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We were at a party celebrating Vic's 19th birthday and Vic got really drunk, and we wound up alone in the basement of the house playing pool while the rest of the team were upstairs passed out, or soon to pass out. Ordinarily, I would not have been invited to a mainly jock party, but I was the football equipment manager, and he kind of had to include me even though the party was at Don's house. He wasn't doing very well at pool because of the booze and I could tell he wasn't happy about losing to a 'fag' and that he was soon going to have to assert some male jock dominance.
This was in an era when the jeans were real real low rise and 'joe cocker' t shirts were in. At one point he stretched his arms by raising his cue above his head with both hands and pushing his pelvis forward while leaning his shoulders back. The pits of his shirt were dark with sweat. His arms were thick with muscle and tanned, and covered with a thick network of bulging blue veins. His eyes were closed and he let out a luxurious groan. The V shape of his upper body was well defined and accentuated by this pose. His low rise jeans rode below his public hair line, just like Vinicius in the picture. I could see the beginnings of his curly bush. I could see the outline of his manhood packed inside those Levis, up and to the right. His t shirt rose up above his navel exposing abs and his fur and the treasure trail to the pubes. And his package was big. I stared. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to help it. I wanted to see more. I wanted Vic.
Vic stopped groaning and relaxed his stretch but kept his arms in the air. His eyes were open now and I could feel my face burning. He was looking straight at me and I knew that he knew that I was looking at his body. Wanting it. Aching for it. Willing to do whatever he told me to do for access to it. A shudder went through me. Vic looked down over his chest, past his stomach to the bulge that had attracted my gaze. He made it jump a bit behind the denim. And then he looked at me again with a knowing smirk. He let his arms fall now, and came towards me saying,
"You see something you want, Jim? What is it, huh? "
He placed his pool cue on the table. And put one hand on his growing mound, languidly massaging it as though I was not there. Soon he would have another kind of cue in his hand. He came closer to me. Close enough for me to smell his man scent. Close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his chest upon my face. I was excited. And scared of what might come in the next few seconds. And so excited, my body actually vibrated in response to his closeness.
"I seen you lookin at me. And I know what the guys say about you. Is it true?” he said, almost directly into my ear. I could feel his breath on my neck and the barest tingle of the scratch of his unshaven face on my cheek. He was so close that if I moved at all I would have brushed his crotch with my right hand.
He placed one hand on my shoulder and began to exert pressure downward. I let my knees respond and began to lower myself to the rec room rug.
"I guess it's true then", he said as he fumbled with his belt..."You suck cock"
He said it like it was just any other statement, like he had said "I guess these jeans are real faded".
I could see that Vic's cock was thick and getting thicker behind the denim. He pulled his belt open and pulled his button fly apart in one tug. He was wearing white briefs. The waist band was riding so low that almost his entire lush pubic bush was before my face . The only think holding the underwear up appeared to be his manhood. He pushed the tight jeans down his well muscled hairy thighs exposing the moist cotton fabric of his briefs. Moist with his sweat. Moist with cock sweat. I could feel his heat on my cheeks and started to smell his crotch.
Vic took a quick glance toward the cellar stairs and listened to hear if there was anyone walking around upstairs. It was quiet. We were alone in the rec room. He pulled his cock out of his shorts and rubbed it right in front of my face. It wasn't hard yet but it was getting bigger as I looked at it and he felt himself up. He reached down inside his briefs and cupped his sack in one hand, then he pulled his hand out and offered it to my nose. I smelled him. That familiar jockstrap smell from all those evenings in the locker room after the team left. I would sniff his smell right from his moist strap and t shirt pits. I loved Vic's masculine appearance and sharp musky body odors. I was kneeling in front of one of my major high school crushes and he was playing with his dick right in my face. I leaned into his hand as it offered his scent. He watched with a drunken lazy grin as I moved from his hand to deeply inhale from the source of that smell... his warm, low swinging scrotum. I looked up at him just in time to hear him say "Fuck man, that's nasty", to which I replied "MMMmmmmm I like the way you smell man. I always have"
Vic looked at me with a puzzed look, and then I said "ever loose one of your jockstraps, Vic?" and then he thought a minute and broke into a snearing grin as the realization that I had been jerking off to the smell of one of his used athletic supporters dawned on him. "You are one sick fucker dude."
"I am for sure." I said. "I like the smell and taste of your jock man. I pull at the pubes you left there with my teeth. After games, when you guys are all gone and I'm cleaning up after you pigs, I sniff the armpits on the t shirts you leave behind. Your pits smell great man. Makes me hard. I'm hard right now."
His cock was at attention now, but he was still concerned that one of the guys might come down and catch him getting blown by me. "Let's move into the john man" . So we went into the small downstairs bathroom. It had a vanity, and a toilet and a glassed in shower stall. There was hardly room for two big guys in the bathroom unless one of them was in the stall. I went in and took off my clothes while Vic shed his too. He held out his t shirt to me to sniff and it was real strong.