Cherry red jockstrap

I have a thing for jockstraps. I like to wear them. I like to see other men wear them. I like to sniff them. I like to lick cum out of them. It’s an obsession that I have had since the first time I put one on as a teenager.

It really drives me wild when see a man sitting and I can see the waistband of his jockstrap peeking out over his pants with his bare ass crack on display.

My other obsession recently is this new guy at work. Well, I don’t work with him directly but right now, but we are on the same floor of the lab I’m currently working in. He is a lab technician. Me, a contractor. I’m working on a renovation across the hall from his lab. There are dozens of hot men working on this floor, both in the lab and in my construction area.

What caught my eye with this particular lab tech is simple. One morning as we were both entering the building, we reached the secure building entry at the same time. We both had our badges out and he swiped his to unlock the door. As I went to put my badge back in my pocket I fumbled and dropped it at our feet.

Before I could bend down to pick it up this tech bends his knees and drops down in front of me. I look down quickly at the top of his head as he struggles to get his fingers on my badge.

To my delight, the waistband of a bright red jockstrap peeks out of his pants just above his tight ass. I could see the top of his smooth ass cheeks disappearing into his lab uniform pants.

He looked up once he got his fingers on my badge. “Got it.” He said raising back up as our eyes meet. He looks down at my badge. “Here you go...Jay.”

“Thanks...Carlos.” I say as he places it in my hand after seeing his name on his badge. It was displayed on his chest.

I hold the door open, “After you.” As we enter the lobby. I can’t help but watch Carlos’s ass as we walk towards the elevator. I’m praying to get another glimpse of his red jockstrap.

We stand shoulder to shoulder waiting for the elevator. We are about the same height and I’m guessing around the same age. He is Hispanic with short jet black hair on his head. His body is slim and fit. He looks over as the elevator door opens and says “After you.”

Maybe he wanted to check my ass out. My 6 foot frame is made up of my thick muscular legs and meaty ass below my long bodied torso. I fill out my work pants and button up shirt nicely.

Once on the elevator I press 6 and ask “what floor?” turning towards him.

“I’m on 6 also.” He says smiling back. His eyes were beautifully dark brown. I had not seen him on the 6th floor before. I had been working on the project for almost 3 weeks now. How had I not run into this jockstrap wearing cutie before?

“I hope we are not causing to much noise with the construction.” I say as we reach our floor.

“I haven’t really noticed anything except the extra foot traffic in the halls...which I don’t mind.” He says as we proceed down the hall.

He reaches his door and swipes his badge. “See you around Jay.” As he starts to enter. “You too Carlos. Have a great day.” As I continue on to my project area door.

Now, on a normal day, I’m constantly distracted by the hot construction workers on the project all day. I’m forced into making adjustments to my cock in my jockstrap to conceal my stiff cock. It has a mind of its own and the slightest occurrence can set it off. Today was different though. My brain and cock we totally ignoring all the hunky contractors on site. All that kept running through my head was Carlos in his fire red jockstrap.

I kept making excuses all day, to get something out of my truck, hoping to run into Carlos while outside of the construction site. No luck though.

It was nearing the end of the day and my constant fantasies of Carlos had soaked and stained my jockstrap with my precum. A whole days worth of leaky dick cream. My ass crack was sweaty from the day’s work. I could feel that my ass hole and the dark hair around it was wet and ripe. The straps of my jock damp. I couldn’t wait to get home and jackoff while keeping my jockstrap against my mouth and nose. Tasting my own precum and smelling the day’s scent and wishing it was Carlos.

Riding the elevator down my cock was pulsing. As I exited the lab building, to my amazement my eyes lock in on the red jockstrap. I see Carlos walking towards his car. His tight ass strutting across the lot. He had a back pack over one shoulder and it was forcing his shirt to ride up his back. That sexy cherry red waistband on display.

This can’t be a coincidence...there is no way. This has to be a sign that I’m meant to collect this red jockstrap. It was supposed to be mine. It is destiny.

“Hey...Carlos!” I yell across the lot. He turns and smiles. “Jay! How was your day?” I catch up to him. “Good...thanks again for letting me in this morning.” I say as I gravitate towards my prize.

We keep walking make small talk until we reach a little red sports coupe. “This is me” he says as I slowly keep walking to my truck just one row over.

