Duty Weekend With Jock Strap Bulge

Usually, I hate this part of my job. I'm in hotel management and one weekend every other month, it's my turn to be the weekend duty manager. The thought of giving up my much-appreciated weekends to sit around on the off chance that something may happen requiring a manager's input, just isn't very appealing. On this occasion, however, I was glad to get out of my sweltering apartment. Chicago was going through a brutal heat wave and my building's central air conditioning system just couldn't handle the constant use anymore. A quiet weekend in a cool hotel room seemed just the remedy.

After the normal Friday workday ended, I checked myself into one of the penthouse suites and was waiting for the elevator. Just as the door was opening, I heard a booming voice.

"Hold the elevator!"

Into my sight came quite a vision. An older gentlemen, mid-forties would be my guess. Short, almost buzzed-cut salt and pepper hair, cleft chin, and what my friend Steve would call a "cock duster" mustache. He was very tall, with a perfectly proportioned body that he obviously kept in shape. All of my high school coach fantasies came rushing back to me.

"Out for a run?"

Jeez, what a dumb thing for me to say. It was quite apparent that he had been doing just that. He was sweating profusely, wearing a pair of short nylon running shorts, tank top, white socks and running shoes. His entire masculine body was glistening with sweat. I wanted this man desperately and came up with that stupid line as some excuse to start talking to him.

"Yeah, I can't believe how hot it is out there," he responded as he reached and tapped the button for the 23rd floor.

"Which floor?" he inquired.

"Same." Damn, this is going to be a long weekend knowing that this fine specimen of masculinity was going to be on the same floor . Could he possibly be next door even? Well, I guess I'd find out shortly.

The elevator stopped on the 3rd floor and a housekeeper walked on and greeted me. I had asked her if the service elevator was out of service to which she sheepishly looked away and apologized. The gentleman I was sharing the elevator with looked a bit impatient as the elevator had only went up one floor when the housekeeper exited. I apologized to the man and told him how the staff was supposed to use the service elevator.

"No, I'm sorry if I seem a bit impatient," he said. "It's just that I'm supposed to be going out to dinner with some co-workers and just wanted to get a couple of miles in before meeting them. I'm just running a bit late."

The elevator finally arrived and he reached into the waistband of his shorts to extract his key card and went into his room. Alas, the answer to my question. He was nowhere near my room. Oh well, probably would've driven myself crazy knowing he was right next door to me anyway.

I entered my suite and couldn't shake the image of that man from my head. My mind reeled as I imagined all the things I wanted to do to him in that elevator. His nylon shorts were rather loose, except for the important area in front where a nice bulge was pushing against the fabric. I had wanted so badly to drop to my knees and bury my face in that hot sweaty bulge of his, running my hands up and down his large hairy thighs.

He'd just lean his head back and groan, spreading his legs a bit to give me better access. Pulling the loose leg of his shorts aside, I'd almost cream my suit trousers at the sight of one of my favorite treasures. This man was wearing a jockstrap. There's nothing finer than the sight of a nice thick bulge trapped behind the mesh of a strap. Having just had a run in this heat, that pouch was sure to be nice and damp too. The moisture not only giving his pouch a manly aroma, but also aiding in the cotton/nylon fabric of his strap becoming rather transparent. He's a rather large guy as it is, not really needing the damp fabric to clearly outline his large balls and thick meat.

My mind was racing, as was the blood thorough my now completely hard cock. The thought of chewing on that hot sweaty strap was more than I could take. I unzipped my suit trousers to reveal my own jock strapped bulge, rubbing my stiff cock through the fabric.

Just then the phone rang and it was the Front Office manager telling me he was leaving for the day. I was a bit disappointed that the phone call had interrupted my fantasy, but I figured it was better this way anyway. I love to get myself all hot and bothered throughout the day, only to retire at the end of the night in a long slow jerk-off session, releasing the tension that had built up numerous time throughout the day.

I threw my stuff in the closet and decided to head down to get an early dinner myself. As I was coming down the hallway, my heart started racing as I saw my man waiting for the elevator. Here he was, looking like a completely different person. Impeccably dressed in a stylish 3 piece suit with beautiful Italian tassle loafers. I took note that his feet must have been at least a size 15. They looked huge when you looked right at them, but seeing he was at least 6'4", they seemed perfectly proportionate with the rest of his frame.

