Agog in the Magic Jockstrap
by Romo
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Agog in the Magic Jockstrap
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It was a day like any other day at my gym. I had finished my workout and was making my way back to the locker room: to shower, shave and brush my teeth before I headed off to the daily grind. Work. I was one of five men in the gym at this early morning hour. It was minutes before six a.m. I had been here since about 4:45 a.m.
I was awash in sweat and had already taken off my cut-off sleeveless tee as I ran my five fingers through the vastness of the fur covering my well-earned muscled chest. I will not shave it off just for the sake of revealing my pecs I had decided ages ago.
My tee was barely there to begin with, which had been the purpose anyway. It was only meant to cover my hairy chest out there on the gym floor where you could not go shirtless, it served its purpose in that way, magnificently. But I held it in my hand as I pushed on the door to the locker room. As I made my way into the locker room, on the floor, away from the lockers, I saw it. Shining like a beacon against the multicolored tiles. It looked like a prize awaiting a winner to pick it up and take it as their own.
It was bundled in a heap on the floor. But I knew what it was.
A jockstrap. A well-worn and stained white thin-banded jockstrap. What some would call a swimmer’s jock. I call it heaven.
I looked around. No one in the locker room but me.
I snatched it up. Sniffed it. Huffing in its musky scent like an addict would do into my two nostrils. It spelled of a sweaty man. I got rock hard, instantly. Although I am not prone to wearing them, I absolutely love to see a man on parade inside of one. With the pouch filled to the brim with his impressive meat. It was a magic moment for me. Seeing a bulge in all its fierce glory inside one would be the icing on the cake. But holding its stained glory in my is a close second.
I made my way to my locker. The jock intermingled in my hand along with my tee. I sat both down on the bench that runs the length of the lockers around the perimeter wall. And opened my locker. I sat down in front of my opened locker. And found the jock in the small pile. I felt magical. My hard-on still raging in all its blessed fullness. So excited, I pulled it out of the leg of my very short shorts. They are short. Barely able to contain the erection that I now have exposed inside the locker room.
I let my fingers stroll along my engorged and bulbous cockhead. It is not long before my cock begins to cry forth with my potent man-cream. I smear it along my voluminous cockhead. I could barely sit as my ecstasy escalated from my actions. I owed this moment to the stained jockstrap clutched in my other hand.
I hastily yank down my shorts. I was naked with my hard-on protruding from my dense brown thicket of fur around my fleshy spear like a vaulted price. I had never felt so alive. So, fucking horny. I was eager. Agog. With the jockstrap. It was surely a magic jockstrap.
I looked around again. Only me in the locker room. I decided then, I would put on this prized jock and experience its full magical power. I slid up the jockstrap. Over my hairy legs and over my throbbing erection. My cock barely was able to be contained within its precious lattice mesh. But it did. Even though my balls attempted to escape from the sides.
Then the locker room goes dark. What is happening? I utter to myself. Slowly. And so very slowly. The room is slowly illuminating again. But there appears to be a mist of tiny stars enveloping the locker room. And me. In that jock.
From the door leading out onto the gym floor, two of the four men left in the gym walk into the locker room. Both men are clad in thin-banded solid black jockstraps. Like the one I am wearing except for the color difference. And in the same instance, emerging from the door going into the showers, steam room and sauna comes the two other men in the gym. They are also dressed, only, in pairs of matching black jockstraps. I am in heaven. Jockstrap fucking heaven.
“Guys! Guys!” I utter. “What is happening here?”
Each of the men raises a finger to their mouths and says, “Hush! Hush!”
I am confused. But I am also intrigued. What is going on?
Each of the men is endowed with a bulge barely contained within the mesh of their dark jocks. But they are easily seen among the tiny stars fluttering around the room like sentient beings dancing about all of us.
The tallest of the men, only by mere inches from the others. A man of Mediterranean descent. His muscles glaring against his hairless sweaty-sheened body. He comes toward me. Gently grabs me and turns me around. My ass on display for all those in the locker room.
“Nice ass.” he says with the deepest of masculine voices.
Another man, equally as muscled as the first but of African descent speaks next, “And what a fine fuzzy peach of an ass he possesses inside that pretty jockstrap.”
I am in awe at being recognized for my hard work in the gym and my attributes gleamed from it.
I catch myself blushing. And my cock straining and streaming my clear cum into the already stained jockstrap.
A third of the four men walks up to me, joining the other two as they survey my bare ass peeking out of the elastic leg straps of the jockstrap.
“Daddy has a really nice ass, I agree.” This one says. “A really nice ass and one that should not be wasted.”
He is like me. A white man. But younger and with far more ripped muscles and a cluster of a six-pack of abs I envy. And his pouch is bursting to explode with his concealed cock.
Six pack abs man run his fingers along the curve of my ass. Letting his fingers stroll through the delicate hairs that blanket my ass.
“Nice! Nice!” He says he is getting agreed upon responses from the other three men.
The fourth and final man joins the trio.
“Are we ready?” the fourth man asks. He is a hefty-muscled man but shorter than the others but built like a God from Olympus. He is Asian.
“We are.” They all say in unison.
“Ready for what?” I plead. “Ready for what?”
“This!” says the noticeable younger man with the stellar six pack abs.
He plunges his substantial finger deep into my ass. I let out an impressive yelp as the finger digs ever deeper into my hairy-lined fold.
“He is tight.” Says young six pack abs man. “Really tight.”
This gets smiles from all four of the men. They then pull down the front of their jocks and premiere their ample sized cocks. Each is as big as the other. This causes another smile to be exchanged among them. They are all proud of their endowments.
