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Only Temporary - Chapter 12
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Chapter 12: Jockstrap
I came home after work on Friday night, jaded.
I had no right to be, but I was dead jealous of Jennifer.
Why was she allowed to appreciate Joshua’s body to the fullest, taking his fat hard cock in her pussy or in her ass when I was miserably left behind?
Had I not shown how much of a good househusband I could be?
I knew for sure that I could have made him feel so good.
I thought Joshua was starting to really like me, I thought he enjoyed the way I was servicing him.
Above all, I was frustrated at myself for the wishful thinking.
Joshua was straight, he had always been, and he was married. What was I hoping for exactly?
Yet, I had been making stuff up in my head…
What a fool.
Honestly, at 18, it would have been cute, at 33, I was just being ridiculous.
But wait, dear reader, because my stupidity does not end there.
The weekend was very hot, - I mean, weatherwise -, and Josh had told me that I could use the swimming pool in his absence.
I decided to dive in on Saturday morning but realized that I had not taken any swimsuit with me.
I was not as comfortable as Josh to go all nude outside.
I remembered the orange pair of my housemate too well. My dick got chubby just at the thought.
I texted Joshua.
“Hey, hope everything’s going well in Salt Lake City. Say hello to Jen for me.” (What a hypocrite I was.) “I was thinking about having a swim, do you think I could borrow your swimsuit?”
He replied more than an hour later.
An hour that I spent imagining Joshua in bed with his wife, probably getting a nice morning blowjob of his strong morning wood, unless he had convinced her to rim his hairy ass.
Lucky bitch…
I am aware, I was a complete moron for being bitter.
I could not help it though.
Anyway, as usual, Joshua’s response was casual and very nice.
“Hey, Justin! All is well in Salt Lake. And of course, you can borrow one of my pair of speedos; you didn’t have to ask. Use anything you want in the house. Enjoy the water!”
He added a cum emoji.
I mean, a sweating emoji with the three-blue-droplets but everyone knows what it really entails, right?
Maybe it was just me and my perverted brain.
Joshua really was a great guy, and I went to his bedroom to get the pair of flashy speedos.
He had other ones, plain black, but I obviously went for the orange.
I swear that, at first, I just wanted to swim, but admittedly, going through my housemate’s clothes made me sort of horny.
I had great memories of the times I had seen him in the bright orange trunks.
I found them quickly and put them on while looking at myself in the mirror.
I also glanced at a few pairs of sexy underwear right next to the swimsuit, but I felt bad about snooping around so I tried not to pay attention to them.
I thought I saw a jockstrap lying there but, as if I was about to do something forbidden, I made sure to look away.
The painting of Jennifer and Joshua gave me the icky feeling of being watched.
Anyway, we will come back to the naughty underwear later...
The speedos were a little too tight on Joshua and a little too loose on me.
They still looked great; I looked okay.
I did not have Josh’s muscles or tan lines but over the years, I had learned to appreciate my own body for what it was.
I looked fit and cute enough.
“If you don’t love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?”
I also sported a spontaneous hard-on. I rubbed my dick against the fabric.
I almost jerked off and bust a nut right there, but I went to the pool first.
It was a beautiful day and swimming helped me feel much better and way less frustrated.
In total, I spent nearly an hour in the pool, either lounging, swimming or just dipping my toes as I sat on the ledge.
I checked how much I could see of my bedroom on the second floor.
At this hour, the sun was reflecting in the window, and I could barely see anything at all.
It was reassuring, Joshua probably never knew that I had been masturbating lurking on his early morning exercises.
With the image of his furry athletic body dancing in my mind, I could not help but caress myself.
Feeling self-conscious outside, I decided to return inside the house.
The real reason why I went back upstairs was that I was drawn to Joshua’s marital bed.
It seemed like the most outrageous and taboo place to touch myself, right below the portrait of him and his wife.
Feeling watched did not feel so bad anymore…
When aroused, I was a mischievous boy.
I lay on his bed, still slightly wet from the pool.
I was horny as fuck.
I fingered the tip of my cock, already precumming.
I slid the speedo back down using one hand across my length, holding one finger on my swollen head and the other nipping at my base.
The contrast between the silky fabric and the rough, heated skin of my uncut cock was striking.
I moaned, the sound echoing softly in the dimly lit bedroom.
I imagined how it must feel to fuck on this bed, or rather, to be fucked, with all its luxurious pillows and thick duvet.
How good it must feel for Jennifer to have Josh take her from behind, his hands gripping her waist and his hard cock filling her up. Hard.
Again, lucky bitch!
I continued to slowly stroke my cock, feeling its warmth and hardness in my hand.
The orange fabric of the speedos looked great against my skin, especially with the beige of Joshua’s sheets.
