Back in the summer before COVID, I’d been out for dinner at a restaurant with friends, and as they had to hit the sack early, we went our separate ways just after 9 pm. What’s a guy supposed to do on a warm Saturday?
As I was fairly close to a daytime cruising spot, I headed there to check out any mid-evening action. I knew the access road would probably be locked so I parked on a major route nearby which allowed that till 11 pm and walked the short distance into a forest area above the local clothing-optional beach. Heading down the side road, a pre-dinner beer, water while eating, and a couple of coffees afterwards decided all ‘wanted out’, and in a hurry, please! No cars had come up from the only vehicle entrance so I dropped my shorts to piss. During the drive I’d decided, fuck it, to masturbate in a regular spot even if no one was cruising, and Pete the Penis had been semi-erect as a result, though scrunched in my underwear. Freedom brought a full hardon, and I had to piss over the waistband; my stream onto the hardtop took time to launch despite the urgency.
Once relieved (and by then less turned on), I kept going down the hill. Around a bend, a couple of cars were still parked close to the beach-access steps and a bunch of rowdy guys were somewhere nearby, so obviously the regional parks’ ranger hadn’t yet driven through to check.
The sun had gone down about 20 minutes before. Summer twilight in a clear sky made navigating off the road and into thick brush under evergreens easy. I figured it was a long shot that anyone might be hanging around, but almost immediately I heard a twig snap close behind on the narrow trail and without any other warning, a hand touched my butt gently. Fingers seemed to trace underwear legbands through my light cotton shorts. My brain instantly clicked into sexpectation, as I enjoyed the stiffening sensations once more. There’s that ‘something’ you first feel deep in the groin hinting a cock wants to serve its other favourite duty. As a friend used to say years ago, we carry around our own personal on-board entertainment systems, ready for fun anytime!
I tried to turn around, managing only to catch a glimpse of a face, a guy in his early 20’s and same height as myself, about six feet. He moved in close enough so his chest brushed against my back and the wandering hand reached around my right side to the crotch of the loose shorts, again seeming to deliberately probe for the legbands into the groin.
I reached back with my left hand, first hitting a bare hairy thigh, then tried higher; WTF, all I could feel had to be briefs. My now-fully stiff dick got an extra jolt at sensing the cotton. I tried to push him back far enough to explore down into his crotch but he caught my hand and held it away.
After cupping my balls through the shorts, his right hand moved higher up my front and searched further.
“Fuck, you’re hard already,” were his first words.
“Yeah. Being groped like that gets me up fast!”
His fingers kept testing around my bulge and lower stomach, as if looking for something.
“Are you wearing Jockeys?”
“Yep.”
“Aw, fuck. Thought so: I can feel the opening and the front Y seam.”
“Let’s get away from the road. There’s an open area where we can have fun. And a lot more light from the northwest.”
The spot I led to was only about 30 metres or so further down a side trail, closer towards the cliff edge.
Finally I got a full look at the dude. Aw shit, all he had on was just white Jockey Classics with the outline of his erection pointing up, pushed slightly off-centre by the waistband, and stretched mound in the pouch.
“Where are your clothes?”
“Hidden on the other side of the road...”
“Is there anyone else around?”
“Um, there was an old dude but he took one look at me and jumped back in his car! I wuzn’t interested anyway.”
“Ah.” I grinned at the old, having crossed the 50 mark about a year before. “Some tail-lights were disappearing as I came down along the road so I guess that musta been his car.”
We’d moved closer together. I palmed the outline of his pouch which caused him to grunt an ‘Aw... gee’ but when I moved my fingers higher, slightly brushing the ridge of his pole, he let out a loud howl and ‘Don’t, don’t.’
“Why?” I asked.
“I’m too turned on... almost ready to pop. I wanna take a look at your underwear first.”
He fumbled with the fastener of my shorts till I helped out. Yanking the short zipper down roughly, he pushed his right hand inside grabbing at my covered junk.
“Take off your T-shirt.”
After I’d slipped the T over my head, he pulled me over to a log close by and sat down, his face level with the zipper opening. His right hand moved to poke up the left leg, fingers figuring out where my goodies were while his left probed down inside the zipper base.
“Oh fuck.”
“What?”
“Jus’ feeling a dude’s dick and balls bundled up gets me hot. Man, you’re wet.”
“Well, you’re not the only one fucking turned on.”
He took his hands out, then hooked fingers in the top of my khakis to tug them down.
