Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2018 17:23:54 +1100 From: Silent S Subject: Dad's Jockstrap (1) If you enjoy reading stories on this site, please donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html --------------------------------------------- Dad's Jockstrap -- Part 1 It was Sunday afternoon and I had the house to myself. Considering my dad worked from home, this didn't happen very often, and being the horny teenager that I was, it was a perfect time to jerk off. I went upstairs to my dad's bedroom and opened his underwear drawer. He had quite an assortment of underwear, I always liked to try them on and jerk off in them. I pulled out a pair of tighty whities and put them on. They were a little bit too big for me, so I took them off and put them back. Next were a pair of skimpy white bikini briefs. I put them on and they fit perfectly. They must be super tight on my dad. I liked how the front pouch was stretched out a bit. I looked at myself in the mirror and started to get hard. I rubbed my bulge and thought about dad's cock being in these briefs, stretching them out. A little bit of pre cum made a wet spot on the briefs. I quickly pulled them off and put them back in the drawer, hoping the spot would dry and dad wouldn't notice. I reached up the back of the drawer and pulled out a white jockstrap. It was a white Bike swimmer jock. I quickly stepped into the straps and pulled the jock on. My rock hard cock stretched out the mesh pouch and started to make a little wet spot from the pre cum leaking out of my cock. I turned around and checked out my ass in the mirror. I wonder if dad wore this to the gym or when he went for a run? I pulled my cock out of the pouch and started to stroke my cock. I thought about my dad running in the jock and how his big cock and balls filled the pouch, the straps straining against his firm, hairy ass. I imagined what the jock would smell like after he wore it, all sweaty and piss stained. I wanted to see my dad strip off his clothes and see him wearing this jock. I would get down on my knees and sniff it and lick his huge cock through the filthy pouch. This thought sent me over the edge and I shot a huge load of thick, white cum into my hand. I quickly licked it all off my hand and cleaned up my cock with my t-shirt. I carefully took off dad's jock and placed it back in the drawer. The next day, I got home from school and went upstairs to go to my room, as I was walking past my dad's room I saw him in his jockstrap. He had his back to me so he didn't see me. He slipped it off and threw it in the wash basket before walking into the bathroom and closing the bathroom door. I stood in the doorway and waited. I heard the shower turn on, so I crept over to the wash basket and picked up the jock. I was going to take it back to my room, but I couldn't wait, I shoved the dirty jock in my face and inhaled deeply. It was everything I ever imagined. I could smell dad, his musky sweat and hints of piss. It made me instantly hard. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my hard cock and jerked off thinking about dad in his jock again. I put it in my mouth and sucked. It tasted so good. I knew I was about to cum so I took the jock out of my mouth and held it at the end of my cock and shot a huge load into it. I wiped up my cock and dumped it back in the wash basket. I put my cock away and zipped up my fly and went to my room. I stripped off my school clothes, grabbed a towel, went to my bathroom and had a long hot shower. When I got out I noticed my school clothes were gone, dad must have come in and cleaned up my room. Then I noticed there was something on my bed. I walked over and saw the cum-soaked jockstrap and a small pair of running shorts. I was in shock. Dad must have found the jock, but why did he put it on my bed with these shorts? Am I in trouble? I went to my drawers to get some clean underwear, but they were empty. I looked in my wardrobe and it was empty too. Where were my clothes? Confused, I slipped on the jockstrap, the sticky, wet pouch pressed against my cock and it made me go hard. I put on the running shorts. They barely covered the jock. I bent over in front of the mirror and saw that they revealed the straps. My hard cock strained against the pouch of the jock. Nervously I went downstairs. Dad was in the kitchen. "You going for a run, son?" "Uhhhh, no, I just had nothing to wear." "Don't worry about that, son. I'll make sure you have something to wear." "Thanks, dad." "You know, you should come for a run with me sometime, you will probably really enjoy it." "I'll have a think about it." "OK, well I have to go do some shopping, I need a new jockstrap. Is there anything you need me to get for you?" "Uhhhh, no, I should be fine." Dad got up and left me standing in the kitchen in his shorts and jockstrap. I still had a massive hard-on.