JOCKSTRAPS
Oleander Plume

I was a freshman in college when my addiction started.

Despite the fact that I loathed the game, I signed up to be equipment manager for the football team just to be near those heavenly boys. Tall and husky, with bulging muscles that stirred a hunger deep inside my balls. I loved watching them interact in the locker room after a game. Hard bodies drenched with sweat, emitting musk like wild beasts about to rut. They never noticed me hulking in the shadows, lost in wild fantasies. Being unseen had its advantages. I could ogle them in plain sight while they stood under the shower spray, naked and glorious, while the steam curled their hair. Each player was enticing in his own way, but one consumed my thoughts more than the others, a brooding hunk named Tyler Monroe.

In my eyes, Tyler was the finest male specimen that ever drew breath. Hairy all over, even his knuckles, like a sexy caveman. His piercing eyes never looked my way, and why would they? I was small framed and androgynous, he was masculine perfection. That sexy boy was the star of my fantasies; they played out like X-rated movies in my head. Tyler sprawled across the bench in the locker room while I worshipped his perfect body with my tongue. Tyler snaking one of those hairy fingers up my ass while I was bent over his lap and squirming against his thighs. I never expected any of my scenarios to come true, until one of them actually did.

It was a Tuesday afternoon. All the players had showered and left for the day, except Tyler. I was folding towels and stealing glances at him while he lathered up his delicious low-hangers. The boy had the most amazing testicles, big and meaty, packed into a baggy sac that almost reached mid-thigh. I wanted to rub my face on that sac, then bury my nose in his dense thatch of pubic hair.

“You like looking at my junk, fag?”

“No, I was checking to see if you were almost finished. I have clean towels.”

He shot a glare my way that made me skulk away in fear. Later, in the deserted locker room, he grabbed me from behind and shoved me into a corner.

“I’ve got a present for you, gay boy.”

One heavy arm pinned me in place while his free hand pressed a wad of fabric over my nose. The heavy scent of sweat permeated my senses as I breathed through his jockstrap, the same one that had cradled his perfect scrotum only moments before.

“Open your mouth, taste my jock.” I shook my head but he wouldn’t let go. His body was pressed so tightly against mine; I could feel his bulge digging into my left buttcheek. “Open up.”

I did. The cotton blend was soft against my tongue and I could almost taste him. My dick twitched inside my shorts, and my mind was full of conflicting emotions. It felt strange to be so terrified, yet so turned on.

“Like that? Bet you wish my dick was in your mouth, instead.”

His hot breath brushed my ear, sending chills of lust all over my body. He grunted, then started dry-humping me. I turned slightly, so that the hard knot in his pants was hitting my asscrack dead center. Fuck, I wanted him inside. My tongue licked faster and I began to whimper.

“Yeah, eat that jock.”

Bump, bump, bump. My dick crept out of the waistband of my shorts.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

Bump, bump, bump. Two hairy digits shoved the jock deeper into my mouth. I opened wider, sucking fingers and cloth while my cock grew even harder. My balls were vibrating, actually vibrating.

“You fucker, you stupid little fucker.”

Bump, bump, bump. He took his hand from my mouth, but I kept chewing on his jock. His fingers squeezed my hips while he pounded his dick against me.

“Fucker, little fucker.”

Bump, bump, bump. To my complete and utter shock, he reached inside my shorts and found my sac. His fingers were gentle as they rolled my balls against each other in time with the motion of his pelvis. My whimpering changed to moaning when that same hand moved higher and those hairy fingers wrapped around my dick. Two strokes and my balls emptied. My body went rigid and my calves tightened as my heels rose off the floor.

“Stupid little fucker.”

Bump, bump, bump. My legs went weak and I could barely stand, but I managed to keep upright while my semen dripped down his hand. He stopped bumping and ground against me instead, faster and faster, until I felt wetness on the small of my back where my shirt had ridden up.

“You made me come, little fucker.”

He kissed my neck while I cried like a baby.

“Shh, don’t cry. I won’t tell, I won’t tell anyone.”

Tyler thought I was upset, when in actuality, I was the happiest little fucker in the universe and crying out of sheer euphoria. I let him think what he wanted, because I enjoyed the way he was trying to comfort me. He held me close while he tucked my spent dick back inside my shorts, wet tongue on the base of my neck leaving a trail of his guilt on my skin.