I vividly remembered the way he was looking in his trunks, his broad shoulders, his firm chest, his ass and cock too big for the tight swimsuit.
I stroked my cock and could not stop thinking of his large muscles flexing as he swam.
My hand was shaking as I slowly brought myself to the edge. I could sense the pressure building and it felt like I was right there, ready to explode, but I was holding myself back.
It was too good to fantasize about having his cock inside me on this very bed.
I wanted more. It felt so real.
Also, maybe it was a result of my wild imagination, but I could not help but think that the room was embalmed in a strong smell of cum.
I moaned even more at the idea that Joshua had been spilling his juice in this very bed for so long…
I felt my own nipples, I gripped my cock tighter, trying not to lose control, but I knew that I could not wait any longer.
I came like a freight train, my body tensing as my cock exploded, thick ropes of semen shooting out of my throbbing dick, leaving sticky white streaks across the palm of my hand and the beige sheets.
It felt good.
In the end, I was not quite sure the swim had helped managing my frustrations and desires.
I lay there, panting, with my cock still hard, rocking my palm and pulling at the skin of my base, milking every last bit of cum I could from myself.
The satisfaction was too short.
I decided to get up, my body feeling warm and tingly from the orgasm.
I went to the bathroom to wash up, feeling a bit embarrassed but also invigorated.
I felt guilty but, in this household, I was the one responsible for doing the laundry and it was not the first time I had messed up Joshua's belongings.
I would clean everything before he would be back.
Next, I went to the laundry basket to see if it made sense to run a machine now.
I could have washed some clothes, there were many sweaty tank tops and dirty underwear in the basket, but I eventually decided against it.
I wisely thought I had a whole weekend ahead of me and it would be a waste not to take advantage of my alone time… And by that, I meant not taking advantage of the stinky underwear lying around.
Clearly, Joshua did not mind me borrowing his stuff. What were his words again?
“Use anything you want in the house.”
Maybe I could have a bit more fun...
First thing first, I made myself some lunch.
Sometimes, I wondered which from my libido or my stomach was controlling me the most.
During that weekend, I believe that my demanding cock took the lead.
Once I was done eating, I returned to Joshua’s bedroom.
I had been thinking non-stop about something I thought I had seen in his drawer, right next to the speedos, and I could not resist going back.
My resolution not to snoop was already being compromised.
Sue me, I simply needed to be certain!
I almost ran climbing upstairs, and I felt my heartbeat accelerating as I looked through the drawer once again.
Yes, it was right here, a pair of jockstraps, all black, so fucking sexy!
I could not help myself.
I pulled them out of the drawer, feeling the smooth, silky fabric against my fingers.
I imagined Josh in them, his muscular thighs and firm ass cheeks encased in the tight, revealing fabric.
The thought made my cock twitch and the excitement I felt earlier at the pool returned.
I could already tell how it would look on me, and I knew that I had to try it on.
I slid my legs into the jockstrap, each movement deliberate, each sensation heightened.
I pulled them up quickly, then adjusted the underwear slowly, I took my sweet time to feel the fabric squeezing my taint and nut sack.
I checked my own butt in the mirror.
The pouch trapped my cock, making it stand straight up, pointing at the ceiling.
I had masturbated less than a couple hours prior, so I tried to resist going back at it right there.
Instead, I wandered around the house in the jockstrap all afternoon, letting the arousal grow inside of me.
As the hours went by, my mind only got naughtier.
It was like I was taking a sick revenge on Jennifer by playing around with her husband's sexy clothes.
I gathered the dirty briefs and socks that I had not put in the laundry machine.
I picked a porn to play on the television screen in the living room.
I chose a similar movie to what Joshua had been watching.
In fact, I picked the exact one that I had planned to use to get him to jerk off with me… Before he abandoned me for his stupid wife.
My dick was rock hard all along.
I was not about to masturbate; I was about to have sex with myself and the imaginary version of Joshua whose presence (and smell!) was all around me.
Before I hit play on the porn, I had another genius and perverted idea.
I went to Joshua's office, opened the bottom drawer on the right side of his desk and I found the little box containing the butt plug that had been polluting my thoughts for days.
Thank Goodness, the sex-toy had not gone anywhere, and Joshua had not brought it with him to Salt Late City.
Now, I was ready for the jerk-off session of a lifetime.
I went back to the living room, my cock aching in the pouch of the jockstrap.
I took a deep breath, I did not know if Josh had any lube in the house, but I was so horny that I knew I did not need any.
I put the butt plug in its box on the coffee table and I hit play on the porn.
It was a hardcore straight gangbang scene, the kind of movie some people would never dream of looking at.
It was so wild and dirty.
I had been ashamed of my tastes in porn before, but I knew that the very act of watching it was turning me on like crazy, especially since I knew that Joshua was enjoying the same pervy shit.
