Bottomed Jock

Stan was a top, but never felt he could get the guys he wanted. He knew he was more masculine than most other guys,a good coating of body hair on him and being able to grow a beard. He had worked hard on his body to get toned, happy he was able to see muscle. He wondered if maybe it was the clothes he wore, that he didn't highlight his features enough.

He managed to find a 'Bottoms' shop in his area that sold underwear, deciding to buy a jockstrap hoping the support would attract the right guy. He put it on, glad to have his bulge accentuated, wearing to the next time he was out.

He was amazed when more guys seemed to talk to him, their eyes trailing after him and slapping his ass. He couldn't have been more surprised when one big sexy stud started hitting on him, Stan letting himself get taken home. They barely made it to the man's apartment before clothes began flying off.

Stan was at the foot of the bed about to take his jock off when he was forcefully pushed back onto the bed. He looked up at his hookup who had fully stripped. a massive cock swinging in front of him. The stud grabbed Stan's ankles and pulled them up into the air, forcing Stan's accentuated ass to the edge of the bed right under the thick member. Stan gulped, realizing what was happening.

"Wait!" He tried to gasp, his body in a position that he couldn't escape. It was too late. The head of the cock had already forced itself into Stan's crack. The shaft followed, shoving itself through Stan's hole.

Stan gasped as he felt himself filled, endorphins releasing into his blood. Stan hadn't expected it to slide in so easily, finding his strapped rear already against the man's groin. It was as if his lower half had changed itself to accommodate it.

The sensation was too much to handle. Stan couldn't control it as he felt his entire body beginning to tremble. He felt himself clenching down on the cock uncontrollably as it started to piston inside him, his rear acting as a sheath for the massive member. He had no option but to let go, feeling the rest of his body begin to shake with each pulse that moved inside him.

He felt his breath begin to pick up, slowly turning to a gasp each time as his button was pushed repeatedly. It didn't take long until he felt beads of sweat dripping down his skin, his nerves taken by arousal as his cock began to swell in its pouch. His moans became more and more audible as he felt his body flexing tighter and tighter, his toes curling until he felt a buzzing all over his cock, right before it began shooting into his jockstrap.

Just like that it was over. Stan felt the sensations fad as he began to recover, the top taking a moment to pause. His body had let go. He just wanted to lie there in bliss, let the chemicals filter out of his system when he felt the top begin moving inside him again. Stan could no longer flex his rear to control the depth, the hard member reaching his spot much more easily this time.

Just like that he felt his cock begin leaking again as his prostate was hit. His jockstrap started growing even more damp as precum splashed from his tip. Stan couldn't say anything as he felt himself start to be used again. He was too tranquilized to make any movement, his body having become a tool for another's pleasure with his mind only existing to experience it. Several more loads were milked out of him before the top finally finished. He was left on his bed in just his jockstrap, staring down at it wondering what it had done to him.

Stan couldn't help himself from then on. He wore his jockstrap every time he was out, each night finding someone new to take home. He often wondered where he'd ever be if he hadn't found it.