Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2016 19:12:59 -0500
From: Jake Payne <jtp246@gmail.com>
Subject: Caught Sniffing Dirty Jockstrap

This story is a true story that happened between me (18) and my best
friend's dad (42).

This story happened to me about 2 years ago and it hasn't left my short
term memory since.
It was a summer day, and I went over to my friend Anna's house to laze
around and watch movies. We'd been friend's for about 4 years at this point
and I had met her father about the same time I met her. His name is Steve
and he is a total daddy jock stud. He's 42 and married, but with the body
of a 29 year old who works out everyday. Pretty hairy guy with great legs.
He has two kids including Anna and still manages to run a business, keep
his house landscaped and work out often.
  So Anna and I went into the basement and put on some boring film.I put
down my backpack and sat on the sofa. The layout of her basement was pretty
simple. The basement door was next to the laundry room and a kitchenette.
Down past the kitchenette, was the stairs and to the left around the
laundry room corner was the bathroom. The bathroom door was next to the
sofa we we're watching the movie on.
  About an hour into the movie, we heard the basement door open and close.
We looked to the direction of the sound and saw a shadow go into the
laundry room. Anna called out for her mom, thinking it was her, but Steve
walked around the corner, sweaty and shirtless. Just coming back from a
tennis workout he went to put his clothes in the hamper and take a shower
but didn't know we we're down there until Anna had called out to him. Anna
offered that we go to her room so he could shower and upstairs we went,
sadly.
  Anna told me about something going on that night and asked if we should
go and I agreed. Luckily I had left my bag downstairs and Anna had to get
ready and put on makeup. So I told her I was heading to the bathroom and to
grab my bag- as if I didn't remember that Steve was showering down there-.
When I got downstairs, I heard the shower running but the door wasn't
closed. I glanced in for a bit but couldn't see anything. I walked past the
Kitchen and toward the basement door where my bag was. When I turned around
I saw Steve in his jock in the laundry room, facing away from me. I didn't
know if he had heard me, or seen me trying to see into the bathroom. His
hairy ass constrained in his Bike jock was so hot. Then he coughed and I
got scared he would see me so i went back by the door. Suddenly, he turned
the corner naked and I pretended to look for something in my bag. He was
surprised to see me for sure. He gasped and covered himself and walked back
into the laundry room.
  He apologized to me and i replied along the lines of,'nothing I've never
seen before'. He agreed and mentioned that in a house full of girls nudity
is kept very private. He walked out of the laundry room and said he was
hopping in the shower to cool down. But as he turned the corner I swear I
saw him check me out! As soon as I heard the door close to the bathroom I
ran to the hamper and pulled out his jock. It was piss stained and sweaty.
I breathed in his man scent and the blood rushed to my cock. I got so hard
and felt the need to jerk off. As I was starting to rub the outside of my
pants I got a shiver down my spine and was paralyzed by Steve's voice, "I
knew it."
  I'll never forget him saying that or what came next. He accused me of
being a pervert who liked smelling other men's smelly clothes. He mentioned
that he was coming back to grab clothes that he had forgotten after his
shower and didn't expect to find me there sniffing his jock. I almost
started to cry when he grabbed the jock from my hand and pulled me in to
his chest. It wasn't a hug though, he was angry. Steve pushed me down on my
knees and commanded me to, "smell it".
  I was so shocked to hear that. I though for sure he would beat me or call
the cops. I was only 18 so I was only a kid and had just lost my virginity
earlier that year. He dropped the jock on my face and told me to wipe my
tears. I did and then as soon as I took the jock pouch away from my eyes,
he pulled my neck into his crotch, right under his balls. They we're so
musty, and sweaty that when he pulled away, a bead of sweat actually stayed
on my face. I was in such a whirlwind of emotion and lust that I just
started licking every inch of his crotch. He grabbed my hair and pushed his
hairy uncut cock into my mouth. I didn't even notice he was uncut until he
did that. I ran my tongue in circles in his foreskin and he moaned. He
pushed my mouth away and told me to go to the bathroom.
When we got in he locked the door and lifted me up onto the sink. He spat
on this cock and then into his hand and started to finger me. I told him
that we should be quick and he nodded and rammed his uncut dick into my
tight hole. I ran my hands over her chest hair and moaned loudly. Steve was
pumping in an out now and had found his rhythm, when he suddenly pulled
out. I winced and looked at him confused. He opened the door and walked
away.
  I was so lost and scared at that point I almost just ran out the basement
door pants down and all. Then, luckily Steve returned with one of his dirty
jocks and asked me to put it on. He also was holding the socks he was just
wearing on his workout. I asked if he wanted me to put them on too, but he
said, "No. This is so you shut up and don't get me caught." He put one sock
in my mouth and tied the other around it to make it stay in place, and my
nostrils were flooded with scents that I will never forget. He fucked me
for another 5 minutes and then he came inside me. I felt his cock pulse
about 6 times as the same cum that made my best friend shot into my ass. He
untied the sock and told me I could keep the jock. I still have it and
often jerk into it, thinking of that day.