Jock Fanatsy

At the gym, guys don't wear jockstraps as much as I remember when I was in high school. But seeing men in them got me hard almost immediately. I don't know why. Why do we have any of the urges we have? And why do I get even harder when I'm wearing one myself? 

Jack from the gym wears one all the time. All around in the locker room. Like he is showing off. You can tell he has a nice package too. I've never sucked a guy. Or even been with one at all. But this guy's jockstrap and bulge made me want to. 

At the store, one afternoon I noticed some different varieties of jockstraps. A  pack with black and red and purple ones. Holy shit! I am in love! I tried them on jerking off like a mad man in every one of them. I purposely bought one size small. They felt great!

At the gym the next day I realized I left my usual jockstrap art home in the laundry. I wish I could have seen the look on my face realizing I only had the colored ones in my bag. I've never seen anyone wear anything but beige or white ones here. But I didn't want to bounce around playing basketball this morning. I pulled the black one on and played for a couple of hours. After I showered Jack was sitting on the bench by my locker.

"That's a cute jockstrap. Where did you buy it? At the pretty bitch-boys store?"

I sat there in terror. What the fuck? I'm sitting there next to him, only wrapped in a towel that suddenly seems much too small. I glance down. I can't help but notice he is hard in his tight jockstrap. 

"Well, where did you buy it?"

He is looking sternly at me. Like I'm in some kind of trouble and he is the jockstrap cop. 

I stumble through a few well-chosen words. 

"I, um, I bought them in a package. There were 3 of them. It isn't ok I wear them in here?"

Jack reaches down to cover his hard-on. But he squeezes it instead. 

"I like the way they look. I'd like some too. Maybe we can shop for some together. Where would we go?"

"I just got them at Walmart. I'll show you where if you want?"

"I wasn't asking where to go the buy them. I wanted to know where we would go after. You know, to try them on. I live just across the street in the condos."

Holy fuck! I've got a mostly naked, middle-aged hairy faggot wanting me to go home with him! What am I supposed to do now? His bulging jockstrap has my attention. Maybe this is it? The time for me? Do I want to dip my toes in this pond, or not?

"I have two more in my bag right now. Sure. Your place would be great."

We dress and I silently follow him down the halls, through the lobby, across the street, and up the stairs to his front door. He unlocks it and in we go. Just like that.

"Do you want a beer or some water?"

Before I can answer he took my bag from my hand and walked back into the bedroom. I hear him call out that I can get whatever out of the fridge. 

Out of the bedroom, he walks right up to me. He is only in the red jockstrap and holding my black one. 

"Put this on."

I undress right there in the living room. I can feel his eyes all over me. I quickly pull on the sweaty jockstrap. His hands are on me. Holding my shoulders. His face is in my face. He starts kissing me. It's out of a dream. I struggle a little. Reluctantly, I allow his tongue into my mouth. He pulls me close. Our bodies are touching. He pulls me closer. We are rubbing bare skin against bare skin. He won't let me loose. He won't stop gagging me with his warm, wet tongue. I let out a pathetic little "Mummph!" His hand slides down into my crotch. He grabs a handful of my package wrapped tightly in my black jockstrap. I'm hard. Really fucking hard. I'm sweating and struggling more and more. 

"I thought you might be a bit of a novice. That's ok. I'll be happy to instruct you. Just promise you'll leave that sexy jockstrap on."

I look up into his dark grey eyes. I slowly nod my head, ok.

"Good boy. Now get down on your knees and do what I tell you."

He knew I wanted it. He knew I wanted to lick and caress the cock and balls filled jockstrap. He knew I'd want to pull at the tight straps and waistband. He knew I wanted to open my mouth and take in all I could. He knew I wanted to roll it all around in my wet, slobbering mouth. He knew I would worship his big manly cock when it finally popped out of its soft, stretchy pouch. How did he know? How did he know me so well? How did he know my fantasy? My fetish? He knew everything.

I held his balls still wrapped in the jockstrap's pouch while I throated him. I'd never let a man shove his cock down my throat before. But I guess I'm a natural. I took it almost immediately. Dreaming of it for so many years paid off, I suppose. And the touch and smell of the sexy red jockstrap made me even more of a cock slut. 