“You okay?”

I nodded, his jock still clamped between my teeth. He tried to take it back, but I bit down harder. He smirked and patted my cheek.

“Like that, huh? Want to keep it?”

“Uh-huh.”

Tyler smiled a genuine smile. His face was inches from mine, and I thought he was going to kiss me, but his expression changed, going from blissful to somber in a blink.

“This never happened.”

He shook his head, then gave me one last brooding glare before leaving me alone in the locker room. I wiped the semen off my back with his jock, then wrapped it in a towel and buried it in the bottom of my backpack before heading home. Once I was in the safety of my single dorm, I stripped naked and played with my dick while I replayed the scene over and over. When I inhaled, I could still smell him, as if the scent of his sweat had been tattooed inside my nostrils. The more I drew in his essence, the more I fell in love, not just with Tyler, but with what was to become my greatest addiction.

Jockstraps. I love the way they cradle a man’s balls so lovingly while leaving his ass bare and open. I love the way they smell after an arduous workout. I love the way they feel when I wear them under my clothes. Buying them online from specialty catalogs is my favorite hobby, but the ones I find accidentally intrigue me the most. Two years ago, I took a management position at a fitness center. One day while inspecting the men’s locker room, I found a jock that had been left behind. There it was, a tangled wad of fabric peeking out from under a bench, like a treasure for me to find. In the following months I found more; it’s amazing how many men forget them. I have amassed quite a hoard that I keep stored in plastic bags to preserve the scent. Each man has his own unique odor, meant to be savored. One in particular is my prized possession. Tyler’s jock. Even after six years, his redolence lingers.

My collection plays a part in my complex nightly ritual. First, I shower. While still damp, I pick a favorite and remove it from the plastic bag. After inhaling the scent for a while, I rub the pouch all over my skin, targeting my nipples and cock. Once I’m hard, the fabric is balled up and shoved into my greedy mouth. I stand with my face crammed into a corner, then furiously stroke myself to orgasm. Once a week, I change my routine. Saturday nights is reserved for Tyler, and I chew on his jock while I fuck myself with a large dildo, facedown on my bed. The red latex phallus was chosen specifically because the thick crown reminds me of Tyler’s cock. I pretend he’s the one fucking me, owning me, using me for his pleasure.

Sometimes I cry afterward, I don’t know why. Maybe it’s out of loneliness, or maybe it’s something else, something deeper that I don’t want to discover. I long to have a boyfriend, but I’m not out and meeting new people is hard for someone who is socially awkward. Once, I tried visiting a glory hole, but ran away in terror when I caught a glimpse of the rough clientele. So I live alone, and masturbate, that’s my life. Until last week, when a new client joined the health club.

Tyler Monroe.

He still looked amazing. Toned body, like a hairy god. I watched him shower, staring in rapture as he turned those low-hangers frothy with soap.

“Billy Lewis. Still like perving on guys in the shower, huh?”

I shrugged, and tried to tear my eyes away from his cock, but I couldn’t. “It’s really great to see you, Tyler.”

He stroked his cock with a soapy hand. “You work here, huh? Thought you were going to be an engineer or something.”

My tongue poked my bottom lip, and I struggled to look him in the eyes. “I like working here, it’s peaceful.”

“Peaceful? Isn’t the pay crappy?” He reached between his legs and soaped up his asscrack, all the while staring at me. My balls started vibrating.

“I have a management position, so no, it’s really not.”

Tyler grunted. “Good for you.” He smirked. “Little fucker.”

I opened my mouth to utter some random nonsense, but was interrupted when another patron requested clean towels. Later, I ventured back to check the showers, but he was gone. Disappointment jabbed me in the gut until I heard bare feet slapping on the tile behind me.

“Where can we be alone?” Tyler’s voice whispered in my ear, deep and throaty, his towel-clad body inches from mine, stirring up memories and longing.

“Follow me,” I whispered back.

No one noticed as we slipped inside the storage room. My hands trembled as I locked the door, anticipating what might happen next. I hoped he wanted to give me the deep, hard fucking I craved. His hairy fingers dug into my shoulders when he shoved me against the wall.

“I think about that afternoon all the time, do you?” His eyes were wild, his voice desperate.

