Return of the Jockstrap - Part 3

We’re back! Sort of. Turns out it was a pinched nerve, which is still making typing a chore, but we’re muscling through with the help of some physio. Things will be slow for the next little while, but I hope to get back on a regular posting schedule by next week. Until then, enjoy!

The smaller one cupped Joel’s package, but something felt strange. Despite the guy’s beefy hand, it felt like he couldn’t encompass Joel’s junk through the mesh of the jockstrap--he was only feeling the heat of the dude’s palm on half of each nut.

“Damn, butterball is packing now,” the guy whispered.

Joel had enough. He batted the smaller guy’s hand away and then shoved him against the wall. “Answers. Now,” he said, sounding calm but with a fire in his eyes that revealed the rage building within him.

The larger, rounder, and slightly less hairy one moved toward them, but the smaller one waved him back. He then looked up at Joel and smiled a disarming smile. “Look, sorry to barge in, we just wanted to… congratulate you.”

“Congratulate?”

“Yeah, for finding my jockstrap,” the guy said. “The name’s Erick. My slightly larger associate is Keith.”

Joel turned his head to see the double chin on Keith gain a new crease as he nodded, then Erick continued. “And you found my jockstrap, which as you might have guessed, has certain inexplicable properties.”

“Yeah, like now I’m the size of King Kong,” Joel quipped.

“Not quite as hairy, but close,” Erick replied while plucking a hair from Joel’s chest. “Plus you’re hung way better than he is,” he added and squeezed the part of Joel’s shaft he could grasp.

Suddenly, despite the awkwardness of the situation, Joel felt a rush of blood to his groin at Erick’s manhandling of his manhood. “In addition to making you large enough to be worthy of such a supportive garment, it also seems to gain strength whenever it eats a load from the wearer,” Erick said.

“Wait--eats a load?”

Erick patted Joel’s shaft as it stiffened and elongated, already causing the jockstrap’s mesh to tent and leave his sweaty, fleshy, and significantly hairy groin.

“You’re a big fuckin’ boy,” came the husky voice of Keith from beside Joel’s ear. He hadn’t noticed the hulking man approach, but now his hands were cupping both of Joel’s breasts as his hot breath caused beads of sweat to break out on the new and thick folds of Joel’s neck.

Meanwhile, Erick continued to pet and stroke the now fist-sized head as it angled up between their corpulent bodies--jammed between Joel’s enormous belly and Erick’s still cloth-covered one. Already the jock’s mesh was damp with Joel’s pre, and the colossal man let out a small moan as arousal overtook rage to deny him any cognitive thought.

“That’s it, big guy,” Erick cooed as his hands slipped beneath the jockstrap’s mesh to stroke Joel’s turgid length. He couldn’t see beneath the top of their squashed-together bulk, but it felt to Joel like Erick’s hand was forced to travel an incredible distance. “Just give it what it wants.”

The massive paws groping his chest left him and Joel heard from behind the metallic thud of a belt and jeans hitting the floor. Then the hands returned followed by the warm contact of soft, hairy skin on his back, and something hard poking between Joel’s cheeks. Despite the increase in volume to Joel’s ass, the cock undoubtedly seeking access still felt big between Joel’s vast buns.

To Joel it was like sensory overload. The sudden appearance of these hot and horny dudes, the feeling of so much flesh on yielding flesh, and above all the feeling of hungry mesh on his dripping cockhead--It was all too much. Any thought of ejecting these two hulking brutes from his room had long since been replaced by primal urges, of bumping and grinding, sucking and fucking, and using every inch of their supple, hairy bodies to pleasure his enormous fuck stick.

Suddenly Joel felt a surge, and then he was cumming into the mesh still covering his dickhead. He shuddered and moaned as he pumped load after load into the jock strap, spare drops falling to the floor but surprisingly few based on how much he felt was coming out of him. And for how long, as his massive body continued to shudder and quake against Erick still pinned to his dorm room’s wall by his weight.

“Atta boy,” Erick said as he gently tugged the base of Joel’s dick, encouraging the last few drops out and one final shudder from the massive man. Joel was taking deep gulps of air to catch his breath when he felt a snap from behind, and then the feeling of the jockstrap being ripped from the creases of his body. Keith tossed it to the side of the room where it landed amongst a pile of laundry with a squelch.

“You broke it,” Joel mumbled, but Erick shook his head.

“It’ll be fine,” he said, pushing with all his strength to get Joel back to standing and away from the wall. “You, on the other hand, look like you might need a full servicing.”

With that, he undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor revealing a thick, uncut dick erupting from a forest of pubes that were only slightly thicker than the hair that went up to his stomach and down each stocky leg. Joel remembered that cock from the locker room, how much he’d wanted it then, and immediately dropped to his knees to bring such a beautiful cock his to greedy face.

Joel didn’t notice how his belly was scraping the floor as he took Erick’s dick into his mouth. Neither did he notice when Keith stepped in from behind to align himself with his hole. He did notice when Keither entered though--a feeling of brief discomfort followed by incredible fullness and then indescribable pleasure. Joel’s cock, which had remained hard after jizzing in the jockstrap, began to leak a steady stream of pre that smeared all over the underside of his hanging gut before forming a small puddle on the floor.

The room quickly filled with the sounds and smells of nearly a half ton of men engaged in the most primal of acts, with Joel being spit-roasted enthusiastically right in the middle of the room. To any potential onlooker the scene would be quite the sight, with Keith’s belly sliding back and forth on Joel’s enormous backside while the whale of a man noisily slobbered over the thick knob that Erick presented.

Erick went first. Joel couldn’t see it, but Erick’s face screwed up into a rictus as his dock twitched, then dumped a load straight down his throat. Joel sucked it up greedily, and once finished began to meet Keith’s thrusts with his own, the slapping noise of over 800 pounds of meat slamming into each other eventually punctuated by Keith’s bellowing moan as he filled Joel’s opposite end with cream.