PART 1:

https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/19d7vjd/the_hockey_jock_from_reddit_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

So as you read in part 1, “Paul” was coming to my city for a wedding and actually wanted to meet up to act on his impulses and fantasies. We were gonna have a full day and night to use each others bodies as we wanted. I would start by being the submissive faggot begging for his cock and once we got around that we would flip the script and the experienced fag would use the alpha jock like a little whore.

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He was initially supposed to come for two nights for the wedding festivities but changed his plans to stay an extra night after the wedding after I said I would pay for the hotel.In the weeks leading up to the wedding he was noticeably nervous and excited, messaging me every day. He was clearly putting in some effort into this thing, whatever it was: he was working out more and made some gains, bought a couple new pairs of hockey jock straps that I told him drive me crazy (you know the actual sports ones with the thick waist band and mesh pouch). I even asked him to wear them playing hockey a couple times and not wash them so I could really smell his alpha musk.

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One late night a week before the wedding he messaged me kind of panicking. He was tipsy and had just gotten back to his room after a night of drinking and smoking weed at home with a few of his roommates. One of them had invited a big tittied girl over that he knew was easy, and unbeknownst to Paul had planned to pass her around the bros to cream pie her. She was fully consenting to this and started off with one guy, getting her tits out while rubbing his cock.

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Pretty soon she was on all fours getting fucked doggy style by one guy while sucking another, and Paul was on the couch with his rock hard dick out watching this girl get empaled by his friends. The guy getting his dick sucked was close so he switched spots with the guy fucking her, and quickly came inside her wet pussy. Paul was then told to tap in, high fived his bro and started fucking her sloppy cream pie. By then, Paul was starting to freak out a bit because he said he had been hyper fixated on his bros cocks. This group sex scenario had happened a few times before, but this was the first time that he was actively looking more at the cocks than the girl. While pounding her with his thick cock, the combination of alcohol and weed made him panic and he knew he couldn’t cum and was starting to lose his boner. So he did something he’d never done before … faked an orgasm and tapped out, his softened dick slipping out of her pussy covered in his bros cum.

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Paul then said he was tripping out and went to his room still naked and closed the door, immediately messaging me and telling me what had just happened. He was panicking, thinking oh fuck am I a faggot now that I think about cock? What the fuck did it mean?

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I suggested we have a chat on FaceTime to talk things over, he was really spiralling at that point and accepted right away. We had never FaceTime’d before and I had never actually seen his face up to that point - he had however seen pics and videos of me sucking cocks and getting fucked.

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We get on the call and I finally see his face after so many months - he was fucking hot. Classic mid-20’s white jock with floppy light brown hair, trimmed on the sides and a week old scruff. His grey eyes definitely had a look of panic in them, and were slightly red from smoking weed. His voice was low and deep, and his lips were so fucking delicious looking I wanted to kiss him so bad. He’s in bed naked, his back on the bare wall behind him. I tell him to walk me through what happened once again and he does. Towards the end I ask him “Bro, so are you hard right now?” He looks confused… looks down and is like “Ummm… yeah… I am…”

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I tell Paul to show me his hard cock, he flips the camera for me to see it. It’s just as beautiful as in the photos, 7.5” long, thick and uncut with the foreskin almost fully retracted, the tip still glistening from the cream pie. I tell him “Bro, you just got hard telling me a story about pounding pussy, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” And he flips the camera back looking ecstatic, saying “Fuck, you are right man, what the hell happened”. I tell him it’s pretty clear he was just high and drunk, got into his head and panicked. We both start laughing, and I tell him that I am also kind of stoned and drunk.

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I say “Sooo… you didn’t cum yet, how about you show your faggot bro what you’ve got in store for him?” He grins, props up his phone on his bed to give me a good view of his cock, body and face and proceeds to pull down his foreskin fully and gives me a show. I watch him jerk off his alpha cock for a good ten minutes, fascinated by this big piece of meat that I will hopefully have all to myself the following week. He squirts some lube onto his hand that was readily available next to his bed (classic straight guy living alone) and got at it hard. Paul keeps his other hand occupied either pinching his left nipple, or pulling on his egg sized balls. I take a mental note that he’s into that. The whole time it’s just my face he sees on his screen, encouraging him, telling him how big and strong he is until he finally blows a massive load onto his chest and pubes. Success.

