The Jock Blog

One day after class toward the end of his last semester at Thorndyke Prep, Jake entered the dorm but it was strangely silent, missing the regular antics and sounds of young men living together. He unlocked his dorm door and was amazed what he saw. There stood 20 guys in his dorm room jacking off, each in their own jockstrap. 

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.