JOCKSTRAPPED PASSENGER
The driver was cruising down the empty road when he saw him — a big, sweaty baseball player in full uniform, thumb out, looking hot as hell under the midday sun. The guy flagged him down with that cocky grin.
“Heading to the stadium, man. Any chance for a ride?”
The driver let him in. The front seats were loaded with boxes, so the player climbed into the back. After a few miles the driver finally pulled over to unload the things. When he opened the back door, his mouth dropped.
The player was sitting there in nothing but a white jockstrap, thick thighs spread wide, heavy bulge barely contained. His muscular chest and abs were still shiny with sweat, socks pulled up high on his calves.
“Too hot in the uniform,” the player said with a smirk, adjusting his cap. “Hope you don’t mind.”
The driver’s cock got rock hard instantly. The stadium was still a few miles away. Plenty of time.
He climbed in the back and closed the door. The player spread his legs wider, that fat jock pouch right in front of him.
“Want a taste before I get to the game?” the player asked, voice low and rough.
The driver didn’t need to be asked twice. He buried his face in that sweaty jock, breathing in the strong smell of musk and ball sweat. He pulled the pouch aside and swallowed the thick cock whole, sucking loud and sloppy while the player groaned and gripped his hair.
“Fuck yeah… suck that dick, man.”
The driver got the player on all fours, face down ass up in the back seat. He spit on his hole and shoved his cock in raw. The player moaned like a whore as he got fucked hard, the car rocking with every thrust. His thick ass jiggled, sweat flying everywhere.
“Harder, bro… wreck my hole,” the player grunted, pushing back.
The driver pounded him like an animal, slapping that meaty ass while the player’s heavy balls swung. He reached around and jerked the player’s fat cock until he shot thick ropes all over the seat.
The driver followed right after, burying deep and pumping his load into the player’s guts.
They were both panting and sweaty when it was done. The player pulled his uniform back on with a grin.
“Thanks for the ride… and the fuck. Drop me off at the stadium?”
The driver nodded, still dazed, watching the player’s ass as he climbed out.
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