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I tell him “Next week, we aren’t wasting any of that cum on your body, it has to be on or inside of me”. He grins, and ends the call.

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The next day he surprises me again and calls me up to review our “plan” for the next weekend. I really didn’t expect him to be so detail oriented but I am grateful he was - straight guys I’ve hooked up with tend to be skittish about any kind of planning. He arrives on the Friday and has the dinner/party for out of town guests to go to, then Saturday is the wedding and he’s one of the best men so he definitely going to be busy all day. Sunday Is our allocated “fuck fest” afternoon and overnight. He says he’s down with me sleeping over in the hotel room that night which elates me.

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We then talk about what we want / expect from each other. He wants me to be in my tiniest jock strap with my leather cock ring on to begin, and wants me to be as smooth as possible. I promise him to trim my scruff and shave the rest of my body from the neck down. I ask him to bring his new musky jock straps, to keep his scruffy look and to have his pubes trimmed but not shaved. I also want him to keep his pits, chest and ass as hairy as possible. I want a fucking man. But I do have one request following our FaceTime jerk off… I ask him to shave the base of his cock and his balls so that it looks even bigger… straight guys tend just trim the pubes and not shave the base somehow lol. I also just hate sucking on hairy balls.

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The weekend finally comes around and he lets me know when he arrives. I am literally so fucking giddy at this point, I had been avoiding jerking off all week in anticipation and my cock was constantly semi hard and leaking pre-cum. When I tell him that he’s like “Bro… I’ve been edging since last Saturday, I’m gonna bust a massive nut when you get to work”. I can’t believe I still have to wait two fucking days to see Paul…But thankfully, a straight guy thats been edging for a week and gets completely shitfaced at a pre wedding function does not have much self control. Around midnight I get a message from him… It’s just a pic of his hand grabbing his rock hard bulge in his grey suit pants. I reply “Does someone need servicing?” And he sends me the winky face emoji.

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I knew he was sharing his room with another guy so that was out of the question, and I had a friend staying over too. He then says “I can’t last the night without nutting, I need to feed my faggot a load ASAP we can find a place in the hotel”. I reply “yes sir”, get in my car and drive over super fast, so excited to finally meet my bro face to face.

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I get to the mid-range hotel the function was at (conveniently the same hotel he was staying in), wearing jogging pants and a crew neck sweater, my permanently hard cock straining against my jock strap. Paul texts me to go towards the gym on the lower level and he’ll meet me at the door with his key card. I go down, and wait… minutes pass by and I get nervous. I look so sketch just standing in a hotel basement at 1am waiting at a door… panicked that security would ask me what I am doing there. Five minutes later I hear the elevator doors open and steps coming towards me… and there he is. My bro Paul.

His six foot tall muscular frame really filled out his light grey suit. I would have chosen something a little more tailored… but it was perfect on him. His white shirt had a couple buttons undone, the tie having clearly being removed a while ago. He walks up to me, basically looking down at my slim self, and smiles. I say “hey”. He says “hey”. It’s a little awkward, I reach for the door having forgotten I don’t have the key and it won’t open. I am a little flustered and he laughs, I can smell beer on his breath and find it absolutely intoxicating. He leans forward, taps the key card and opens up the door for me like a gentleman. I laugh a little and walk in as he follows, guiding me by placing his big hand on my lower back. I find that so hot.

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We pass the empty gym and pool, and walk into a changing room with private stalls. He had clearly scoped out the pace beforehand and I have to admit it was a pretty perfect place for a secret rendez-vous. We get into a stall and are face to face, not sure exactly what to do. I put my hand on his chest and feel his muscular pecs, run it down his torso undoing the jackets buttons. He takes it off and hangs it, I can see his cock straining against his pants and a little damp spot is visible through the grey fabric. I look up to his face, he seems mesmerized as I get down to my knees, not breaking eye contact, I feel the size of his thick cock through the pants, then bite down on it through the fabric and he lets out a soft moan. I look back up and he’s still staring at me.I ask him “Bro, you ready for this?” And he says “Iv’e been waiting for this for over six months, show me what a good cock sucking fag you are.”