“Take ‘em off. I wanna see you with just Jockeys.”
I was a bit nervous to tell the truth, with car keys and wallet in the pockets. But we managed to get them over my skate shoes, before he paused.
“Those look different.”
“Um, yours are regulars... mine are lo-rise. The waistband sits lower and the legbands ride slightly higher. The opening still works the same.”
“Oh.”
His instinct was to bury his nose in my crotch, sniffing as far down as he could.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Can we swap briefs?”
“Heh heh... why not?”
He pulled mine down in one quick tug, after carefully easing the waistband away from my stiffie, and helped as I stepped out of them. His breathing and body posture had turned sort of jumpy or frisky, as if his libido’s arousal level had nudged up a notch to urgent: the body's growing nag to hit the point of no-return versus his mind's wish to keep up pleasure from the underwear fixation. That Jockey aspect as always had boosted my own arousal as well.
The craving to wear mine (and see me in his) must have been testing his control. Still, he took time to lick and slurp the pre oozing from my cock slit, and the sudden attention near my trigger point made me jump and let out a low moan.
“Mmm... OK. My turn... I wanna sniff around your bulge too.”
Taking his spot on the log, I poked slow, soft tongue probes around his pouch, smelling the musky crotch scent... not stale sweat but fresh sex-induced. He responded with thrusts against my face, as if rubbing the ridge of his erection on purpose. I eased fingers inside the bands shaping both sides of the pouch around his balls, teasing his sack, probing the firm perineum behind, trying to put pressure on his prostate. Sliding a middle finger deeper, I aimed towards his asshole but he objected.
“I’m not into rear-end stuff.”
Something made me look up and, no surprise, he had my briefs smothered against his face.
It was time to check inside his anyway; I pulled the elastic away to free up his dick -- it sprang out horizontally -- and was amazed at the large dense mass of black curls around the root and balls and out towards his thighs, damp and musky from being turned on, with only a hint of a happy trail heading north... his chest was basically hairless.
“Man, how’d you get that fucking huge thick bush.”
And that’s all the exploring I managed. He let out a growl.
“Shit and fuck... I’m gonna... can’t hold...”
Male involuntary muscle mechanics took over and his rod jerked as a spasm hit; a spurt of thick jizz hit just below my right eye. Two more heavy strings squelched against my chest.
“Fucking damn. I didn’t wanna do that yet. Sorry,” he grumbled as minor pulses squeezed and beads of late cum oozed.
I stood up and hugged him, forgetting that we were smearing his cock juice on our chests. He was kinda spaced, easing down from the sudden end to his pleasure peak.
“No big deal! That shoot musta felt really good, cumming with those squirts without any help from me. I sort of thought when you took my briefs off that you weren’t gonna last much longer. Anyway, time to get yours off so I can wear ‘em.”
“Sure... and I still wanna pull yours on too. Um, you’re gonna cum?”
“Definitely. I’d be pissed off if you didn’t let me give you my spunk!”
I finished pulling his Classics down, helping to lift his feet, and wiped the cotton quickly over the bare glans to collect leftover seed.
“Ouch! I’m too sensitive till the ‘skin can move back up.”
His dick’s rigidity had softened a bit though he was still sporting a healthy full-length rod, his heartbeat making the cock wave slightly. I watched the mushroom on the six-inch stalk, earlier red and engorged, disappear into his foreskin when he flipped it back up in a quick finger stroke. And we eyed each other as the swapped briefs got pulled up, my unsatisfied dick being forced inside his regular-cut J’s.
He was quiet for a while till asking, “Can I keep your Jockeys?”
“Yeah, as long as I can steal yours! We’re about the same build so they’re a perfect exchange.”
“Would you jerk off into yours now I’m wearing them?”
“Sure... I wuz thinking earlier that’s what I wanted you to do for me, but you’ve cum already!”
We spent several minutes taking turns sitting on the log, nuzzling bulges, touching and playing, and adding some sucking too. He’d hardened to fully erect again quickly, the pole slanted more to one side by the cut of my lo-rise version.
Then I remembered about my parking limit of 11 pm.
“I’ve gotta head home soon so you wanna help me drop my share of cum?”
“Aw, yeah. Pull your dick out through the piss opening and I’ll pull these down to catch the load.”
He slipped the briefs down just below scrotum level and his dick sprang out again, the movement enough for the head to blossom as his foreskin retracted easily behind the glans.
“I don’t power shoot like you, so tell me where you’d like me to aim. I’ve been turned on so long there should be a lot.”
