CARL
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Leopard JockStrap? Here? At Olympus!? Well, I ain't complaining,
but someone might...
"Fluorescent Leopard JockStrap ... Recommended by Doctors." Why
would doctors want to recommend fluorescent JockStraps? Oh
well... I hunted out my size and un-hooked it from the rail... I
looked around the shop to see there were only six people in the
shop, one customer (me) and five staff... my gaze then shifted
back to the guy at the counter, towards which I was now heading.
He was 6'2"+, blonde and maybe about 20-ish. I placed my intended
possession onto the counter, he picked it up, shot a small smile
at me, and then said; "If you wouldn't mind waiting a moment sir,
I must just go and check something with this article."
He disappeared into a back room, so I decided to have a look at
the rest of the staff. It was Thursday afternoon, and they had
nothing better to do than to chat each other up. Two guys, two
girls - all in sports gear (but what do you expect in a sports
shop? And they weren't very interesting either - quite
traditional, actually - not even kinky! Oh well...
The blonde arrived back, with a cheeky grin on his face He picked
up a bag from behind the counter, and slipped the box into it,
pausing slightly, which brought my attention to the piece of
paper inside the box which read "URGENT". I flashed a puzzled,
acknowledging look back at him, and he said "That's six ninety
nine, please, sir." I placed a ten pound note on the counter
"Thank you, sir, here's your change. Call again soon."
He finished, with another grin, and a touch of irony to his
voice. I picked up the bag and my change the headed out of the
shop, glancing at the rest of the staff, who hadn't seemed to
notice I was there. I also looked at my watch - it read 13:15.
Lunchtime!
McDonalds was my next port of call. Having received my food, I
then set about trying to find the quietest (which wasn't hard,
there were only about four other customers about, and one of them
a wino who was about to be thrown out, so...) and the most
private corner in the whole place. Now, this WAS hard! Have you
ever tried to find a private corner in McDonalds besides the
toilet booths? Those places are designed for you to feel
vulnerable while eating, if you are all alone. I found a place
that was just about good enough: upstairs, hiding behind a
plastic rubber plant.
I finally let my curiosity get the better of me Putting down my
half-eaten Quarter Pounder, I quickly pulled the box from the
Olympus bag and, having opened it, three things came out: A
black-and-pink 'Athletic Support'; a folded piece of paper with
"URGENT" written on it; and the pink-and-black packaging.
Replacing the JockStrap and packing, I unfolded the piece of
paper. This is what it said.
Hi there!
You may consider me totally disgusting in
placing a message into the packaging of your
JockStrap, and if so, DO NOT READ any more of
this letter. Put it into the nearest litter
bin.
(I read on...)
So - you have decided to carry on reading.
You have just purchased a very interesting
article of clothing, and I was wondering if
you might like to try it on ... soon ... and
maybe with some help?
OK, so you now think I AM disgusting, but
please don't take this to my manager. I
risked my job in the hope that you might want
to meet. Also, I think you bought the
JockStrap to attract attention and to show
off. If so, come back to the shop, and go to
the 'accessories' stand (where all the
JockStraps and ankle protectors are), and I
will meet you there so we can arrange
something.
Carl.
What the hell! - I HAD bought that JockStrap to attract
attention. I finished my meal quickly, then walked (read
"sprinted"!) back to Olympus. As I entered the shop, I looked
around to see four large families, each trying to buy matching
trainers for all of their kids. There were now six staff, and
Carl saw me and moved towards the accessory stand. I walked to
join him, and decided to make 'the first move'. "Hi! Got your
note."
"Yes, um, you didn't think..."
"No, I'd love to meet. Where?"
His face lit up, and it made me think ... maybe he wasn't that
old. I now reckoned about nineteen ... so he was now only a year
older than me ... and he had a beautiful 'public school' accent.
He replied, "Well, what about the city leisure centre?"
"Yeah, fine by me. What time?"
"I get off shift at two. I'll meet you outside the centre at two
oh five," and then, as one of the children approached, "No, I'm
sorry sir, we don't stock the fluorescent green ones, only
fluorescent pink, but they're just as good to tee-off with." He
grinned again, and went to help the small boy locate the rest of
his family. On leaving, I glanced at my watch - the time was
13:49, so I ambled my way slowly across town to the leisure
centre, arriving at two o'clock.