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And I do.

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I untie his belt, and untuck his shirt. He unbuttons it so when I look up I get a clear view of his abs and pecs which drive me wild. I undo the pants, and see that he’s wearing a white hockey jockstrap, It smells like man musk and has a few light stains on it from his constant pre cum leaking. Once his pants are down I lean back and take a minute to admire this beast of a man, he’s just grinning down at me as I ogle at his thick thighs, his throbbing bulge and lightly furry body. He puts his hand to the side of my head gently and says “Get to work bitch” - pushing my face into his crotch, filling me with his musk.

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Paul’s cock is rock hard, barely contained in the stretchy jock strap. I finally pull it down and reveal the prize: his throbbing thick 7.5” uncut cock. It’s even better than on FaceTime. The foreskin hasn’t retracted fully yet so I see just a bit of his glistening pink tip, I wrap my hand around the base of it and really feel just how thick it is, lean in and lick the pre cum that’s been leaking. He’s fucking delicious. My tongue goes in between the foreskin and the head and goes around it a few times, tasting all of today’s pre-cum buildup. This drives me wild and I just go for it, pull back the foreskin and inhale as much of his cock as I can in one shot. I get most of it in but not all of it yet, that’ll take a few minutes. I keep it inside my mouth and explore it more with my tongue, sliding it up and down the urethra releasing more pre-cum directly in my throat, lubricating it more.

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I suck on his cock up and down for a few minutes to get used to his size, holding onto the base (that he gracefully shaved for me), pull it out and look up at him. He’s obviously enjoying it, smiles, grabs the back of my head and pushes me back down telling me “Take it all In like the good whore you are”. He pushes me all the way down to the base, and I breathe through my nose trying to delay gagging. I eventually do and he lets go a bit so I can pull back, but immediately he pushes my head back down. He’s gonna use my mouth as he wishes, that’s what I am there for. I deep throat him for a while, there is saliva running down his balls and my eyes are tearing up a little from gagging but I am in fucking heaven. I feel his start to throb a bit so I pull myself off, lean back and wipe my mouth with my sleeve.

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Paul says “Fuck, this was really worth it, I never could have lasted until Sunday thinking about using your whore mouth all the time, fags really do know how to suck cock better than women”.

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I smile and say “Glad to be of service sir”, then get back to work. I play with his tip for a while, enjoying tonguing the extra skin his foreskin allows for. Then feel him tense up a bit but I am not ready to be done yet. I go down lower and lick his freshly shaved balls, each around the size of a medium egg and hanging really low. He can’t help himself from moaning as I suck on them, I manage to fit them both in my mouth, reach up and pinch his nipple and he lets out a really loud “oh fuck” and has to hold himself onto the stall wall with one arm. I then go back to his cock and take it all the way in, one hand still pinching the nipple and the other pulling on his ball sack.

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I tell him to pull out his phone and start recording, he lets go of the wall and starts filming me going to town on him.

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He tells me he’s close and I speed up, his free hand goes on the back of my head and guides the rhythm he wants to be suck at. Finally, after sucking him off for 20 minutes, his cock starts to pulsate and I take it in as deep as possible. He pushes my head harder to the point that I can hardly breathe, and he erupts at least 6 pulses of hot cum down my throat. I can barely contain it and pull away a bit to have the last ropes of cum in my mouth and on my lips.

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He’s panting, I’m catching my breath. I milk the last few drops of cum from his cock onto my tongue and look up at my satisfied bro. He sweat through parts of his white shirt and looks so fucking happy. I get up and think he’s going to have post nut clarity and panic but he doesn’t… instead he grabs me by the waist and pulls me in, kissing me deeply tasting the remnants of his own cum in my mouth as I taste his beer and a hint of weed. I am in bliss.

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We then both start to laugh. Paul says “What the fuck was that, I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard, you really know what you are doing”. I smile and say “well this is just a teaser”. He smiles and pulls his clothes back on, looks at his phone and says “Oh shit my bros are looking for me to go to a strip club I have to go!”

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I help him tidy up his suit, he kisses me again while grabbing my ass and whispers in my ear “Sunday that fag ass is mine, and then I’ll be the one taking care of you as a reward.”P

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ART 3 COMING SOON