Date: Sat, 1 Oct 2011 08:55:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: bobert smith <bobert_poptart_smith@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joe's Jock

Ok guys a quick little disclaimer

This story is a work of fiction any resemblance between the characters
depicted in this story and any real persons, living or dead, is
coincidental and is not intended.

This story includes descriptions of sexual acts between two men
(both of legal age) and a sexual situation.
If reading such material is illegal where you are, if you are under the age
of 18 (21 in some places),or if you are offended by such material,
please stop reading and find another website.

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I am aware that my grammar is atrocious, but this is a first draft
of a story that i would like to group and submit to be published
let me know if you would be interested in reading more from me
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Joe's Jock


"Brian, Joe called while you where
out." I had just walked after a rough day at work. "Oh yeah, what
was he saying?" I loosened my tie and flopped on down on the couch.
"He wanted you to come over tonight, said he had a favor to ask."
My roommate Kate was busy in the kitchen, banging pots and pans by
the sound of it. "Did he say what?" I asked wearily, I loved Joe
but I was dead on my feet and in no mood to do anything but lay
around the house. Kate's incisive clatter had grown louder and I was
fairly certain that she hadn't herd me. I let the matter drop.
	God knows what scheme Joe had come up
with, more likely then not it was something I wanted no part of.  I'd
known Joe for years. A photographer by trade, I had met him at a
local street fair trying to sell prints of half naked men to a group
of elderly women in floor length skirts. I struck up a conversation
with him under the pretext of haggling down the price one of his
photo. Truth is it wasn't his work I was after. Just looking at his
scruffy five o'clock shadow, his broad shoulder and the bulge his
jeans, I though we'd spend the rest of our lives together, or at
least a sweaty hour in the sack.
	Friendship over grew lust and Joe and
I had grown very close over the last couple years. That's not to say
that in that time we hadn't bantered a fairly innocent flirtation
with one another I still got a secret twinge of excitement when ever
I see the odd snatch of Joe's bare skin. I figure that will pass with
time though, right?

	I tried calling Joe back a couple of
times but kept getting the same voice mail message. "Hey it's Joe,
I'm either working or balls deep, leave a message and I'll call you
back." After the third time I finally left an exasperated message.
"Joe its Brian. Kate told me you called, let me know whats goin
on."  I doubted he'd call me back. My body ached for a hot shower,
I knew I probably smelled liked the hard day I had put in at the
office. I'm work for a general contracting firm and spend my fair
share of time a different work sites throughout the day, and manage
to work up a good stink.

	I stripped down to my underwear and
stood in front of the full length mirror attached to the back of the
bathroom door. I took in my reflection; the thin farm boy build that
only years of manual labor can build. My color looking slightly
sallow under harsh, florescent light  Slowly, I ran my hand up and
down my chest, bringing my small dark nipples to intense bullet
points. Running back down my chest my fingers grazed the waistband of
my white briefs. My cock slightly swelling as I slipped one finger
under the elastic, feeling the soft patch of pubic hair underneath.
	Days of working late and having to
wake up early had deprived me for any company, whether it be another
body or my own left hand. The last couple day had left me with
\raging hard on at the office, work sites and just about every
commute. My bulge strained the front of my white, cotton, Y fronts,
the fabric slowly pushing outward as my cock rose with excitement. I
needed to bust one very, very soon.
	I pulled my hand from my briefs before
my lust got the best of me. Turning to the shower I turned the tap on
as hot as it would go. The shower hissed to life, I dropped my briefs
and stepped under the spray. The hot water cascaded down my skin,
washing away days of stress and sexual frustration.




	Twenty minutes later I was out and
feeling alive again. Scooping my dirty clothes off the floor I made
may way back to my room, my cock leading the way. Letting my clothes
fall to the floor I sat, damp and naked on the edge of the bed.  The
mushroom tip of my prick staring up at me. My phone still hadn't rung
so I figured I had a few minutes to spare for carnal lust.
 	I wrapped my fist firmly around the
base of my pulsing member, almost able to feel the blood rushing in
and out of the organ. Wanting a little more stimulation, I let my
eyes roam the room. Nothing really screamed out "Hard On" till my
eyes landed on the pile of clothes I had taken off. Laying on the top
where my white jockey shorts.