“Yeah, sometimes.”

He yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. “The rest of the guys thought you looked like a girl, but I thought you were beautiful.”

His words rendered me speechless; I could only stand there, useless, while he undressed me. When he got to my jock, he grinned, then slid it slowly over my hips, kneeling down so he could work the straps over my shoes.

“I’ve never seen a pink jockstrap before.” He raised it to his face and inhaled. “It smells like you.” He pressed it into my hand. “Make me eat it.”

“What?”

“You heard me, rub it on my face, then make me eat it. Do it.” I shyly rubbed my jock over his nose and sexy lips, and he inhaled loudly. “You smell so fucking good.”

“I do?”

“Yeah.”

He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Something broke loose inside me, and for the first time in years, I didn’t feel like a freak.

“Taste it.” Lovingly, so lovingly, I shoved that pink fabric behind his lips. “I’ll bet you wish my dick was in your mouth, instead.”

Tyler nodded. I rose up on my toes, pushed his head lower and ground my cock against his face. He gripped my ass in both hands and nuzzled my balls. I pulled up my shaft to give him better access.

“Suck me, suck my dick.”

He spit out the jock, then used his mouth on my sac, and the warm, wet sensation made my head spin. I rested my back against the wall and watched him work. He spent a lot of time working over my testicles, sucking and licking each one until saliva was dripping down my thighs.

“Tasty little fucker.”

“Yeah, keep calling me that. I like when you call me that.”

The moment was surreal. Tyler Monroe, on his knees, deep-throating me while he fondled my balls. I watched in amazement as my shaft slid in and out of his mouth; the surface grew wet and glossy, the head practically purple. But it was the sight of those dark eyes staring up at me that put me over the edge.

“That feels so good, I’m not going to last.”

I expected him to pull away, but he kept me tight in his mouth and swallowed every drop, then licked the head clean. He smiled at me while my cock throbbed against his cheek.

“You ready to try a bite of mine?”

“No. I want you to fuck me.”

He stood up and stared into my eyes. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I want it.” I inhaled sharply. “I want your cock in my ass.”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so goddamn long.”

I couldn’t help myself, he was leaning in so close, I had to kiss him. He not only kissed me back, he fucked the inside of my mouth with his tongue. We made out like teenagers, with groping hands, heavy breathing and soft moans. When we finally came up for air, he put the tip of his finger in my mouth, then teased my asshole with it.

“I want you so fucking bad. Are you ready for me?”

My coworker, Lewis, kept condoms and lube in an old Superman lunchbox he kept hidden inside the storage room. I opened it with trembling hands, then handed a foil packet to Tyler. He reached in the box and picked up the bottle.

“We’ll need this too. I have a pretty big dick.”

“I know.” I bent over a stack of cardboard boxes and spread my legs wide. “Put it in quick, don’t make me wait.”

Tyler stood behind me and kneaded my asscheeks. “I have to get you ready, be patient.”

I was so excited; every muscle in my body was taut enough to snap. Tyler poured some lube on his fingers, then rubbed them over my opening.

“I like it already.”

“Wait until I get inside, I’m going to fuck you so good.”

Just like in my fantasy, one of Tyler’s thick fingers worked its way up my ass, gently, slowly. I clenched up at first, but relaxed as he slowly massaged.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Can I try two?”

“I’m ready for your dick.”

“Shh, not yet.” I felt a second finger stretch its way inside. “That’s a good little fucker; open that sweet ass for me.”

He whispered in my ear, causing my body to shiver. His lips kissed everywhere, my neck, my shoulder, then slowly down my back until his tongue was dancing over the top of my crack. I winced as he pulled his fingers out, then moaned as he spread me open and massaged my throbbing hole with his tongue.

“Oh, holy hell.”

I laid my cheek against the carton I was leaning on; the cardboard under my mouth became damp as my tongue licked in rhythm with Tyler’s. While he lapped at my hole, he used his fingers to massage my taint and balls. I was balanced on the tips of my sneakers, leg muscles burning as I opened them wider to his exploring mouth and fingers. Waves of pleasure rippled up my spine, and I had to bite my thumb to keep from crying out.

“I hope you’re ready, I don’t think I can wait anymore.”

“Fuck me.”