“In my pubes, or on my nuts, and in the pouch and behind so I’ll feel wet.”
“OK. Here goes... I’m a leftie so mebbe help out with your left hand to stroke under my sack and just behind.”
It took some gymnastics to thread my hard dick through the hole in his full-cut briefs – it stands up and hugs my stomach and it can hurt if I pull it too far towards horizontal. My fingers circled the shaft with a soft grip and I knew (like him) that it wasn’t going to take long, so I got into a position where the load could goop out. It took all of a minute; his light touch behind my balls nestled in the cotton pouch was sufficient to trigger my own involuntary pleasure.
“Here it comes... ah.”
“Do it for me. Fuck. In my new Jockeys!”
Super-aroused from our lengthy encounter, climax hit: plenty of spunk in four pulses, two in his bush and two jumping a little further than I expected into the flap between his legs.
“Holy fuck! Look at it all! When dya last shoot... it’s sort of runny?”
“I jacked in bed last night,” I replied, shaking slightly from the tension release.
“You OK?”
“Yeah, I’m fine... just recovering after a toe-curler.”
He told me to wipe my dick on the messed briefs before he hiked them up.
“Hmmm... man, I’m soaked down there. So kewl to have spunked briefs”
I grinned, and struggled to bring my still vertical cock back inside what had been his briefs.
“You look like you could already cum again fast,” he remarked
“If we’d been relaxed in bed, that would have been easy. I can cum again ten or 15 seconds later if a partner keeps up gentle stim after I ejac the first load.”
I moved to pull my shorts and T-shirt back on.
“I dare you to walk back up the road with both of us just in J’s.”
“OK, you’re on. I think I heard a pickup go by just as you emptied your nuts earlier, so the ranger probably has been and gone.”
We headed back up the side trails and out onto the side road -- no sign of any vehicles -- the twilight was still bright enough to see easily out in the open. It turned out his clothes were hidden behind a tree on the other side of the road, along with a bike.
“Oh, I was gonna offer you a ride. Where do you live?”
“Um, I’m at summer school at the university and staying in residence up on campus.”
So we ambled up the middle of the blacktop in the ten-minute walk to the barrier at the traffic turn-around which blocked access out onto the main road – the entry gate is in the opposite direction from where we’d played.
As we approached the circle, he let the bike and his clothes, a sweatshirt and cutoffs, fall on the ground before grabbing me by the waist.
“You horny still?” he asked.
“You wanna do it again... here? Why not!”
Both of us walking in Jockeys had kept me hard, and feeling him up, found he was rock as well.
“I’d really like to suck you off this time,” I added.
“Nah, I wanna lay a load as a good-bye to those briefs of mine you’re taking home.”
“OK... let’s go for it.”
We could see easily with a street light out on the main road; traffic was moving too fast to spot us. Briefs got lowered, fists began slow strokes, and I moved in to kiss him, surprised in a way that he responded eagerly.
“Fuck, tonight has been a total turn-on,” he blurted during a pause. “I’ve never been with another dude in whities, let alone Jockeys. All my play like this has been with dudes in boxers or skimpy stuff.”
“We can do this again if you want.”
His kissing and breathing suddenly became more urgent.
“I’m close... let me slide in below your nuts. Just pull the pouch a bit tighter so it rubs my head.”
We crunched together, with my cock riding vertical up his lower stomach... and he began humping against me.
All too soon – mebbe 30 seconds or so -- he growled, bear-hugged me tightly, then shouted really loud, like hollered:
“Fucking hell...”
I felt his cock twitch several times, sensing the wet discharge of his load being dumped behind my balls. The friction between our stomachs set me off as well, another runny ejac into his pubes.
“Holy shit!”
“What?” I asked.
“I could feel you pumping against my stomach.”
We held each other for quite a while as the tension of our releases sank in, finally breaking apart and silently pulling swapped briefs back into place without fussing with cleanup, and pulling on the rest of our clothes.
We walked to my car which was on the other side of the road, the only one left.
“Would you like my email or cell?” I asked. “I’d really enjoy doing this at home, spending time in bed or wherever.”
“Sure. Man, my nuts are still wet from your soaking earlier!”
I scribbled both, and we hugged with a quick smooch... and off he went... without a farewell crotch grab.
Email arrived a day or so later... a polite ‘thank you’ type message... and I replied with a more explicit answer.
I’ve never heard from him again.
