The Jock’s Favorite Secret

Wearing a jockstrap made him feel sexy. A free feeling he’d never felt before. More than anything, it excited him— the fact that a secret lingered under his clothes, right within him. But it had only just begun a week ago. Ryan was closeted to the outer world. No one knew but his brother back at home. Here, in university, the dormitory was strictly for hot-shot jock men, walking in their sports clothes, making him hot all over. But his constraints kept him in. That night— what night? the night the unimaginable happened, he was in his room sleeping comfortably with a t-shirt on and the jockstrap that fit tightly enough for his bubble butt to stick out. An asleep, horny young man in his final teen-years dreaming things that perhaps shouldn’t happen. A pressure started building inside him, at first uncomfortable, and then a slippery, smooth feeling, almost blissful, until a sharp stretch hit his mind and shook him awake. When the eyes suddenly flew open, his grey eyes dazzled, but he felt someone beside him, heavy in the bed. And then, he realized the sharp pain coming from the opening of his ass. He moaned, and then suddenly moved to look behind. His eyes were shocked to see his room Brook laying there, tired but wide awake. Brook froze for a second, caught red-handed. For a few seconds, they both lay there, unhinged by their acts, and a s***h of breeze slipped in between. Brook then looked Ryan dead in the eyes— like that of a doe, and continued stretching, scooping the depths of his clear anus. As Ryan screamed with pleasure and pain mingling, his open mouth was cursed with a slip of tongue between his lips, two jaws clashed hard. Ryan was breathless, his body distorting and unable to fathom what was happening, but his body involuntarily began responding. His left palm lay spread on bare chest, a bit hairy, blonde, but clear under the dim-lit shadows. It was strong, stiff, and fleshy. His eyes tried to open more, but the sensation was too much. His body had already lost control and their lips parted from each other. “Slut…” a low, rusky voice said in a grunt. Ryan could only give the tiniest squeak possible as a question and Brook obviously gave a smug grin. “I knew you’d be down for this… desperate like a b***h in heat,” Brook then said, right into Ryan’s ears. His body shivered from those words, a tingle sent down to the south of his upper body. “N… no…” “No?” And then Brook took his abuse a little further. His long, slick, athletic fingers drifted deeper into the puddle of a boy, the knuckles brushing against the walls of the opening. The tip of his middle finger touched a bundle of nerves, and it kicked Ryan into overdrive. “Aaah… n… wha— oooh, s**t!” Ryan then screamed and the body reacted by arching itself against Brook’s tight and stretched body. The bigger jock took this opportunity to slip his right hand under bottom’s shirt and rode his free hand throughout Ryan’s abdomen, leaving ricklish trails— first on the thin, smooth stomach, drifting through the ribcage, and then to the cold, pierced n*****s. The hand then quickly jumped below to free Ryan’s member by pulling the jockstrap downwards just enough to free a five-inch hard c**k. A wicked chuckle was heard by a dizzy Ryan, his senses blown, and eyes rolled way back into his head. His body had become useless to his own and he did not understand what was happening, or how or why? He was pushed slightly on his thin chest and he was now on his back. His eyes were closed, but then he felt his legs being pushed wide open and from between his legs, above the pierced belly-button, almost grazing his c**k, a hand flew by and re-entered his pulsating, burning hole. “Brook… aaahh…” “Such a good p***y… so sweet and tender…” Brooks whispered in his ears again and that drove Ryan wilder. He moaned and arched his back to give his tormentor more access to more of his flesh. Another heavily visible nerved hand reached his belly just by the metal bar there. And then Ryan’s G-spot was struck again. He would’ve jumped if it wasn’t for being in his stranger roommate’s arms. He could smell the jock’s football, the field and the dirty locker room on the naked skin beside. “That’s the prostate, baby b***h,” Brooks said then and suddenly dipped his head low, the dirty blonde shiny in the dim night and took a stiff, purple n****e with a metal bar between his lips. “Noo..! Too much, too…, Brooks!” Ryan’s body jerked intensely as the sensitive spots began to trigger the hardest orgasm of his life. The back lifted off the bed way more than before, and Brook kept hard at his two tasks, with the left eye open to see the boy’s slit exploding strings of white hot c*m again and again on his own metallic belly and above. His d**k twitched and bounced almost violently with strings of c*m filling his pierced belly-button, and reaching his chest and even the lifted t-shirt. The bottom began to shiver with after pleasures and he became sensitive. But Brooks slowly let go of the boy. “Good boy. But I’m nowhere done, p***y baby.” Brook whispered through the night.