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Here's the story that was commissioned by the winner of the Summer Giveaway Competition. I love Buff Bear - do you reckon we need more Tommy stories? Let me know in the comments/via message. 

Our next comp will be in September! 

Tommy Pirelli had never been known as the smartest guy around, and for once, he wouldn’t disagree. His choices so far that day had led him to a moment that was equal parts mortifying, horny as hell and utterly his own fault.

It had started that morning when Tommy was getting ready for the gym. After a long weekend working, he finally had a day to himself, and he wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. Despite his furry stomach that never seemed to slim down, Tommy loved the gym, and an arm and chest pump would be the perfect way to kick-off his day of freedom.

Standing naked in front of the mirror, Tommy couldn’t deny how much he loved what he saw. He had handsome, dark facial features that were framed with his trimmed beard. He had broad shoulders, furry pecs, and impressive arms. His furry stomach was definitely more on the dad bod side, and he loved it. His hairy legs were thick and muscular, and his cut cock and ample balls hung down with an impressive weight.

Running his hands over his meaty pecs, Tommy paused on his nipples. The electric spark that raced straight to his dick reminded him that he hadn’t jerked off for a few days, and he vowed to take care of that as soon as he got back from the gym.

Although perhaps he could tease himself before that?

A few months ago, some kinky guy had left an Andrew Christian jock in the locker room and Tommy had stolen it. It was way too tight on him but got him horny as fuck every time he pulled it on. Yanking it out of his underwear drawer, Tommy decided that for the first time he’d wear it under his gym kit.

It took some effort to get the leather feel pouch in place without his dick or balls hanging out, not to mention that the straps dug in under his juicy cheeks. Seeing himself in the stranger’s slutty jock made Tommy’s dick throb and he quickly pulled on his shorts before he jerked off right then and there.

The gym was filled with the usual college jock crowd and Tommy did his usual nod of acknowledgment as he hit the weights and got his pump on.

As he sat down on the bench press and shifted back slightly, he felt the pouch of the jock shift and the head of his dick flopped out of the side. Although no one could see, the sensation made Tommy grunt.

Looking around to make sure no one was paying him any attention; Tommy slid his hand over to his bulge and tried to readjust the tight pouch. There was no way that he’d be able to carry on working out with his dick hanging out of the jock; he’d be hard in seconds.

With his eyes darting around at the college jocks working out on various machines, Tommy tried yanking the pouch forward so that his dick would flop back inside, but after 30 minutes of pumping his arms, he yanked too hard and there was a hushed ripping sound, followed by a much looser feeling around his bulge.

“Fuck,’ he cursed under his breath.

The sound of the ripping, combined with the looser feeling, made Tommy’s dick start to fill out and he was suddenly conscious of the slightly baggy, silky, soccer shorts he was wearing.

It was at this moment that a couple of the guys headed towards the bench press.

“You need a spot or are you finished?” one of the guys asked.

“Ummm . . . I’m not done yet. Sorry.”

“No worries,” he said and him and his buddy wandered off to the free weights area nearby.

Tommy knew he needed to stand up, but his dick was at half-mast and would be totally visible. But if he stayed on the bench press, someone would notice for sure.

Taking a breath, Tommy jumped up from the bench press and headed straight to the locker room, weaving in and out of machines, praying that no one had noticed.

Mercifully, the locker room was empty as Tommy closed the door. Without hesitation, he pushed his shorts to his ankles and as the waistband was tugged past his dick, it slapped against his thigh, fully hard.

The jock pouch had ripped free from the straps, so all Tommy had was a waistband with two straps hanging down and the pouch hanging free.

Deciding to give up on his workout, Tommy kicked off his shorts and headed over to his locker. But when he got there and checked the pockets of his shorts, he couldn’t find his key.

“Oh fuck, it must have fallen out.”

With his dick still rock hard, there was no way he could just put his shorts on, so he decided to try tying the straps back to the pouch so that he’d have something to hold him in place.

As Tommy wrestled with the straps, he got increasingly annoyed by the material from his t-shirt getting in the way, so he yanked it off and tossed it on one of the benches.

Stood in the middle of the locker room in just his sports socks and sneakers, fighting to tie the straps back to the jock pouch, Tommy was utterly unaware of the couple of college jocks who had opened the door, seen him and quickly closed it again.

Within seconds, a loud piercing siren echoed around the tiled walls of the locker room.

The door flew open, and the two college jocks ran into the room. Tommy clamped his hands over the tented pouch that was still unattached as the two guys came straight for him.

“Sorry bud, fire alarm, gotta get outta here.”

“Wait, let me grab my clothes, I can’t go out there like this.”

Despite his size, Tommy was pushed towards the door, his sneakers squeaking on the linoleum.

“No, wait. I can’t. Please stop!”

The two jocks laughed as they slammed the locker room door behind them and pushed Tommy back into the gym.

“What the hell’s going on?” Tommy asked as the alarm went silent.

The group of college jocks had wandered over to the open space near the doors where Tommy stood cupping his crotch, the two guys who’d dragged him from the locker room behind him.

“Check this out,” one of them yelled, before grabbing the waistband of Tommy’s jock and giving it a hard tug.

The over-stretched elastic tore easily and the jock came free from Tommy’s body, leaving him naked from the ankle up.

“What the fuck?” Tommy said in shock.

And that was the moment that he found himself in a position that was equal parts humiliating, horny as hell and totally his own fault.

Why hadn’t he just jerked off earlier? Why had he worn that stupid jock? And why had he stripped down in the locker room?

“Okay, very funny guys,” Tommy said with a weak smile. “I’ll just find my locker key and head out.”

“No chance. You stole my jock,” one of the two guys from the locker room said with a shrug. “Now you can pay for it.”

Tommy blushed furiously, the blush even showing on his furry pecs. “I . . . I don’t know what you mean.”

The guy laughed. “Yeah, you do, you stole my jock and destroyed it with that thick ass body. Now you can pay for it.”

“What do you want?” Tommy asked.

“You can leave as soon as you cum. We can all see how hard you are.”

Tommy looked down and sure enough, the head of his cock was sticking out between his cupped hands and was clearly leaking.

Without second guessing himself, Tommy started to run his hand up and down his shaft. If these guys wanted a show, they could have one. He knew he was a sexy fucker and now they could see what they clearly wanted.

“Come on, you don’t just jerk your dick like that. Put some effort into it.”

Tommy moved his free hand to his nipples, which was his kryptonite. The electric jolts that fired straight to his dick made him moan. His hand was sliding up and down the length of his cock thanks to the precum and he had never imagined how much being an exhibitionist would do it for him.

“Fuck, look at him. He’s close!”

Tommy grunted his agreement as he sped up. He could feel his biceps bulging, the sweat on his furry pecs and the tight muscles in his bubble butt tensing as he got closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Come on, bear boy,” one of the guys said before slapping his ass.

The loud slap and the shock of the impact tipped Tommy over the edge and he moaned loudly as his orgasm exploded out of him, cum splattering over his thighs and the floor. His breathing was ragged, and he practically whimpered as he kept slowly stroking his cock. He knew he should stop, but Tommy was still horned up.

“Here’s your locker key. You steal one of my jocks again and you’ll have to pay more than a cum show. Now get outta here.”

Not wanting to hang around now that his orgasmic high was wearing off, Tommy grabbed the key and bolted for the locker room.