Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2004 21:05:38 EDT
From: Calcubx2@aol.com
Subject: Jockstraps and Fur Part 5

	I was in the city, on a business trip. I'd taken a few extra days
off to play before Jack was going to join me on Friday. I checked out of
the hotel the bank had me staying in and checked into the Orion. Most
cities have them; Orlando has Parliament House, San Francisco has
Beck's. It was still too early for much action so I walked around until I
found a small diner that looked good.

	The place was almost empty. I ordered a club sandwich with
coleslaw. Reading the paper, I saw him out of the corner of my eye. Same
stocky build as Jack, wearing a white dress shirt with tie loosened and
black slacks. My meal arrived; I ate as I continued to read but also
continued to check him out. Slouched in the booth with his newspaper half
on the table and half in his lap. After a few minutes, our eyes met as I
drank my coffee. Sparkling turquoise eyes.

	"Join me?" He asked with a smile.

	We introduced ourselves and talked; work, the city. Throughout the
conversation there was a continuous soft rustle of the newspaper.

	I finally had to ask, "What the hell are you doing?"

	"Jacking off." He replied quietly with a wicked smirk. "Look under
the table.

	I didn't know what to say, or do, so I did as he asked. His slacks
were unzipped with 7 hard inches of man-meat sticking out. He stroked it in
his fingers, the middle of the thick shaft curved slightly up. I sat back
up.

	"And you do this often?"

	`Yep," He responded. "Every fucking chance I get. Love to get my
rocks off. Don't you?"

	I was about to admit I had a hard-on but the waiter appeared at our
table with more coffee. He was refilling mine when he said, "Put it away
Marc. How many times do I have to tell you, not here. Take it somewhere
else."

	"Jimmy, y'all just take the fun out of life." Marc said to him with
a pronounced drawl. "Let's go." He threw some bills on the table, I
followed him outside.

	He stopped in a recessed doorway halfway down the block. Turning
away from the street, he handed me his jacket. As he lit his cigarette I
could see that he hadn't zipped himself up when we left. He must have been
playing with his dick the entire time, it was rock-hard. I reached for him,
felt the heated flesh. "Nice." He whispered as I stroked. He pulled me
closer, unzipped my slacks and palmed my raging erection.

	We stood tucked in the doorway, oblivious to the world around
us. He'd slipped his cock through my open pants, the long hot pole snaked
continuously up and down under my jockstrap. His hot juice dripped wetly
and coated my already overheated dick. I reached between his legs; the damp
hair lining his crack tickled my fingers. I found his hole; clammy, moist,
open and waiting. My finger slipped easily in, the ring tightened slightly.

	"Play with my butt-hole." Marc cooed hotly in my ear. His thick
flesh-hammer beat a continuous rhythm against mine. He squirmed when I
slide another finger up his tight crevice.

	"Feels like somebody needs a hot fuck." I whispered in his ear.

	"Oh yeah." His rock-hard stick beat thumped wildly. Pushing himself
closer I crushed my rigid meat into his belly. "Want to feel your fat cock
slide all the way up my ass."

	I broke from his embrace and zipped up. "C'mon, let's go back to my
room." My fingers played up and down the length of his dripping stalk
before he tucked himself back into his slacks.

	The last rays of sunlight slowly faded as we walked the short few
blocks to the motel. I stopped toward the end of the darkened underpass,
before we walked into the muted light of the center courtyard. He fell into
my arms, our tongues wrestled, hands caressed each other. I pulled him to
me, crotch to crotch, kneaded the high-mounded cheeks of his ample
buttocks.

	He broke away first, dropped to his knees. If a flash he had my
jock-covered erection bulging out my unzipped pants, his mouth gobbled my
nads. His own iron-stiff cock jutted from his slacks. His slobbering mouth
felt so good. I wanted more, much more. I pulled him up, and holding his
dick as a leash, I pulled him along as I made my way to the stairs.

	I could see it was starting to get busy as the dark of night
advanced. Three to four guys walked each of the balconies, stopping
periodically to peer into an opened window. My room was on the fourth floor
but instead of going directly up, I pulled Marc along by his swollen meat,
eyes darting into each room.

