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Stole and blew a load of cum in a jockstrap then returned it! This was in a high school lockerroom.
Oh dear, but think of the pleasure you have given someone .No.. but mine have been stolen.
How did that make you feel?No.. but mine have been stolen.
Surely the «thief» had the good grace to not leave you «jockless». One good reason to always have a SPARE or 2 or 3! The other great advantage of spares is that you have a chance to ingratiate yourself with some poor stud whose wife took his jock out of the bag to wash it and forgot to return it. I've made some EXTREMELY «ENJOYABLE» FRIENDS via that route.No.. but mine have been stolen.
Honestly? Wish it had been “enhanced” or that the guy would meet me F2F. Might have been hot..How did that make you feel?
They did keep them… (it happened twice!!) but I have plenty of backups…Surely the «thief» had the good grace to not leave you «jockless». One good reason to always have a SPARE or 2 or 3! The other great advantage of spares is that you have a chance to ingratiate yourself with some poor stud whose wife took his jock out of the bag to wash it and forgot to return it. I've made some EXTREMELY «ENJOYABLE» FRIENDS via that route.
I’ve never stolen a jock but then I’ve never been presented with the opportunity. I don’t know what I would do if I saw a sweaty jock alone on top of a pile of athletic gear, the manly owner of said jock probably in the shower naked, soaping his tired muscles. Could I be tempted pick up the jock and huff the glorious scents? If no one saw that, might I slip my odoriferous treasure into my pocket and whisk it away to participate in many, many masturbatory fantasies? Alas no. I don’t think I could get up the nerve to steal a jock.They did keep them… (it happened twice!!) but I have plenty of backups…
Dude, IF you get the opp, take a page out of Alka Seltzer’s playbook — TRY IT; YOU’LL LIKE IT! Or Nike — JUST DO IT! And you know what? Either that “manly owner” was either careless or will be jacking when he gets home thinking of the hot gymrat who’s jacking and shooting into his stolen strap!!! As my mom says, “Some guy things you just have to accept and go with.” This is one of them.I’ve never stolen a jock but then I’ve never been presented with the opportunity. I don’t know what I would do if I saw a sweaty jock alone on top of a pile of athletic gear, the manly owner of said jock probably in the shower naked, soaping his tired muscles. Could I be tempted pick up the jock and huff the glorious scents? If no one saw that, might I slip my odoriferous treasure into my pocket and whisk it away to participate in many, many masturbatory fantasies? Alas no. I don’t think I could get up the nerve to steal a jock.
Cum over to the wild side. You'll love it!!Dude, IF you get the opp, take a page out of Alka Seltzer’s playbook — TRY IT; YOU’LL LIKE IT! Or Nike — JUST DO IT! And you know what? Either that “manly owner” was either careless or will be jacking when he gets home thinking of the hot gymrat who’s jacking and shooting into his stolen strap!!! As my mom says, “Some guy things you just have to accept and go with.” This is one of them.
There’s nothing like construction crew eye candy. Every time I drive by any sort of construction crew I pick out the guy I want to suck, the guy I want to fuck, and the guy I want to bend over for. And if it’s a big crew I figure they can takes turns!Well the older I get the more I notice «signals» given by supposedly solidly STR8 studs that they're open to all sorts of suggestion... When you encounter a big, hot-looking stud with his jock waistband carefully exposed above the waist of his skin-tight jeans, and the front bulging like a softball got stuck in that same jock — well.... LOOK OUT STUD — you'll soon be in the throes of ecstasy!!!!!!!
There's a lot of construction going on in my neighbopurhood and the «tradie« eye-candy is phenomenal — just waiting for Mr.Right-Now!
It is so tempting everytime I see a well used jockstrap trying to catch its breath from some strenuous workout! It begs to be huffed and...I’m convinced - the next time I see a random jock it’s mine. Now I just need to join a gym where I’ll be able to cum across a ripe jock to steal.
There's something about a certain «scruffiness» and their Stand & Deliver demeanour which makes those tradies exceptionally attractive. I've always been amazed at how many super-butch men LOVE to get FUCKED and conversely my personal experience as a somewhat reluctant BOTTOM, the best fucks I ever enjoyed were from skinny little twinks who could stay rigid for hours and took as long as necessary to loosen me up! Not to say, of course, that the several studly professional athletes I've been fucked by didn't give me mind-blowing orgasms especially after I'd finished licking every nook, cranny, «projection», and «eruption» of their magnificent bodies!There’s nothing like construction crew eye candy. Every time I drive by any sort of construction crew I pick out the guy I want to suck, the guy I want to fuck, and the guy I want to bend over for. And if it’s a big crew I figure they can takes turns!
What got me going down the jock-obsession rabbit hole was constantly running into a stunningly handsome curly blond stallion who had transferred into my public HS from a shi-shi American prep school. The trigger was picking up a rare brilliant white Bike #10 off the floor of the tote basket cage only to find a sewn-in woven label with his name. When I discovered he had several «spares» THAT jock became the first in my «Collection of Thousands» of trophy jocks begged, borrowed, or «stolen» directly from conquests or slyly while said conquests were distracted. The collection is long gone but those memories never fade.Borderline on stealing here: In 7th grade, because PE was my last class of the day and I needed extra credit, I volunteered to help tidy up the locker room for the teacher. Occasionally I would find a jock or two under a bench or in the gang shower. The teacher had instructed me to place any articles of clothing in the lost & found. The ripe and raunchy jocks ended up in my gym bag to take home and enjoy. Most of those were eventually returned in a few days, now a bit riper and raunchier, to the lost & found. Some of the jocks I took home and kept had the name of the owner written on the waistband. Knowing I was wearing a jock belonging to a specific classmate only made the wearing of it more enjoyable.
I totally agree about knowing who the jock belonged to was a game changer. You always have that picture in your mind about the jocks life span with its former owner and how it got to smell deliciously ripe. PS I still have the QB jock from college.. it's my go jtoo piece!!Borderline on stealing here: In 7th grade, because PE was my last class of the day and I needed extra credit, I volunteered to help tidy up the locker room for the teacher. Occasionally I would find a jock or two under a bench or in the gang shower. The teacher had instructed me to place any articles of clothing in the lost & found. The ripe and raunchy jocks ended up in my gym bag to take home and enjoy. Most of those were eventually returned in a few days, now a bit riper and raunchier, to the lost & found. Some of the jocks I took home and kept had the name of the owner written on the waistband. Knowing I was wearing a jock belonging to a specific classmate only made the wearing of it more enjoyable.
Side Note: Towards the end of the semester, I had to resort to leaving any jocks I found in the lost & found. I believe the teacher was getting wise to what I was doing with the jockstraps I found as he started hanging around the locker room more and more as I was cleaning up. Classmates were complaining about their missing jockstraps while they were dressing and he told them to check the lost and found. Some of course found their jocks while others did not.Borderline on stealing here: In 7th grade, because PE was my last class of the day and I needed extra credit, I volunteered to help tidy up the locker room for the teacher. Occasionally I would find a jock or two under a bench or in the gang shower. The teacher had instructed me to place any articles of clothing in the lost & found. The ripe and raunchy jocks ended up in my gym bag to take home and enjoy. Most of those were eventually returned in a few days, now a bit riper and raunchier, to the lost & found. Some of the jocks I took home and kept had the name of the owner written on the waistband. Knowing I was wearing a jock belonging to a specific classmate only made the wearing of it more enjoyable.