The jockstrap

I really liked playing with my boyfriend’s underwear. It was always masculine, but nice and very well chosen.

He has always been a pig, and he loved it when I fucked him with his underwear on. Something I enjoyed.

One week I had gone away on a two-day trip, and when I came back my cock was eager to unload, so I went straight to his house. He wasn’t there, so I went in to wait for him, and I went to leave my things in his room when I saw a jockstrap on the floor next to the bed.

It was strange; my boyfriend didn’t wear them, but I couldn’t resist examining it, and it was a little wet, and dripping around the elastic areas. I don’t know why fear invaded me, but at the same time it made me hard.

The bastard had shaved himself right on the day I was leaving, and supposedly it was to say goodbye to me...

I smelled the jockstrap and it smelled of vice, cum, and sweat. The bastard had been taking cock like crazy. And I was getting so wet...

I sucked it, and had a good jerk-off thinking about how they had used him. And eager to see him so I could eat his ass.