	Most of the action was solo; we stopped to watch a hefty bear as he
lay naked on the bed fondle his chunky stalk while alternately playing with
an ample pair of hairless goose eggs and pulling his long nipples. All the
while he was animatedly talking on his cell phone. We passed several rooms
of men in various states of undress all watching those walking by. I was
getting increasingly horny and pulled Marc up the last flight of stairs. He
paused before a room, drapes partially drawn and resisted my tugging at him
to move along. I stepped back and peered through the squeaky-clean glass.

	A man sat on the edge of his bed, mid-30's. His hand caressed the
well-defined chest sprinkled with short cropped brown fur, played down
across the flat belly and disappeared down the front of his startlingly
white BVD's that contrasted with the dark tan. I stroked Marc's cock,
watched the motion's of the man jacking off. He cupped his hidden balls;
the firm span of his horse-meat stretched his underwear.  A dark circle of
wetness spread at the tip as he milked himself.

	I dropped to my knees and swallowed Marc in one gulp. My nose
nuzzled the dense patch of his pubes. I could hear a faint grunt from the
man on the bed. I glanced in his room, his hand a blur inside his shorts. I
grabbed Marc's fuzzy nuts, began to suck him in earnest, fast up and down,
his slickened shaft flying in and out my mouth. The man stood, shorts
dangled around his knees as he palmed his horny erection. The red-bloated
cap, the bruised piss-slit oozed an unending stream of silvery pre-cum. He
stepped closer, eyes never leaving mine as I tongued the rounded flange of
Marc's prick, slurped at the salty-sweet juice. The man jerked harder, his
nuts slowly began their ascent into the warmth of his groin. I wiggled my
tongue at him, and then gradually slid down the broad, vibrating vein along
the length of Marc's staff.

	There was a strangled rumble; a strange mix of a sigh, groan,
murmur of pure pleasure. White, syrupy pellets suddenly splattered the
windowpane. They flowed thickly, joined to create a pearly streamlet down
the glass. Marc pulled me up and away from the scene.

	I had barely opened the door of my room when I was roughly shoved
onto the bed. He was on top of me; hands rabidly stripped off my clothes,
his hot mouth tasting my naked flesh. I ripped off his shirts, fumbled at
his waist to unclasp his belt, pushed his slacks and shorts down to feel
his exposed ass. The solid mass of his butt-cheeks, covered in curly hair
damp with sweat. Abruptly, he sat up and looked around, leapt off the bed
to pull open the curtains before he shed the rest of his clothing.

	"Have you always been an exhibitionist?" I asked.

	Doing it in public really gets me hot." He replied as he pulled off
my shoes and socks. "It started a few years ago, I was at the mall with my
cousin Jeremy. I was trying on shoes. When the salesman went to get another
couple of pairs for me to try on, Jeremy mentioned how obvious the guy was
staring into my crotch, trying to catch a look at my dick. I don't know why
I did it but I pulled my jockeys aside under my shorts. If anyone looked at
me, I sat innocently with my hands in my lap, left hand over my right
wrist. What they couldn't see was that my right hand gripped my nuts and my
thumb was holding down my hard cock." He slipped off my pants and nuzzled
his face in my jockstrap.

	He continued talking while inching up my body until he sat with his
thighs on either side of my head and dropped his fleshy ball-sac into my
mouth. "The salesman came back with the shoes and started to put them on,
when he looked up I squeezed. The head of my cock pound against my thigh. I
spread my legs and half my shaft popped out. Didn't take long before I blew
my load. Shot my cream into the guy's hand. Got a free pair of shoes, too."
He sighed loudly when I suckled his nuts in my mouth. "Let's put on a good
show, baby, we got company."

	I had a brief second to see the two guy's standing outside watching
us; one with a hand buried in his boxers, the other rubbing a heftily
mounded groin. Then all I could see was the hairy crack of Marc's spread
ass move toward my face.

	My tongue shot out and connected with the rosy blossom as he
sat. He purred loudly while I licked around the tightened bud until he
began to open up and I was able to slither half inch into his hole. I felt
hands finally release my raging boner. I took the opportunity to slather
his sweaty crevice as he bent to swallow my dick. I savored the feel of his
hot lips dance across the spongy rim of my cock-knob while I buried my face
in the murky cleft and inhaled his spicy musk. I slapped his butt-cheeks
each one quick whack. He bucked against my face, forcing my tongue deeper
into his hole. In response, I rolled us over and forced my shaft down into
his mouth and pumped my cock in and out until he roughly shoved me aside.

