Packin'Jocks

Just when i thought I might toss my laptop out the bedroom window in frustration, I heard his voice ring out up the stairs from the foyer.  “Hey, bud!  You wanna go for a ride?”

He’d bought that sweet ride at an auction over a year ago and had spent months and months restoring it.  I wasn’t much of a car guy, but even I had to admire the results of the work he’d put in.  It was in pristine condition.  Most of the time, it languished in the garage.  But like clockwork every Saturday, he took it out for a spin - usually for a short drive up the coast - to make sure everything was working properly.  He always asked if I wanted to go with.  I never did.

This time, seeing as I was starting to fantasize about murdering my laptop, I decided to take him up on the offer.  “That sounds good right about now,.” you turned over your shoulder and called down to him.  “I’ll be right down!”

“Good deal,” he yelled back. “I’ll be waiting in the garage!”

After a quick stretch, putting water on my hair so I could brush it, and a change into clothes that didn’t make me look like I was being held hostage at a convention for frumpy people, I was out the door and practically bounding down the stairs to head to the garage.  Feeling the wind in my hair and the sun on my face might just hit the spot!

I was already imagining my care-free self begging him to keep driving so I didn’t have to resume working on the report when I entered the garage to the last sight I expected to see:  him leaning against his pride and joy looking at his phone...in a jockstrap with a pouch so sheer that it left nothing at all to the imagination.

He was beautiful.  Every muscle was in exactly the right place.  What am I talking about?  EVERYTHING was in exactly the right place.  My eyes couldn’t help but settle on that pouch.  I’d never seen what he had to offer in that department before.  But, not even completely hard it was a sight to behold.  It made my hole twitch and my mouth water to imagine what it might look like when he was fully aroused.  In fact, I had to swallow quickly to keep a small bit of drool from escaping the corner of my mouth.

He must’ve been able to sense my presence because he looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw me standing there.  “Hey!  You ready?!”

“What the...?” I was surprised.  “You’re going like that?!”

He seemed confused.  “Going where?”

Now it was my turn to be the one confused.  What was happening here?  “Isn’t it time for your weekly quick spin up the coast in the car?”

As he chuckled in response, he reached up with his big paw and ran his hand over one of his pecs.  I had to resist every single urge I had to lick my lips.  “I think you misunderstood, bud...”

“What’s to misunderstand?” I responded, still confused.  “You asked if I wanted to go for a ride.”

The hand that was slowly massaging his pec moved up to run through his hair.  “Yeah.  I did.  But the kind of ride I’m offering is a lot different than the one you’re thinking of.”

Holy shit!  Was he really talking about what it sounded like he was talking about?!  “You mean...”

“You’ve seemed really stressed with work lately.  And you’ve been holed-up in your bedroom all morning.  You need a break.”

“Well, yeah.  But...”  More words failed me.

He had words even though I couldn’t use mine.  “You know a better way to make all your stress and tension melt away?”

I still couldn’t find the right words to say anything, but a smile played across my face and I continued admiring his amazing body.  It wasn’t lost on me that the contents of that sheer pouch were starting to stir and inflate even more.  Without an answer, he must’ve known I was as good as his for the taking.

His voice made me tear my eyes away from the pouch.  “Why don’t you press the button to close the garage door?” he said as he turned to open the driver’s side door.  “While you lose the clothes, I’ll push the front seats forward.  I think the backseat is the best place for us to be while I give that...ride....that you so desperately need.”