We arrived at the camp in the middle of July. We were assigned to rooms and a roommate at random. The rooms were small and consisted of two twin beds, a couple desks, two dressers, and a comfortable chair. The rooms had a nice view out onto the residence hall area of the ivy-league college that hosted the camp. The college did not allow any air conditioners to be used in the rooms, but they recommended that campers bring a fan.
I arrived early in the afternoon before my roommate, and located my room assignment. I went to the room with my parents and moved my stuff in, choosing my bed and desk in the process. My parents and I finished moving things in and eventually we went to lunch, never seeing my roommate. After lunch, my parents dropped me off and we said our goodbyes. I went up to my room and discovered Connor moving his gear into the room with help from his mother. He was fairly tall, brown hair and blue eyes. He was amazing looking and confident. I offered to help carry a bag or two from the car and his mother gladly accepted, the day was getting hot.
I grabbed a bag out of the car and Connor grabbed the other remaining bag. The bag I grabbed was not fully zipped shut, as it was crammed with gear. As I swung it over my shoulder, one of Connor’s gloves and his cup flew out of the bag and landed on the sidewalk. It as a little awkward at first but Connor laughed and grabbed his stuff off the ground, nonchalantly shoving it back into his bag.
We sat for a while in the room trying to get to know each other and making small talk. All the while we were sweating despite having a fan in the window. Connor was dressed in athletic shorts, a muscle tank, and Sperry’s. I was wearing almost the exact same thing. Connor got up to start to put some clothes and gear away when he opened the dresser; only it was the dresser I had claimed as my own. He had opened the top drawer trying to put some boxers and a couple jocks into the drawer. When he opened it he saw my boxers, three jocks and two cups. He pulled out one of my cups and asked if it was more comfortable than the one he wore. I replied that it was and that I also liked that it was deeper than most and that helped when you got hit. He smiled and agreed and then went to put his clothes into the other dresser, leaving my cup on the top of the dresser in plain view. I resisted the urge to get up and put it back in the drawer because it made me horny seeing my cup sitting out in the open.
By mid afternoon the room was a sauna. It smelled like lax boys and was full of our gear. While unpacking Connor I noticed began to play with his junk a lot. He would move it with his hand every so often as if to tantalize me. I felt myself getting hard. After about an hour of talking and looking at each other, Connor got up and exclaimed that it was too fuckin hot in the room. He took off his shirt and shoes and sat back in the chair. I did the same after seeing Connor’s body. He had incredible shoulders and arms, cut and strong. They were eclipsed only by his beautiful abs and hot face. Playing lax all my life has only really taught me one thing (other than it’s fuckin awesome to play) that I absolutely love lax players. The game itself is hot, the players are hot, the equipment is hot, the locker room is hot, and do I ever need to talk about showers? It’s all just perfect.
As we were just chilling in the room, Connor got up again and again asked about my cup. I said that he could try it and then realized how weird that sounded. But he didn’t make fun of the offer; he walked over to my dresser and picked up the cup. He asked if I meant it. I said sure wondering what was happening. This really turned me on. Connor then pulled down his shorts in the front, exposing a jock strap. I looked in disbelief as he then looked up and me and smiled. He said that he liked to wear a strap even when not practicing because it held his equipment better. He inserted my cup into his jock. He adjusted the cup a little and then did a couple quick moves to test out the comfort. He said that I was right and that it seemed great.
He then complained again about it being too hot and stripped off his shorts, revealing only his jockstrap with my cup in it. It also revealed a wonderful tight ass. My cock was now ready to take off at this point, I was rock hard. He sat back in the chair and asked how I could just sit there with those shorts on when it was so hot. I took this as my cue and removed shorts and revealing my compression shorts. I tried to hide my boner but Connor immediately saw it and laughed. I was embarrassed but he said he was laughing because obviously I needed to “rub one out.” I started to turn red until Connor groped my cup and said he could really rub one out as well. He asked if I had ever beaten off with another guy. I told him no. He then got up and I could see his eight-inch cock straining to be let loose of the prison that was my cup and his jockstrap. He pulled the jock down, exposing a wonderful, cut, eight-inch cock with an incredible throbbing head. I pulled down my shorts to reveal my 7-inch cock, now at full attention. We both grabbed our own cocks and sat back down and started stroking. After a couple minutes, Connor came over to my bed where I was sitting and pushed me over so he could join me.
We laid next to each other stroking and listening to each other’s breathing. After another few minutes, Connor grabbed hold of my hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. I resisted at first but then realized it felt incredible. He then grabbed my cock and proceeded to gently stroke. We stroked for a while with pre-cum oozing out of each of our cocks. We were sweaty and breathing heavily. I knew that I was not far from cumming. I could feel with each thrust of Connor’s body that he could not be far either. At that point, Connor sat up and leaned over to me. He kissed my nipple as my cock throbbed in anticipation. He then worked his way down my stomach, ever so slowly. He kissed along a line in the middle of my chest and abdomen. When he got to my waist, he started working his way back up, but I begged him to go down. He smiled at me as he looked up and said that it would be his pleasure. With that, he sucked my cock into his mouth and began giving me head. I screamed that I was going to cum and he thrust my cock all the way into his thraot. I exploded my cum into his mouth, he swallowed all of it. It was the most intense orgasm that I had ever experienced. When I was done jazzing in his mouth, he looked up and then came to kiss me on the lips. My cum was still on his lips and in his mouth. We played with it for a little while when I told him I wanted to taste his.
With that I threw him to the bottom and started sucking his cock. I tried to imitate the things he did that made me feel so good. He was so hard. He was pumping his cock into my mouth over and over, face fucking me hard. He suddenly stopped and wrestled me onto my back. He spread my legs and propped them up on his shoulders. Sweat was dripping off of his chest onto my cock. He worked his throbbing cock in and out, slowly at first. After a while his pace picked up and I had never felt so good. I was moaning and feeling his hard cock inside of me. He started breathing even more heavily and then screamed that he was going to cum. His long cock gushed loads of cum into me and it felt like a relief to both of us. He then pulled out and laid next to me. The sweat and cum smells were intoxicating. I could not believe what had just happened. We fell asleep next to each other, both naked with cum everywhere.
We eventually got up and started to get dressed for practice. I put on a jockstrap and so did Connor. He said he was going to wear my cup to “try it out” during practice if that was okay. I smiled and said yes. Connor handed me his cup as smiled. I put it in my pouch and could feel myself getting hard again. But it was off to practice and then dinner. After dinner, it was our time again. The rest of camp needless to say was incredible. We found great purpose for our lax sticks at night, using them as dildos occasionally. We also traded gear the whole week, getting to wear his sweaty jocks, shorts and shirts. We loved wearing each other’s gear. It made us both super hard. We left camp and returned to home. I still wear his jockstrap and cup when I play lacrosse. It gets me hard every time I strap up.