I really think guys like myself, who have a fetish for jockstraps owe a few words of thanks to the creativity to BVD and the other companies that make them. When I started my collection in high school a few years ago the predominate color was white and the material rough cotton, now there is such a variety of colors and materials.
Variety has become the spice of life and I for one love it. Even as I am writing this record of my adventures and the joys of jockstraps, I am wearing only a jock strap which is filled with the rock hard length of my shaft trying to escape its cotton pouch.
I am currently a freshmen at State college. Being in a dorm, at first sounded like a downer until I started looking around. You wouldn't believe how many guys just strut around in just jockstraps or gym shorts alone the halls.
Don't get me wrong, I am sexually turned on not only by jockstraps but the jocks who wear them. My cock springs to attention with just the smell or nearness of a sweaty jock, though timidity has held me back from flesh to flesh contact. The ultimate perfume for me is the everlasting odors of a sweat and male hormones lingering in a locker room.
I am not football player material, my build is more suited for swimming; but I volunteered to be a team manager. I therefore have an excuse to be in the locker room quite often and also to keep my eyes open for when some football stud dumps a worn jock into the corner of the locker room. Believe it or not I have collected thirty odd jockstraps in this manner! Most of them are worn thin and have holes where cock flesh has rubbed the cloth pouch away. Since they aren't washed out before the stud tosses them the scent of the man remains. It is heaven to finding a jockstrap that has the heady odor of cock, sweat and male pee.:
One of the most exciting things of all happened to me just last week. It was a Saturday evening, when I walked upstairs to Brian's room. He was a classmate of mine and had asked me to help him study for a psychology test. I would never miss out on an opportunity like that to be in the same room with one of the studs who populated my jerk off dreams..
I knocked at the door of his room. He didn't answer it. That was strange, as he told me to come up at seven o'clock. I tried the door to his room and, surprisingly, found the door was unlocked. I opened the door and called out his name. Maybe he had stepped down the hall for a few minutes, I thought.
Mounted on the man doggy-style, I got a better grip across his chest as I squeezed his breasts with my hands. Using his ass-muscles he used them to squeeze my cock inside him. It felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before, and it was all I needed. "Jesus. fuck!" I hissed as the first shot of my cum went into the man's asshole. After a bit the world came back to me. "Nice job, son," he said.
I am the most un-feminine or gay acting man that you will ever encounter. Strangely, I always wanted to be the one having a nice large dick sliding in and out of my mouth. I wanted to be the one on my back, legs up in the air and being fucked up my ass. I wanted to be the one having another guy manhandle me and have his way with me, anyway he chooses. They love dominating the dominator.
I was a sophomore in high school and on the varsity track team. One day near the end of practice I did some sprints to loosen my legs. Suddenly I felt a knot in the back of my leg and I fell to the track in pain. Two of my teammates helped me to the side of the track. My coach came over and asked what happened, apparently he hadn't seen. "OK, up to the trainer's office.
The Doorbell rang. It was Felix the guy that had moved next door about two weeks ago. He could not help but stare at that hunk. He had a tight pair of levis 501's on and just a tank top. He said that he has some trouble with his computer. Let us see if that is all that Felix can fix.
It was Felix the guy that had moved next door about two weeks ago. He could not help but stare at that hunk. He had a tight pair of levis 501's on and just a tank top. He said that he has some trouble with his computer.
He was "my kind of guy". Twenty-something, polite, slight but powerfully built, and black. That ebony shade I love so well, that complimented his dark uniform, though I would have preferred to see him in Navy Dress Whites, or those skimpy shorts the UPS and FedEx guys wear sometimes. The truth is, I'd have preferred to see him with no uniform at all.
Every Saturday morning, coach would take one of us and give us special training. It was intensive and hard, just like coach. He was a six foot two muscled bear. Coach was hairy all over and, being very hairy myself, I always thought it was rather sexy. Our team wore bright red wrestling suits that were the low-cut style showing off our pecs and most of our abs.
The air conditioning in my office was fighting a losing battle, the sweat was pouring off me and my poor secretary looked so red in the face, I thought she might explode. I was already dreaming of the weekend, but there was one more task to complete. I needed to send some documents over to our head office for signing and then wait until they came back. I sat back and started to day dream.
The thin trails of smoke that drifted towards the ceiling were only a hint of the haze that would form once Happy Hour was in full swing. The murmurs of those already there were not yet enough to drown out the tinkle of ice in glasses or the soft rock coming through the sound system. There were still empty stools now, but it wouldn't be long before the place would be filled to capacity.
The one I frequent closes at 1 AM on Tuesday morning. That means it's pretty slow late on Monday night, which is one of the times I always go. There are a dozen or so regulars who are on this schedule, plus the odd stranger who can't sleep. The place clears out by a quarter to one. I was running late, having done some extra work on my pride and joy - my chest. You can always tell the new ones.
