Date: Sun, 02 Sep 2012 10:25:05 -0700
From: Roger Euchler <rahjur@verizon.net>
Subject: Parking Lot Sex (With A Twist) A Real Jockstrap Fetish Story

This story involves sex between consenting adults, including related
adults. If you shouldn't be reading it, don't. If you can, go right
ahead. Scenes included are based on real-life environment experiences, but
characters are not.

Copyright is to me, and this story may not be reproduced anywhere without
my prior permission.

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Parking Lot Sex (With A Twist) A Real Jockstrap Fetish Story
By RNE

	It was morning. Real early on Saturday. Bill was just rolling out
of bed when Mike, his 18-year-old son poked his head through the door, and
asked if he was awake yet? "Yeah, I'll be ready soon." He had to hurry so
he made a quick look in the mirror, and roughly rubbed his hands on his
scalp through his short hair. That's why he liked it short, looked ok, and
hell, he had to hurry. He didn't bother shave either. His thick moustache
curled over his upper lip and just gradually tapered out to a growth of two
day old stubble. Oh well. He pulled on a jock, shorts and a t-shirt. "Ready
to go son!" he yelled. Both scrambled out to the truck, and away they
went. He took notice that his son was filling out his baseball uniform on
the way. After awhile they pulled into the parking lot adjacent to the
baseball field, and park. He stopped at the field, and dropped Mike
off. "I'll be over on the other side in the shade waiting for you." Mike
looked over where his Dad pointed and then stuck his head through the
window and said, "ok, I'll catch up to you later Dad."

	As Bill approached the spaces on the other side of the lot, he
noticed that there were two other cars there with 5 spaces between them, so
he took the one right between them giving everyone equal space. The other
two men took notice of Bill and seemed to sit up more from their slouched
positions. The man to Bill's right gave him a slow nod as he shut off the
engine, and pushed his hips forward a little to get comfortable. He liked
what he saw. The man looked to be about Bill's age, and build. Baseball cap
with a tight curl to the bill. Really couldn't see his eyes as they were
covered with the cap. He was reclining in a blue late model Toyota
Tundra. Bill stuck his arm out the window and rested his hand just above
his lap, and then took a gander over on his left. Young guy. Sunglasses,
brown hair, and a little face fuzz goatee. Red Ford pickup. "Oh yeah" he
thought.

	Over the next half hour there were a mixture of subtle gestures and
messages sent between the three men as they sat in their respective
spaces. Just enough apart to provide each other some privacy, yet close
enough to see the nuances that each men threw off to each other. Bill
looked over to this right, and watched as the blue Toyota looked back. Blue
Toyota then peered over his shoulder to his right, and looked around for
cover. Then he looked straight ahead, and followed it with a direct look
down towards his crotch. He turned his head left, and looked directly at
Bill for a reaction. Bill grinned, and stretched his left hand down and
softly caressed the head on his cock. Making his left forearm flex, ever so
slightly ...rhythmically...one...two...three...four. He looked back over to
his right to see if Blue Toyota could notice. He could read the man's lips
as he jutted his jaw out, and mouthed the word, "Yeahhhhhh," and nodded
affirmatively in a subtle manner. Ok, one accounted for.

	Bill then looked down at his now at full stiff cock, and rolled his
head to the left to see what the kid in the Red Ford was doing. What he saw
made him quietly groan to himself. Red Ford pursed his lips in a tight "O"
and Bill could see his right arm moving slowwwlllly up and down from his
crotch. Bill let him see his smile, and gave him a little nod of his
head. Mouthed the word, "Yeahhhhhhh." His cock was leaking now. For the
next twenty minutes all three men took notice of their subtle exploration
of each other's cock, just from where they each sat...just watching. Bill
upped the ante, and with his head turned to Blue Toyota brought his right
palm up to his mouth and took a long obvious lick of it. "Fuck that tastes
good," he thought. Real fleshy! With his glistening palm he drew it back
down and preceded to coat his thick, cut 8-inch cock with it. He couldn't
resist exhaling a long breathy whew with his lips pursed out exalting in
its glory. He could read Blue Toyota's lips mouth the word,"Fuuuucckkkkk!"
and proceeded to take his own right arm and draw it straight up with his
hand lovingly pumping his own red hot cock, letting both men see his arm
gently pumping.

