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Hey everyone!
I’ve got a huge athletic jockstrap fetish and wrote one of my fantasies into a story.
This is my first time writing, so I’d love to hear any feedback.
If the story seems to make y’all happy, I have a vault of fantasies, so maybe I can make writing them into stories a regular thing.
Enjoy!


Neighborhood Run

I love everything about LA, except the blistering hot summers.
Today was one of the hottest days of the season and I foolishly decided to go on a two hour run at noon. Whose idea was it for me to train for a marathon?

I didn’t plan my route very well. At the end of my run, I ended up ten streets away from my home.
I had never felt so exhausted; I was nauseous, couldn’t feel my quads, and was in desperate need of a cold glass of water.

I hunched over with my hands on my knees and thought to myself, ’How the hell am I going to make it home?’
I’d surely pass out from a heatstroke.
I looked up at the street sign in front of me.

‘Maple Street’

This is the street with that buff dude who's always tending to his garden.
I sometimes pass by his house during my distance runs, catching him watering his plants, shirtless.

We would usually exchange waves or a nod “hello”. Surely he would recognize me and be willing to give me a glass of water. I don’t think I’m going to make it home in my current condition, so I have to try something.

I approached his front yard.

There he is. Giant pecs, boulder-like shoulders, bulbous arms, well defined back back...and those monstrous glutes.
Today, he was wearing short shorts that accented his massive bum and bulging legs.

“Hey man, sorry to ask this. I didn’t plan my run well and ended up far from home. Can I bother you for a glass of water?" I asked.

He turned off his hose and smiled, “Hey there, of course! It’s way too hot out today...Come on inside and we’ll set you up with some water”

Before I could say anything, he was walking into his house, so I followed, getting a bit of a hard-on watching his massive globes.

His house wasn’t much cooler than outside, but at least we were out of the sun.
He poured me a glass of water with ice cubes, “Here you go, bro. I know it’s pretty hot in the house. A/C issues. Getting that fixed soon.”

I gulped down the ice-cold water, still out of breath, “Thanks, man…no problem at all, this should be enough for me to make it back ho…”

“Dude!”, he interrupted, “You look miserable. Let’s go to my backyard and I can spray you with my hose. You can borrow some of my clothes afterwards too. Sound good?”.

Before I could reply, he had already made his way to the sliding glass door to his backyard and motioned for me to come.
“Just out this way, come on.” he said.
I followed.

“Yo, I didn’t catch your name. I'm Ryan.” Ryan extended his arm.

“Hey, Ryan. I’m Jake. Pleasure to meet you and thank you again for this.” We shook hands, looking at each other in the eyes.

Not only was his body in tip-top shape, but he was a truly handsome man. Hazel eyes, chiseled jawline, and a smile to die for. Not to mention his friendly demeanor. “Nice to meet you, Jake. I’ve seen you running around quite a few times, lookin’ good out there.” Ryan walked away to prep the hose. “Alright...go ahead and strip. Underwear should be fine.”

Shit. I wore my running shorts with a built-in liner today. “Umm..well, I actually don’t have anything on underneath these shorts. They have a liner built in.” Talking about underwear always gets me hard; I could feel my member growing.

“Ah, no big deal, man. Just go commando! It’s only the two of us and my backyard is pretty private anyway. Go ahead and strip and I’ll grab some towels. Cool?”
Ryan headed inside.

I took off my clothes. Standing there, naked with an erection. My god, he's going to be creeped out if he sees this. I’ll just grab my clothes and leave before Ryan comes ba..

“Alright! Got the towels.” said Ryan, holding two towels. “Whoa! That’s quite the Johnson you’re sporting there, dude!”

“Oh man, sorry…I, uh…”, I couldn’t find any words…so embarrassing.

“Nah man, no need to apologize. Ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before. I’ll strip too so we’re all comfortable here.” He took off his tiny shorts and was standing there in his tight, spandex briefs. He rubbed the outline of his cock...did he have an erection too?

He took off his briefs from the top of the waistband, and his thick cock jumped out.
He slowly lowered his briefs to the ground, pulled them off of his feet, and tossed them towards the glass sliding door.

He smirked, “Let’s get started.”
Ryan turned on the hose and began watering me down. The cool water felt so nice and was a good distraction from my embarrassing boner.
I started to become flaccid, thank God.

