I got off my bike and dug through the bags. The clothes even smelled like him. I always liked FJ’s smell. A mix of his cologne and his natural musk. The bags were filled with his old workout shirts and shorts. I didn’t find anything I wanted, but I came across his old red jockstrap. I remembered him wearing it in the locker room at school one day. His ass was amazing in it. Just smelling it and thinking about him in it was getting me hard.
“That’s it. I give up.” Mr. Gilson threw his hands in the air. “It’s too damn hot out here. Come inside, Corin. I’ll grab you something to drink.” He waved me in.
“That’s ok. I have to get home and shower.” I carefully got up, hoping he wouldn’t see the front of my pants growing.
“I wasn’t asking you what you were about to do, I’m telling you to get i