	Bill quickly looked over at the kid in Red Ford, gasping as he saw
the stud take his right hand and with what appeared to be a tube of lube
squeeze out a dollop of the stuff in his left hand. His fingers nimbly
fluttered over his lubed palm and Bill could see his whole hand get coated
with the gooey stuff. Bill stopped breathing as the kid then slowly
straightened up and pushed his hips above the window line and both men
could see this studs' thick cock get juiced with his greasy
hand. "Yeahhhhhh!" Bill breathed over to him.

	From then on all three men gloated in their exhibitionism for each
other's pleasure. What a show. All three pushed up their hips to expose
their hard-on to each other. Bill took his middle finger and licked it. He
then drew it back to his oozing cock head and swirled the cum that had
collected there. He pulled it straight up for the other's to see the
spaghetti-strand like string of cum, and sucked in his mouth. "Oh man,
tastes so fuckin good!" The other two studs mirrored his actions and Bill
could then see their own long strands of cum being pulled up and down from
their fingers and then back again to each other's Helmut shaped cock
heads. "Oh this is so good!" thought Bill.

	Meanwhile the practice with Mike was drawing to a close. Mike liked
practice. Not for just the game and competition. He liked being around
coach Edwards. He knew he had to keep it a secret, but he couldn't help
himself whenever he was around the swarthy man. Mike was able to stretch
out the time by stowing the gear that the rest of the team had just left on
the field. He was getting nervous as he could see that it was just he, and
coach collecting the gear and putting it away. "Let's wash up Mike," coach
growled. The locker room was dim, dank and stunk of sweat from the other
team members. Mike couldn't help but feel a twinge of his jock-covered cock
to that smell. It smelled like...guys. Mike could hear coach around the
corner as he pulled off his cottons and made his way to the head to sit a
spell. Maybe if he timed it just right he could get to see coach...all of
coach. He pulled open the door to the stall, and sat down. They're on his
right and on his left were two three-inch holes bored into the walls of the
stall. Just plywood. Someone years ago had made them. It must have been
easy.

	It was quiet. Mike couldn't hear coach. Couldn't hear the
shower. Couldn't here him moving around...nothing. Then after a minute or
two, Mike heard the pat, pat, pat of bare feet, as they got closer to his
side of the locker room. "Oh man!" Mike breathed quietly. "It's him!"
"Coach stayed and his heading this way!" he thought. Mike thought he might
have some time to pump off a good load for himself if coach had given him
some privacy and left. Mike could hear coach rustling around right outside
the door to his stall. He could see the shadow of the burly man as his
paused outside the door for just a second, and then opened the door to the
stall on Mike's right side. Coach sat down. "Quiet...it was so, fucking
QUIET!" Mike screamed to himself. Mike could see through the hole that
coach was leaning forward like himself with his hands clasped together and
his elbows resting on his beefy thighs. It seemed like an eternity, but
Mike HAD to see. He slowly pushed his chest forward a little and raised his
head up. Then he looked over through the hole without moving. Coach was
doing the same. Mike settled back down, but Coach leaned back resting his
back on the wall behind him. "Fuck! What's he doing?" Mike wondered. After
a few minutes Mike leaned over towards the exposed hole in the wall with
his old-as-his-father coach on the other side. Closer and closer he had to
get, so he could see. Then he got it. Mike got a full on view of coach
spread out, leaning back and arms resting to his sides, thus leaving his
full-grown cock out for Mike to see. What a cock to see. Mike look up at
coach's face, and was surprised to see coach looking right back at
him. Coach reached down to take a grip of the root of his power, and
proceeded to squeeze the root of his manhood for his charge to see, and
take full advantage of the opportunity he was offering. Both Mike and Coach
made eye contact by now. Each showing off one another others cocks, to the
other. Mike could see that Coach was licking his palm and using it for lube
and then he would hold it up, and offer his slick hand to Mike. "Wow, he's
offering it to me. My hot beefy coach is offering me slicked up hand for a
handjob. Suddenly coach stood up, making Mike strain to see over on his
side. Coach turned towards the wall with the hold between the two. Mike
stopped breathing as he waited to see what would happen next.