A 18 year old boy was going to go to the "Y" on a Sunday to hang out with his friends, do some swimming, play some pool. you know what I mean. Sure, Eric was gay, but no one knew. He couldn't tell anyone, for fear of being the laughing stock of the neighborhood, so he just went along with what the "straight" guys did. but that was as far as it would ever go.
I had managed to get only a quick look at his face, but that was enough for me. He had dark hair with a closely cropped beard and what appeared to be dark eyes. He was dressed in a well tailored blue suit jacket and light pants. From the way the receptionist reacted I gathered that they had met before.
I walked into his room, calling out his name again. Still no response. I looked in his john. He wasn't there either. But what I did see was his jockstrap, lying there on top of the hamper. I swallowed hard, wondering whether I should take a chance and to inspect the jockstrap. I didn't have a lot of will power. I was drawn to the jock like a magnet.
The elastic waistband was white while the pouch was deep blue and made of some sort of nylon material. My cock thumped against my jeans as my fingertips ran along the silky soft material. I looked inside the pouch and saw some pee stains. Jackpot!
I pressed the jock to my nose and sniffed his masculine body odors still drenched into it. It was even still damp from with his sweat.
I guess I sort of got carried away by all this, after that. The next thing I knew, I was pulling my jeans to my ankles, and began to jerk off into his jockstrap. I knew; I didn't have much time. My hands flew up and down my rod, and within a mere couple of minutes, I was ready to explode.
I shot frothy splashes of semen into the jockstrap. I scored direct hits in the pouch. There was a fine layer of my cream coating the jock by the time I was finished.
I frantically pulled up my pants and was about to stuff the jock into my pocket for my collection, suddenly I saw Brian standing in the bathroom doorway. He had just returned from the communal shower room, wearing just a towel.
"Why you horny little bastard," he said reprovingly. "How; dare you try to take my jock!" He came over to me and took the cum covered jockstrap from my hand. I was ready to be pounded into the ground by this brawny jock. The scowl on his face turned into an evil smile as he dropped the towel to the floor.
His cock was at full attention, either it was a sexual thrill for him to contemplate beating me to a pulp or he had other kinkier ideas. With difficulty he then pulled on the blue jockstrap, which was filled with my cum. He rubbed the pouch all over his crotch.
"I love the feel of your cum on my cock," he said as he bunched the jockstrap below his balls. This made his cock and balls stand out even more. His shaft was slick with my cum from the jockstrap pouch. .
"You should have let me know a jockstrap turns you on," he smiled. "Here, put this on," he said reaching into the hamper for another jockstrap. "Once you have it on, I want that meat of yours to crack open my butt."
"You're sure about this?" I asked in my confusion.:"I have never......."
I was about to tell him I never fucked but decided to go along with the moment. After all Brian was just about begging me to buttfuck him. I hadn't known that he got it on with other men. Brian was such a hunk with his blond curls and his tanned well built six foot frame. Oh how often, he had been one of the many guys populating my masturbation fantasies. I would have dressed in a Chicken suit and fucked him mid court during a basketball game if he had asked me.: I undressed in a flash and pulled the jockstrap on over my legs. My prick angled out like a foot long ruler out the side of the pouch. Brian led me back into the main room holding my cock like a handle. He locked the door and got on all fours in the middle of the room, the straps of the jock framing his asscrack. It was obvious that he wanted me to butt fuck him. My cock was already back to its pre-jerk off hard state. I knelt behind him and smiled to myself picturing us like two horny dogs ready to fuck. Water from his shower still glistened on the hair of ass crack and to that I added some spit as I aligned my cock for docking with his asshole.
I spread his buttocks and aimed my thick eight inches of cock between his buns. I would like to say I hit target the first try but it was a struggle. He reached back and opened his asscheeks for me and I saw his wrinkled pink butthole winking at me. I grabbed my meat and homed in meeting his pink butthole flesh with my plum red cockhead flesh. Electricity sparked my sexual drive into hyper-drive as my cockflesh for the first time felt the flesh of another.
As my cockhead pushed apart his rear hole and popped past his sphincter muscle, I heard Brian emit a low toned gasp. His ass muscles fought for a second as the tip of my cock won its beachhead and wouldn't be expelled. I spit some more down onto the shaft of my cock and pushed forward into the warms depths of Brian's asshole. My cock slide in slowly it was like a hot knife cutting into butter despite some friction.
Brian pushed his hips back into mine, as if seeking for my cock to more deeply probe his insides. I increased the intensity and depth of my penetration to match what seemed his evident desires.
My cock slid around inside his shit chute, as cloth of his jock I was wearing rubbed against his smooth white asscheeks. I gave a few whacks to his buttocks to let him know I was in control. Red hand prints branded his buttocks as my property. I pulled the elastic straps of his jock and let them snap against his flesh. I was getting fully into a dominant role I as pounded my hips forward letting my balls bounce against his as I fully lodged my prick in his hole.
