Dirty Jock

Your boyfriend had said he was verse, but he only ever topped in your relationship. Even when he said he was going to go prepare, he claimed he never felt clean enough when he returned only to end up topping you. It felt like he teased you constantly, lying around with his ass up in the perfect position to fuck, but never wanting to put out. You were complaining to a friend about it when he suggested getting a 'dirty jock', a brand that supposedly was more durable.

You looked it up, finding them online and deciding to order several pairs. You added them to his wardrobe, waiting for him to use them. He was finally going around the house one day, the jock being the only thing he wore, ending up on the bed in a position he always tempted you with. Something was different this time though. It seemed like he couldn't relax, constantly shifting his legs, trying to get comfortable.

"You alright?" You asked, watching him restless.

He looked over, sweat in his forehead. "I don't know. I feel… weird" He said, reaching his hand back to feel his crack. It looked like he had a deep itch he was having second thoughts about reaching.

"Here" You said, following with your own hand into his crack, pushing his cheeks apart and digging in deeper. "That feel good?"

His pained expression immediately vanished, a low moan escaping his lips as he closed his eyes. He nodded, relaxing letting you in deeper.

You got up behind him, pulling his cheeks apart to spit into the space before working your fingers deeper. He gasped, and you watched as his body melted around your hand. He started trembling, vibrations visible in his soft rear traveling down his skin, beads of sweat popping on top of his surface. When he started flexing around your digits you knew he was ready.

You retracted, pulling off your pants and spitting onto your already hard member. You could tell he had grown uneasy under you as he began to writhe, the pained expression returning to his face. "Just give me a second" You said, lining up your shaft with his hole before beginning to press in.

He grunted, gasping, his body tensing up under you as you started pressing in. "Wait, I don't think I'm ready…" He said, his brain grasping at straws.

"Shh" You replied, pushing in deeper until you hit his spot. Like a reaction, you watched a wave travel through him from that point, every part of his body going limp until reached his fingers, his head hitting the mattress. It seemed to exit his mouth in a loud moan, his rear convulsing around you as you.

"You're just a good bottom, aren't you? You like being fucked?"

He moaned louder as if to agree with you, relaxing even further and letting you in deeper. You were ass to groin, his body impaled fully on your cock, feeling his rear squeezing around your entire length.

"Please…" He gasped, panting as his body quickly drenched.

"What?" You asked, putting your full body weight on top of him.

"Please fuck me" He pleaded, his body in the perfect position.

"With pleasure" You answered, beginning to pump inside him.

He gasped with each hit, a moan changing volume each time you entered and exited. He took it, his mind in heaven, unable to move anything besides his ass as it seemed to tighten on reflex. His body seemed to rumble as you continued, his moan getting louder and rear getting tighter as he started to shake. He clamped down and shouted as he erupted underneath you, forcing you to shoot your load as he shot his.

You pulled out, lying next to him as he lay spent. You relaxed, watching him bathe in the euphoria from being used, knowing he'd need it again soon after.