And his Jockeys? They’re still abused during jack sessions. The stains from his second load in the pouch and flap never did wash out, and had been added to for a week till I threw them in the laundry.
As I was fairly close to a daytime cruising spot, I headed there to check out any mid-evening action. I knew the access road would probably be locked so I parked on a major route nearby which allowed that till 11 pm and walked the short distance into a forest area above the local clothing-optional beach. Heading down the side road, a pre-dinner beer, water while eating, and a couple of coffees afterwards decided all ‘wanted out’, and in a hurry, please! No cars had come up from the only vehicle entrance so I dropped my shorts to piss. During the drive I’d decided, fuck it, to masturbate in a regular spot even if no one was cruising, and Pete the Penis had been semi-erect as a result, though scrunched in my underwear. Freedom brought a full hardon, and I had to piss over the waistband; my stream onto the hardtop took time to launch despite the urgency.
Once relieved (and by then less turned on), I kept going down the hill. Around a bend, a couple of cars were still parked close to the beach-access steps and a bunch of rowdy guys were somewhere nearby, so obviously the regional parks’ ranger hadn’t yet driven through to check.
The sun had gone down about 20 minutes before. Summer twilight in a clear sky made navigating off the road and into thick brush under evergreens easy. I figured it was a long shot that anyone might be hanging around, but almost immediately I heard a twig snap close behind on the narrow trail and without any other warning, a hand touched my butt gently. Fingers seemed to trace underwear legbands through my light cotton shorts. My brain instantly clicked into sexpectation, as I enjoyed the stiffening sensations once more. There’s that ‘something’ you first feel deep in the groin hinting a cock wants to serve its other favourite duty. As a friend used to say years ago, we carry around our own personal on-board entertainment systems, ready for fun anytime!
I tried to turn around, managing only to catch a glimpse of a face, a guy in his early 20’s and same height as myself, about six feet. He moved in close enough so his chest brushed against my back and the wandering hand reached around my right side to the crotch of the loose shorts, again seeming to deliberately probe for the legbands into the groin.
I reached back with my left hand, first hitting a bare hairy thigh, then tried higher; WTF, all I could feel had to be briefs. My now-fully stiff dick got an extra jolt at sensing the cotton. I tried to push him back far enough to explore down into his crotch but he caught my hand and held it away.
After cupping my balls through the shorts, his right hand moved higher up my front and searched further.
“Fuck, you’re hard already,” were his first words.
“Yeah. Being groped like that gets me up fast!”
His fingers kept testing around my bulge and lower stomach, as if looking for something.
“Are you wearing Jockeys?”
“Yep.”
“Aw, fuck. Thought so: I can feel the opening and the front Y seam.”
“Let’s get away from the road. There’s an open area where we can have fun. And a lot more light from the northwest.”
The spot I led to was only about 30 metres or so further down a side trail, closer towards the cliff edge.
Finally I got a full look at the dude. Aw shit, all he had on was just white Jockey Classics with the outline of his erection pointing up, pushed slightly off-centre by the waistband, and stretched mound in the pouch.
“Where are your clothes?”
“Hidden on the other side of the road...”
“Is there anyone else around?”
“Um, there was an old dude but he took one look at me and jumped back in his car! I wuzn’t interested anyway.”
“Ah.” I grinned at the old, having crossed the 50 mark about a year before. “Some tail-lights were disappearing as I came down along the road so I guess that musta been his car.”
We’d moved closer together. I palmed the outline of his pouch which caused him to grunt an ‘Aw... gee’ but when I moved my fingers higher, slightly brushing the ridge of his pole, he let out a loud howl and ‘Don’t, don’t.’
“Why?” I asked.
“I’m too turned on... almost ready to pop. I wanna take a look at your underwear first.”
He fumbled with the fastener of my shorts till I helped out. Yanking the short zipper down roughly, he pushed his right hand inside grabbing at my covered junk.
“Take off your T-shirt.”
After I’d slipped the T over my head, he pulled me over to a log close by and sat down, his face level with the zipper opening. His right hand moved to poke up the left leg, fingers figuring out where my goodies were while his left probed down inside the zipper base.
“Oh fuck.”
“What?”
“Jus’ feeling a dude’s dick and balls bundled up gets me hot. Man, you’re wet.”
“Well, you’re not the only one fucking turned on.”
He took his hands out, then hooked fingers in the top of my khakis to tug them down.
“Take ‘em off. I wanna see you with just Jockeys.”