	"You'll pay for that!" He said, but with a sexy smirk and added,
"We have quite an audience."

	I looked out, there was four men watching us now. In addition to
the first two, there was a young blond in a tight t-shirt, his jeans open
as he fondled an uncut 7 inches. Next to him, a man twice his age, chest
bared with clamps pinching his elongated nips, the ruddy cap of his pole
peaked out the top of his pants. Marc slid the window open a few inches and
dropped to the floor.

	"Feed me your cock." He said loud enough for the spectators to
hear.

	I stood over him holding my shaft at the base and waved it in his
face. "Tell me what a dick-hungry cock-sucker you are. Tell me how much you
want my man-meat down your throat."

	"Please?" He begged. "Let me suck your cum-hose. I want to feel
your hard flesh, taste your hot man-cream."

	I glanced to the window; the guy in the boxer's had his rigid dick
pulled out of the fly by the man standing next to him. The mushroomed cap
soaked in pre-jizz. I looked down at Marc's expectant face.

	"You want my cum?" I asked loudly. I stripped off my jock and
shoved it in his mouth. "Here's a taste, its a little stale." He chewed on
the jock while I slapped his face with my stiffness. Then I pulled the jock
out of his mouth and demanded, "Put your tongue out." He did as he was
asked. I laid the head of my meat on his tongue and stroked. Beads of
translucent cock-sap oozed thickly. I stood back. "Taste." Was all I said.

	As he savored my juice, I glanced out the window. Each man stood
with hand wrapped around the next man's cock, stroking slowly as they
watched. A sudden shock of electricity blast from my groin, spread through
my body; up to my head, to the tips of each finger, each toe. In seconds
the jolt reverberated back to center in my balls, they burned.

	I stepped forward, looked down at Marc and thrust my dick all the
way down his unsuspecting throat. He gagged, tried to force me back but I
wouldn't let him. He coughed, sputtered until I relented and pulled
out. Just as he caught his breath I dove in again, but this time he was
prepared and swallowed me with ease.

	"Take it, baby, suck that big dick." I fucked his face
savagely. "Get it nice and slick cause I got a hot load spunk boiling in my
nuts that I'm gonna shoot up that sweet, ass of yours." I started to get
into the scene as much as he was. "Look at that cock of yours, thinking
about my fat horse-meat sliding up your hole's making you rock-hard. Bet
you'll shoot your wad with my cock buried up your sweet ass-pussy." Marc
looked up at me expectantly when I pulled out. "You want your ass plowed?"
I asked him.

	He looked out the window before he replied "Yes.". The older man
was being sucked off by the blond, the other two had disappeared. A third
stood intently watching as I slipped back into my jockstrap. Tall, shaved
head with a trim black goatee. Chest muscles bulge under his shirt. An
enticing bundle twitched under his tight sweatpants.

	I sat on the edge of the bed; Marc straddled my hips facing toward
the window and slowly sank down. There was only a slight shiver when my
cock-head pierced his anal ring; then he slid down my shaft until I felt
the tight band contract rhythmically at the base of my dick. I reached
around; his semi- flaccid cock sprung to life in my fingers and was soon
firm, pulsating. I stroked him lightly as he adjusted to my girth.

	I let him set the pace, gradually lifting until he was almost off
then plunged back again. He stared as he fucked himself on my meat,
mesmerized by the action on the balcony. The blond was now standing, his
partner swallowing his rigid prick, playing with the hairless sack as he
sucked. The other man stripped off his shirt; shoulders, arms, chest, belly
coated with a pelt of thick, curly golden-red hair. Half-inch nipples stood
proudly from the slabs of his chiseled pecs.

	"Fuck me." Marc yelled as he bounced, pushing his hard cock between
my fingers. "Make me cum."

	I lay on the bed to allow him to ride me, bronco style. I don't
know how he did it but he managed to turn himself around, my cock never
losing contact with his ass. After a few more minutes of frantic fucking,
he maneuvered us around so he could watch out the window. Another young man
had joined the blond and they alternately stabbed their glistening dicks
into the willing mouth. I palmed Marc's straining meat as the blond slipped
into the final throes. His mouth open in a silent scream as his orgasm
neared. He stroked himself off; the first arcing splash of cream covered
the man's face where a long, wet rope of jizzum trailed from his forehead,
down his nose and across his cheek. The blond continued to pump, coated his
friend's turgid member with cum which soon disappeared down the older man's
throat.

