New STORY: Net Connect (HOT JOCK) M/M, cons, undergear
Fred
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Net Connection (Hot Jock) Part 1? of?
We met on the Net, and one of our last exchanges inculded this:
> >You like smelling a man's crotch? Smelling all that sweat and musk and
> >the rich maleness he's built up all day? Do you like sniffing a man's
> >balls through his sweaty underwear or a real funky jockstrap?
> Yeah! Just thinking about it makes me hard.
Okay. It was time to get off the Net and into real time. I sent him my
number, he called it, and we arranged a time. Pete understood the setup.
When he arrived at my place, we'd have twenty minutes to see if we liked
what we saw in person. If not, either of us could say, sorry, no go, and
he would leave. If we were both happy, and he stayed, the first hour was
mine. He would do what I wanted (within limits, always the right to say
no, stop, and leave.) After that, anything and everything was up for
negotiation.
That's pretty much the way our email sex had been. I took the lead, I
started a thread, but I'd learned the kid could give as good as he took.
"Kid" I say. Hah. That was no kid. Pete was 27, I was 40. (Or that's what
we'd said on the Net. I wasn't lying, and I didn't think he was either.)
Pete was spectacularly prompt. My doorbell rang exactly at 8:45. I let
him in, and was delighted to see that his age and description matched
what he'd said on the net. You never know these days. But Pete clearly
believed in truth in advertising. 5'10", slim but not skinny, olive
skin and medium-long straight black hair. Nice bod in his light casual
summmer clothes. Nice smile, too, all the way down into those sexy
dark eyes. "Hi! You're Fritz, I hope?"
"Yup. And you must be Pete." I took his hand. More points. Good firm
man's handshake, but just that, not trying to prove anything. "I'm
Fritz, so this must be the place you were looking for."
I ushered him in, offered a beer, soda or whatever. He accepted the
beer, and I got two cold ones. We made small talk, sizing each other up,
but I already knew from his eyes that he also could see that I'd been
email-honest, and liked what he saw. I'm in damn good shape for 40, if
I do say so myself. An inch or so shorter than my young guest and new
friend but beefier without being the least bit fat. A solid 43" chest
and 33" waist and the rest matches. At one point, I caught a glance of
both of us in the hall mirror. His lean dark boyish handsomeness and
my ruddy, strawberry-blonde rugged good looks were a perfect contrast.
I saw Pete glance at his watch, checked mine. It was well over the
allotted time. "Okay, that's the trial period. You want to stay?"
His eyes met mine. "Yes."
"Is the deal still okay?"
His eyes held mine. "Yes."
I didn't let them go. "Strip. Right now, all the way. I want you
buck naked in two minutes or less."
He didn't hesitate. In way under two minutes he was standing in my
living room starkers, and his body out of clothes was everything I'd
imagined in a month of hot net-sex. Lean, coltish-hard. Smooth except
for sexy thick tufts under his arms, a dense pubic bush, wispy circles
around his surprisingly big thick nipples, and a thin treasure-trail
down his flat tummy. A nice long uncut cock hanging over a ripe pair
of goose-egg balls. Gorgeous.
"Come here and take my clothes off." Again, he moved immediately to the
task. He unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it out of my waistband, and peeled
it off. He didn't speak, but growled in the back of his throat at the
sight of my hairy, hard man's chest, golden curls all over it. He raised
his hands to cup my tits, running his fingers in my hair, and his puppy-
dog eyes locked with mine. I knew what he wanted. "Go for it."
He bent to bury his face in my chest, rubbing against the fur, poking
his tongue out to tease my nipples to erection, until I nudged him away.
"Finish what you started first." One glance down was all it took to
tell me he was into it. That long pole was rising to half mast, standing
out away from his big fat balls.
He knelt before me to tug my shooes off, then lifted each foot in turn
to pull my socks off. Without rising, he reached up, prying my belt
buckle open and popping the top button on my 501s. He opened my fly
slowly, one button at at time, and another low growl escaped his young
lips when he saw the bulging jockstrap the opening vee revealed. It
took him a minute to work the jeans down my muscular legs, but then they
too were gone, and all that remained was my jock.