“Have a good night” I say slowly backing away from his spot. “You too.” As he again smiles and tosses his hand up before reaching for his keys.

We both jump in our vehicles. I sit in my truck. Shit I may have to cum right here. I’m so horny thinking about Carlos and what his ass and crotch looks like wrapped in bright red. Why didn’t I stop and talk to him a little more. I really want to see more of the red jockstrap he is wearing and his hot body. I look up and out across the lot and see Carlos out of his car with the hood up.

I crank my truck and pull up beside his car. He is leaning over the engine with his ass bent out beneath the hood. And lucky for me the red waistband is showing.

I roll down my window. “Need help?”

Carlos looks up. “Well he was giving me some trouble this morning, but I managed to make it, I think it is the alternator.”

I hop out to see if I can help at all...because I’m a nice person...not because I’m stalking this guy’s jockstrap. I lean under the hood, not aware that my own jockstrap was now showing. My white strap stretched across the tops of my hairy ass cheeks.

“So your car is a he?” I say as I check the battery cables. “Yeah man...I don’t really do women.”

Um...what? Okay is Carlos trying to give me a hint?

“Try starting it now.”

“Nothing!” Carlos says. “Damn just what I need!” Carlos yells slamming his door shut as he steps back out of the car.

“I love this car, but he sure is a pain in my ass.”

“I can give you a lift home...I mean I’m coming right back here in the morning. I could give you a ride in the morning too.”

Maybe he will take the bait. I would really like to get to know him more...and also the red jock in my hands. Plus, he is the one talking about not doing women and pains in his ass.

“I appreciate that Jay, but you don’t have to do that.”

“Really...it’s not a problem...I’d be happy to help you out.”

Come on...l almost have him hooked.

Carlos closes the hood, “I’m only 8 blocks north, are you going that way?”

“Not really, but I don’t mind. Grab your stuff.”

He rubs the back of his neck almost nervously, “Okay Jay, you’re the boss.”

Um what...is Carlos looking for a daddy? Nah...I’m jumping the gun.

We both hop in my truck. “Sorry for the mess.”

There were tools and paperwork scattered about and I reach over and grab my gym bag out of the passenger floor board placing it on the middle of the bench seat between us. It’s zipper is open and when I move it one of my dirty jockstraps falls out and lands on Carlos’s thigh.

“Shit man...my bad!” As I reach to grab it. Carlos picks it up. Smiling at me from his side of the cab. His eyes focus back towards it as he holds it up examining it. “So do you always wear these?”

I turn the engine over...”Yeah...most of the time.” I put the truck in drive and start to roll out of the lot.

“Me too.” Carlos says keeping my dirty strap in his hand. “I’m up on 16th avenue.” He says looking down at his hand as he rubs the material on the crotch of my jockstrap between his fingers.

“I saw yours this morning.”

“You did?”

“Yes at the door, and I have thought about it all day.”

“Really? I saw yours when you were checking my alternator.”

We both lightly chuckle, discovering that we both had peeked at each other. Carlos is still rubbing my day old one in his hand. My cock is fully engorged now thinking of this hot jockstrap wearing man holding my dirty one.

“Turn here. I’m here on the left.” We stop in front of his condo building. I find a parallel spot near and stop and switch the truck off.

“Well Jay. I owe you one. I guess I will see you on your way to the lab tomorrow?” Still holding my jock Carlos puts one hand on the back of his neck rubbing it nervously. “Unless you want to come up for a bit.”

Before I blurt out “yes your ass is mine!” at the top of my lungs I manage to compose myself and politely respond with “Yeah buddy, maybe for a few minutes.” You know, because I’m a nice guy.

Carlos then proceeds to shove the dirty jockstrap he had been holding into his pocket and he opens the door and shuts it behind him. Now, he was not sneaky about it at all and didn’t say a word. I quickly exit the truck and follow him to his condo door.

He fumbles with the keys and once we are inside his tidy apartment I close the door behind me.

The door barely clicks shut before Carlos is pulling at my belt buckle and I’m yanking down his pants. We both are impatient and desperate to view each other’s jockstraps and bodies in their fully glory.

