Warning!!!!

This is a gay story so if you're not into that then pass this by!

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All work is fiction.  Any similarity between characters and/or
situations expressed herein and actual people and/or events is
purely coincidental.

All work (c) Chris Chin 1992

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Young Jocks In Heat
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     Chris and Brad made a fantastic couple: Chris was a blea-ched
blonde with green eyes and Brad was a strawberry blonde with dark
eyes.  Both were well-muscled young jocks and they had known each
other since childhood.  They also shared a fetish for gym gear,
especially tight-fitting jockstraps.  Chris liked nothing better
than to suck Brad off in the gym changeroom after a workout.  Brad
would always be wearing a pair of mid-rise briefs with his
jockstrap on underneath.  The two hard-bodied young guys would wear
the same jockstrap to work out in for weeks on end, soaking the
restraining cotton pouch with the inimitable aroma of teenaged male
crotch sweat.  In addition to drenching their jockstaps with their
sweat, they routinely jerked off into them, infusing the material
with the erotic smell of hot teenage fuck juice.
     Every week, in between sweaty workouts, they would exchange
jockstraps with one another so that each jockstrap got soaked with
both boy's juices.  After about a month or so of exchanging, when
each jock had been worn like a second skin by both Chris and Brad,
the two boys would meet for a very hot night of teenaged male to
teenaged male jock sex.  They would start by stripping down to
their jockstraps, then wrestling.  The sweat soon began to flow,
scenting the air with the heady smell of stale sweat and dried cum,
now moistened by the two studs' sexual exertions.  Following first
one boy's cumshot, and then the other boy's cumshot, the two boys
stripped naked and wiped each other down with their jockstraps
until both pairs were well saturated with cum and sweat.  Then,
they would slip each other's damp, sticky jockstraps over their
heads so that the pouch clung to their cute flushed faces.  Their
senses were flooded with the delicious scent and taste of countless
workouts and jerk-off sessions. Nothing in the world smelled so
good to them.  Nothing in the world turned them on so much.  It
seemed that cum and sweat were woven directly into the moist
jockstraps Chris and Brad wore.     After inhaling and tasting the
succulent jockstraps that clung so deliciously to their faces,
Chris and Brad proceeded to sixty-nine -- without removing the
sweat-and-cum-soaked jock-straps!  Brad's thick, cut prick was a
good seven inches long and sprouted proudly erect from a dense crop
of dark red cock hair, cock hair that was often matted with sweat
and cum.  Each of his pecan-sized balls throbbed hotly as they
churned out gallons of the sweet creamy cum Chris thirsted so
desperately for.  Brad's balls were his pride and joy.  They hung
so low that he could make a fist around the loose skin of his
ballsac; the base of his large pounding fuckpole on one side and
his tasty balls hanging below his fist on the other side.
     As for Chris, he was equally well-equipped, with a gigantic
seven-and-a-half-inch cockshaft that tapered near the head to a
walnut sized dickhead.  His cock hair belied his true hair color as
a mass of chestnut brown pubic hair obscured the thick base of
Chris' luscious lovestick.  Unlike Brad, Chris' balls were pulled
neatly up against his body, allowing Chris to fit his entire shaft
and balls into any hole his fuckshaft happened to be in at the
moment.  With two cum-crazed and horny teenaged boys, both horse-
hung and hot, a sixty nine was the only way to go, and it soon
yielded two mind-and-cock-blowing orgasms as both boys creamed each
other's dicks with their talented cock-sucking mouthes.  They
grabbed each other's ass cheeks and shoved each other's rods into
their throats to catch every drop of hot
steaming cum.
     Chris was always on the bottom, and he loved to let his mouth
fill with Brad's well-heated fuckcream before allowing some of it
to roll down his throat.  He wanted to taste the rich satisfying
cream before he drank it all down.  Chris sucked and milked Brad's
horse-hung cock dry, until those pecan-sized balls were drained of
all their precious man-juice.  At the same time, Brad always had a
hard time swallowing all of Chris' heavy load. Unlike Brad, who
came in spurts, Chris came in a steady stream. Brad sucked and
swallowed furiously, but still some of Chris' cum invariably leaked
out and stained the already cum-soaked and sweat-stained jockstrap
plastered onto Brad's face.
     After both boys had emptied their massive loads into and onto
each other, the shared a face to face kiss through the now-soaked
jockstraps, rubbing the wet pouches into each other's faces.  The
room smelled like a locker room after an orgy, the smells of cum
and sweat mixing and mingling.  Exhausted but satisfied, the two
boys would drift off to sleep in each other's arms, dreaming of
next month's encounter as their jockstraps dried into a hard mask
of dried cum and sweat.