	One thing I find more sexy then
anything else is the smell of a well worked man, myself included.
Having already washed the days sweat from my body I knew my pits
where clean and fresh. My jockeys however where a different story. I
lifted the shorts off the pile, grabbing them by the crotch and
turning them inside out in one slick movement. Slowly as to savor the
moment, I raised the cotton pouch, that had cradled my sweaty cock
and balls just half and hour ago, to my nose. I was immediately hit
with the mingled perfume of masculinity, sending my cock into
overdrive. My hand worked over my sensitive skin, my own familiar
musk spurring it on faster and faster.
	 I was deep on the way to a quick but
powerful orgasm, my bedroom door swung wide open. Joe stood in the
door way, half dumbstruck, by the sight before him. He covered his
shock well, instantly turning his his gaping mouth into a sly smirk.




	Closing the door behind, Joe let out a
small chuckle. "Thinking of someone special?" he asked pulling
the used undies out of my hand.
	 "There mine." I mumbled a little
embarrassed he had caught me in the act.

"Oh yeah." Joe said, this time his
laugh coming in a raspy bark.

	"Boy you must be some kind of a
freak in bed." he raised an eyebrow in my direction.

"Yeah Well I guess you'll never find
out." I said with a smile, my embarrassment subsiding.
	"Oh yeah?" he asked. I watched as
Joe raised my dirty underwear to his nose and inhaled deeply. "I
think I could deal with that stink, the question is?" he paused as
he took a few steps forward. "Do you think you can deal with
mine?". Joe continued to move closer as he spoke. His his hand
slowly working the button fly on his jeans. Seated on the bed brought
my face within inches from his open fly.



	Joe let his pants drop to the floor
leaving him standing in a tattered jockstrap. "You're sure?" I
asked tentivily, the only response I recived was Joe hand on the back
of my head. I gave into Joe's touch, letting his lead me into the
pouch of the worn jock. "Take a deep breath." Joe's voice had
turned husky and gravled in what I assumed was lust.
	Pressing my nose deep into his coved
cock, I feelt it stiffen on contact. I breathed in Joe's esscnece, My
hand slowly working my turgid erection. "You like that don't you."
Joe said, gently grinding my head into his cortch. I let out a small
wimper, muffled by the stained cotton. "Yeah, I though you would."
he said in a breathy chuckle "Haven't washed it in quite a while."
I let my tounge flick out over the textured surface of the pouch,
sweat mixed with the taste of dired cum mingled on my tounge.



	I let my fingers find the elastic on
Joe's jockstrap, pulling down, trying to force the filthy jock to the
floor.  His hands held the fraying band to his cut hips. "No." he
said softly, "I just want to watch." the disappointment must have
displayed on my face. Softly my hand was pried away from his waist,
he bent slightly and place my hand on my hard on. "I just want to
watch." he said again.
	I didn't have to be asked twice, I
sized my girth and worked it quickly. Joe's hand once again firmly
holding my head to his groin. My cock pulsed once in my hand,
unloading a gallon of pre-cum on to my head. Using my thumb I quickly
smoothed the slick secretion over the surface of my gland, shivering
slightly at the sensitivity. Nusleing my way south, I positioned my
nose on the pouch under his balls smelling the sweetness and musk of
fresh sweat.



	I must have hit a sensitive spot on
Joe because with a growl of lust the hand on the head tightened into
a fist. With a hand full of my hair Joe rubbed my nose over is
covered balls, slightly humping face face with is bulge. My hand
still furiously working my member, I felt the first wave of orgasm
wash over me causing me to busy my face harder into Joe. With a long
slow shutter my body erupted, volley after volley of cum drenching my
chest and hand. I slowly milked the last drops of cum from my cock. I
unwillingly pulled my head away from Joe, longing to bury it once
more as soon as the smell left me.
	Joe was still very much visibly
aroused, "You know I'd be glad to help you with that." I said
already edging for a reason to make contact with his skin again.
"Nah, I'm good." he replied, his hand working his cock trapped in
the tight confine of the underwear. "I was right," he said, a
cocky lull to his voice, "You are a freak, maybe next time I'll
let you at my pits."
"Looking forward to it." my cock
and already started responding to the idea and I hoped Joe's offer
was serious. "Are you sure you don't want some help, I feel kinda
bad."

	Joe bent over and pulled his pants up
from around in ankles. "It's cool, I've got these bad boys to look
forward to." His raised his hands showing me my balled up briefs.
"They'll be getting plenty of use at my place." and with a wink
he tucked them in his back pocket. "I'll call you tomorrow,  we can
do dinner." And with that he left, left me alone and covered in cum
and wondering what exactly had just happened