He was talking to me the whole time. Giving me instructions and complimenting me on my efforts. But I barely heard him. I was so focused on the jockstrap and his cock you could have shot off a gun in the room and I wouldn't have flinched. He didn't cum in my mouth. He stopped up. He laid me face down on the couch and went down on my ass. 

"You just stay like this. You can wonder if I'm going to choke you while I rape you."

He spread my cheeks, making sure his hands were pinching me right where the back straps of the jockstrap were. His face was quickly buried between my cheeks. I felt his warm, wet tongue probing my tight little butt hole. He was holding my wrist pinning my arm back. His other hand was under my crotch, rubbing the jockstrap pouch, squeezing my cock and balls. I began to think about what he said. Choke and rape me? Fuck! I'm so fucking hard!

"Oh fuck! Are you ever going to stop?"

"I'll stop once you've blown a big load, you little jockstrap bitch. After that, you'll be mine forever."

His tongue went right back to work. His fingers were wrapped tightly around my hard cock, still encased in the soft pouch. He twisted my arm a little more making me feel like a captured sex slave. At least, that's what it made me feel like. As that thought flew through my mind, I let out a loud "Oh my God!" and exploded in his hand. I shook and gasped for air. The surge of jizz emptied my balls and released through my tight little cock shoot. There was cum everywhere. Jack slipped up close to my ear.

"That was a good one, wasn't it my love?" All I could do was nod.

I felt him pulling my jockstrap down over my ass and off my legs. Cum was dripping from it. I could feel it running between my cheeks and over my thighs. 

"Now Uncle Jack gets his, my boy."

He rolled the cum dripping pouch up and stuffed it in my mouth. He wrapped the butt straps around my head to hold it in. I'd never had anyone manhandle me like this. I'd never been gagged before. I'd never tasted cum before. He held my hands up over my head. He was sliding up and down, grinding my ass. I could feel his long fat cock, still wrapped in the red jockstrap,  pressing, splitting, and poking up between my slippery cheeks. I could tell it was going to happen very soon. I started to squirm and tried to cry out. Cum and a little bit of the jockstrap were spitting out of my mouth. Jack put a big strong hand over my mouth. His other one was pulling my cheek aside. 

"Oh fuck!"

The tip pooped in and then the rest of it. Holy fucking shit! I heard myself let out a muffled scream. It echoed off the walls and tile floor of the small living room. 

"Oh! You feel so fucking good! You tight little jockstrap slut!"

He held my mouth tight. He was slowly working in and out. Deeper and deeper. How fucking deep can I take? HOW MUCH COCK DOES HE HAVE STILL?

Jack was whispering in my ear as he violated me. I tried my best to relax and let it happen. I never really did. But his hands on me and his cock in my ass put me in a daze I'd never felt before. Was I passing out? Was he choking me and I couldn't tell? Was this love? Fortunately for me, and my tight little virgin ass, he came pretty quick. 

His cock finally softened up. He let it slip out. There was cum everywhere again. He gently removed the jockstrap from my mouth. He politely handed me a towel and pointed out the direction to his bathroom shower. He said he would shower in the guest room. 

"When you're done, if you'll wear that jockstrap, I'll tie you up and make you blow me again."

I was thinking about that as I hit the shower. Tie me up? Blow him? MAKE me blow him? Bound and helpless? Forced to suck his cock again? FORCED?

Jack is going to rough me up even more if I want him to. The corner of my mouth was sore from the jockstrap gag. My wrist was sore from him twisting it. I couldn't sit quite straight. My butt was really sore. Look at the shit he did to me.

I took a quick shower. I looked at my clothes on the floor. It was getting late and I should be home. I think I'd had enough for one night. What was I thinking coming here in the first place? I'm pretty stupid sometimes. Under my jeans were my gym bag and the purple jockstrap. My little dick twitched. 

I slowly pulled the jockstrap on. He was still in the shower. I found a beer, sat on the bed, posed in the sexy purple jockstrap, and waited. Am I his forever?

Am I?