Matt's Jocks

I love it when Matthew is in his jocks. He’s built like a thoroughbred, those legs, those thighs, that beefy arse.

He has such a perfect bulge that he often has his hand down, with just a flash of his pubes on his flat abdomen. It’s his default position.

“You’ve always got your hand around it.”

“Huh?”

I look down at his crotch, he does too.

“I’ve got to keep track of it.”

“You mean, your hand on it?”

“Yeah.” He smiles that big smile of his. “You objecting?”

“No, no complaints.”

He pulled the elastic of his jocks straight out. “You okay, little Matthew?”

He flexed his knuckles inside his jocks. “Yeah, I’m good,” he said in a high pitched voice. “I like it when you hold me.”

“I like holding you too,” said Matthew in his own voice.

“You’re pretty funny.”

“I know,” said Matthew. Big smile.