Both of us now, with our pants around our knees, pause momentarily to take in the sight of each other’s pulsing cocks begging to get out of the stretched fabric of our jocks.

Carlos lifts his shirt over his head and reveals is smooth light Latin skin. He was completely hairless except for light patches of dark hair under his arms and just below his navel. A small line black hairs disappearing behind his red jock waistband. His thighs were also smooth and hairless and he had a visible thigh gap that his package nestled nicely into. He smiled at me as I unbuttoned my work shirt. His body was slim and tight. This was in sharp contrast to my hairy bulging body. I had a thick matte of brown hair covering most of my body. I used to shave it when I was younger longing to be smooth like Carlos, but it became such a chore. After finding out that it was a real turn on for some guys I had decided to go natural.

As our shirts hit the floor Carlos reaches down and grabs my ripe jockstrap from his pocket.

“Sorry I took this out of your truck. I couldn’t resist.” He immediately put it up to his face inhaling loudly as his dark eyes closed. He let out a soft moan as his other hand started to rub his red bulge.

I crossed my arms across my chest watching him breathe in my man scent. I could tell that his mouth was a gape and that he was now licking it with his tongue. My cock was stretching my pouch fabric thin. This was so hot. I had been doing that to my own for years but had never witnessed a guy doing it to mine. Carlos was in heat. I don’t even think he was aware that is was still standing there. He was in his own little world.

“I didn’t say you could have that”. He opens his eyes and pulls the jock down from his mouth.

“Sorry...sir” he says from his thin pink lips as he extends his arm out toward my chin. The fabric of the jock pushing into my beard. With my arms still crossed I nod down inhaling it. Carlos reaching down with his other hand massaging my bulge. I uncross my arms and my hands find his shoulders pulling him closer until our bodies meet. Carlos leans in closer and starts to press his face against the jockstrap. Our tongues now both fighting each other’s against the fabric. This new dampness is bringing the taste of yesterday’s cum, piss and sweat back to life.

I reach down and grab his ass cheeks massaging them in my rough hands. I get my fingers under the two red straps below is butt and pull at them until both are wedged between his smooth, hairless cheeks. He moans into the fabric and I pull up tighter stretching the straps over his hole.

His fingers slip into my waistband fishing out my tool. He pulls the elastic down to the base of my cock not allowing my balls to escape the fabric.

I moan back into the jockstrap as his hand works my shaft. Only our moans are being exchanged as we both suck and tongue at each other through the dirty fabric.

Suddenly I feel the skin of his cock touching mine. Carlos is now stroking both of our cocks together in his soft hands. He presses his body even closer to mine. His smooth skin feels so wonderful against me. I don’t let up on my tugging of his straps against his crack. I twist the straps around my wrist and pull more. I want to lift his feet of the ground with this jock wedgie.

Our precum is now mixing together as Carlos works both cocks. He suddenly pulls his head back from me. His teeth clamped on the jock it retreats with him. I release my grip on his straps. With my dirty one still between his teeth he steps out of his pants and shoes. I follow his actions watching him drop to his knees in front of me.

I step closer to him. “You want my cock Carlos?”

Looking up he drops the jock from his mouth and it lands on his cock, “Yes...sir.” He looks down at the jock and proceeds to wrap it completely around his uncut cock. This was the first time I got a good look at it. It’s shaft was dark and veiny. A stark difference to his smooth creamy skin. It’s mushroom head peeking out of his dark foreskin was the same light pink as his thin lips. He quickly covered it with the jock and began stroking it.

“Yeah you like my dirty jock don’t you Carlos?”

He immediately opens his mouth without a word. His pink tongue stretched out. I run my fingers through his dark hair. “Yeah you do.” I say as I slap the head of my dick against his pink pillow.

“Mmm...give it to me...sir.”

I grab the back of his head slowly slipping the length of my cock down his throat. His chin digs into my sack fabric and his nose buries into my thick brown pubic hair. I hear him inhale desperate to breathe in my day’s scent.

His fingers slip under the side of my pouch pulling the fabric away and freeing my heavy balls. They are plump and full of all the cum my body has produced dreaming about the red jock and the beautiful man filling it out.

