AC Underwear Confessionals: Ryan In a Mesh Jock
It's no secret that when men wear Andrew Christian undies, they're often on their worst behavior. Normally what happens afterwards is a secret, but not anymore! You shared with us your dirtiest underwear-clad escapades, and now we're sharing them with the world. You've spiked the tea on your most salacious stories with us—those sexy, fun deeds you’ve gotten up to in your Andrew Christian underwear. Now, we're spicing them up in our new series of AC Underwear Confessionals. Our first confessional is Ryan in his mesh jockstrap. Enjoy!
It was my favorite night of the week: Wednesday. The least busy night at the pub
Ash and I bartended at. This Wednesday was going to be my Wednesday. The one
where I would finally make Ash mine.
Closing alone together the past few months had given us plenty of time to talk and
get to know each other. It also gave me plenty of time to look at him too, and my eyes
and my dick were near obsessed with what they saw.
Taller and skinnier than what I usually was drawn to, but, God, the rest...
mouthwatering. Long neck that I wanted to bite. Slim V waist that I wanted to dig my
fingers into. Ripped abs that I wanted to run my tongue up and down. Body
decorated in tattoos, all drawn by him, that I wanted to map. Dark mess of hair that I
wanted to pull. Small pert ass cheeks that I wanted to see spread open for me . Want.
Want. Want. Want. The word was like a drum in my chest that echoed in my pulse.
I knew he wanted me too. I’d catch him staring through those pale blue eyes. Once
I started catching him looking at me, I’d do things to make him look at me more.
Flexing my muscles anytime I’d lift anything. Juvenile and a little too far into the
macho bruh trope for the way I usually behave, but whatever worked to keep his eyes
on me. When I passed behind him, I’d brush extra close and make sure I touched him.
Sometimes just a delicate brush of fingertips up his arm, sometimes I’d make sure he
felt my semi hard dick slide against his thigh.
I’d watch him watch me. Subconsciously stroking his nipple ring through his mesh
tee. He’d pinch and pull at it. All night, I watched him bite his lush bottom lip and lick
across it. He looked turned on from the minute he walked in. Like he knew how our
night was going to go. Him underneath me, writhing, and moaning my name.
The shift was almost over. The last customers were being ushered out the front
door by Ash, his long fingers twitching over the lock. He gave a sweetly cheerful “You
stay dry out there! Come back real soon.” When all I could think was “Fuck you very
much for keeping us open when all I want to do is bend my coworker over and rail
him from behind. K, Byyyyyyuuueeeee.”
Lock the door Ash. Lock the door and turn around so I can slam you into it and give
you what we both want.
Click
Fuck yes.
I didn’t bother to let him turn around. Grabbing his wrist and spinning him into my
arms, I slammed his body into the door and my tongue down his throat.
Our mouths clashed in an eruption of repressed passion. Sloppy and messy. It
wasn’t going to win awards for best kiss, but the intensity was sending shocks through
my body, pooling in my rock-hard cock. There was no hesitation from Ash; he wanted
me the same way I wanted him.
The kiss barely started and Ash was pulling at my clothes, murmuring “Take these
off.” My smile couldn’t be bigger when I murmured back “So needy... I like that. Same,
get those off.” With wild urgency, we pulled, unbuttoned, tossed and tore pieces of
each other’s clothes into a disorganized pile. Barely remembering to grab the small
packet of lube and condom out of my pocket.
Ash was left in his undone pants, I stood nude before him. He liked what he saw.
Nibbling at his lip, he leaned against a table, giving me access to his creamy skin. I
took a nipple into my mouth, licking and tugging at the ring there, slowing us to a
savory pace.
The dim lights cast a seductive glow, creating a beautiful contrast of my dark thick
muscled body against his pale lithe frame. I ground my hardened length against his.
He gasped the tiniest baby-voiced squeal of desire into my mouth. Fuck. That want
from him, it was overwhelming. I had to get inside him. Now.
Dragging my hands across the waistband of his pants, I slid them down his thighs.
My jaw dropped, he had on the hottest jockstrap I had seen. Black mesh, with lattice stripes. His hard dick looked incredible shadowed and stretching against the fabric.
Ash fumbled with the straps trying to get it off. “Absolutely not.” I tore his fingers away.
“That stays on. I’m fucking you wearing it... look so tempting wrapped up. I want to
see you soak it with cum.” He let out another desperate whine. Heat pooled low in my belly.
With a sense of urgency, I lifted him effortlessly, his legs wrapping around my waist
as I carried him to the nearest clean surface – the service bar counter. Smart boy had grabbed the supplies with a smile. Then his lips were on mine. Tongues dancing together while he ground into me yanking at my hair. I broke away, heading to mouth his shaft through the mesh.