The words came out as more of a growl. Tyler rubbed the head of his sheathed cock up and down my crack. “You want my dick?”

“Yes, fuck me.”

He pushed the tip against my opening, then stopped. “You want my big fat cock up your tight little hole?”

“Shut up and fuck me already!”

Tyler chuckled. “I just don’t want to hurt you, that’s all.”

“Is that why you’re being such a tease? I’m not scared, put your dick in me.”

“Okay little fucker, you asked for it.” His tone didn’t match his words, his voice soft and almost pleading. “Here it comes.”

The intrusion was softer than I expected, more yielding than my vibrator, and definitely warmer. There was a slight sting at first that disappeared the deeper he penetrated. Once he was halfway inside, he exhaled slowly, then rested his head against my shoulder. His tongue licked, his fingers stroked and I was lost in a thousand dizzying sensations.

“It’s so tight, do you like it?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“I like it too; damn, you’re beautiful.” He pulled the elastic band out of my ponytail and wrapped my hair in his fingers. “Pretty little fucker.”

My heart was throbbing even more than my anus. His sweet words were like magic and I felt myself open up, allowing his full length to slide inside. He began to thrust, tiny movements that caused my cock to harden again.

“That’s my good little fucker, swallow me.”

“Fuck me, Tyler, harder.”

“I’m going to make you come again.” He fisted my dick, and stroked firmly while he fucked me, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the cramped space. “Can I pound you?”

“Yeah, do it. Fuck me raw.”

Bump, bump, bump. Tyler grabbed my hips and pistoned wildly.

“Little fucker, you feel so good.”

Bump, bump, bump. My balls felt swollen, and a heat rose up from my lower belly. A slight twinge of discomfort disappeared when he kissed my neck.

“Sweet little fucker, you’re making me come.”

“Don’t you dare, keep fucking me, don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”

Bump, bump, bump. I didn’t want any of it to end. Not the blissful sensation of hot friction, not the warmth of his furry chest against my back, not the heavy, plugged-up feeling of his cock inside my ass. I wanted to stay trapped in that moment forever.

“Little fucker, I can’t—”

“Yes you can, fuck the cum out of me, do it.” He pulled out completely. “What the hell?”

“Shh, I’m going to fuck you so good, tell me when I hit your sweet spot.” He plunged back inside, pushing inch by inch until he hit a place that made me whine. “There?”

“Fuck yeah.” He targeted that small area, rubbing it with the bulbous crown until I almost passed out from sexual euphoria. “Fuck, oh fuck, so good. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn.”

This was followed by a stream of curse words that were forced from my throat while his cock worked over my prostate gland. He didn’t just fuck me, he sent me to heaven and before I could try to catch my breath, I was spewing semen everywhere.

“Can I come now, little fucker?”

I groaned a response and the bumping stopped. His dick seemed to get larger inside me, then he buried his face in my hair and growled as he came. When he was finished, he stroked my hips and tried to catch his breath.

“Don’t move, stay inside me.”

“I can’t move, you have a death grip on my dick.” He tried to pull out but I clenched harder.

“No, stay.”

Tyler rubbed my nipples and nuzzled my ear. “That was the tightest ass I’ve ever fucked.”

“Was I okay?”

“You were more than okay.”

His dick was still twitching inside me when a knock on the storage room door brought me back to reality.

“Yeah?”

“Billy, are you in there? I need some paper towels for the men’s room.”

It was Lewis. My eyes glanced to the Superman lunchbox and I stifled a laugh. “Um, just taking inventory in here, I’ll bring some with me when I come out.”

Tyler slowly withdrew, then yanked off the condom and tossed it in a trash can while I cleaned up the puddle I’d left on the floor. “Do you think he knew what we were doing in here?”

“I’m sure. He brings his boyfriend back here all the time.”

Tyler wrapped his towel around his hips. “Can you hear them fucking?”

“Not really.” I pulled my polo shirt over my head, then smiled. “But then again, I try really hard not to.”

“Why?”

“I suppose because I’m slightly jealous.”

I worked my shorts over my sneakers and pulled them up. Tyler picked up my jock from the floor, smiled, then stuffed it into his mouth. I laughed and tried to snatch it back, but he wouldn’t let go.

“Like that, huh? Want to keep it?”

He nodded.