	Coach slowly pushed the bulbous head of his thick cock to the hole,
and let it rest there. Letting Mike get an opportunity to view his meat,
and do more if he wanted to. THERE! Mike tenderly grasped coach's turgid
cock right on the bulbous head. It was so hard, yet fleshy. "Ohhhyahhhhh!
Attaboy!" breathed coach. Coach pulled it back, and Mike could see that he
was straining to not cum. "Whew! Man!" he gasped. Coach got down on his
haunches and pulled his face closer to the hole. "Your turn pup. I'll show
ya!" He breathed. Mike stood up and proceeded to poke his meat through the
hole to his mentor. He gasped as coach gripped his cock with his warm,
slick hand. Coach pumped his fist on it a couple of strokes, and then
leaned in and swallowed it whole.

	Two more cars pulled up adjacent to Blue Toyota and Red Ford. That
makes 5 vehicles with a space between each other. They gave just enough
room for privacy, and just enough distance to see. The original 3 partners
immediately cooled down and waited to see what the two newcomers were up
to. Green Chevy truck to the right of Red Ford appeared to fit in right
away as he stretched out on his bench seat and placed his left arm out the
window, and reclined back a little. He looked straight down to his groin,
and then right at Red Ford for a reaction. Red Ford leered back and gave
him a subtle nod. He looked like he was approaching middle age. Late 30's
nice artwork stretched out on his left forearm. It consisted of a USMC
Bulldog. Hair was short, with a small trimmed `stache, but it was the
wedding band that completed the package.

	Black SUV adjacent to Blue Toyota's right was college aged
too. Sunglasses, t-shirt, and buzz cut blonde hair topping his trim build
made him a welcome partner. What'd he want? We all waited patiently, and
cooled down to see what was up. Kid in Black SUV tried to stretch his head
up to see in the lap of Blue Toyota. Blue Toyota didn't take the bait. Good
boy! Make sure first. Blue Toyota lightly flexed his left forearm while he
gently squeezed his cockhead, all the while he looked straight ahead like
he was indifferent to Black SUV. They both did the look down at their own
crotches and then look up at the other for a reaction. The volley was doing
the trick. Black SUV proceeded to spit in his hand and then reach down to
his cock. There's only one thing he'd be doing with that. What he followed
it up with, was to bring up to his right hand something that he seemed to
grab from his center console; a little brown bottle. He uncapped it, and
took a long hit to his nostril while grinning at Blue Toyota. "Oh fuck
yeah," said Blue Toyota. He struck pay dirt, and thrust his hips up just
enough to take a long slow swirl of his hand on his cockhead with just the
head peeking over the top view of his window....barely...with his thumb
straight up. "Yeah, attaboy," I whispered. "Draw `em in." That did it for
Black SUV who then pushed up his hips to fully expose a beautiful cut, 9"
thick cock, and take a long, slow, swirling pump on it, while looking
directly at Blue Toyota for a reaction. He got it. Blue Toyota joined him
and let him get a view of his hardon. That did it for all 5 of us and we
all put `em up. "Fuckin beauuuuuutiful" panted Green Chevy to Red Ford who
both were gripping their cocks at the base and just giving them a slow wag
for each other. I did my spaghetti cum strand for Black SUV who immediately
formed a big circle O with his lips and was pumping away while he watched
me, and could see through my window to both Red Ford and Green Chevy. We
had been "edging" for some time now. I had to sweat to not cum yet. It was
so good. "Hold off!" Hold off" I screamed to myself as my eyes teared up
while I struggled to not cum. A cop cruiser pulled up next to Green Chevy.