Pete reached for that, but I stopped him. "Not yet. Stand up." When
he did, he was more than half hard. Needless to say, my jockstrap was
bulging. I led him to the bedroom, then to the john off it. With a
gesture, I headed him to the toilet. "Take a piss."
Now he spoke. "I'm not sure I can. I mean, I kind of have to, but
I might be too hard." He was almost but not quite erect, his long
cock a bow arcing out from the bush at his groin, the foreskin
stretched translucent over his swollen glans but not retrected.
"We'll wait. Piss." Pete reached down but I stopped him. "No. Don't
touch yourself. Don't peel back. Just stand there and piss." This
drill was basically to see if he would really do whatever I told him
to, but i sure never ninder watching a hot man take a leak.
I watched, waiting, seeing his butt-cheeks clench, seeing the intense
concentration on his face. His cock twitched, then dropped a little.
"Ahhh!" He cut loose, a hard golden stream out of his untouched hooded
hose. Once he cut loose, he pissed like the young satllion he resembled,
a long heavy flow to completely empty his bladder. Finally the flood
ended, and he again automatically reached toward his cock to shake off.
"Don't touch it!" My voice stopped his hand in mid motion.
I moved in, right next to him. "Take my cock out of the side of the
jock, don't pull it down." He complied, his young hand hot, almost
trembling on my more than half-hard tube. "Aim it. Right. Agghh." I have
never had any problem pissing, even through a full boner, and I gushed
a flood to match his while he held my dick. I finished, and he didn't
move. "Don't shake it, just put it back in the jock." Pete did as he
was told, and I sighed as I let the last couple of drops ooze into the
ribbed pouch.
Back in the bedroom, I got him on his knees next to my bed, moving
right in front of him, bulging jock pouch just inches from his face.
He could smell it, I knew he could. I'd worn that jock a solid week,
sweating in it, pumping a couple of loads into it, and like tonight
not always being careful when I tucked my meat back in it after a
good piss. "That jock's what you want, right, kid?" A slave to his own
lust now, all he could do was nod.
"Good boy. Now, get your face down here in my crotch. Smell it, smell
my sweat. Smell my balls right through the pouch. That sharper tang is
my hot man's piss, a few drops of golden dew there for you. And the
stiff patch is where I shot a big load in it last night. Smell it? smell
that dried man-cum? Want to lick it, don't you? Want to run your hot
tongue all over it while I rub it against your face and mouth. Feel my
cock getting harder under it. Oh yeah, I can tell you like it from the
way your dick is standing up like a flagpole in your crotch."
I grabbed the sides of his head, lacing my ingers in his long black
hair, pulling him into my crotch, feeling his tongue lash out to lick
at the funky jock, lap at it, make love to it.
I pulled his head out of my crotch. "Stand up now." When he did,
his slender young cock was saluting his navel. The fucking hot
young stud was royally truned on from sniffing and sucking my funky
old jockstrap.
I peeled the strap off, already ripe with my sweat and jism, and now
damp with his spit. His eyes fastened on my stiff cock, not as long
as his, but thicker, and on my completely shaved crotch, not a pubic
hair to be seen. His own cock danced in front of him, and I tosssed
him the strap.
"Put it on, kid. Yeah, that's right, pull that funky wet jock strap up
over your hard cock, stretch it even more. Yeah, cram that hard dick
into it. Love it don't you, your balls where mine have been all week?"
"Oh God, yes. I love wearing your jock!" Sure looked like he did.
Once he got it in place it looked like a teepee with way too large a
tentpole in it.
"Turn around, sexy, look at the bed. There on the pillow is a pair of
boxerbriefs I wore every fucking day this week. They smell like my big
horny nuts, like the jock, you just know they do. Get up there, babe,
bury your face in them and get your butt up in the air."