I was a bit nervous to tell the truth, with car keys and wallet in the pockets. But we managed to get them over my skate shoes, before he paused.
“Those look different.”
“Um, yours are regulars... mine are lo-rise. The waistband sits lower and the legbands ride slightly higher. The opening still works the same.”
“Oh.”
His instinct was to bury his nose in my crotch, sniffing as far down as he could.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Can we swap briefs?”
“Heh heh... why not?”
He pulled mine down in one quick tug, after carefully easing the waistband away from my stiffie, and helped as I stepped out of them. His breathing and body posture had turned sort of jumpy or frisky, as if his libido’s arousal level had nudged up a notch to urgent: the body's growing nag to hit the point of no-return versus his mind's wish to keep up pleasure from the underwear fixation. That Jockey aspect as always had boosted my own arousal as well.
The craving to wear mine (and see me in his) must have been testing his control. Still, he took time to lick and slurp the pre oozing from my cock slit, and the sudden attention near my trigger point made me jump and let out a low moan.
“Mmm... OK. My turn... I wanna sniff around your bulge too.”
Taking his spot on the log, I poked slow, soft tongue probes around his pouch, smelling the musky crotch scent... not stale sweat but fresh sex-induced. He responded with thrusts against my face, as if rubbing the ridge of his erection on purpose. I eased fingers inside the bands shaping both sides of the pouch around his balls, teasing his sack, probing the firm perineum behind, trying to put pressure on his prostate. Sliding a middle finger deeper, I aimed towards his asshole but he objected.
“I’m not into rear-end stuff.”
Something made me look up and, no surprise, he had my briefs smothered against his face.
It was time to check inside his anyway; I pulled the elastic away to free up his dick -- it sprang out horizontally -- and was amazed at the large dense mass of black curls around the root and balls and out towards his thighs, damp and musky from being turned on, with only a hint of a happy trail heading north... his chest was basically hairless.
“Man, how’d you get that fucking huge thick bush.”
And that’s all the exploring I managed. He let out a growl.
“Shit and fuck... I’m gonna... can’t hold...”
Male involuntary muscle mechanics took over and his rod jerked as a spasm hit; a spurt of thick jizz hit just below my right eye. Two more heavy strings squelched against my chest.
“Fucking damn. I didn’t wanna do that yet. Sorry,” he grumbled as minor pulses squeezed and beads of late cum oozed.
I stood up and hugged him, forgetting that we were smearing his cock juice on our chests. He was kinda spaced, easing down from the sudden end to his pleasure peak.
“No big deal! That shoot musta felt really good, cumming with those squirts without any help from me. I sort of thought when you took my briefs off that you weren’t gonna last much longer. Anyway, time to get yours off so I can wear ‘em.”
“Sure... and I still wanna pull yours on too. Um, you’re gonna cum?”
“Definitely. I’d be pissed off if you didn’t let me give you my spunk!”
I finished pulling his Classics down, helping to lift his feet, and wiped the cotton quickly over the bare glans to collect leftover seed.
“Ouch! I’m too sensitive till the ‘skin can move back up.”
His dick’s rigidity had softened a bit though he was still sporting a healthy full-length rod, his heartbeat making the cock wave slightly. I watched the mushroom on the six-inch stalk, earlier red and engorged, disappear into his foreskin when he flipped it back up in a quick finger stroke. And we eyed each other as the swapped briefs got pulled up, my unsatisfied dick being forced inside his regular-cut J’s.
He was quiet for a while till asking, “Can I keep your Jockeys?”
“Yeah, as long as I can steal yours! We’re about the same build so they’re a perfect exchange.”
“Would you jerk off into yours now I’m wearing them?”
“Sure... I wuz thinking earlier that’s what I wanted you to do for me, but you’ve cum already!”
We spent several minutes taking turns sitting on the log, nuzzling bulges, touching and playing, and adding some sucking too. He’d hardened to fully erect again quickly, the pole slanted more to one side by the cut of my lo-rise version.
Then I remembered about my parking limit of 11 pm.
“I’ve gotta head home soon so you wanna help me drop my share of cum?”
“Aw, yeah. Pull your dick out through the piss opening and I’ll pull these down to catch the load.”
He slipped the briefs down just below scrotum level and his dick sprang out again, the movement enough for the head to blossom as his foreskin retracted easily behind the glans.
“I don’t power shoot like you, so tell me where you’d like me to aim. I’ve been turned on so long there should be a lot.”
“In my pubes, or on my nuts, and in the pouch and behind so I’ll feel wet.”
