Jockstrap Stories Novels & Stories

The belt featured steel studs and a sturdy steel buckle that fastened in the back, while braided leather straps curved under to cradle what I could only imagine were perfect buttocks. "My jockstrap kinda split out the other night," he said, holding it up. "I was wonderin’ if it can be fixed." I reached out and took the jockstrap gingerly, almost reverently. The moment my fingers touched the leather, I felt a rush of heat. The size of the pouch alone told me his package must be enormous. As I handled it, I noticed the crusty remnants of dried cum on the suede. My cock twitched, and I could barely keep my hands steady.