	"Oh shit!" I moaned when I noticed the other man had dropped his
sweats. Huge thighs, legs covered with the same downy fur. The raunchy,
tattered jockstrap he wore barely covered the straining monster beneath.

	I pulled Marc to me, kissed him deeply while I rolled him over. He
lay prone with legs around my waist. I began to fuck; hard, deep and
fast. My sweat rained down on him as I pounded. We were interrupted by a
knock on the door.

	The stud in the jock stood, the door ajar and asked, "Mind if I
come in and watch."

	Before I could reply, Marc looked him and the eye and told him "Sit
on my face!"

	He didn't wait to be asked twice. He planted his broad ass down and
Marc started eating him out while I fucked his hole. A bearish hand
surrounded mine, we both jerked Marc's swollen flesh-pole. I leaned over,
wrapped my lips around the pointed nipple and sucked. There was a long sigh
as I nibbled the stiff peak.

	I glanced out the window; Blondie, his buddy and the other man were
gone. There were two athletic looking men in their 30's, shorts bunched
under their balls, long stroking their hard-on's as they watched our show.

	Marc squirmed, his hands tightly held my thighs pulling me into
him. His breathes deepened, I plunged in and out; short-jabbing thrusts. He
pushed the man back away from his face. "Close, need to shoot soon." He
whispered raggedly. The man sat against the headboard and cradled Marc into
his chest. His hands roamed Marc's sweat-covered skin.

	"Oh yeah." Marc murmured. The hands were at his tits; playing,
pulling, twisting. "Fuck me, make me cum." I slammed my cock into him, his
balls slapped wetly against my belly as he brought himself over the
edge. "Fucking gonna cum," he screamed repeatedly until I felt the already
tight ass-ring clutch my dick. A short burst of custardy fluid erupted from
his raw piss-slit, followed by a geyser of rich cream that shot up to his
shoulder. He shuddered as I thrust into him again and he pumped another
barrage of thick cock-snot onto his belly. I eased my prick out of his ass.

	"Saving yourself?" He asked me with a smile. He looked up at the
other man. "Thank you. I'm Marc."

	"Pleasure was all mine." He said as he bent to kiss Marc's
head. "Name's Hank."

	"Hate to cum and run, but I've got to get home." Marc replied as he
got up and dressed.

	We agreed to meet again in a few days, when Jack was in town. As we
talked, Hank lay across the bed, idly playing with his crotch while he
gazed out. Streaks of fluid dripped down the window; someone shot-off along
with Marc. There were two men on the balcony, eyes glued to the bulge
length hidden under Hank's jockstrap. He spread his legs for them and one
furry nut slipped out. He pulled the hairy orb, which made the swollen log
jump. He smiled up at me as the two men disappeared. I crawled between his
legs until my own jock covered erection bumped against his.

	"Looks like we both got the same problem." He said, hands cupped my
bare butt. "What do you think we should do about it?"

	I bit his left nip in reply. He groaned, one hand on the back of my
head begging for more while he kneaded my ass check in the other hand. A
think finger squirreled into my hole, I bit down hard on his nipple which
didn't stop him. I felt it sink to the knuckle.

	I looked into his face. "You're going to make me cum if you don't
stop." I told him.

	"Me too, let's get the first one over with so we can have a nice,
long second round." He responded and placed his lips on mine.

	My cock slipped out the side of the jock as I rubbed against his
furry belly, the long sweat-soaked fleece tickled my skin. The sudden
ringing of the phone interrupted us.

	"Hey, baby." Jack cooed when I answered. "Are you managing to keep
yourself occupied?"

	"Yeah." I chuckled.

	I bet you're putting on a nice show. Anybody watching?" He asked
me.

	I looked at the three men staring into my room. I described them to
Jack: The first, average looking, one hand buried under his opened shirt
with the other hand running along the bulging length in his jeans. The
second, a stocky young man wearing only black boxer's while his fingers
played with the tip of the tented material. The third a beefy black man in
an unbelted bathrobe stroked a long blue-black cock.

	"And they're watching you jack off?" Jack wanted to know.