	Coach was gently slurping, and munching up and down Mike's cock
that had turned instantly into stone. "Ohhhhm'god!" he breathed. Coach
immediately pulled off. Mike felt the cold chill of air on his cock. He
ducked down to look through the hole to see what coach wanted next. He was
standing up in all his muscle bound glory. Mike could see everything
now. Coach was leering down to him at the hole. He gripped his thick cock
at the base and wagged it up and down for Mike to see, and then let it
throb by itself. He bent his legs at the knees and slowly headed to the
hole with his outstretched pecker. Mike backed off. The head was at the
hole. Mike touched it with his finger, and some ooze flowed from the piss
slit. Coach pushed a little further. "That not what I want son." Drawled
coach. He pulled back, paused and then returned his cock to the hole. I
knew that this was going to be my first cock. "Oh man, if it's not now,
it's never," I thought. I hunched right down on my knees to the ground to
settle in for this. "Ok coach," I breathed. I leaned in and opened my mouth
to introduce coach's cock to my tongue. I slurped and started to make
little bobbing moves. "Take your time pup. Take your time. Get used to it,
before you're able to show me what you can do with a full grown mans cock
son," Coached whispered. I backed off and started to try to munch down
slowly. I reached my limit and backed off. "Aaaaatsittt!" You're learnin'!"
growled coach. I kept up at it. This isn't easy, but if sure felt good to
me. I was wacking away at my own hardon down at the floor. After a few
minutes I reached the base of coach's cock and held it. "OH FUCK YEAH!
That's IT SON! You did it. I knew could. Attaboy, awwww man that's good!"
yelled coach. Hearing this I lost it. Gush after gush pumped out of my cock
on coach's feet. "Yeah, you like that huh Mike?" grinned coach. He pulled
out as I was moaning out loud, and my blast off was coming to a close. He
left his stall and pulled open my door. I looked up at him breathing as
hard as if I just ran a mile. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Fuckin-A
bubba! That was beautiful!" He said. "You ok?" He asked as I stood up and
he put his right hand behind my head and stepped in closer to me. Our
foreheads touched and he pulled my head into his chest as he hugged me
tight. "You ok?" he repeated. I looked up at him with my chest still
heaving. "Coach?" I gasped. "First time son?" he asked. "Um yeah. That was
INCREDIBLE! Can we do it some more?" I answered. "Anytime you want bud, but
we have to be careful." Whispered coach. "That was beautiful." We both said
out loud.

	Everyone froze and immediately cooled down. The cop was an old
timer. Late forties, or maybe early fifties. Short dark hair, and a thick,
bushy `stache. He took off his sunglasses and put `em in the visor. He
shuffled in his seat to settle down, rested his thick, hairy left arm out
the window, and looked to his right at Green Chevy. He gave Green Chevy a
grin and a perceptible nod. He then peered around his left shoulder to see
if anyone else was around, and then did something out of character. He
looked right down at his crotch and then rolled his head to look right at
Green Chevy. "What the hell...? I thought. No one did anything. Cop brings
his right palm up to his face and brushed his mustache with it in a
downward stroke. He looked over his right shoulder (I guess) to see if
there was anyone coming. His right forearm appeared to be flexing as he
fiddled with something in his lap. No one did anything. Cop pushed his hips
forward as he reclined in his seat, and kept on looking at Green Chevy. No
one did anything. With his right arm stretched down to his groin he
returned his left arm out the window. Then he (imperceptibly) started to
gently flex his left forearm. Like he was stroking something. It was
definite now. His left forearm definitely was gently, slowly but
discernibly doing a gentle pump. We started to take notice. I proceeded to
stroke my (now limp) cock with my right hand. Making sure that my motions
were barely detectible to my left side. The cop nodded and pursed his lips
in a big O. "I don't fucking believe this," I thought. Black SUV upped the
ante by pulling his left elbow straight up and down as he pumped his cock
with his hand in an obvious manner. "Ok, going for broke then," I
thought. Red Ford then took a long lick to his palm and returned it to his
cock to re-lube it. Cop grinned wide and nodded a big yeah. He then pulled
my trick. He looked down at his crotch and pulled his right hand straight
up with his index finger drawing a long string of cum for everyone to
see. I excitedly brought my cockhead just up to the window, and swirled my
right fist around the head, with my thumb straight up for him to see. Then
the cop did it. He pushed up his hips for everyone to see this man had a
monster cock, and he was rock hard. Licking his hand again he sluiced up
his cock with it and it glistened while he pumped on it. That's all it
took. He then gushed out one, two, three, four big glops of thick cum
jumping from the bright red head one after the other on his steering wheel,
the dashboard, and windshield. Everyone was cheering. Green Chevy was
cumming loudly. So was Red Ford. I was right behind him. Hours of edging
had made it a real gusher. "So FUCKING good!" I gasped out loud. My eyes
brimming from the down turn, the cop started his cruiser, and leaned over
to the right window, "I been watching you guys for the last couple of hours
over on the other side. GREAT show! Thanks! I'll be reliving this with some
of my buds, who will be checking this out probably sometime. Nothing better
than a long afternoon edge session with a bunch of buds, huh?" he yelled as
he pulled away. I was still coming down when suddenly my son's coach pulled
up and dropped off Mike. I had cum all over the front of my truck.

