The New Jockstrap

Cliff could not be more excited when the Mount Two Timbers mall had its refurbished grand opening; not only because he enjoyed shopping and Hot Dog on a Stick, but the mall would feature the largest Male Box in the tri-state area. Two stories of men’s only clothing, underwear, leather gear, and adult novelties. Up until now he would have to order anything he wanted by delivery and his nosey neighbor, Sharon, kept intercepting and opening his packages.

Cliff reached the parking lot and found that a lot of the cars had flyers. He grabbed one on his way in and smiled to himself, folding it, and putting it in his back pocket.

Inside the mall he browsed some of the crocheted sweaters and crop tops, all the current rage of the season, and spent a good twenty minutes in the adult only area. He hadn’t anticipated spending so long in the store. He had only anticipated browsing today, but a tall, bronzed, man with a thick beard kept catching his eye. The sleeves of his t-shirt were tight on his chest and veiny arms and a thick patch of salt and pepper hair stuck up from his shirt collar. He wore a pair of tight shorts and had an obviously nice bulge above stubble-haired legs. Cliff found himself wondering if his cock shaft were as veiny and hairy as the rest of him. Every corner he turned there was the man, sneaking glances back, licking his lips.

He wished he hadn’t gone commando that day because he found himself adjusting his crotch regularly. Eventually, Cliff lost sight of the man when he became enamored with a particularly nice purple and white jockstrap. He took it up to the counter and checked out.

His next stop would be Hot Dog on a Stick, but with his out-of-control boner, he figured he would stop in the restroom and change into his new purchase. The bathrooms at the Mount Two Timbers mall were fancy! The outer wall was a series of mirrors, but upon entering you could see that they were two-way mirrors. It was cool, but a little unnerving to be able to pee at a urinal and see all the shoppers walking by, stopping to fix their hair or hold up a new purchase.

The urinal cake didn’t overpower the aged scent of urine in the bathroom. Despite a fresh refurbishment, the bathrooms still had that filthy odor of cruising.

Cliff ducked into one of a dozen stalls and dropped his pants to the floor, as he slipped on his new jockstrap he noticed a foot in the next stall. He thought he was alone in the bathroom, but now he was suddenly aware that he had no pants on.

The foot turned in his direction and tapped.

Cliff couldn’t remember, but… was it the same shoes the man from Male Box was wearing? He wished so badly he hadn’t stared so hard at the crotch.

The foot slid closer to his stall and tapped again. Cliff, still pantless, felt his heart beat a little faster. Was this real? Was it really the same man?

The foot slid closer one more time to reveal a bronze ankle and Cliff recognized the stubble-haired calf. He was sure. He knelt down and slowly slid his hand under the stall divider and after a brief pause, he felt a thick shaft slap against his palm.

It was just as Cliff had imagined, thick and veiny, just like the man’s arms. The shaft curved slightly upward and the uncut cockhead was already wet with precum. It slid easily back and forth in Cliff’s hand. A muffled groan came from the other side of the wall and Cliff rubbed his thumb over cockhead.

“Taste it,” came a deep whisper from the other side. Cliff obeyed, retracting his hand and licking the sticky precum off his thumb.

“I want you to unlock your stall and face the wall, do you understand?”

“Yes,” whispered Cliff, who slid the lock open and braced himself on the wall above the toilet. The door to the stall opened and he heard the lock slide back into place.

The sound of someone spitting was the only thing Cliff could hear as a rough hand slipped over his mouth and a beard pressed against his neck. “I don’t want to hear you make any noise,” the man said as his thumb caressed Cliff’s cheek.

Braced against the wall, Cliff felt the head of the man’s cock press against his hole, slippery with spit and precum, it burst inside him quickly and he felt heavy balls slap against his taint. Cliff let out a nasal whimper as the hand clamped against his mouth harder.

One, two, three deep thrusts. It slid in and out with ease and each thrust provided more and more pleasure. Cliff became weak in the knees as he straddled the toilet.

The bathroom door opened, and a stranger walked in, peed, and walked back out and the man did not stop thrusting. Then another person entered the bathroom.

The man pushed himself deep inside and pressed his entire body against Cliff; “shhh,” he whispered as he continued to pump in slow steady movements. Cliff could feel his furry pelt rub up and down against his back. It didn’t take long before Cliff could feel the cock bursting in quick spurts of cum filling his insides deep.

“Hello,” said the stranger, “is someone else in here?”

The man quickly zipped up his shorts and exited the stall, leaving Cliff standing against the wall in his jockstrap.

“Just on my way out, officer,” Cliff heard the man say.

In Cliff’s bliss it took him a moment to realize, “Officer? OFFICER? Oh, shi…” but before he could reach down and pull his pants on, he heard the officer say, “Sir, you forgot to flush…”

It was too late, Cliff was caught literally with his pants down, and the bronzed man was already gone.

“It’s not what it looks like, Officer,” Cliff said as he turned to find a beefy blonde guy. He looked like some kind of cross between a lumberjack and a surfer, but wearing a cop’s uniform, staring back at him.