“Who will be first?” One of them says but I am not exactly sure. But I know I want them all buried up to their hilts within my tight muscled ass. It was what I had imagined when the deep voiced Mediterranean man had turned me around to present my ass to all those in attendance. It is what I wanted. It was the magic I had envisioned. And invoked in my head.
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Who would be first is what I did not know until it happened.
The Mediterranean man laid down upon the bench. His brown cock towering out of his pulled back black jock and his cream already gushing forth from his rock-hard tool as it beckons me towards it. He slathers his tool with his leaking juices and copious amounts of spit from his lightly scuffed mouth.
“Ride me!” he ordered. “Ride me, now!”
I obey and hastily straddle him. Sliding on him with the natural fluids as my lube. Feeling his cock pierce my insides as my weight forces me down lower upon his majestic tool.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I gasp as I smother his cock within the confines of my hairy ass. He feels so good as he opens me up with his girthy and lengthy tool.
“He is fucking tight, fellas.” Mediterranean man interjects. “So, fucking tight! He feels so fucking marvelous!”
“Well, let’s see if we can make his hole a might tighter.” Says the Black man who is towering in his stature with his smooth defined muscled body. While the Mediterranean man who is getting bigger, bigger, wider, and wider deep within my sopping wet hole.
“I think he can take more. He will take more.” Says the rippled ab younger man whose fingers are busy gliding up and down his lengthy shaft between his two muscled legs. “He should take some more.”
“I intent to. I am going to give him more cock.” Said the Black man as he approaches me and the man on the bench whose cock already fills my hole.
I can feel the head of the Black man’s cock as he pokes it in, teases it, at my hole as I continue to pivot atop the laid-back man on the locker room bench.
“Stop moving, you damned motherfucker. It is our time to double team that nice little tight ass of yours!” commands the Black man with the sword-like cock protruding forth from his black curled enwrapped cock.
I stop. Awaiting my hole to be stretched to even wider limits as I accommodate the two engorged cocks.
He creeps in. Inch upon inch of his hefty sized cock being shoved deep into my hole. I am being filled. But I can take it. I will take it.
I gasp. Again. And sigh. Loudly. But I manage to withhold a complete meltdown as I am filled to the uttermost proportions with these two men’s cocks.
They fuck my hole in a synchronized rhythm each knowing when to go in and when to pull out. I can feel my ass being stretched but my hole can take it. This is not my first time being filled to such epic proportions by multiple men.
My own cock is seeping my juices spilling out my abundance of seed from my balls onto my dense brown pubes. Spraying my juice about as my cock is bouncing back and forth because of the intense riveting my ass is experiencing with the two cocks plunging deep within me. My cock is barely contained within the absconded jockstrap I am encased within.
“He likes it! He likes it!” says the young six pack ab’d man mirroring a commercial of old as his cock streams forth his ever abundance of male created juices. “I want my go on his sweet little tight hole.”
“Soon enough, boy! Soon enough! Your time will come!” the dark man barks as his thrust built in their momentum within my hole.
He feels glorious pounding my hole along with the nameless Mediterranean man. Both men’s rapid plunges into my tight hairy hole send me into depths of ecstasy I have only visited upon on rare occasions. Each man is awash in sweat from their machinations, I smell them deeply in their sex. And mine.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” screams the darker man as he unloads deep inside my hole.
I can feel his gush of cum as his balls empty inside me.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” repeats the man of Mediterranean descent as he unfurls his load inside me, too.
Both smooth muscled men pent up desire spews out as both drill me deep with their magnificent loads. I am sure their black jocks are coated in these juices as my ass bubbles forth with their combined seed.
Slowly, the dark man pulls his cock from my squishy cum-soaked hole. I can see the white gooey seed against the dark hue of his shiny skin. I want to lick him clean of these juices, but he walks out of the locker room with his cock still splayed over the elastic waistband of the jock. In its full majestic display.
“Get the fuck off me!” the Mediterranean man demands as he shoves me from atop his still towering tool.
He shoves me onto my knees onto the floor. I can feel the seed flowing from my hole. It is like a river of potency dripping and streaming down my legs.
Mediterranean man exits through the shower room door. He had entered this domain from the locker room entrance. His cock, like the darker man, has his cock overlapping the elastic band of his black jockstrap. He is as shiny in sweaty sheen as the other man who had exited from this place, first.
“Now, it is my turn! Get back on that bench and spread those legs of yours, wide.” the six-packed ab younger man says as he strokes his cock.
I climb back onto the bench. I can feel the cool air sweep over my open and exposed ass, which is glaring for the two men left to see.
“That’s one nice hairy ass. I cannot wait for my cock to breeze through those beautiful hairs.” The young man ab man says. “But let’s get this jock off you. I want all the room I can get.”
I can feel his fingers grip the elastic waistband and begin sliding the jock from my hips and up my legs. And off me.
The room goes dark again for the second time in just a few moments. The jock is on the floor. The twinkly stars have evaporated. And I am still laying prostate on the bench, my ass on full presentation. And those two men are gone. But that is not all.
“What the fuck!” says a man I do not recognize from the four. They are not the men who had been in the room with the twinkling stars.
The locker room is crowded with many men, fully dressed.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I am asked by another man.
My cock is steely-hard and there is a vast amount of pre-cum puddling in my bellybutton and gathered in my treasure trail.
“What happened?” I say aloud but I know. Once the magic jock was off me, I returned to reality in the position I was in.
I hastily rise. My cock still hard and aiming forth from my pubes like a dagger.