	"Dad?" queried my son as he looked in the right window, next to
Blue Toyota (who still had yet to cum). Mike gaped at the mass of dripping
cum and then over to Blue Toyota, and could see his hardon still stretched
out rock hard from his lap. "What are you doing Dad?" asked Mike as he
opened the door and scrambled in. I just sat there slack jawed as my son
eyed my glistening hard on. "Man pop! Nice one!" he gushed. "No wonder you
like hanging out here while I'm a practice" he gleaned. I was till struck
dumb as he then reached over with his hand, and gripped it. "Oh, man is it
ever thick and so big!" he gushed. This was quickly turning into the most
surprising, and shocking incident of my life...but I just froze as my
18-year old stud son gently and lovingly pumped the cock that made him.
Meanwhile his coach was still parked next to Blue Toyota and both were
watching my son get acquainted with my cock. Blue Toyota just couldn't
wait. He rose up and stroked his greasy, thick cock and pumped out one
massive load after another, moaning out loud. "Oh fuck that even hotter!
Your own fucking son is jacking you off man! That's fucking incredible.
First the cop and now your own son...yeahhhhhhhhh!" As he was quickly
starting up his truck, and pulling away, Mike opened up the door and got
out.

	Mike ran over to his coach and started talking to him. It was
brief. He than walked around to my side of the truck and rested his arms on
the window, and leaned in. I was looking at coach who appeared to be
pumping a nice one himself, and pushed his cock up beyond the window to
prove it. It was a beauty, but before I could take this in Mike licked his
palm and reached in to curl his fist around my cock and started pumping.
"Come on Dad show him." He said. I looked at both Mike and coach.
Recognizing a great opportunity I gently raised up to show Mike's coach
what he was doing to my pecker. I pressed the base of my cock against the
steering wheel, and made my meat go taut with Mike stroking it from the
base to the beet red head. It wasn't going to be long now. I watched as
coach swirled his own beefy fist up and down his full-grown manhood. "Oh
yeah! Oh that's so hot. You & your `ol man. Jerking off your own Dad! Oh
fuck, here it goes sport!" he growled as he gushed load after load on his
own dashboard, and windshield. That did it for me. "Attaboy son! Pump Daddy
good. Christ you got a good touch! Good boy! Good boy!" I yelled as I added
more loads to my truck's steering wheel and dashboard. "Where the fuck did
he learn how to do that?" I asked as I stared at coach's dwindling cock.
"All I did was show him his first glory hole. You two are more than welcome
to use it anytime." He'll show you real good," Answered coach as he started
up his truck and pulled away. "We have a lot to talk about son," as I
started up the truck too. "Ok, but lemme show you something in the locker
room first Dad." He grinned.