the disappointment must have displayed on my face. Softly my hand was pried away from his waist, he bent slightly and place my hand on my hard on. "I just want to watch." he said again.
I didn't have to be asked twice, I sized my girth and worked it quickly. Joe's hand once again firmly holding my head to his groin. My cock pulsed once in my hand, unloading a gallon of pre-cum on to my head. Using my thumb I quickly smoothed the slick secretion over the surface of my gland, shivering slightly at the sensitivity. Nusleing my way south, I positioned my nose on the pouch under his balls smelling the sweetness and musk of fresh sweat.
I must have hit a sensitive spot on Joe because with a growl of lust the hand on the head tightened into a fist. With a hand full of my hair Joe rubbed my nose over is covered balls, slightly humping face face with is bulge. My hand still furiously working my member, I felt the first wave of orgasm wash over me causing me to busy my face harder into Joe. With a long slow shutter my body erupted, volley after volley of cum drenching my chest and hand. I slowly milked the last drops of cum from my cock. I unwillingly pulled my head away from Joe, longing to bury it once more as soon as the smell left me.
Joe was still very much visibly aroused, "You know I'd be glad to help you with that." I said already edging for a reason to make contact with his skin again. "Nah, I'm good." he replied, his hand working his cock trapped in the tight confine of the underwear. "I was right," he said, a cocky lull to his voice, "You are a freak, maybe next time I'll let you at my pits." "Looking forward to it." my cock and already started responding to the idea and I hoped Joe's offer was serious. "Are you sure you don't want some help, I feel kinda bad."
Joe bent over and pulled his pants up from around in ankles. "It's cool, I've got these bad boys to look forward to." His raised his hands showing me my balled up briefs. "They'll be getting plenty of use at my place." and with a wink he tucked them in his back pocket. "I'll call you tomorrow, we can do dinner." And with that he left, left me alone and covered in cum and wondering what exactly had just happened