Spring Break

 

Trevor’s best friend was hot as fuck. Now, Trevor could never tell Eli just how hot he was, since he could only imagine his girlfriend’s reaction to such an encounter. Yet, it was still a beautiful and delicious sight to see: his bro walking around shirtless all the time, his round, meaty pecs out for all to see. Eli never seemed to mind, and frankly didn’t have any concept of personal space. He’d be beating one out in his dorm room when Trevor would walk in, and where a normal person might stop and cover up, Eli would just keep going as if nothing was different. In fact, he’d tell Trevor to sit down and beat one out with him! Straight porn, of course, so Trevor would always decline. Nonetheless, that was the type of bro that Eli was.

So it came as a shock to Trevor that Eli invited him on a spring break trip to Miami with his friends from the wrestling team. Trevor never felt comfortable around the jocks, but Eli insisted on his accompaniment. So, when Midsemester break rolled around, Trevor joined the three jocks in their beat up SUV, and drove to Miami.

The first day was frankly terrible. The three jocks were working out from Sunrise til about five O’Clock at night. This left Trevor to his own devices, alone in the hotel room for hours. When they finally came back from the hotel gym, Eli informed Trevor that they’d be going clubbing that night. This made him a bit more than nervous, which Trevor voiced very clearly to Eli. The response that Eli gave him was a smirk. He sauntered over to the minibar, grabbing a beer. Trevor watched as he tossed his basketball shorts to the side, revealing his favourite jockstrap.

Now, this jockstrap was THE jockstrap. It was the one Eli would wear to practices and to tournaments. He’d wear it to the gym, and to the club. Never once washed, he claimed it brought him good luck, and it was ‘magic.’ Trevor always thought it was a metaphor, but Eli wasn’t exactly smart enough to know what a metaphor was… When Eli walked over to him, he stripped the jockstrap from his body, the sound of sweat separating from his skin to the fabric was loud and incredibly poignant. He held the strap to his face, taking a deep whiff, before nodding and handing it to Trevor.

Trevor was shell shocked. What the hell was going on? The jockstrap sat in Eli’s hand, the musk almost radiating from the tainted fabric. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” Trevor asked, backing away from the smelly fabric. Eli looked at it, puzzled, and almost as if a lightbulb went off in his head, he ran over to his duffel bag. After rummaging through it for a solid minute, he returned with the cup already slid into the jockstrap.

“There, that’s better. Now put it on, we gotta pregame!” He plopped himself down on the couch, and kept drinking his beer. Trevor hesitantly stared at Eli, but for whatever reason, began to unbutton his corduroy trousers. After stripping, Eli patted the cushion next to him, motioning for Trevor to join him. Trevor sat down nervously next to his naked best friend, and began to slide the jockstrap on. The minute the wet fabric made contact with his growing cock, he let out a restrained but satisfied sigh. Eli slapped his back, laughing at his bro, and began to feed his beer to Trevor.

The jockstrap felt warm, almost hot. Strangely hot. So with every chug of the beer, he couldn’t feel his muscles beginning to bulge. He couldn’t feel his hair recede into his head. He couldn’t feel his feet bursting out of his socks. All he felt was heat. Immense heat. He began to sweat, almost as if it were sweating out all the worries and fears, all the inhibitions. Another chug. Out goes his bookish personality. He began to feel relaxed, enjoying the taste of the beer rushing down his throat. He grabbed the can from Eli, who tossed his arm around Trevor’s shoulder.

Trevor didn’t notice that his bro was pumping one out, or even that his normally pale white skin was quickly bronzing and becoming a beautiful Latino tan. The other jocks came out of the bedroom, and upon seeing the sight, grabbed the communal fleshlight and joined Eli. He lifted hup Trevor’s heavy arm and took a quick sniff of his pits before humming in satisfaction and tossing it around his shoulder. Trevor finished the beer and crushed the can, a blank expression on his face. Eli handed him the fleshlight, covered in hot, sticky cum and thrust it down onto his pulsating cock. Each pump made him feel cockier, dumber, hornier. His empty mind was filled with lifting techniques and wrestling positions. He began to remember how he would get wrecked with his bros on the weekends, how he’d throw ragers in the wrestling room after hours, how he’d suck off each bro as the communal cumdump. After blowing his load into the sticky cylinder, Trevor opened his eyes.

Fuck, that was hot, but he couldn’t leave his bro hanging. Eli pointed to his thick, meaty cock, which Trevor eagerly sucked dry. The jocks had one hell of a night out, each club picking up another girl, until they retired back at the hotel for a huge orgy. Spring break carried on, and they all returned to school, with one new teammember.