BI JOCK SPORTS DRINK
BY “MARK”
Pacing in front of the 24 hour Fitness near LAX, I was nervous as fuck waiting for Rick to arrive. My palm was sweating on my cell phone as I read his last text message stating that he had just pulled into the parking garage. Rick and I had met about a month earlier after exchanging a few emails on Craig’s List. Like me, he was an ex-college jock with the occasional craving for cock, and also like me, he had a girlfriend and was on the down low.
The first time we met, I was totally into him. Rick reminded me of this teammate in college: about six foot, 190lbs. light brown hair and nice ass. I’m 31, a few inches taller than him, a good Hispanic/Italian mutt, about 220 lbs. I used to play third base in college and still lifted and ran regularly. Standing outside the gym, I had just finished a good lower body workout and 30 minute run. It was getting dark outside and the slight breeze made my blue mesh shorts cling to my worn jock strap. Dark sweat circles had formed under my armpits and in between my pecs.
Usually, I only beat off every now and then with other cool bi dudes. I’ll let them suck me off if the mood strikes, but usually it’s just a stroke session. But after our initial jack off session in his jeep, Rick and I totally talked about pushing boundaries, and over the next few weeks, we came up with a cool scene. Even now, I still can’t believe I did it. Writing about this fantasy was one thing; actually doing it was totally something else.
Basically, the whole scene involved jock cum and public dares. I’m not going to bullshit you: I wanted Rick especially after I watched him shoot like six wads of cum across his smooth 27 year old chest the night we first met. The sounds of his grunts had totally made me shot my wad that night, with one blast hitting my chin. Afterwards, Rick made me give him my white jock strap so he could protect his hairy nuts and remember me. I knew it was his trophy.
Anyway, over the next few weeks, Rick and I developed the following plan via email: we would shoot at least five wads of our baby batter into a water bottle that was half full of regular H2O. Then, we would meet to lift weights one night after work and exchange “sports drink” bottles in the locker room. During our session, we would watch each other drink down the other’s cum and pump iron while all of the other gym rats watched – totally unaware that two guys were drinking each other’s watered down loads right in front of them. You can see why I was nervous as fuck waiting for Rick to park his jeep.
My seven inch fat cut cock jumped up in my jock when I saw him walk towards me in his work clothes, carrying a backpack over his shoulder.
“Sup Mark,” he said with a grin.
“Fucking took you long enough to get here, dude,” I replied. “You remember the sports drink?”
“No worries. I got it in my backpack.”
I proudly showed him my water bottle and shook it a few times. I had emptied out a Vitamin Water bottle about a week ago and filled it halfway up with regular tap water. When my girlfriend was gone, I would stroke out a load and shoot directly into the bottle. I learned the hard way that I could get 99% of the wad into the bottle if I stood up when I came, and pointed my mushroom head directly into the opening of the water bottle. It’s harder than you think to blow a load and aim the shot, as I usually convulse a few times when I draining a nut. Seriously, it was hot to watch the strings of cum settle into the water. There’d usually be a few ropes of whitish globs or strings settling to the bottom of the bottle. Within a few days, the cum strings would dissolve into the water and kind of form grains of jock sperm. I kept the bottle safely hidden at the bottle of my gym bag under a stinky hand towel so my girlfriend wouldn’t find it. During the course of that week, I tried to drop one load in the bottle every day. I even knocked off a load in the bathroom one night after I had nailed my chick’s sweet pussy one night – trying to include some of her cunt juice around the rim of the bottle. So I showed Rick the bottle, which was like 60% full (four parts water and two parts cum). When I shook it, it foamed at the top; I guess from the protein in the sperm.
Rick just laughed as he stood there watching the bottle get foamy and we started walking towards the gym entrance. His ass totally filled out the blue dress pants he was wearing. “You got my jock on now?” I asked as we entered the elevator alone.
“Hell yeah. I’ve been wearing it for like three days straight.” Rick replied. “I’ll meet you at the bench press in like five minutes. Got to ditch the suit.”
“This is totally insane bro.”
Rick just smiled and walked to the locker room.
While he changed, I went over to an empty bench press and dropped two plates on the bar. I could see myself in the mirror, and quickly readjusted my jock strap so the boner wasn’t totally obvious. It actually helped that I was wearing a jock with a foam cup; kind of kept my wood less noticeable. Two sets of guys were already benching on either side of us. One wasn’t bad looking; typically LA surfer type but more built. I’d seen him around this gym before and always admired the dude’s guns.
Rick finally walked towards me wearing grey sweats and a t-shirt. More importantly, my eyes totally focused on the water bottle he held in his hand. It was some your run of the mill Gatorade bottle; the kind they sold in the lobby. He looked at me and said, “I thought this would blend in better.”
And the moment of truth came: standing across the bench, we exchanged bottles. I said, “Hope you like Gatorade, bro. It’s a special blend.”
Rick grinned and standing in the spotter’s position, he said, “Show me what you got.” I placed the Gatorade bottle full of his cum between my legs on the floor and leaned back to start the bench press. As I set it down, I looked at it on the sly. It was about three-quarters full with the telltale sign of foam on top.
