We currently have stories with more being added every day

Jockstrap Jackoff

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 03 Nov 2002 2 comments
1 likes views Category: Sex Stories Male Gay Tags:

I was returning from a dinner business appointment in San Antonio, and the hunger hit ~10:00 or so on my way home. The place was packed, and I poked my head in several unlocked doors before I found the kid. He was ~20 or so, Hispanic, baby-faced, medium-build, fully dressed and watching gay porn when I entered his booth. I smiled, fed some tokens, and joined him on the other side of the booth. We just watched the flick for a couple of minutes and then both began feeling ourselves up through our pants. The porno was group action, and I started talking about it the kid: "Fuck, that's hot, isn't it?" He nods (yeah). "You like watching guys mess around with each other in groups?" Again he nods. I reach for him first, and he responds, and we both just knead each other's bulges for a few minutes. We're both just semi-hard, but as we play with each other through the material, both dicks start twiching and boning up nicely. When we're both fully hard, I unzip him and reaching in discover he's wearing a jockstrap. "A jock! Cool! You like wearing a strap when you go out to play?". He nods again. (The guy only speaks one time the whole time we're together.) He lowers his pants just below his crotch, and I massage him through his strap. "Man, you're really leaking", I comment as I palm his damp strap. He nods. He's still feeling me up through my pants, but not otherwise making a move. I kinda want to make out with the kid (he's really a "pretty boy"- the type of youngman I just dig getting passionate with). But something tells me this is more of a boner-focused deal- the kind where we just goon out over dick. And in fact, our mutual attentions never leave each other's 'nads. I reach inside his strap and encounter the flesh of his prick. It's small, uncut, fully hard but still with ample foreskin. I gently manipulate it, skinning it carefully forward and back over the head. The kid groans in response. I retract my hand from inside the strap and continue palming him, squeezing it and obscenely outlining it through the fabric. "Fuck, that's hot!" I whisper. The kid looks at me and nods. I pull the strap aside just far enough to expose the cock. I stroke with one hand, and gently palm his strap-encased nutsack with the other. I slowly deliberately milk him from the base to the head, but gently retracting his foreskin with my fingertips. A big dollop of clear precum oozes from his slit. I pull the strap back over it, and we watch as the slick spreads in a fresh quarter-sized stain on the corner of his jock. I give him a couple of gentle squeezes, and then we both watch as his cock flexes and pushes the material of the jock out in response. Finally, I pull the strap aside exposing both his cock and balls, and begin to jack him in earnest. We've only een playing for about five minutes in total, and I've just begun to really beat him off when he speaks for the first and only time: "You're going to make me cum." He moves his left hand away from my crotch, turns away a little from me, moves both arms a bit behind his back, thrusts his crotch out, and we both just watch as I whack the fuck out of his dick with one hand, and gently palm his nuts and taint with my other. He shoots almost immediately, and with the lovely force of a teenager. He starts to buckle on the first shot, and I move the ball-squeezing hand so that I can wrap an arm around his waist and help support him as he shoots. There are three or four really good ropes and we hear them splat on the floor- the first perhaps 4' or so away, the others much closer. Despite the fierce shots, when I milk him gently, thick cocksnot oozes down my knuckles. My hand is almost completely coverd with white boygoo. As I VERY gently massage his dick, we both watch his spooge drip through the gaps between my fingers and run down the fingers themselves. The load was immense. "MAN, you must have really needed that." The guy just nods at me. I momentarily leave his dick and fling my hand towards the adjacent wall. A couple of clots of nutbatter land against the wall, and actually drip down a bit, though most still remains on my hand. I've brought kleenex from the car, and gradually clean us both up- his dick which now retains only some clear, light seminal fluid, and my hand, which is still laden with chunky gobs of fresh boyscum. He slowly dresses and is about to leave, but I want one last little verbal/nonverbal encounter with him. I gently catch his arm as he's about to head out, and speak slowly and directly to him, us both staring eye-to-eye the whole time. "You like wearing your strap out to a porno place and having an older guy beat you off, don't you?" He smiles at me for the first time and nods one last time (yeah). "Thanks, kid. I enjoyed it" I tell him, smiling in return, and released his arm. He just nods one last time (yeah, old man, you DID enjoy doing me, didn't you). Then he leaves. The porno has stopped running. I still have a raging boner and debate looking for another buddy or two. But the scene with the kid was so hot, I decide I'm ready to cum and go. I feed the video machine $50 (two minutes worth), find a straight porno, and as I watch a loud-screaming blonde get plowed by a huge black dick, I bring myself off. Though I dig the hot str8 vid I'm watching, in my mind the stick I'm stroking is the Mexican kid's. My "O" is a real bone-shaking splatterer.