Apr 19
He hoped nobody would notice the boner jutting out his cup as he played, a humiliating secret that plagued him every game. He wasn't sure why he got hard every time he pulled on his cup-stuffed jockstrap. Maybe it was the tight plastic covering his cock and balls that did it, but he was increasingly worried it was caused by his position. Crouching behind home plate, his face was just feet from every batter's bulging crotch. He looked at and smelled more sweaty, confined meat in a single game than a butcher did all day, and the terrifying thought that he was getting off on the proximity to all that man-meat made his cock throb even harder against the unyielding plastic of his cup.
