Private fitting in Provincetown

After his first cocktail, Richie finally started to relax again, allowing him to enjoy the daily tradition of Tea Dance.

He stands in a small circle with his friends as they discuss their plans for the evening. Surprisingly enough one of them suggested the underwear party and the other two agreed, which was totally out of character.

Rich was distracted and excited by the unexpected plans after dinner.  He wanted to get back to Full Kit Gear and buy a cockring for the party and maybe a new jockstrap too.

As the crowded deck of the Boatslip started to empty, the four men decided to go for an early dinner. As they walked past the underground leather shop one of them suggested they go there before the party and get some "clean panties." This made them all chuckle as Richie came up with a plan to make a secret purchase before returning with his friends.

"Shit!" he exclaimed loudly and made everyone stop and look at him concerned.

"I forgot my card at Tea," he lied, knowing full well the bar was cash only, "I'll meet you guys at Sinner's."

His friends shrugged and continued on as Richie pretended to head back to the Boatslip. Once his friends were out of sight, he rushed down the stairs to buy a placeholder until he could find the perfect fit.

As he entered Bill caught his eye and gave him a wink as he continued a conversation with an incredibly handsome, shirtless man. Richie lingered close by, willing the stud to move on so he could make a quick purchase.

Finally, the man retreated from the counter and started to peruse the racks of the crowded store. Richie could hear giggles and cat-calling behind him by the dressing rooms but didn't bother to look at the guys trying things on, he was on a mission.

"Here, try these," Bill suggested as he hands Richie a foil pack with two thick, squishy rings.

It was as if the man could read Richie's mind and knew he was in a rush.

"Thanks," Richie says as he retrieved his wallet.

"On the house," Bill said holding up his hand.

"Are you sure?"

"Yup, just come back tomorrow and let me know how they work out,"

"Sure!" Richie replied excitedly.

The strong drinks coupled with the tingling in his jock allowed him to agree and reciprocate the devious, knowing smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," Bill said with a sexy wink.

"Yes, you will!"

Richie slipped the small packet into his pocket and left the store. He walked quickly to the restaurant and found his friends sitting at a table outside with a tower of oysters and a round of martinis.

"Did you get it?" one of them asked as he took a seat.

"Huh?" Richie froze, feeling like he had been caught until he realized what his friend was referring to, "Oh, yeah, I had it."

"Typical Richie," a different friend said and they all laughed.

The oysters and drinks went down smoothly and their dinner was delicious. The group of four was tipsy and in a great mood when Richie excused himself to use the restroom.

Inside the single-person bathroom, Richie fished out his cock and unloaded his bladder. As he stood there waiting for his stream to finish the musky scent from his jockstrap caused his shaft to lengthen. As his piss started to trickle off, Richie had an idea and reached into his pocket letting his cock hang. He used his teeth to tear open the foil packet and pulled out the two soft rings inside.

He sidestepped in front of the mirror and his eyes darted between his reflection and down at his growing cock. He stretches one of the bands wide and slips it over his package, letting it roll off his hand and engulf the base of his shaft and scrotum. He adjusts it so the few hairs being pulled are freed and steps back to look. He was definitely pleased at the snug fit and the way the stretchy ring was pulling his package forward. He pulled up his jock and gave the whole bulge a squeeze and felt a dribble of piss escape into the fabric. He arranged his now hard dick and checked himself out from every angle before pulling up his shorts.

Richie had a new spring in his step as he met his friends out front, excited for the night ahead.

They arrived in front of Full Kit Gear at 9:02 only to find out the store had closed for the evening.

"Guess you're going to have to wear your granny panties," Richie joked as he wrapped an arm around his friend.

They all laughed as they walked back to their hotel. Richie was secretly happy he didn't have to buy a new item to wear that night and could enjoy wearing his musky jock in public with "no other option."

As they approach their hotel the friend Richie had been hanging on pulled him aside.

"I say this as a friend, you stink," he said as Richie's face flushed.

He raised his armpit and took a whiff. It was indeed ripe but the smell made his cock stir.

"You're right, I'll take a shower before we go."

Inside, each man took their turn in the shared bathroom to change and put on a fresh pair of underwear while having another drink in the room. When it was Richie's turn he pretended to bring a different pair to wear with his change of clothes and turned the shower on to cold.

He was enjoying the muskiness of his pits and crotch so only stepped under the cold spray to cool his body and give his friends the impression that he did indeed wash. He dried off and slipped his jock back on which had an effect on his softened cock. He reached into his shorts pocket and grabbed the other rubber ring.

He lowered his jock again and pulled his balls to the side so he could slip the band around his sack like the man on the beach had his weighted stretcher. Richie adjusted himself and felt his cock expanding at the sensation. He was loving the way his package looked.

There was a knock on the door, bringing him back to reality.

"One second!"

Richie quickly dressed in a pair of short mesh gym shorts and a fresh tank top before giving his pits a whiff. Still ripe but slightly less offensive, he made a mental note to keep a comfortable distance from his friends.