“Don’t.” Ash whimpered. Squirming away. “I’ll cum before your lips even brush
across it. I’m too close.” I laughed. Drunk on his baby voice, I wanted to do
debauched things to him. “Mmmmm...” whispering a kiss into his neck. “Still so
needy. Good.” I pulled him down spinning him to bend over the bar. “Spread your
legs so I can open you up and get you ready.” It was Ash’s turn to laugh now, “No
need for prep... put your hand between my legs.”
Kneeling behind him, mouth salivating to consume his hole, I spread those taught
ass cheeks wide. Nestled between them was the base of a silicone butt plug. “Needy and naughty. Was this why you’ve been keyed up all night?” He nodded a yes and started to press back into my hands. I fingered the base, rocking it back and forth. Those noises dripping from his lips got louder. This was going to be so much better than I ever imagined.
Kissing and licking up his spine, I laid my weight over his back pressing my cock
into his crease to keep moving the plug around inside him. I was dry humping him.
Rocking my hips and dick into his ass like a teenager in heat. I didn’t care since he was grinding me right back. All I was waiting for was Ash’s go ahead to, literally, pull the plug and pound into him.
Not a moment too soon, his pretty blue eyes met mine over his shoulder. “Please,
Ry... Annn... I need it. Fuck me. I want it. Please....”. Fuck him? Done. But fuck me too. That sweet voice, my untethering. Gentle went out the window. Snatching the base, I had just enough self control to tell him to push out while I rocked once and slid the toy out in one smooth motion. He winced in discomfort. I felt bad, but knew he was going to be shouting in pleasure in seconds.
Opening the condom and lube packet, I rolled it on and soaked myself in the slick.
Drenching my fingers, I was about to add more to Ash’s hole. I realized too late I
should have readied myself before I removed the plug. His hole looked so open and
it had to feel empty. His muscles were spasming open and closed, searching to be
filled again. He rubbed his legs together moaning at the sensation, aching for it.
“Shhhh, baby. I’m here. Spread your legs wider, I’m putting my fingers in. You’ll feel
good soon.”
He tilted his hips up to open ever further. “Don’t make me beg Ry... an... please,
I’m ready..... please” He was panting and writhing into my touch. Barely grazing his
prostate, he was coming undone. No way either of us were lasting. “Ok, baby,
breathe....” I slid my fingers free and lined my cock up. Giving him a light warning, I
stroked the head around his hole. “Ready, sweetheart?” He snaked a hand around my hip and slammed me forward. Yeah, he was ready.
Entering him was sinful. No one should feel that hot and tight. I tried to stay
shallow; give him time to adjust. He didn’t want that. Squeezing my hip painfully he
ground out through clenched teeth, “Stop teasing... Fuck me... Now.... Hard..
please...” He was messy and I loved it. I gave him all he wanted, taking it to the hilt on a punishing stroke. I saw stars. My forehead dropped between his shoulder blades and I started pistoning in and out of him. My balls slapping his taint with every stroke.
Ash gave as good as he got. Meeting me stroke for stroke. We were at a fevered
pace. I was pummeling his channel. Making sure I had the perfect angle to punish his prostate with every thrust. The longer we fucked, the more sweat poured off us.
Filthy, animalistic sounds erupting from our mouths. We were incoherent. Lost in ecstasy.
Awareness came back when more heat swirled in my lower abdomen. I had to get
Ash off soon, so I didn’t let him down by cumming first. I slowed my pace. Kissing the words into his ear. “I want to touch you. Want you to cum in this.” I snapped one of the elastic straps across his thigh. “You’re already so wet... want you to fill them with your cum. Yes?” He shuddered back into me, dropping his forehead to the wood, gripping the edge of the bar with his hands. “Yes... please.. need your hand on me... please, tight....” That was it. That needy begging. I had about 30 seconds to get him off before I blew my load. Slipping my hand into the silky fabric, I wrapped around his shaft, tight, and matched the rhythm of my cock fucking into him.
Frenzied in seconds, Ash, was babbling a mixture of moans and commands of harder, faster, deeper, don’t stop... he gave no warning he just shook like a leaf on a deep inhale of breath and came all over my hand. His cock spasming out hot thick ropes over and over. He had almost completed when I couldn’t stand it any longer. I railed him as deep as I could and
ground my orgasm into his body, collapsing on top of him.
Loving the feeling of him softening and relaxing under me, I was in no hurry to
move. Giving him the lightest butterfly kisses on each tattoo I could reach without
taking my hands off him. When I felt he had recovered enough from the intensity, I
helped him slide out of his sticky jock and cleaned us both up. We half shuffled, half
walked to a cushioned booth, and fell into it in a tangle of limbs.
While the night faded from black to blue, I whispered against Ash’s hair, "I've been
wanting this for so long." I could feel him smile when he replied, "Me too." In that
moment, I knew that our future Wednesday’s would become extraordinary, our story
together was just getting started.