“Son, I think it’s exactly what it looks like,” he responded and then pulled up a walkie talkie from his chest, “Officer Smith, this is Officer White, I’ve got a code 72 in the second-floor men’s room.”

“I’ll be right there,” came a scratchy voice on the other end.

Cliff reached down to pull up his pants, but the officer stopped him, “No, no, son, just step on out of that stall. We don’t want any trouble in here today.”

“Yes,” said Cliff, gesturing with his hands slightly raised.

“What was that?”

“I said yes, Sir.”

“That’s right, I’m going to need you to call me Sir.”

Officer Smith, a black Mr. Clean, entered the bathroom and Cliff saw him lock the door behind him, “We have a troublemaker, White?”

Both Officers were thickly built, there was no way these were regular mall cops, they must have been straight out of some strict FBI training kind of stuff. They towered over Cliff, and it was clear that just one of them could easily overpower him.

“Seem like it, Smith,” Officer White said, while rubbing the growing bulge in his uniform and maintaining eye contact with Cliff, “and we’re going to have to take him in… unless he wants to perform some community service?” He grabbed at his crotch.

“I’m willing to do what it takes, Sir,” Cliff said, wide-eyed.

“I’m going to need to search you first if you could put your hands up against the wall. Officer White motioned toward the wall of one-way mirrors.

“I’m not wearing pants, Sir,” said Cliff.

“We know what we’re doing, boy,” said White as he pressed Cliff up against the glass. Cliff could feel his own bulge press hard against the window as a group of teenagers walked by and stopped to fix their hair in the mirrors.

Rough hands stroked up and down his body, gripping each of his tight muscles, and running up and down the insides of his shirt. Fingers stopped at his nipples to pinch just a little as a tongue ran up and down his neck.

“This will be easier if we can get that shirt of yours off,” said Smith, as he pulled the shirt up and over Cliff’s head. A little trail of sweat had already begun running down Cliff’s neckline.

“Find anything, Officer Smith?”

“No, but I haven’t done the deep search yet.”

“You shouldn’t need any lube. Seems the boy has already been greased up.”

“Is that right, well then, why don’t I start on that end and you take the other?”

Cliff was pushed to his knees and found himself face to face with Officer White’s straining zipper. Cliff could see the full outline of a girthy cock trying to push its way out. Cliff’s own cock was throbbing with the heat of the desire, but he was unable to touch himself in the position he found himself in.

As Officer White pressed Cliff’s face against the fabric of his uniform he nearly forgot that Officer Smith was preparing himself from behind. He felt a finger enter his hole, then two, “you were right, it is a bit of a sloppy hole back here.”

Officer Smith removed his fingers, spit on Cliff’s hole, and pushed himself inside. Cliff couldn’t see the cock, but it had to be at least nine inches and made a direct target right on Cliff’s prostate and kept pushing. It pushed deeper and deeper, hitting every sensory spot on the way in. Cliff thought he might feel it come out the other end soon if it didn’t stop.

“Uuuunnnfff,” Cliff groaned.

“Shut that boy up, White,” pulling all the way out and before pushing back in.

“Think this will do the job?” White said as he unzipped, and his monster flopped out. It was so thick that Cliff wasn’t sure he would be able to fit it in his mouth, but he really had little time to think as it penetrated his lips and pushed through to the back of his throat. It filled every inch of his mouth and he felt drool dribble out the corner of his mouth.

From the side of his eye Cliff could see more and more mallgoers walking past the bathroom as the two officers moved in rhythm back and forth, in and out.

“Fuck, man, I love our job,” Cliff watched as the officer’s high fived each other above his head.

Officer Smith reached under and cupped Cliff’s jockstrapped cock, it was drenched in precum, and the tip was straining to be released from the elastic, “someone is enjoying his punishment.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” said White. He gripped Cliff’s ears and pushed deep into his mouth. Cliff began to tear up a little as he looked up into the officer’s eyes, “we need you to learn your lessons. Are you learning your lessons?”

Cliff tried to mumble through the mouthful of cock, but only managed to taste the salty spit-soaked balls of the officer.

Smith gripped Cliff’s hips tightly and began to pump harder and faster. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Hold on, I’m close too, let’s go together,” said White with his hand on the back of Cliff’s head.

“Uhhhhhhh,” screamed Smith, bucking hard, fingers pressed into Cliff’s hips.

“FUCK!” yelled White, shoving his thick shaft down Cliff’s throat.

Cliff felt both cocks’ pulse as he swallowed a juicy load in one end and felt his colon swell with another. The officers both pulled out and let Cliff slump to the floor.

“Your lesson is that you don’t get to cum,” said Officer White as he zipped up.

“We’re going to let you off with a warning, so get your pants on and get outta here,” said Officer Smith who was already unlocking the bathroom door.

Cliff scrambled to find his pants and throw them on. He exited the bathroom and found his way to the parking lot. He pulled the flyer out of the back of his pocket and read it again, under a grainy security camera picture of Officers Smith and White was a caption: Be on the lookout for these two men impersonating local Mount Two Timber police officers…

Cliff smiled to himself as he got into his car and drove home. All he could think about was how much he loved the new mall.