Jock Fuck

I remember when I first saw Jared at the gym, the all-American jock, very serious and dedicated to his workouts. He didn't come to the gym for a lot of bullshit. I watched the dedication he put into each workout and his progress too. I watched Jared on the stair step machines, completely focused on achieving his goal or in the weight room, his biceps and triceps becoming more defined and I seeing the ripped abs peeking out from the bottom of his T-Shirt. Yeah, I have been watching everywhere. I have checked out the complete package in the locker room. I have adjusted my schedule to overlap his and started picking out a locker closer to his. I time my showers so they are with his and I notice everything. The hair and eyes invite me to look more, to take in his smooth face. I notice how he flashes a big smile, a winning smile and I want that smile to be for me. I keep looking, further and further down, noticing his smooth pecs and perfect nipples, thinking how the dark tender spots on that chest would feel between my lips.

His broad shoulders tapering down to that big pec deck with just a trace of chest hair to tease me. The taper continues down to his mid-section where I see that 6-pack of ripped abdominal muscle. Further down, just below the tan line, I see Jared's jock cock. It is perfect, nicely formed. I envision it hard, thick and long. It looks so hot in just a short trimmed patch of pubic hair. His glutes are hard, hot and smooth. I think about running my hands over each perfect lobe of that butt, kneading gently and working my way to his crack, where his hot brown hole waits. The tan resumes with muscular legs tapering down to rock hard calves. All the time on the stair stepper has paid off, handsomely. There is nothing left for me to wonder about. I have seen it all. Now I want it all.

Back in the locker room, we are dressing. I sense he has been watching me too. I have felt him taking in my hot Italian looks and caught him stealing glances at me. I've felt his eyes surveying me, wondering and pondering what might be next for the two of us. As usual, I pull on my jeans and tight fitting tee-shirt. I throw my sweaty gym gear in the bag and grab my black leather coat and zip it up and walk out of the locker room to wait. Outside, I climb into my black jeep, parked a few rows away from the main entrance and I wait. I wait for Jared to come out, looking very All-American, very confident and cocky, walking to his car. Again, as I have in the past, I watch the little ritual, slinging his back pack into the back seat and putting on his seatbelt and backing out. I have been watching Jared more than just inside the gym, I have been watching him outside too.

I know more about him than he knows. I know where he shops, where he lives and where he hangs out. Day falls to night again and I follow him home again. From a distance, I see Jared walk up, check the mail at the front door. He looks over his shoulder, almost sensing a presence, but sees nothing. Satisfied that nobody is around, he goes inside and the lights come on. Tonight, I know he is home alone, all night. It's later and I am back, watching him turn in for the night. The living room lights go out and the bedroom light comes on. He walks over and cracks the bedroom window. Next, the bathroom light comes on and I can see him take his shirt off in the glow of the light, once again revealing that handsome chest of his, that unknown to him, will become mine tonight; along with the rest of his jock body that he has worked so hard to perfect.

I get out of the jeep, grab my own backpack and start silently towards his front door. I am dressed head to toe in black leather. The biker coat from the gym and now my black leather jeans, a black tee shirt and black boots. As always, I gently twist the door knob, hoping that it will gently release. It doesn't tonight and I reach into my backpack and find my lock pick. I quickly move the lock past its keeper and step quietly into Jared's house.

From my surveillance, I know where everything is in his house. I gently pad my steps to the bedroom and find the door ajar. Nothing is stirring. Just my heart beating as I gaze upon my prey. My hot perfect jock, curled up under the covers of his bed. His mind a thousand miles away, dreaming, perhaps, perhaps dreaming about me.

My move is sudden. My leather gloved hands forcefully grab around his mouth. Jared's immediate reaction is to grab the hand that is holding him and fight it, but when he sees me, he knows who it is. He relaxes his resistance slightly. I warn him in hushed whispers to be quiet, that our fantasy is about to come true. I gently release my grip and I hear him faintly ask if it is me, Joseph, from the gym?

I reply yes, and his resistance diminishes more. I must pay full time and attention to his jock body. He's been flaunting it in front of me for weeks now and tonight it is mine. Tonight I satisfy my cravings for him and fulfill our wildest fantasies. As I pull the covers off the bed, I find him in some soccer shorts, the tip of his cock just peeking out of a leg hole. I roll him over and press my leather covered body against his near nakedness and offer my lips, first gently against his and then with more effort and finally, his mouth yields and my tongue finds his and they twist together.

My gloved hands continue to hold him tightly, letting him know that he will really be safe in my hands as we continue to kiss. Jared continues to resist me less and less until he just wants me completely, to completely take over. As I roll him onto his knees, I reach down into my backpack and grab two leather wrist gauntlets, and cuff them over each forearm, snapping and buckling each in place.

Again, I reach into my backpack to find a leather strap with snap rings on each end and rig it to the bedposts and bind his wrists over his head as he kneels, tying the right wrist to the strap on the left side of the bed and the left is hitched to the right side of the bed. I kiss him more, feeling my gloved hands against the back of his head. Jared's head fills with the sight and smell of me in my gear. He is hungry to smell the musky aroma of man and sweat and leather and sex.

"Go ahead, take it all in," I tell him, "you want this too, don't you? Use your hands, it's all right, feel the smoothness of the black leather coat, feel the outline of my face, run your fingers through my short black hair. You want me to take the coat off? You want me to take the shirt off? You wanna see my hairy Italian chest?" I know his answer to all those questions. I ask him, "You wanna see me strip? You wanna watch me peel back that coat? You know what's underneath. You have seen it enough in the locker room. You have lusted for it. Let me make your fantasy come true."

Our eyes lock as I peel the coat off down my shoulders, revealing the silhouette of my broad shoulders. The coat drops to the floor. "Do you want it? Do you wanna smell it? Feel it? Do you wanna wear my coat? I bet you would be hot in it. You would be awesome in it." He nods at me as he watches me peel my shirt off. He watches intently as the hair appears in the glow of the moonlight in his bedroom as I stand next to the bed, gently, teasingly pulling my shirt up. It seems like an eternity but there it is, the same chest he has seen in the showers, the same one that conjures up images and fantasies in his head of us. "Let me see what else I got in my bag for you. It's gonna be hard for you to wear my leather coat while you are tied up but you need some leather.

Your pecs are so hot and your nipples are perfectly sized. How about a harness that crisscrosses your chest with a big steel ring in the center?" I order him to sit up as much as he can as I unsnap the straps of the harness from the center ring. I drape the back pieces over his shoulders and bring the other two under his arms and around his pecs. He lays back down as I fasten the front straps to the cold steel of the ring on his hot hard sternum as I begin to snap each strap in place, tightening each as I go. I reach into my bag and remove an extra sharp pocket knife. He cringes as the steel of the blade makes contact against his outer thighs and hears the ripping of the nylon shorts that confine his jock cock. I peel the fabric away, revealing his magnificent dick, now completely engorged. After returning the knife to the bag, I begin to place a cock ring around Jared's hot, thick cock. It slides easily down the shaft but requires special, sensitive manipulation around his meaty balls. Once the cock ring is in place, I secure the leg straps of the harness to the cock ring. The final touch is to cover that jock cock with a black leather jock strap.

"Jared, you look awesome and so fuckable right now. Your hot pecs are accented by the straps of leather pushing them upward, making them seem bigger than ever. You got a mirror? Let me let you see yourself. You deserve to see how fucking hot you are." "Is everything OK Jared? Anything too tight? I wanna fuck you, but not yet. It's much too early for that. We have a long way to go tonight." I shed some light on the subject as I light a candle on the night stand next to his bed.