Jockstrapped

Chad Donovan wiped down the locker room benches after the game, the air thick with sweat and victory. His fingers brushed Joshua Sterling's discarded jockstrap, still warm from the stud's body. He lifted it, inhaled deep—the raw, musky scent hit like a drug, stirring his cock to life. Horned up, Chad gripped his thickening shaft, stroking until it swelled rigid. He bent low, lips parting to suck the plump mushroom head into his mouth, tongue swirling greedily. The door creaked open. Joshua and Sky Thompson strode in, eyes locking on the scene. No words needed; grins spread wide. The two jocks dropped to their knees, eager mouths taking turns on Chad's massive cock—sucking deep, licking the veined length, tongues dancing over the tip like it was their favorite vice. Joshua and Sky climbed onto a bench, straddling it side by side, their firm asses brushing together in invitation. Chad knelt behind, fingers plunging into their tight, heated holes, teasing the puckered rings. He leaned in, tongue tracing Sky's rim first, then Joshua's, lapping with hungry precision. Sky bent forward, engulfing Joshua's throbbing cock in his mouth, sucking with rhythmic pulls. Chad positioned himself, slicking his head against Sky's blond cheeks before thrusting in deep from behind, pounding steady and relentless. Joshua ground his groin against the rough stubble of Sky's crew cut, friction sparking fire between them. They switched—Joshua slid into Sky's stretched hole while Chad fed his cock to Joshua's waiting lips. The assault intensified, bodies slick and slamming, grunts echoing off the tiles. Finally, satisfaction roared through them: thick ropes of cum spurted in turn, painting skin and bench in hot, messy triumph.