Posted Sun Jul 22, 2018 | 261 Words | Tagged story jock

He woke up one morning fairly groggy and managed to get himself to his sofa where he saw a familar red bundle of cloth. It was a wrestling singlet that was one of his school’s team would wear. But why was it on his sofa anyway?

He picked it up and gave it a sniff. It reeked really strongly of musk from one of the wrestlers. But why would he have this on his sofa? He sniffed it again. It smelt kinda good.

He pondered about putting it on. But surely it wouldn’t fit his overweight body and he’d probably break it right? He thought about this for a moment but after taking a deep huff of the smell his mind clouded that thought, and all he could think of was wearing the singlet.

The singlet stretched over his body, and he barely managed to get it on. Looking in the mirror he instantly had a boner. He looked good in it. Surprisingly good. His penis, now fully erect, was very visible in the singlet.

As if on instinct he pulled a goofy jock smile in the mirror and it felt natural, and just right. Then he started flexing. You could swear with every flex his arms were filling in just a little bit more and his spare tire deflated ever so slightly.

Completely lost in a trance of flexing and letting the sweat and musk in the singlet sink into him, he never realised how ready he was going to be to fill the missing spot on the wrestling team.