"I can tell that this isn't your job," he said. "but maybe you can tell the maintenance guy that there is light out in my bathroom. I gathered from that exchange with the housekeeper on the elevator that you obviously work here."

"No problem, do you mind if have a look to see exactly what kind of bulb you need? All these rooms are a bit different and I figure I'll save the engineer some time."

The elevator had arrived and getting on he said, "Sure, go ahead. I'm sure you have a master key." He grinned sheepishly and added as the elevator doors were closing, "Just try to ignore what a slob I am."

Here I was trembling at the thought of entering this stud's room. Knowing full well that he was on his way out and wouldn't be back for some time. I've often thought of "breaking in" to other hotel guest's rooms who have caught my eye in the past, but never had for fear of losing my job. But this was official hotel business..

Trembling, I inserted my master key card into the slot and entered his room. My cock had already sprung to full attention at just the thought of what I was about to do. There, lying on the floor was the stud's running gear. I bent down and pushed aside the damp tank top to see only his shoes and socks underneath. Having a thing for socks as well, I picked up one of those moist socks and brought it to my nose as I inhaled deeply. The aroma was intoxicating. My head was spinning. I wasn't sure if it was the musky, manly odor of his used athletic socks, or merely the fact that I was inhaling so deeply and so frequently that I had begun to hyperventilate.

After a few minutes of this erotic pleasure, I was curious as to where the rest of his gear was. I glanced around the room and didn't see anything. I opened his closet, with his socks still being held to my nose, to see if perhaps had thrown them in there. Nothing. I went through his bureau drawers to see if he was like me and just kept one drawer empty to collect any used clothing throughout the stay. Although I was enthralled with digging through his clean socks and underwear/jockstraps, I had a mission. Alas, nothing! Oh well, these used socks were pleasurable enough. I figured I'd go and check out that light bulb in the bathroom and try and decide if I could actually get away with swiping these socks for later use.

There, on the bathroom floor, I found what I had been searching for. The navy blue nylon running shorts with that jockstrap sitting on top. I reached down and lifted that delicious pouch. I just held it up for awhile looking at it. One great thing about a recently worn jockstrap, especially this particular brand, is that it has a tendency to hold its shape. I could clearly imagine what his bulge looked like while still in these tight confines.

I thought I'd be able to hold back and save my load for a later session, but I knew then that this wouldn't be possible. Unzipping my trousers, I fished my hard cock from behind my restrictive pouch and released my swollen member to where I could slowly stroke it as I enjoyed the bounty before me.

After just basking in the visual beauty of his jock, I brought it to my face for a long, slow whiff. My cock reached it's all time hardness when a very familiar odor hit me. Not only was this jockstrap filled with the male scent of sweat, but there was a whole other masculine odor that was definitely discernible. That wonderful, almost clean smelling scent of a nice thick cum-wad.

I tuned it inside out; and there, lying on the webbing, was an unmistakable sight. A hot fresh load recently pumped into the pouch of the jockstrap. He couldn't have cum in it while wearing it. It would've most definitely been worked into the fabric. No, this was just kind of lying on TOP of the fabric. Was he just jacking off and found this as a handy way to catch his load so as to not make a mess? Or, did he find jockstraps as arousing as I did? The fact that his clothes were in the bathroom, he could have easily had shot his load into the toilet. Or, all over himself for that matter, as he had also taken a shower.

Whatever his reason, he had left me a gift and I wasn't about to question it's sincerity! I brought that pouch to my nose and held it right under to get a whiff of that hot load. There's something so incredibly hot about the aromas our body produce and I couldn't get enough of this guys.

Jacking my cock furiously now, I reached out my tongue until I felt the tip dip into that puddle of this stud's seed. Just touching my tongue to it brought on intense feeling in my body and I knew I was about to shoot my load. Lapping up his thick, creamy load sent me over the edge and at the last minute I brought his now clean pouch down to my dick and shot my load where his once was, all the while savoring that wonderful juicy load in my mouth before swallowing it down.

Putting his jockstrap back where I had found it, I took note of the burnt out lightbulb and beat a hasty retreat.

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