“OK. Here goes... I’m a leftie so mebbe help out with your left hand to stroke under my sack and just behind.”
It took some gymnastics to thread my hard dick through the hole in his full-cut briefs – it stands up and hugs my stomach and it can hurt if I pull it too far towards horizontal. My fingers circled the shaft with a soft grip and I knew (like him) that it wasn’t going to take long, so I got into a position where the load could goop out. It took all of a minute; his light touch behind my balls nestled in the cotton pouch was sufficient to trigger my own involuntary pleasure.
“Here it comes... ah.”
“Do it for me. Fuck. In my new Jockeys!”
Super-aroused from our lengthy encounter, climax hit: plenty of spunk in four pulses, two in his bush and two jumping a little further than I expected into the flap between his legs.
“Holy fuck! Look at it all! When dya last shoot... it’s sort of runny?”
“I jacked in bed last night,” I replied, shaking slightly from the tension release.
“You OK?”
“Yeah, I’m fine... just recovering after a toe-curler.”
He told me to wipe my dick on the messed briefs before he hiked them up.
“Hmmm... man, I’m soaked down there. So kewl to have spunked briefs”
I grinned, and struggled to bring my still vertical cock back inside what had been his briefs.
“You look like you could already cum again fast,” he remarked
“If we’d been relaxed in bed, that would have been easy. I can cum again ten or 15 seconds later if a partner keeps up gentle stim after I ejac the first load.”
I moved to pull my shorts and T-shirt back on.
“I dare you to walk back up the road with both of us just in J’s.”
“OK, you’re on. I think I heard a pickup go by just as you emptied your nuts earlier, so the ranger probably has been and gone.”
We headed back up the side trails and out onto the side road -- no sign of any vehicles -- the twilight was still bright enough to see easily out in the open. It turned out his clothes were hidden behind a tree on the other side of the road, along with a bike.
“Oh, I was gonna offer you a ride. Where do you live?”
“Um, I’m at summer school at the university and staying in residence up on campus.”
So we ambled up the middle of the blacktop in the ten-minute walk to the barrier at the traffic turn-around which blocked access out onto the main road – the entry gate is in the opposite direction from where we’d played.
As we approached the circle, he let the bike and his clothes, a sweatshirt and cutoffs, fall on the ground before grabbing me by the waist.
“You horny still?” he asked.
“You wanna do it again... here? Why not!”
Both of us walking in Jockeys had kept me hard, and feeling him up, found he was rock as well.
“I’d really like to suck you off this time,” I added.
“Nah, I wanna lay a load as a good-bye to those briefs of mine you’re taking home.”
“OK... let’s go for it.”
We could see easily with a street light out on the main road; traffic was moving too fast to spot us. Briefs got lowered, fists began slow strokes, and I moved in to kiss him, surprised in a way that he responded eagerly.
“Fuck, tonight has been a total turn-on,” he blurted during a pause. “I’ve never been with another dude in whities, let alone Jockeys. All my play like this has been with dudes in boxers or skimpy stuff.”
“We can do this again if you want.”
His kissing and breathing suddenly became more urgent.
“I’m close... let me slide in below your nuts. Just pull the pouch a bit tighter so it rubs my head.”
We crunched together, with my cock riding vertical up his lower stomach... and he began humping against me.
All too soon – mebbe 30 seconds or so -- he growled, bear-hugged me tightly, then shouted really loud, like hollered:
“Fucking hell...”
I felt his cock twitch several times, sensing the wet discharge of his load being dumped behind my balls. The friction between our stomachs set me off as well, another runny ejac into his pubes.
“Holy shit!”
“What?” I asked.
“I could feel you pumping against my stomach.”
We held each other for quite a while as the tension of our releases sank in, finally breaking apart and silently pulling swapped briefs back into place without fussing with cleanup, and pulling on the rest of our clothes.
We walked to my car which was on the other side of the road, the only one left.
“Would you like my email or cell?” I asked. “I’d really enjoy doing this at home, spending time in bed or wherever.”
“Sure. Man, my nuts are still wet from your soaking earlier!”
I scribbled both, and we hugged with a quick smooch... and off he went... without a farewell crotch grab.
Email arrived a day or so later... a polite ‘thank you’ type message... and I replied with a more explicit answer.
I’ve never heard from him again.
And his Jockeys? They’re still abused during jack sessions. The stains from his second load in the pouch and flap never did wash out, and had been added to for a week till I threw them in the laundry.
