Then I'd stand him up, turn him around, getting one of his legs up on the sofa, his big glutes just begging for me to squeeze and massage and slap them, which I will do, asking if he is a good boy. I'll reach under and pull his big frat boy cock down and back toward me--no easy feat, considering how hard that fucker gets. His shaft now covered thick and shiny with my saliva, I'll give him long, full-handed strokes, as my lips kiss and lick his nuts. I can't say enough about his nuts. They've driven Cuckoo for Coconuts since my first taste of them.
In that week leading up to it, Brad-slash-Jimmy became my own private porn star. He sent over two dozen hot pics -- videos of him jerking off, videos of his ass humping a sofa, dick pics, (and he has a really nice jock dick), pics of his lacrosse cheeks in a jockstrap. You get the picture. He was meaning to turn Dad on before we had even met, and it was fucking working.
I settled on the Red Jockmail Simplified Jockstrap. Yeah, let's keep this simple. I had been partial to red since that weird Christmas dream I had, the one where I was a steam punk Santa, fucking all my twinks and the narrator in a locker room.
I glanced out the window. I really had to get going. It was already starting to snow, and I didn’t want to miss the train.
I touched my jock as I was starting to get drowsy, and giggled. This was going to be a great Christmas. This blow job, Kenny, seeing the guys tonight, all put me in the holiday spirit, just so glad to be alive and to have survived my own cancer. I felt so snug in my bed, with the thick duvet pulled over me. Word-lover that I am, I thought to myself, “And here I am in my Quick Release Jockstrap, having just settled down for a long winter’s nap . . . “
Mr. Luca was not just any gym teacher; he was known for his friendly demeanor, approachability, and dedication to his students' overall well-being. Little did I know that his expertise extended beyond the gymnasium to the realm of driving. It didn’t hurt that he was sexy as hell. I’ve had a life-long obsession with men of Italian descendant and I think it’s safe to say it all started with him.
The coach, hanging at home on a Saturday afternoon: barefoot, tapered sweats, fitted tee to show off my “dad pecs.” In my very real life, I’m 61 – super fit and looking great, but 61. Same-sex divorced, looking again for a partner . . .
And Lifelong Obsession with Jockstraps
A jockstrap, also known as an athletic supporter, is a type of undergarment designed to provide support and protection for the male genitalia during physical activity. It typically consists of an elastic waistband and straps that lift and support the genitals, helping to reduce movement and bouncing during intense workouts.