Seriously? pondered the African-American barrel-chested store owner, Dejon.
“You’re on the Wrestling team?” asked Dejon.
“Yes, sir. Coach Moretti hand-selected me to my astonishment as well. I’m here for my fitting of a singlet and jockstrap per Moretti’s request,” spoke Jun, who recognized Dejon’s dismay.
Dejon placed and hand on Jun’s shoulder and led him over look the assortment of Lycra singlets. Dejon studied the boy's body. Jun’s slim jeans did reveal a …show more content…
Now, Dejon turned on his security camera, which viewed Jun stripping out of his tight jeans.
Dejon leaned back in his chair as he started groping himself through his khakis. Soon enough, his fingers tweaked his poking nipples.
Jun shucked his jeans down and pulled his T-shirt over his head. His chest was smooth and hairless. His pecs were just starting to develop. He wore a classic Jockey brief, which snugged his butt.
Jun slipped his fingers into the waistband and yanked down his briefs. While bending over, Jun grabbed the Andrew Christian jockstrap. Then he stood and whiffed its fresh nylon cotton blend fabric.
Jun’s dick bounced with naughty thoughts.
Damn, he’s sexy, thought Dejon who unzipped his khakis to retrieve his pulsating cock.
Jun gingerly pulled them up and over his cheeky butt on purpose.
Damn, they fit perfectly.
Like a second skin, thought Jun.
Intrigued by his athletic jockish appearance, Jun turned to view his butt in the mirror. The circular open exposure of his butthole surrounded by this stretchy nylon enhanced Jun’s asshole, which looked amazing. He squatted down, testing the jockstrap