Carl arrived exactly on time, he was wearing black tracksuit
trousers and a white Olympus T-shirt, and carrying a large blue
"Head" bag. It was his turn to start the conversation. "Hi there,
I see you made it," he grinned, motioning inside. "Well, shall we
go swimming then?"
"Yeah, sure." I answered enthusiastically.
Then he smiled, and said "By the way, I don't know your name!"
I laughed, and answered "Jon, as in Jonathon."
"OK, Jon, as in Jonathon, let's go inside."
We went up the large stone steps and walked in. The woman at the
cash desk barely noticed us. "Yes Luv?"
"Uh, two, for swimming please."
"That's two pound thirty, Luv."
"OK, here you go, thanks."
Carl picked up the tickets and locker tags, and I followed him
into the changing rooms. As changing rooms go, they were quite
normal: white tiles, wooden benches, the sweet smell of sweat,
nothing unusual - except for the absence of private booths, which
was really quite fun. There were three others in there besides
Carl and Myself - listening to their conversations, I found out
that their names were Dave, Andy and Ian.
They were all about fifteen or sixteen, and quite well developed.
Dave was 5'9", quite white, and wearing white Y-Fronts. He also
had wet hair. I realised they had all been swimming already ...
so my hopes of seeing one of them nude were dashed, I thought.
Andy, however, still had his swim trunks on. White Speedo
'Bikini' style - very fetching.
At that moment, I realised I had no trunks or towel. About to
mention this to Carl, he produced a pair of black Bikini Trunks,
and a towel. "Here you go," he said, grinning (as ever). "You
might need these!" Having turned to focus my attention back to
Andy, I saw him drop his trunks and turn toward the wall. Nice
arse... Carl nudged me. "Just off to the john, Jon!" he said. I
acknowledged.
And then Ian. Wow! He was 6' plus, lightly tanned, and very well
hung. He had only just walked in, having been in the shower, so
of course he was nude. He was rather hairy, had a very muscular
body and a large penis, which was uncut. He flashed a smile at
me, picked up his towel, turned around and started to dry off.
Where was Carl? I decided to go and locate him, and I walked off
toward the toilet area, where I saw him having a pee He turned
around and smiled at me. I suddenly felt an urge for a urination.
Both of us having finished, we returned to the main changing
area, and went toward our 'spot'.
There was no-one else in the room any more, and I now turned to
Carl. He undid the buttons of his T-shirt, and pulled it up over
his head and put it into his bag. He then sat down and took off
his Reeboks and socks (I decided to remove my shoes and sock at
this point too). He had a gorgeously smooth chest, with very
muscular arms, and a hairy navel.
He put his thumbs together, then down between his body and his
trousers - and he then moved his thumbs around to his sides. He
pushed his trousers down quickly, stepped out of them and put
them into his bag. Now he turned to face me, he had a Leopard
JockStrap on ... and he was huge! He stood with his legs open
directly in front of me and said, "What do you think?"
I leant forwards and planted a kiss on his navel ... then stepped
back. His legs were just as muscular as the rest of his body, and
they were slightly hairy too. He spun around, he had a very good
arse. Lightly tanned and very smooth. I kissed his back.
"Your turn" he said, now facing me, evidently comfortably erect.
I undid the buttons on my shirt, then removed it and faced him,
all I was now wearing was my Levi 501's, no briefs. He waited.
Slowly, I unbuttoned my flies, then pushed my 501's to the
ground, stepped out of them and looked him straight in the eye.
He knelt down, still keeping eye contact, and slowly kissed my
penis, carefully pushing his tongue into my foreskin, then he
stood up and removed his JockStrap. He WAS huge! I then knelt
down and kissed him exactly the same way. "Plenty of time for
more of that after we've swum" he said, and reached for his
trunks. I pulled on the black trunks he'd given me, and carefully
folded myself into them - not that they were too small, but I was
very big, thanks to him.