Carlos rolls them in his hand while he works my thick shaft with his tongue. I get my other hand on his head and begin fucking his throat deeper. His moans around my cock are boiling the cream in my sack. He his feverishly humping my dirty jockstrap with his cock. His precum now soaking its fabric and the saliva dripping down on it as he gags around my dick.

The pouch is now stretching thin over his cock head. His balls are bouncing widely as he fucks my jockstrap. He drives his mouth down to the base of my shaft and grips it tightly pushing into my abdomen with his forehead. He gags and I look down to see cum starting to force its was through the the jockstrap covering his cock.

I hold his head steady a few moments watching the cum pool up at the top of his cock, then pull my cock out of his mouth as saliva and precum flow down his chin soaking his neck and chest.

“Fuck” he exclaimed. Looking down and then back up to me.

“You like that bear daddy dick don’t you boy?”

“Yes sir!” Carlos smiled. “Please fuck me Jay.”

I squat down in front of him a reach down, unwrapping the cum soaked jock off of his messy dick.

“This is mine Carlos.” Has as I push at his chest forcing his back to the floor. I put the jock up to my lips and begin to suck his cum off of it. The material now has a new taste. Prior, it was stale and rank. Now, Carlos and his cum has breathed new life into it. The sweetness of his load in my mouth has my cock throbbing. I close my eyes and pull the waistband of my jockstrap back over my cock, then pull the pouch fabric over to the side so that my cock and hairy nuts are fully free and ready to plow into my new boy toy Carlos.

Still sucking his cum from the material I open my eyes.

Before me, Carlos is on his back, legs up, patiently waiting for my cock. He has one hand below his pouch tugging at the two bright red straps that are still between his smooth buns. His ass spread wide for me. His pick cunt lips almost biting the red straps as they cross his opening like a bridge.

“Let me see that pussy boy!” I growl from behind the jock pouch on my lips. He pulls the red straps back one at a time exposing his pick asshole. There is just a touch of dark black hair surrounding it.

I lower the wet jock down from my mouth and and push my fingers into the pouch. I reach forward and rub his sweet hole with the pouch. Carlos moans loudly as my middle finger pushes into his ass. I start to probe his hole more with the cum soaked jock and he reaches up and grabs his thighs, spreading his legs further.

“Please fuck me Jay.” He whispers between his moans.

I throw my jockstrap on his chest and plant my knees on both sides of his hips. Slowly pushing my cock head in I spit his cum out of my mouth and it falls just above his juicy cunt. It’s starts to trickle down on the top of my cock and I push my shaft in as Carlos yelps. My balls resting against his ass his eyes roll back and his mouth is wide open, but no sounds are coming out. I stay still momentarily until I finally hear his breath loudly roar from his mouth. “Yes...fuck me.”

His talking is quickly halted as I shove the dirty jock into his mouth. Nothing but a small portion of the straps hanging out now as I start to piston into his tight hole. His yelling becoming inaudible.

“Fuck yes boy. Milk my cock with your pussy Carlos!” I grab his legs and push them to his hairless chest. My cock slamming into him now. The sight of my jock hanging out of his mouth as his dark eyes look contently up at me.

“Mmm yeah boy...you want my cum don’t you?” He can only nod. I can’t take much more. The warm inside of Carlos and his tight hole are squeezing my shaft tight. He reaches down forcing some of the red fabric of his pouch down against the top of my cock. That sets my balls off and my cum begins to churn and in can feel the lava inching up my shaft. I bury into him with one final thrust and my spurts of cream coat him completely. I collapse on top of him completely worn out after a long day of lustful thoughts about him and his red jock.

We lay there a few seconds and then I pull the jock from his mouth and kiss him. Our lips and tongues touching for the first time.

“That was great my beautiful Jay.” I roll over to the side of him my cock dropping out of his used as ass. We lay there shoulder to shoulder. Both still in our jockstraps, spent cocks against our skin, he holds up the one he stole from my truck.

“Can I tell you something Jay?” He is holding up the jock above his chest, inspecting it.

“Yeah, anything Carlos.”

“There was nothing wrong with him.”

I look over at him puzzled. “Wrong with who?”

“My car.” Carlos turns towards me with a devilish grin.

I laugh. “You sneaking boy! You tricked me. You just wanted my jockstrap this whole time didn’t you?”

He pressed it against his chest looking at me with his dark eyes, “Among other things.”