Who's jock you sniffin' bro?

Paul had missed a lot of basketball practice because of problems at home.  It was really showing in his game.  Mr. Deeks, the assistant coach gave him a key to the gym, so he could practice on his own when ever possible.  One night after his part time job, Paul went to the gym to practice.  He’d stripped off his clothes and put on a jock and shorts right there in the gym since he was alone.  He was just pulling his shoes and socks out of his back pack when he heard a noise in the locker room.  He crept down the hall and saw a light on in the locker room.  He slowly peeked into the room.

There, he saw Kyle, his best buddy.  Kyle was wearing nothing but his jock.  His cock was hard and sticking out the waist band.  He was going from locker to locker, trying each door to see if it was locked.  When he found one unlocked, he rummage through the contents.  Paul was shocked.  Was his best buddy a thief?  He wanted to shout out, but something made him stop and just watch.  Kyle would sometimes stop and hold something to his nose.  He’d put it back and move on.  Finally, he got to the locker that the Coach shared with the assistant coach, Mr. D, they called him.

He took out Mr. D’s bag and pulled a jock strap out of it.  Mr. D was the campus heart throb.  His big hairy, muscular body, thick black hair and big bright blue eyes made the girls and a few guys swoon as he passed by.  Paul’s mouth dropped open when Kyle put the sweaty wet jock to his nose and took a deep breath of ball sweat.  Kyle moaned and pushed his jock aside to free his throbbing cock. 

Paul watched in amazement as Kyle sucked and chewed on the mesh material of the funky pouch while stroking his cock.  Kyle shoved a bench over to the locker and sat down straddling it.  He sat there sniffing and jacking. 

Finally, Paul couldn’t stand there squeezing the tent in his shorts any longer.  “Who’s jock you sniffin’ bro?” He asked stepping into the light of the locker room.

Kyle threw the jock and fell off the bench.   “FUCK, I didn’t know you were here!!” he shouted, tucking his cock in his jock and climbing back up on the bench. 

Paul stepped forward and picked up the soggy jock on the floor.  He put it to his nose and took a deep breath.   “I see, that’s definitely a hot man’s ball sweat.  Is yours the same?” Paul asked approaching Kyle.

Kyle didn’t answer.  He was too stunned by Paul’s question.  Paul leaned down and took the mesh pouch of Kyle’s jock in his hand and smelled it.  “Mmmm, it’s not the same, but it’s just as hot.” Paul said in a soft sexy voice.  Paul’s hand was pressed against the shaft of Kyle’s cock.   It had gone soft when Paul walked in.  All the blood had drained from it to Kyle’s red face.  Now it was quickly getting hard again.  Paul leaned down again and sucked at the sweaty pouch.  He pulled Kyle’s cock and balls out the side of it.  “Wonder if your balls smell the same.”  He huffed.

Paul put his nose to Kyle’s furry sack.  Then he shocked Kyle again by sticking out his tongue and licking his ball sack from as deep between Kyle’s legs and he could all they way up the cock shaft.  Kyle sat still, in complete shock and submission.  His eyes were open wider than they’d ever opened and his mouth was open to.  A clear drop of natural lube was slowly stringing down toward his belly.  Paul caught it with the tip of his tongue.  Paul took the drop of precum and placed it on Kyle’s lower lip.  He looked at the shiny drop then pushed it deep into Kyle’s mouth.  Kyle let out a whimper of surprise.

Paul’s left hand pushed the back of Kyle’s head, pressing their mouths together.  His right hand explored Kyle’s back all the way down to his sweaty crack.  They kissed deeply until Paul moved down his sweaty neck to his chest, his pits, his abs and navel and finally to his blond bush.  He lifted Kyle’s balls and licked sucked his balls into his mouth.  Then he moved up to the base of his cock and blond bush. Kyle lurched and his cock convulsed and shot out a long, thick stream of hot college boy cum that extended from the top of his head all the way down and across the side of Paul’s face.  The second and third shots hit the locker over Kyle’s head.  The rest were smaller and smaller.

Paul smiled at the thick coating of cum on the side of his face.  He licked the cum oozing into his mouth.  He’d never tasted another boy’s cum before.  He liked it.  He looked up at Kyle’s face.  Kyle’s eyes were closed and cum covered his lids.  Paul gently licked the cum from his eyes and forehead.  He licked Kyle’s face clean and moved down to his chest and abs.  Kyle was still speechless.  Paul wasn’t finished.

Paul took the entire length of Kyle’s cock into his mouth and down his throat.  He took it slowly and controlled so he didn’t gag.  He held it there, feeling it in his mouth, tasting it, savoring it.  It was even better than in his fantasies when he used to jack off thinking about sex with his best friend. 