I let my cock out of the pouch to rest against my stomach, and I could see the precum leaking.
It was making a wet stain on my white skin.
I took a few deep breaths, I gently spat on my fingers and slid saliva onto my cock as I felt the familiar pleasure.
Next, I slid the cool, smooth tip of the butt plug into my mouth, coating it with my saliva.
I removed the plug from my lips and, presenting my legs spread to the screen playing the nastiest hardcore scene, I slid the plug gently into my ass, feeling the initial resistance before it popped in.
“Ah…”
I gasped at the sensation, a mix of discomfort and intense pleasure.
Honestly, the fact that I had been thinking about Joshua using it and plugging himself made the whole thing ten times hotter.
When inserted, the plug was bigger than I had imagined, stretching me wide, and filling me up in a way that was both taboo and exhilarating.
Using it like a dildo, I moved the plug gently in and out, allowing myself to adjust to the sensation.
The feelings that took me were overwhelming.
Still, as much as I was eager to explore my limits, I knew that I could not fuck myself with that toy as hard and fast as I wanted to.
It was not a large dildo, it was not a real-ass cock, and the saddest part, it was not Joshua’s enormous rod…
I started to gently jerk off to the porn, feeling the plug inside me, moving my body to the rhythm of the moans and the hard fucking on the screen.
I played with my nipples too.
Since no-one else was doing it, I made me feel good.
My body was tingling with a sensation of raw excitement all over, every movement was amplifying the pleasure, dragging me closer to the well-known edge that I enjoyed playing with so much.
This was the best, getting right there, right to the point where I was about to lose complete control and stopping myself at the limit.
The waistband of the jockstrap was rubbing and digging into my balls, making my genitals feel hypersensitive.
I rode the plug faster, my body sliding on the couch.
I could feel that I was so damn close to ejaculation, and I let the sensation take over.
The girl on the screen was presented with a line of hairy black bums to lick. Seven buttholes to worship.
She happily went to her task, and I stuck my own tongue out.
There was one particular ass that I imagined rimming… Many times, I had seen Joshua’s bare butt in this very living room.
I took a deep breath not to jizz. I had to stop caressing myself for a few seconds.
The scene on the television had turned even kinkier with golden showers and double penetrations.
Those guys were crazy.
I grabbed Josh's dirty underwear that I had carefully placed nearby, and I started smelling them, inhaling his nasty scent deeply to stoke the fire within me.
The plug was buried so deep in my ass, I felt the cold rubber vibrate with my movements as I played with my cock.
I grunted, groaned and stammered a few incoherent curses as I started moving my hips again, sliding my dick between my fist.
I could not stop the waves of pleasure from rolling through my body, my own hand fapping against it.
The dirty stinky underwear only made it more intense; I could scent Joshua’s musky odor all over me.
I wanted to bury myself in the filthy smell.
The orgasm hit me out of nowhere and I grunted as I ejaculated all over Josh’s briefs.
The pleasure was deep and intense inside, my muscles contracted with every load I spilled.
The tightness of the black jockstrap and Joshua’s butt plug stuck in me magnified every sensation.
I was a bad boy and I loved it.
I let out a deep, earthy groan as the orgasm ripped through me.
As I came down from my ejaculation, my body still tingling with pleasure, I sat there for a few moments, looking at the mess around me.
I turned off the porn and watched a random television show instead.
I ended up getting slightly invested in a sordid cold case story.
That was the great thing about being by myself in the house. I did not have to worry about the cum dripping, the dirty undies, or the way I was dressed.
I prepared the dinner a moment later, but I did not bother to let my cock out of the jockstrap, and I kept the plug buried deep in my ass while I sat down at the table, relishing the sensation of being so utterly naughty.
I was living my fantasy to the fullest.
Imagine, just for a second, if I were to do the exact same thing with Josh on my side and this was fully accepted, or even better, encouraged.
What a dream…
I felt the cool, hard silicone against my asshole, and I would have to shift around to deal with the pleasure overload, but it was a small frustration I would bear.
Who was I kidding? It was not a frustration; it was a freaking bliss!
I mixed some vegetables and pasta in a pot, letting the savory aroma fill the kitchen and I could not help but mindlessly touch my cock through the jockstrap fabric.
I ate quietly, savoring the flavors and the feeling of leaning in to my most perverted urges.
I could not keep my brain from spinning.
I planned on jerking off a third time before I went to sleep, and I wanted to keep the jockstrap and plug on.
I cleaned the table and walked back to Joshua’s bedroom. I had made up my mind, it would become my room for the weekend.
I would change the sticky cummy sheets with a clean set the next day.
I lay back on the bed, spreading my legs to accommodate the butt plug.