We walked to our lockers, putting our stuff away, then out into
the pool. He made a perfect racing dive (straight legs & arms)
and went storming off up to the deep end. I, on the other hand,
was more interested in the bodies about! I counted just twelve
people in the pool area, not including the life-guards or Carl
(or myself): seven female, five male. The females were a group,
they were all about 14 and boring ... giggling and staring (well,
I didn't mind the staring, in fact, I made quite a show, but the
giggling! eugh!). The males? There were three old guys having a
leisurely swim, and two boys also about 14 who appeared to know
the group of 'girlies'.
Anyway, Carl and I then spent the next hour or so swimming after
each other. The first time he caught me, he pulled my trunks down
and rubbed me up slightly, then put me back again ... nobody saw.
We saw the departure of all those who had been in the pool when
we got in, and the arrival of a Women's Institute group (read
"gang"!) who spent their time eying us up as much as possible.
This also spoilt our fun. Three hunky guys also came in, but they
looked straighter than a Roman Road. They left, and we followed
about three minutes after.
As we walked back into the changing rooms, Carl whispered "Well,
this is where the fun starts! Let's hurry into the showers." And
with that, I hurried. Carl didn't follow, though: he went to his
locker and brought something out (good lockers here, you could
open them again and again rather than having to pay money).
The three guys were in the showers. They were all, as I said,
hunks, and peeking around the corner of the shower wall, I could
see they were also all wanking off. A very nice sight it was too,
but as soon as I rounded the corner with an erection, they
disappeared ... obviously shy.
Carl walked up behind me and kissed the back of my neck Then he
started to massage my anus with K-Y Jelly. He went on to massage
my balls, then as he knelt down in front of me, I could see that
his penis, huge between his thighs, was now touching the floor.
He carefully started to suck me off, tenderly licking my foreskin
back ... and starting to suck. My hands went to the side of his
head, to slowly pull him back and forth along my shaft. The water
was everywhere, refreshing me, but I was feeling good anyway.
He was still massaging my anus with K-Y, and on the floor I could
see the K-Y tube, and a silver foil package - condoms, of course!
I was slowly starting to climax, he realised, and stopped
everything he was doing, suddenly and completely. I almost came,
but managed to settle down He ordered me to kneel down ... it was
his turn.
He stood in front of me, and, as I was kneeling down, he towered
above me. I took his penis into my mouth just as slowly as he had
mine. He took hold of my head ... I started to carefully lick the
very tip of his penis. His hands started to get quite forceful,
slowly pulling me back and forth, as I had now licked his
foreskin back as far as it would go. He tasted just as good as he
looked. He started to moan, and I reached down to the floor,
picked up the K-Y Jelly in my free hand, and slowly started to
massage some into his anus. His hands got more forceful...
I stopped, picked up the pack of condoms and stood up. Our
penises touched. "Carl, I want to fuck you."
"Mmmmmm, please do." He replied, and turned around.
I unsealed one of the condoms, and rolled it down my penis.
Kissing the small of his back, I entered him. We both groaned
very loudly, and he opened his legs as far as he could. I began
to slowly move back and forth inside him. His huge hands held my
thighs, and I then grabbed his penis, slowly wanking him off -
and I still had some K-Y on my hand...
The grunting and groaning hadn't gone unnoticed, and two fifteen
year olds started to peer round the corner. I climaxed! It had to
be the most amazing orgasm I'd ever had. The two fifteen year
olds walked in, and started to wank off, staring at us.
"What are you looking at?" Carl said (his voice only just
steady).
"Uh, nothing!"
"Come here."
The boys approached. I knelt down in front of the guy with the
biggest penis, and took it into my mouth. He came in my mouth
thirty seconds later, just before his friend, who had had the
same treatment from Carl. They left.
"Oh well, they were rather bor..." I said, but was interrupted by
Carl, who had suddenly entered me. I made a large groaning sound,
and just relaxed into apoplexy. He had a hold of my penis, and
was wanking me in rhythm with his shafting ... back and forth, as
he started to moan. I was no longer there. We climaxed together!
After disengaging, we showered down and relaxed. I had just had
the most amazing experience. We went to our lockers to get our
clothes, then back to the same spot where we had first undressed
together. I got off with him, we both had the fifteen year olds'
cum still in our mouths... We wanked... Then we dried off, and I
pulled on my new jock.
"Beautiful," said Carl. "Fancy a sauna?"
But that's another story...