With a speed I didn't anticipate my balls violently contracted. I had no control as the cum shot burning up along the shaft of my cock and creamed the warm flesh of his asshole.
With my still hard cock lodged firmly between his buns, I lay over his hunched body and reached around for his hard cock. I was like milking a cow from behind as I stroked his cock into an orgasm that was signaled by his ass muscles locking even more tightly around my ass fucking cock. He moaned as the cream dribbled onto the floor below him and I kept stroking even though I could tell his cockhead was now ultra sensitive and couldn't bear to be touched. I then collapsed on top of him, locked cock to ass in the middle of the floor.
We didn't get much studying down that evening, needless to say. We spent most of the time in his bed finding new ways to unload our balls. He gave me that blue jockstrap as a souvenir of our first encounter, and I'm invited back next week to get it on with him again.
In the meantime, I'm headed to the store to buy him a few new jockstraps to dirty for me.
It was just a few days past the New Year and I was coming home from a trip to Phoenix to see my best friend. With my carry-on in one hand, and my latest art acquisition in the other, I was eager to get home, strip naked and warm up by the fire. I boarded and leaned against a wall. With all the New Year's travelers on their way home, the car was standing room only.
Since I worked during the day I took night classes and on this night I attended my Humanities class, when class was over I didn't feel like going home so I stopped by the liquor store and picked up a six pack of beer. I went driving around going nowhere in particular, and soon found myself way out of town.
i was sitting in the kitchen when i heard noises comming from my older brothers room. i went down the hall and listened at the door, sure enough he was banging something, sounded like squeaks and bangs. Thought he was fucking some girl, but boy was I mistaken!
I made my way to the locker room & collapsed on the bench, exhausted. I inhaled deeply & savoured the scent of the sweaty environment. Something about the aura always excited me & I found myself getting aroused again. It didn't help that some of the guys were stripping, while others walked about clad only in their undergear.
It was hot, humid and sticky, and all I wanted to do was stay home in the air conditioning. . . so naturally, a friends have to invite me over for a party. I tried to get out of it, but it didn't work, and by mid-afternoon, I was wandering around Jim and Helen's "estate" out on the Island. Jim was a friend of mine from school who "made it big.
That whole thing started on a Saturday afternoon, when I went to visit my friend. I didn't know it at the time, but he, his younger brother and his parents had left early in the morning to go to the beach. The only one at home was Tom, his older bother.
The hot breeze of the evening fanned my face and added to the erotic moment. I daydreamed about our encounter and could almost feel his heat, his body close to mine. That summer, I was getting ready for University and had come up to spend a few days at my folks summer cottage. A little swimming and fishing would rest me up and prepare me for the work ahead.
The brunette in the passenger seat unbuckled his seat-belt as the car came to a stop, and turned to the driver. With his hand placed lightly on the blonde's upper thigh, he whispered, "You're not going to just drop me off and run. Are you?" and winked. The driver smiled, and placed the car into park and removed the keys. "Come over here baby. The blond walked over to the brunette.
My dick was limp now, but it was wet, and sticky. It was Friday night. A basketball game at school. I'm a passer, but for the first time in my life, I was a shooter. I shot the winning basket and the crowd went wild. Trace Sanders smirks at me as we head for the locker room. Trace is the usual star of the team. We're both Juniors, 18 years old. There's been a little competition between us.
I went to where the coach was, and he told me to be at the football field at four O' clock. At 4 o'clock, I went to the field, and saw the coach: tall. blond. muscular. handsome. a very nice sight. Then I started to look around, and I saw all of the team members, and they were all very well built. And since they were all training shirtless, I could see their muscles move and sweat.
I was doing some classified work for the Army and this was my chance to get together with other contractors to discuss the overall project. The conference was also being held at one of favorite places; an unusual military installation near the ocean. I got to be close to these macho military guys in a casual atmosphere.
My eyes followed as he moved and began to lift the weights. Pretty impressive. He was pretty strong, stronger than me. I noticed his shoulder were also broader than mine, though it was difficult to say for sure with his loose clothes. I wanted to get to know him.
I'm a student at an Ivy League College, and I stopped into the gym for a little relaxation after work. There were a lot of guys around, including two beautiful French boys with big round asses and nice uncut cocks, sitting in the sauna. He had penetrating blue eyes, and looked shy.
Late enough - the sun's gone down, the stores have been closed for hours, and the streets will be deserted. Quietly I slip out of the dorm - not that anyone would really care where I was going, and most of them know anyway. I head off down the hill - down into the heart of the city.
It's not the classes or the homework. I can handle all the work. It's not the professors or the facilities. I've had a few bad teachers, but they mostly have been very good. And the campus is beautiful; especially in the fall when the leaves turn different colors. No, I couldn't be happier in those respects.
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