Spunky Jocks

A few years back, I met a married man, like myself at the gym. It started with some healthy eyeballing on the gym floor and then mutual discreet bulge tugging to signal to each other that we appreciate what we saw. The shower scene sealed the deal. He took the stall opposite mine – no curtains in this New Jersey low brow gym and we both put on a good show by severely washing our respective, hard, cocks. Back in the locker room he moved his gear closer to me and when no one was looking, he snatched my sweat drenched black jockstrap and inhaled it deeply and tossed it in his bag. “ Give it back”, I snarled and he did, looking a little crestfallen. I took it, wrapped my towel around me and went into a bathroom stall. I cranked out a load as fast as I could and came in the pouch. I returned to the locker bench and tossed it in his lap. He took it, looked at it and saw my creamy load glistening in the pouch. He smiled, put the jock in his duffle finished dressing and left.

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