	"Not exactly." I responded. They watched as Hank slipped his hand
under my jock and encircled my dick. "There's a hand on my cock but it's
not mine."

	There was a moment of silence. "What does he look like?" Jack
finally asked.

	"Let's see, about 6'2", 210, bald, reddish blond curly hair
everywhere, very sexy. And hot." I whispered.

	"Is he hung?" Typical Jack, he had to ask.

	"Don't know yet. Hasn't taken off his jockstrap but I'd guess 8 and
a half inches. Oh shit." I murmured as my cock was swallowed down Hank's
hot throat.

	"What the hell happened?" Jack sounded concerned.

	I held the phone to my waist so he could hear Hank slurp and suck
my meat. When he came up for air, he grabbed the phone. "My dick's just
over 8 inches and if you get your ass over here you can join the fun." He
licked across my tender cock-head as he listened to Jack's response. "Okay,
we'll get together over the weekend, I'll still be around. Your boyfriend's
a hot number, he a good fuck?"

	Hank settled back into the bed talking Jack. I casually stroked my
spit shined dick and turned my attention the action outside where the
stocky man was going down on a tall bearded guy who was playing with the
black man's tits.

	I jumped on the bed and buried my face in Hank's groin; licking and
sucking the hidden beefy log. His jock was frayed from over-wear, covered
with numerous stains. I could smell the sweat, the dried cum as I chewed
the ragged material. I snaked my hand underneath, felt the over-heated pole
tremble. The fleshy mushroom was drenched. I tried to ignore the one-sided
conversation. "No shit, eats ass like a fiend? Really." As Hank spoke, his
legs spread with knees bent.

	I couldn't resist the invitation. Continuing to pump his stiffness
in my fingers, I dove down and buried my nose under his balls. I swirled my
tongue around, pushing up against him. He took the hint and lifted his legs
back, the butt bud winked. I skimmed across the sensitive skin, my tongue
ran laps along his crack; tasted the sweaty fissure. I planted my lips on
the wrinkled opening, darted my tongue in and out quickly. He squirmed
against me.

	"Fuck, eat that ass." I heard him whisper hoarsely, not sure if he
was talking to Jack or me.

	I poked and prodded the tight cavity relentlessly. Each time
stretched him open more. I alternated with the tip of a finger and
tongue. By the time I had a finger up to the second knuckle the hand
playing with his cock was drenched from the continual stream of pre-cum
that oozed from his slit. I left a finger buried inside as I mouthed my way
back up to inhale one of his big bull-balls into my mouth. I rolled the
hairy orb in around and around.

	I finally heard him tell Jack he had to go "cause your boyfriend's
got a finger up my ass, nuts in his mouth and dick in his hand. It's time
to blow my wad. Yeah, this weekend." With that, he hung up the phone and
looked down at me. "You keep chewing my balls and get your hands on my
tits. Oh yeah, nice and hard. Feel my hot cum, it's boiling, getting ready
to shoot." He pulled out his thick cock-meat, his fingers barely touched as
they gripped the broad shaft. He pumped himself as I sucked and pulled on
his balls with my mouth.

	"Yeah, baby, make me shoot. Fucking gonna cum, make me fucking
cum. Oh fuck yeah." His nads shrunk back, I pulled and twisted his tits
until he bounced off the bed when his orgasm hit. A volcanic flood of spunk
erupted. He pounded his cock; his load sprayed endlessly covering himself
in rich, thick cream. I vaguely heard the gasps from outside.

	I could feel the tingle start deep inside, behind my nuts. I got on
top of him, felt the soaked, fiery log of his spent stalk nestle between my
legs. I dipped my cock into the juicy pool of jizz covering his belly and
stroked myself furiously.

	"Shoot it." He urged, fingers twisting my tits. "Cum all over me,
give me your load."

	That was all it took. I threw my head back and growled. I exploded,
the surge of fluid raced up my shaft, my piss slit blossomed as the first
jet jettisoned. My tender nuts sent blast after blast of hot sperm as I
came, my cum-cannon discharging its frothy load.

	It took a few minutes to come down from the high of my orgasm. I
closed my eyes and enjoyed the fleeing sensations as my body relaxed. Hanks
hands continued to roam over my skin, finally pulled me down to him. There
was an audible `squish' as I lay against him.

	He pulled my face to his. "Very, very nice." He whispered before he
kissed me lightly on the cheek.