Ten minutes later, I shot my load, for the third time that day, dirtying Joshua’s underwear again, this time, cumming right through the pouch of the jockstrap.
Oopsie.
I did not take a shower; I slept in my filth.
It was wild.
As I drifted off to sleep, the sensations of the jockstrap and the plug kept me both aroused and grounded in the moment.
I was bathed in a strong odor of jizz the entire night.
I liked it.
I thought the stink was because of me but I had the most exciting surprise the next morning.
As I changed the sheets to make sure there would be no trace of my ordeal by noon - I assumed Joshua would be back that evening - I found a surprise under the pillow.
I could not believe my eyes.
I pulled out a disgustingly glorious sock from under the cushion I had slept on. It was crunchy and sticky, and it was obvious what it was.
It was the cum rag I had seen Joshua used before.
The sock was still damp, and up close, the smell of cum was incredibly strong. I felt a surge of curiosity and deep arousal within me, my heart pounding fast in my chest.
This goes without saying, my cock was rock-hard in the pouch of the soiled jockstrap.
The sacred sock was a testament to Joshua’s dirty habits. He and I were not so different after all.
I was compelled to use my tongue to get to the bottom of it.
At first, I licked the sock gently, tasting the salty, slightly bitter flavor of the dried cum.
I was not going to stop at a mere taste though, I put the sock entirely in my mouth and started sucking it, almost chewing on it.
The taste was much more intense, and I could feel the damp fabric against my tongue, the crunching remnants of semen coating my throat.
It made me feel dizzy.
Every trace of the sock was mine to savor, and as I let the fabric roll out against my palate and then out of my mouth, I stared at the stain on its tip and wondered how big the loads must have been to leave that much of a mark.
The sock was now a bridge to a different dimension, leading me to Joshua’s hairy balls.
I closed my eyes, imagining the gorgeous man whose cum was now bathing in my mouth.
I was so fucking horny.
I took the crunchy sock and dirty briefs with me and I went downstairs, the plug still shoved in my ass, - it had not moved all night.
I was wearing the same filthy jockstraps.
I returned to the living room for another edging session.
My body was satiated, but my mind was restless.
The discovery of the crunchy sock had only pushed me further into my craze, not that I needed any more stimulation.
I had already crossed many lines and I was not going to stop on such a delicious perverted path.
I was determined to spend the whole morning stroking my meat while licking the cum rag and smelling the briefs, but this time around, I was going to make it a challenge.
Every time I would push myself to the very edge, I would have to stop and go back to the start.
I was determined to jerk off until I was too sore to do so.
I was fully aware that I was not staying in my lane and that this was no longer a healthy curiosity.
I did not care though.
By then, I had started to suck the sock like a dripping cock and to fuck it like a sweaty asshole.
I could feel the plug in my ass shifting and stretching.
Every fiber of my being was feeling the vibrant exhilaration.
I had been at it for more than a half hour already, losing myself in my daze, jerking off until exhaustion, when my world imploded.
I was pulsing with that familiar rush of heat in my core, my body eager for release, when I heard the front door slam shut.
I froze, the wet, filthy sock still in my mouth, my body tensing as I heard the familiar sound of Josh's steps echoing through the entrance.
Josh is here, I thought, my heart pounding in my chest.
He had returned home earlier than I had anticipated.
Instead of pondering about this news, I would have been better off spitting the damn cum rag out of my mouth and expulsing the plug out of my ass.
But no, completely against my will, my body reacted in a whole different way.
I ejaculated. Right there. Right then.
My cum flew out of my cock in a steady stream all over the living room floor.
I saw the ropes spraying the coffee table as I saw Joshua walking in the living room.
He froze on the spot as he caught me.
I kept jizzing all over his clothes, underwear, and furniture.
I wished I could have talked but I had a mouthful of the dirty sock.
Joshua was stunned.
I get it, one would be for less.
“Just… Justin?! What… What’s going on in here!?”
That was a damn relevant question.
Comments
Josh Goodfellow
It's funny .. it reminds me of the criticism JK Rowling is getting on her detective novel series (the Strike novels). She's doing a SLOW burn love story on the two main characters .. already 8 full novels in and still nothing has happened between them. She was famous for her slow burn love story of Ron and Hermione in the Harry Potter series, but now people think she's going too slow in her new novels haha. But true fans know what to expect, just like with your stories!!! Not saying the critics are not "true" fans. But we know the slower the burn, the greater the payoff at the end! Personally I am loving this story.
Nathan Taylor
I just really wish J&J would fuck already!! Or suck, or rim, or peg, etc. 12 chapters and not even a 'TOUCH??? Your writing is very edgy, sensual and with OUR imagination? cumworth! Please make Josh fuck the hell out if Justin, only after oral, rimming, etc...