Ryan spoke, “Great…almost done Turn around so we can spray your glutes.”

I turned around, spread my cheeks, and he sprayed my sweaty hole.
This brought my member to full attention again.
Suddenly, the water stopped.

Ryan spoke, “My turn, bud! I’ve been in the sun all day. Grab the hose and spray me down.”

I began spraying him off. I did so long enough for my boner to die down. Once flaccid, I said, “okay, that should do it.”

“Hold on sport, aren’t you missing something?”, said Ryan as he spread his cheeks.

I sprayed his ass and became hard AGAIN...

Ryan stood up, motioning that he was done. He grabbed his towel and threw me mine.
“Ahh, that felt great, thanks, man…Let me grab you some clothes in the house, then you can be on your way.” Ryan walked inside.

I finished drying myself off, but still had a massive boner. “Shit”, I said...then something flung at my face.
I peeled it off...

“Okay, don’t be mad…” said Ryan as he appeared out of nowhere, still naked.
"Today's laundry day, so I only have a jockstrap for underwear. But it looks like you’ll need one for that mad boner you still got, haha.”
Ryan smirked.

"Shit man, sorry about that. I’ll get dressed and get out of your hair.”
I struggled putting on the jock, tripping on myself in the process.

I stood up and I finally got the jock on, with my erect dick facing upwards. The pouch was barely big enough to hold it.

I frantically began looking around for additional clothing. Where are the damn clothes?

Then, my eyes met Ryan’s. He stood with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
It was at that moment I had realized that Ryan only brought me a jockstrap…no socks, no shorts, no shirt…

I continued looking around in disbelief, when I suddenly felt a strong hand grip the pouch of my jock.
I looked straight ahead and froze...

“I’ve been watching you run in the neighborhood for so long, bro. Can’t believe I was lucky enough to get you in my jock.”
He began massaging my cock.

“Ohh man…” I moaned and started humping his hand.

He let go of my dick, turned around, and engulfed my strapped cock in between his butt cheeks.
He squeezed them together so hard, my dick couldn’t escape.
I started humping his asshole through with the pouch of the jockstrap.
I was about to cream when Ryan let go of the hold on my member.

He turned around and surprised me with a passionate kiss on the lips, “You eat ass?”

I smirked, turned him around, bent him over, and went to town on the monster ass. It was hard to breathe, so I had to take several breaks to catch my breath.

After several minutes, Ryan’s moaning got more intense. “Dude, I’m gonna cum.”
He stood up, turned to face me, and jacked his cock in my direction.
A moment later, his cock sprayed all over my abs and the jock I was wearing. His cum seeped all the way down to the bottom of my jock, some of it dripping on the grass.

Ryan got a hold of himself…”Whew, can you go to that bin by the sliding door and grab the bottle on the top of the pile?"

I went to the bin, brought the bottle back, and handed it over to Ryan.
He squeezed the liquid out of the bottle onto his fingers and shoved them up his hole.

Then, he kneeled down and pulled my cock out of the side of the jockstrap, and began sucking nice and slowly.
Several seconds later, Ryan stopped, “Alright, that’s nice and lubed up. Ready to fuck me?”

“Fuck yeah. Go lay face down on the grass.” I commanded.

Ryan smirked and laid face down on the grass.
I straddled my legs over his massive glutes and slowly stuck my cock in.

I felt every inch of his meaty ass.
Finally, my cock was all the way in, and I pushed even more.
“Ohhh fuck dude….ahhhhh”, Ryan moaned in pleasure.

I began thrusting. In and out. Over and over. My cock was swelling up, getting so close to cumming.

Ryan was moaning, “fuck…I’m gonna cum. Oh my god…fuck, fuck, FUCK.”
I could feel Ryan cumming..his prostate throbbing on my cock, causing me to explode ropes of semen into Ryan’s ass.
The best cum of my life.

I pulled out of Ryan and laid beside him.

Both of us on our backs, panting.
“Holy shit dude.” Said Ryan.

“That felt amazing, god damn.” I said as I pulled the jock back over my cock. “Hey, Ryan?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it really laundry day?”

“Haha, nah dude. I’ve been wanting to see you in a jock since the first time I saw you running in the neighborhood. I figured this might be my only chance.”

We both laughed and I turned over to kiss Ryan on the lips.