After knocking out a quick 10 reps at 225lbs, I put the bar down and we traded places. He carried the Vitamin Water bottle filled with my cum with him, and just before he turned around to sit on the bench, he opened the lid and took a swig. Rick looked directly at me as his lips wrapped around the opening where my fat cockhead had spent the better part of a week firing off loads into the water below. It was totally awesome. I mean there were people all around us, and here was this stud drinking down my cum right in front of them. After he swallowed, Rick just placed the lid back on the Vitamin Water bottle and said, “Not bad, dude.” He quickly turned around and when he sat facing away from me on the bench, I could totally see the band of my old jock strap peaking out from his sweat pants. It was an image I’ll never fucking forget!
He finished his set and we exchanged places, adding some more weight to the bar. This time, however, before I did my press, I mimicked his move. I picked up the Gatorade bottle, shook it a few times and asked Rick, “So how many are in here?”
“Five,” Risk said. “Put the last one in this morning.”
With that, I simply stared at him, opened the plastic lid and gulped down about three swallows of the cum/water mixture. It tasted fucking awesome, but hard to describe. It was kind of thicker than regular water and a little salty. After I swallowed, I just turned around and lay back on the bench. Rick stood over me, his balls right about my face and quietly asked, “So how was it?”
“I can feel it swimming in the back of my throat.”
He laughed and said, “Ditto, bro. Now build some muscle, Big Guy.”
With that, I started bench 275 lbs. I couldn’t believe it. Not the weight, but the fact I could taste Rick’s load in the back of my throat while I was lifting weights right in the middle of the fucking gym. When I finished my set, we traded places and both gulped down another swig of cum water. It was like we were in a trance; not saying much, just looking at each other, knowing the other dude was drinking my cum while I downed his load.
“Let’s finish up, Mark. Not really in the mood to lift tonight.”
I replied, “Cool, but we can’t leave until we’re each out of water.”
Rick grinned (him and his killer grin).
After completing about three more sets, the bottles were both empty and the taste of cum in my mouth was fucking incredible. When we walked outside toward his jeep together, Rick stopped grinning long enough to say, “Mark, that was fucking hot as hell. We got to blow another wad now.”
“I know a place we could go.”
“It’s got to be outside; somewhere we can have more access. Jacking off in the car is okay, but I want more. You think we could do it in the stairwell here?”
“Bad idea,” I said. “Lots of cameras, especially so close to the airport. There’s got to be a dark alley nearby.”
With that, Rick and I proceeded to find an alley behind a local high school about 5 minutes from LAX. I was fucking hard the whole way, and about half way there, we both whipped out our cocks and slowly stroked as we drove through traffic. Rick parked the jeep and took off his t-shirt as he came around to my side of the car. I followed suit and the two of us walked into the alleyway shirtless; Rick in his grey sweatpants and my jock; me in blue mesh shorts and a cup. Both of us full of a bottle of the other’s cum.
When we got a good distance from the street, Rick stopped and dropped to his knees. Before I knew what had happened, he had pulled down my mesh shorts, pulled my fat cock through the side of my jock strap and was sucking my dick. It wasn’t the best blowjob I ever had, but totally hot because I could tell this bi guy didn’t suck dick that often. I could also feel the night breeze moving between my legs as Rick struggled to take my fat cock into his mouth. This was the perfect time to give him some instruction, so I grabbed both of his ears and slowed started to fuck his face.
“You want some fresh cum, don’t you Rick?” I whispered.
He pulled off my cock and looked up at me. “Yeah buddy. Fucking top me off.”
I was close. Under normal circumstances, I have good cock control, but this was too much to handle. “Take off your sweats,” I ordered. “And stand up. I want to show you something.”
Rick stood up and stood there in the alleyway. His cock, like mine, was rock hard and pulled through the side of my jock strap. He just stroked it fast and looked at me.
“Trust me dude,” I said. “You know I’m strong as fuck.” With that, I did something to him that I’ve done with many a girlfriend and one night stand in the past. Granted, Rick weighted a lot more than them, but I was up to the task. Basically, bending my knees slightly, I grabbed his waist and in one motion, turned Rick upside down with him legs up in the air and knees on my shoulders. It’s a standing 69. His mouth was right at ball level and that perfect ass, framed nicely in my jock strap, was right at eye level.
“Suck it,” I ordered. Upside down and hanging in mid-air, this jock (Rick said he ran track in college and his ass definitely showed it) started sucking me off. It was over in a minute but I’ll never forget it. I could feel his legs muscles contracting around me head and held his torso tight to my naked body. I shot and my knees buckled slightly. Rick didn’t loose a drop and I felt his cock leak precum don my neck.
I turned him back around and set him back standing on the ground. Rick stood there, licking his lips and started jacking off furiously. He came all over the gravel in the alleyway. I just watched his muscles tighten and tried to make out the cum volleys in the night. We each quickly grabbed our clothes and literally ran back to his jeep.
Standing with our shirts back on by his car, I asked him if he minded if I smoked really quick before he drove me back to the gym. “No problem,” Rick replied. “Mind if I bum one off you?”
“I only smoke when I’m drunk or nervous,” I said, feeling guilty about my bad habit in front of my cock-sucking friend.
“No worries,” Rick said, his face still flushed from being held upside down. “I only smoke after sucking cock.”
We laughed and after getting a nicotine fix, he drive me back to the 24 Hour Fitness. A few days later, I sent Rick an email asking him if he wanted to work out soon. He said he was busy with his upcoming wedding, but added that we should definitely meet up again before he tied the knot. Fucking awesome! I’ve started another special protein drink for Rick; but this time I’m shooting for equal parts cum and water. The groom should be full of jock seed before his wedding night.
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