Date: Fri, 5 Feb 2021 09:47:00 -0500 From: Natty Subject: Jockstrap Shopping Jockstrap Shopping by Natty Soltesz "What else do you need?" I asked Trevor. We'd been shopping for an hour or so. Trevor is my very good friend Angela's son, I've been in his life since he was a child. Angela was working a lot of doubles and had asked me to take him shopping, which I was happy to do: I liked spending time with Trevor, even more so now that he was basically an adult. "Uh, just one other thing," Trevor said, seeming embarrassed, which was unlike him. "Coach says I need to get a jockstrap." "Oh, sure," I said. I was surprised to find that the suggestion of my hunky charge in a jockstrap had quickened my pulse. Trevor played football and baseball, and he had the body for it. He was short but packed with tight young muscle and it was pretty impossible not to notice and admire his solid physique. We headed to the sports section and found the jockstraps. I tried to not pay attention as Trevor picked out two of them and dropped them in our cart. "All good?" I said. "Should be," he said. "I've never worn one of those before so..." "I'm sure it's fine," I said, skipping past the embarrassment both of us seemed to be feeling. We made our purchase then headed back to my place, where I made us dinner since Angela was working into the evening. "So, are you dating anybody?" I asked as we ate. I knew from talking to Angela that Trevor had had a few girlfriends over the years. "Nah," he said. "I'm just focusing on the season and school and getting into college and stuff. Girls are too much trouble." "Yeah, relationships can be kind of complicated. They take up a lot of your time and attention," I said. "But, they're hard to avoid sometimes." "I know, I've been so horny," he said, then looked up at me. "Sorry if that's weird." "It's fine," I said, but my heart was racing again. To be honest, I'd always gotten a bi vibe from Trevor, a laid-back ease which suggested he would be just fine with kicking back while a buddy went down on his meat. Trevor knew I was gay and it had never been an issue. I'd entertained fantasies about having sex with him in the dark parts of my mind, but I'd never considered pursuing them. He helped me do the dishes and then we had another two hours to kill before Angela came to pick him up. "You mind if I try some of this stuff on?" he said, looking through the bag of clothes we'd bought earlier. "Not at all," I said. "You can go on the back porch." The back porch was enclosed and my yard was private. "Cool," he said, and grabbed the bag of clothes. I finished up in the kitchen and then went to the living room to settle in and watch some TV. "Hey Uncle Mike, you got any scissors?" Trevor called to me. "Yeah just a sec," I said. I got up and grabbed the scissors from the kitchen then went to bring them to him. When I got there I found Trevor in nothing but the jock. He looked at me with an anxious expression and I knew he'd done this on purpose. To what purpose I wasn't sure, but he was a sight: his dark-skinned, muscled body all on display, offset by the white jockstrap that framed his beautiful, round butt and cupped his sizeable mound in front. "Thanks," he said, giving an awkward chuckle as he took the scissors from me. "I want to get in these jeans but they got all these tags on em." "No worries," I said, and though I knew I should leave I found myself staying put. "Jockstrap seems like it fits," I said. "Yeah," Trevor said, and he looked down and turned from side to side as if to show it off. He looked up and saw me looking, and then I noticed his cock growing. Trevor took the scissors and began cutting the tags off the jeans. "Here," I said, handing him the trash can. His cock was totally hard now in his jock. I was beside myself. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself. I made a move. "Want any help with that?" I said, nodding toward his cock. Trevor didn't say anything. He turned toward me, looking down at the front of the jockstrap which was stretched out obscenely to accommodate his big, thick erection. It was as clear an invitation as any, so I got down on my knees in front of him and pulled down the jock to release it. "Fuck," Trevor whispered. I was thinking the same thing. His big dick was there in all its glory, hard and sticking out from his body with a pearl of precum at the tip. I licked it off and then sunk all eight inches of his hard teen dick down my throat. "Oh fuck oh fuck," Trevor said as he felt me go down on him. I bobbed my head, taking in the fresh smell of him as I sucked his cock. "Feels so fuckin good," he said. "Mm hm," I concurred with his dick down my throat. I sucked him a bit more -- I could tell he wasn't going to last long -- and then I came off his cock and spun him around. I figured he'd never had a rim job before. And his ass was really a thing of beauty, two mounds of firm flesh that just begged to be licked. I sank my face into him and my tongue found his slick hole. Trevor gasped. "Oh my god. Holy fuck," he said, his voice barely a whisper. His ass was so firm and so sweet and I licked it as deeply as I could, diving into his deep crack so that the sides of his ass were hugging my face. When he was gasping for air and had to brace himself against the table, bent over to accommodate my face in his butt, I spun him around again and started sucking his cock again. I was relentlessly going down on him, sucking him tight and deep. "Oh fuck, Uncle Mike, I'm gonna shoot," he said. "Mm hm," I said, wanting him to know it was okay to cum right down my throat. "Oh fuck oh fuck here it comes," he said, and with a deliciously tortured groan he started to unload. His cock swelled and pulsed as shot after shot of cream filled my mouth -- so much teen cum, I couldn't believe it. I held on to his balls, gently, feeling them pulse as they gave up their load into my throat. "Shit, fuck..." Trevor said. His eyes were closed, face twisted with pleasure as he orgasmed. When he was done I tucked his dripping cock back into the jock and I stood up. "How was that?" I said. "Fuck," Trevor said, and smiled at me. "Good," he said. "Good," I said, and laughed. "Uh, don't tell your mother?" Trevor laughed, to my relief. "Duh," he said. To be continued... More stories on my Patreon: www.patreon.com/nattysoltesz Support The Nifty Archive! https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html