“Yes. Gay sex I aimed to change that. As the drips of my juice rang in my ears. My bulged jockstrap barely able to hold my bulbous cockhead within its cottony mesh confines.“Whoa! “Yes. And for the sex. You know, that feeling you get when someone is watching you. “Every fucking time.”“Me. Yes. Again.“You. It looks wonderful on him as his ass cheeks peek out from its spacious elastic leg straps.I feel more droplets of my juice empty into the mesh of my jock. I was constantly adjusting my erection in my weathered and worn jockstrap inside my own very-short workout shorts. His are a deep ocean blue, so I was hooked. And I was slobbering over his defined muscles and the glorious blonde hairs that fill every mountainous crevice of his chest. The dampness was gushing from me as more droplets joined the first one. A few years back I was at my local YMCA. And the noise of this echoes in my ears. I can.”There is a noticeable bulge in the pouch of his strained jock, too.