I said it, he did it. No hesitation. And oh, God! the view that gave
me!
"Oh fucking yes! Those jock straps just frame it, frame that sexy deep
crack in your baby-smooth butt. Spread those cheeks for me kid, and
smell those man's shorts, inhale 'em!"
Pete was so hard he was about to rip that jock strap right off,
but I grabbed his rigid pole in the jock, making sure it stayed on.
He moaned into my smelly, sweaty shorts when I started licking at
his smooth, golden cheeks, circling, closer and closer to the puckered
treasure at the middle. He howled in lust when I plunged my tongue
deep inside him, eating out his hot young sweet ass.
I could tell he was right on the verge of coming, but I grabbed his
big fat balls through the jock and squeezed hard, staving it off.
I was not ready for the randy younger man to cum yet.
I flipped him onto his back instead, yanking the jock off so we were
both naked and hard and sweaty with lust. I pinned him down to the
bed, grinding our bodies together, and raised one arm, covering his
face with my hot armpit. Our cocks slid between bare skin, drooling
lube, slipping and sliding over each other, while he ate out both of
my fragrant man-pits, lapping hungrily at them with his eager tongue.
I rolled us over so Pete was on top, and he left my pits, making his
way down my bod, sucking my nipples until they were as hard as my dick,
plastering all my thick chest hair to my skin with his spit. My hands on
his shoulders was the only hint he needed and he moved further, past
the rampant spear of my cock, pausing to give it a few long, hot lashes
of his eager tongue but then spreading my legs open.
"Oh yeah, babe! Go for those big bare cum-filled balls. No hair down
there man, but still lots of that ripe man-nut aroma I know you love.
Yeah babe, lick my balls, smell 'em, driving me wild. Eat those hot
nuts! Suck on 'em like you mean it and then shoot your fucking load
all over 'em! Come on my fucking bare nuts, baby!
He was trembling all over now, his cock a demanding girder in his hot
crotch, and with a guttural moan, he pulled up. Between my legs. One
stroke, two, and the young stud erupted like a geyser, blasting wad
after wad of hot young cream all over my shaved crotch, coating me with
the flood out of his exploding balls.
The minute he was through cuming, he plunged back down, licking it off
me, eating his own load off my bare gonads. But not all of it. I grabbed
the shorts from under my head, and wiped up the rest of my load and his
spit with them. As soon as I handed them to Pete, he knew what to do,
and pulled them on.
Now it was my turn. I pinned the still gasping stud to the bed on his
back, lashing at his armpits with my tongue until the silky black hair
was dripping. I chewed on those huge sexy nipples of his until he was
moaning. I plunged my tongue like a spear into his deep navel, lapping
the sweet-salty dew out of it. I shoved his knees upward and ate his
hot butt some more, right through the funky shorts this time, and then
went for his balls.
I inhaled that incredible smell that is unique to a hot young man who's
just shot a load. Nothing on earth can match it. Rooting in his groin,
smelling him, smelling me in the shorts, smelling my cum and his.
I was on fire, my cock so hard it was threatening to split. I licked
Pete's smooth, heaving body from neck to crotch one last time, then
pulled open the fly of the shorts containing his still-swollen meat and
shoved my straining cock inside with his, comming in a flood the minute
I did, soaking his dick and balls and the shorts with a monster of an
orgasm.
I collapsed on top of him, and we kissed, passionately and tenderly at
the same time. Both of our cocks were swimming in the cum-soaked crotch
of the grey shorts. I lifted my head to grin.
"Okay, Pete. You can take those shorts off. ... Sometime next week."
The End
(or just the beginning? If you'd like to have more of Fritz and Pete, or
similar jock/undergear/sweat/piss tsories, let me know.)
matt1981
matt1981
sylves...@gmail.com
But the best was to come on the holiday Monday. Doug revealed that two guys from the football team were always parading in the locker room, exhibiting their bulging jockstraps and slapping each other’s butt. There was no doubt in his mind that all the ingredients were present for a great orgy in perspective…
Paul