Nick Bennett noticed his old white cotton briefs, now, sort of grey and worn, were coming away from the waistband. Along the elastic band, the material showed holes at the points of separation. Nick’s cock jumped some at the thought of what was to come. This frayed undergarment would allow him to feel like a nasty slut. A week back, he’d fantasized about this pair of drawers at the first sound of a tear.
Putting his thumb in one of the sagging holes, Nick felt an erotic heat come over him. Holding the waistband, he pulled down on the thin cotton material, opening up a gaping hole. The way the underwear was made, the crotch was the only part that was reinforced. Nick tore away all of the thin cotton parts, leaving just the band, two thin straps for the legs, and what looked to be a cotton athletic cup.
He put his feet inside the straps, and pulled the Fruit of the Loom jockstrap up his shaking legs. He was gripped with anticipation and desire. Moving over the coarse hairs on his thighs, the ass-less panty met his scrote.
With his thumbs inside, Nick pushed the elastic band outward, as fat as it would allow, in order to accommodate his throbbing fuckstick. He released it onto the head of his bulbous knob. Looking down his flat stomach to his cock, to his delight, Nick observed the waistband coming off both hips – creating a beautiful tent-like effect. His vieny shaft could be seen through a triangular window between his midriff, and where his cockhead rested seven inches out – against the piss-flap.
Nick suddenly looked at the clock.
“Shit!”
He was late for work. He should have waited until tonight to do this, but he was so fucking horny, he couldn’t seem to resist doing it now. The guys at the drilling rig, just north of Dallas, would be waiting for him.
With his amazing cock still throbbing in the man-made jockstrap, Nick grabbed his coveralls and sat on the bed. Both feet in, he stood and pulled them up. At once, he felt his eyes going distant- almost blank. The warm rush of orgasm was approaching. He grabbed down firmly on his fat cock, hoping to hold the cumshot off until later – but it was too late.
With the coveralls on his shoulder, zipper-front open, Nick’s cock exploded with hot jets of jism. His eyes squeezed shut, and he moaned through heavy breathing. Some of his seed pushed through the material comprising the cotton cup of the jockstrap, but most escaped, as his cockhead broke free once the pulses started. A couple of fresh ropes of cooze striped his steel-toed boots, before Nick could gather himself. The remaining ejaculation showered the inside of his blue coveralls and it’s zipper. This is a real fucking mess – Nick thought. No time to clean. Still wearing the panty, and still hard as a rock, Nick finished getting dressed and shot out the door.
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