Posted Sat Nov 7, 2015 | 282 Words | Tagged story

Jason couldn’t find his underwear after the night out on the town. He was incredibly hungover and could barely remember what even happened or where he went. But he couldn’t find any of his underwear. Surely he mustn’t have done anything stupid like throwing away his underwear.

He looked around and found a package on his desk and opened it wondering what was going on. Inside was a piece of cloth, which turned out to be a jockstrap. There was a card left inside the bad simply saying “PULSE” and an address with nothing else.

He put it on, even though he’d never think of wearing anything of it’s kind but it was better than nothing. In fact, it felt really good. He smiled fairly dumbly in the mirror. Damn this made everything feel better.

He turned around and saw his butt. Wow it looked big in the jockstrap. Or was it bigger he couldn’t tell. He wondered if it was worth a shower and smelt himself. He smelt good, musky and sexual.

Wait what as he doing? He was distracted. Clothes? Why would he wear clothes? They were just itchy an horrid. His dick was getting harder thinking of being in the jockstrap. Jason wanted release, and felt it take over his mind. He couldn’t think of anything else.

He started jacking off and released so much fluid he scared himself. But it felt so nice and hot.

By the end of the day, he was already in the club performing and enjoying every moment of it. He also enjoyed getting the guys in the club to fill him. Damn Jason was such a dumb cocky slut working at the PULSE.