Morning light leaked around the edges of the blindfold, but he couldn’t see shit.
His arms were stretched tight above his head, wrists roped to the headboard. Thick legs free but spread wide by instinct, ankles flexing against nothing. He was in nothing but those light grey Adidas running shorts — super short, tight as fuck, hugging his fat cock and balls like they were painted on — and underneath, the white jockstrap straps dug into his hips, framing his meaty glutes.
Head pounding. Flashes of last night: shots, bros laughing, him slurring loud “I’d let a dude worship me if he did it right — I’m that confident, bro.” Drunk joke. Had to be.
Now someone was in the room. Breathing. Close.
A warm hand slid up his abs. Then a hot mouth closed over his left nipple.
“Wha— fuck!” Body jerked hard against the ropes. “Who the fuck are you?!”
Sucked harder. Tongue flicked. Teeth grazed. A low, involuntary moan ripped out before he could choke it back.
“Bro— stop— I’m straight— I don’t do this shit— oh fuck…”
Mouth moved to the right nipple, sucking deep, hand squeezing the left pec like it belonged to him. Then the stranger buried his face in the jock’s right armpit — sniffing loud, greedy, inhaling the musky post-party sweat like it was cologne. A deep, satisfied growl vibrated against skin.
Face burned under the blindfold. Cock thickened fast, pushing obscene against the thin Adidas fabric.
“Get off me, man— this ain’t— I was drunk last night— I didn’t mean— fuuuuck…”
Strong hands flipped him in one rough motion. Face smashed into the pillow, huge arms still tied overhead, thick ass up high. The stranger gripped the waistband of the Adidas shorts and ripped them down — fabric tearing loud, yanked off completely, leaving him in just the white jockstrap: straps high on the hips, pouch stretched tight over his leaking dick, fat cheeks fully exposed.
“NO— wait— don’t— I’m not gay— I’ve never— BRO!”
Rough hands spread his glutes wide. Then a thick, juicy glob of spit landed right on his virgin hole — hot, and wet — dripping slow down the crack before the stranger’s tongue slammed in.
“FUUUUUCK— oh my god— what the— AHHH!”
Aggressive. Sloppy. No mercy. Tongue dragged flat from taint to pucker, circled the tight ring once, then speared deep — wet, nasty slurping sounds echoing, spit running in rivers down his balls, soaking the jockstrap pouch. Stubble scraped sensitive skin, nose buried, inhaling and growling like he was starving.
The jock’s whole body convulsed. Thighs trembled, toes curled, hips bucking back against his will.
“Bro— please— that’s my ass— you can’t eat my fucking hole— oh shit it feels— FUCK— your tongue’s so deep inside me— I’m straight, man, I swear— I’ve never had anything in there— oh god it’s so wet— don’t stop— wait, no, stop— fuuuuuck don’t stop! Deeper— no, I mean stop— AHHH FUCK RIGHT THERE— your spit’s dripping everywhere— I can feel it running down my balls— this is so wrong— but it’s so fucking good— eat me, bro— wait what am I saying— oh god I’m moaning like a bitch— don’t stop— please don’t stop— FUCK!”
Cock throbbed untouched, pre leaking in thick strings, soaking the pouch, running down his inner thighs. Every spear of tongue made his hole clench, dick jump, balls tighten.
The stranger growled louder, tongue fucking in and out faster, lips sucking the rim, spit everywhere — sloppy, aggressive, owning him.
“I’m gonna— oh fuck— I’m gonna cum— don’t touch my dick— I’m straight— I’m— FUUUUUCK!”
Body seized like he’d been electrocuted. Abs crunched hard, thighs locked, back arched so violently the ropes creaked. Thick ropes of cum blasted into the jockstrap — pulse after pulse, hot and forceful, soaking through the fabric instantly, overflowing the sides, splattering his abs, dripping down his taint onto the tongue still buried in his ass. Shame burned through him even as pleasure ripped him apart — untouched orgasm from his virgin hole being eaten like a whore, legs kicking wild, voice cracking into high, desperate whines:
“OHHHHH FUUUUUCK— I’M CUMMIIINNNNG— FUUUUUCK BROOO! AHHHHHHH FUUUUUCK!”
Collapsed forward, panting, trembling, cum dripping in sticky rivers, hole twitching and shiny with spit, jockstrap ruined and clinging.
Then he felt it.
A thick, hot, heavy cock — veiny, slick, throbbing — fell right onto his sloppy, spit-soaked crack. The fat shaft landed with a wet slap, nestling between his cheeks, head nudging against his still-quivering hole, balls resting heavy on his own cum-dripping sack.
Panic hit like ice.
“Bro— what the fuck is that— no— NO— that’s a dick— that’s your dick on my ass— oh god it’s huge— it’s so hot— it’s leaking on me— get it off— please— I can’t— I just came from you eating me— I’m not ready— FUCK— it’s pressing right against my hole— don’t— DON’T PUT IT IN— BRO PLEASE—!”
The stranger leaned down, chest to back, lips brushing his ear, voice low and smug.
“Morning, jock. You talked a lot of shit last night… now it’s time to pay up.”
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