The group took a shot together before heading out to Purgatory. Richie was still a little nervous to strip down to his jockstrap in front of his friends who were most likely wearing something more conservative but his the gentle tug on his crotch as he walked was making him excited to disrobe.

The club was packed, filled with men of all shapes and sizes in all sorts of underwear from barely there jocks and thongs to full-coverage baggy boxers. After stripping down at the clothes check, the four men gathered at the bar to order a drink.

"You really went all out, slut!" one of them said to Richie, smacking his exposed, hairy ass for emphasis.

"When in Rome..." he shrugged, feeling more comfortable in the crowded, humid party.

Everyone was surprisingly at ease, the party was definitely sexually charged, but wasn't nearly as intense as the conservative friends had assumed. After twenty minutes and the effect of their drinks, no one really even paid attention to the fact that everyone was practically naked as they danced together on the packed dance floor among other sweaty bodies.

"I'm going to get a drink!" Richie shouted to his friends and squeezed through the crowd to an empty area of the bar.

He ordered and used a cocktail napkin to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He turned to lean against the bar as he took a sip of his fresh, cold cocktail and let his eyes wander over the crowd. His free hand subconsciously adjusted his crotch. The silicone rings were definitely keeping his bulge full.

As Richie's eyes scanned the dance floor for his friends to join them again a familiar face caught his eye as it approached. It was Kevin from Full Kit Gear.

"Hey stud!" the shop employee greeted Richie with a quick hug.

"Hey!" Richie was actually excited to see him.

Kevin looked even hotter than he did earlier. He was wearing nothing but a bulging black jockstrap, his combat boots and body glitter that flickered in the flashing lights.

"Glad you're here, I was wondering what was under that nautical outfit," Kevin admitted as his eyes wandered up and down Richie's toned, furry body, "I'm also curious about whether or not you found what you were looking for?"

"Oh, yeah, well kind of," Richie blushed.

"Well let's see!" Kevin said as he crouched in front of his former customer.

"Fuck, you smell fucking amazing!" he shouted from below causing Richie to smile, "I want to eat it!" he continued and nuzzled his nose against the sweat-dampened pouch.

Richie could feel his dick start to swell from the public as his eyes  darted around, nervous someone would see. Suddenly, he felt a hand tickling his inner thigh as it pulled the pouch away, making his ringed cock and balls fall out. Shocked and scared of anyone seeing, he turned his crotch away from the squatting Kevin and tucked himself back in.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see what you ended up buying," Kevin apologized as he stood up.

"It's ok, it's just my friends are right over there and they're kind of prude," he explained.

He actually was ok with the attention from the sexy guy. He was definitely hot for him and silently wished his friends hadn't come.

"Come with me," Keven said with an understanding smile and grabbed Richie's hand.

The younger stud lead him to the less crowded, darker back of the club, giving Richie a perfect view of the delicious, perky, furry, jock-framed ass in front of him.

"Better?" Kevin asked with a sly smirk, turning around.

Richie nodded and saw Kevin's hands reach back toward his crotch with nonverbal consent.  He let the practical stranger pull his waistband down, allowing his almost fully hard cock to bounce free.

"Totally wrong," Kevin said matter-of-factly leaning in, "It looks sexy as fuck right now, but not good for long-term wear and it's way too tight," he hooks a finger into the snug rubber and pulled it away from the base, allowing Richie’s cock to expand, "See?"

Richie was speechless, totally caught off guard, and surprisingly turned on by what was happening.

"The one down here, on these big, full nuts is ok, but if I do this," Kevin continued as he gently rolled the band between his fingers which caused a sharp hiss from the man attached.

“See, it's ok in place, but a hairy stud like you shouldn't have to trim or shave to enjoy a little tug."

"Well, what do you have on?" Richie asked, raising his eyes to look at the sexy man still fondling his crotch.

Kevin gently let go of the hairy sack and hard cock in his hand and smiled. He pulled his own jockstrap down without concern, exposing a clear acrylic cage.

“I’ve found it impossible to stay out of trouble since I live here, especially working at a store where hot guys are constantly trying on different gear in front of me,” he explained with a wicked smile.

Richie couldn't help himself and reached down to hold the bound cock and straining hefty balls.

“Wow,” he whispered in amazement.

He had never seen a cock cage in person, let alone hold one in his hand. His eyes were glued to the contraption, mesmerized as he fondled it.

“So how do you get off?” he asked, genuinely curious, finally looking up after letting go of the chastity device and pulling up the black jock around it.

“Well, smells like your ripe jock or these..." Kevin started as he leaned forward to sniff Richie's hairy, damp armpit, "Get me so fucking close and turned on, sucking cock even more, but a hard cock in my hairy pussy hitting the right spot can make me bust hands-free, caged or not!” he explained.

Richie's face said it all, it was a mix of lust, intrigue, and surprise.

“I’d love to demonstrate,” Kevin added, leaning in so close that Richie could feel his warm breath and lips on his ear.

"Oh, umm," Richie stuttered as the stranger's hand returned to his rigid, dripping cock through the thin fabric.

“Think about it, I’m going to do a quick lap," Kevin said before giving him a quick, wet kiss.

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