He finally moved off Kyle’s cock and back to his balls.  He slid Kyle down on his back and lifted his legs.  He licked Kyle’s sweaty crack.  Kyle gave himself to Paul completely.  Paul took him completely.  He flipped Kyle over while pulling off his shorts and jock.  He buried his face in Kyle’s hot crack.  Then he moved up Kyle’s back.  A pool of sweat and gathered in the middle of Kyle’s lower back.  Paul drank it and moved on to his neck and shoulders.  His hard cock slid easily into Kyle’s crack like a hotdog in a bun.

“Fuck it.” Kyle huffed.

“HUH?” Paul said not sure what he’d heard.

“Fuck it, fuck my ass.  Fuck it hard.” Kyle said loudly, begging Paul.

Paul lifted his ass, positioning his cock at the door of delight.  Their sweat and precum combined to make his cock slip past the threshold.   Slowly, he eased into Kyle’s virgin ass.  Both guys let out similar moans.  Sweat poured off their bodies.  The bench was soaking wet.   As Paul pounded Kyle’s ass, Kyle slid back and forth on the vinyl.  He lifted his ass begging for more.  Paul gave it to him.  For his first fuck, Paul was like an expert.  He drew his cock out to the very tip and slid it in to the hilt.  Kyle got to feel the entire length of Paul’s long, thick cock.  He quickly got past the pain to the pleasure.

Sadly, it didn’t take long for Paul to reach his climax.  He pumped his entire load deep into Kyle.  Kyle felt him cumming and came again himself.   Paul was finally spent and collapsed on top of Kyle.  They could hear their sweat splashing down on the floor.  Paul rested atop Kyle as his cock softened and slid free of Kyle’s grip.  Paul kissed Kyle’s neck and as their breathing slowed to near normal.

“FUCK, THAT WAS WAY BETTER THAN I’D HOPED FOR.” Mr. D said from the darkness of the shower room.  Both boy’s slid off the cum and sweat slick bench.  Mr. D stepped into the light.  “I gave you two keys, hoping you’d finally get together.  I never thought it would be so fucking hot.  You two were meant to be together.”

“You set this up?” Kyle asked

“How’d you know?” Paul asked.  They watched as the hot, hairy hunk came into the light.  They saw his thick cock going limp and the cum dripping down his hairy trail.

“I’ve been watching you guys all year.  I knew you wanted to get together.  You just needed the opportunity.  I planned to be here tonight to see if you’d show up.  I was in the office catching a nap when Kyle came in.  I always knew you had a jock fetish.  I watched you stare at guys in their jocks, and when they’d leave them, you’d touch them and sniff your fingers.  That made me hot.  I’ve got a jock fetish to.  I decided to watch what happened.  Man, I couldn’t have fantasized a hotter scene.” Mr. D said walking up and helping the two boys off the floor.  He ran his hand through the slick sweat and cum on the bench.  “Better rinse this off before we leave.”  He said with a smile.  He put his fingers to his lips.  “Sweet” he said.

Paul reached out and captured some of the cum in Mr. D’s trail.  He licked it off his finger.  “You’re a cum slut.” Mr. D said brushing the side of Paul’s face with his big hand. 

“Guess I am.” Paul said enjoying the gentle touch to his face.  Paul then leaned forward and licked at the cum on Mr. D’s belly.  Kyle reached for his big thick dick.  Mr. D let them have their way.  Soon Kyle was face down on the bench again.  Mr. D was inside him and Paul was inside Mr. D.  All three were moaning, and making loud sex sounds.  They moved to other positions and back.  Mr. D had picked up his jock along with Paul’s and Kyle’s.  He held all three to Kyle’s face.  Soon, Paul filled Mr. D.  Mr. D filled Kyle.  Then he pulled Kyle up and gave him a reach around. 

The two young boys were totally exhausted.  Mr. D seemed to be just fine.  He took the bench into the shower and washed it off.  When he came out, he told the boys it was time to practice.  They whined, “We’re too tired.”  But Mr. D told them they were there to practice and that’s what they were going to do.  He dragged them to their feet and led them to the gym.  Kyle had to stop right away and clean out his ass.  Cum dribbled all over the gym floor.  Mr. D noticed the problem too.  He went into his office and brought an enema hose.  He hooked it up in the showers and he and Kyle cleaned out.  Paul laughed at their foolishness in the shower.  Mr. D caught him and held him while Kyle filled his ass.  Soon they were running around the shower using their asses like squirt guns and pissing all over each other. 

Finally, it was getting late and they dressed and left for the night.  They started meeting every night during the week and actually practicing before some wild sex.  Paul and Kyle’s game improved tremendously.  I guess practice (and hot sex) makes perfect.