Some of my earliest memories are of him putting this on to take me to the pool. That was 50+ years ago.I own my late father's jockstrap.
Pre-stained by him or ?I own my late father's jockstrap.
Those are 50+ years of wear. Its made of cotton.Pre-stained by him or ?
My dad did tighty whities too. I used to wear his after he'd throw them in the laundry.My dad did tighty whities. He didn’t have a jock anymore. His waist was also much bigger than mine.
I have the same exact story! I loved the feel of the cotton pouch on my hard cock. I couldn't believe there was something manufactured specifically to hold my balls so snugly! I was so glad to discover some vintage Bike's for sale on ebay last year, and felt like I'd finally achieved jockstrap cycle when I stuffed my hairy dick in that comfortable, receptive pouchHow do you think that many of us got started? Snooping through dad's drawer and found his old Bike 10. Of course I tried it...... and was hooked.
The same for me found it in his underwear drawer and had to try on and rub my cock where his had been .Got hard thinking about it , wore it whenever i got the chance to be alone. Now have a huge underwear/jock collection, about half used by other guys ( swaps and gifts) .Love this siteHow do you think that many of us got started? Snooping through dad's drawer and found his old Bike 10. Of course I tried it...... and was hooked.
F yeah! But I notice you didn’t mention any swiped?The same for me found it in his underwear drawer and had to try on and rub my cock where his had been .Got hard thinking about it , wore it whenever i got the chance to be alone. Now have a huge underwear/jock collection, about half used by other guys ( swaps and gifts) .Love this site
HOT “ramblings” of men just being men. WOOF (or maybe I should say OINK)!I have more than a few times over the years. The first time was as a prepubescent boy sneaking his and my older brothers to try on. Their jockstraps were way too big on me but I didn't care. The next time I had just turned 16, we went to visit family in Connecticut. We were staying with my aunt, his younger sister. We went swimming one afternoon like we would almost every day. I went to the bathroom where my suit and jock were hung up to dry from our last swim. I stripped and went to put my jock on but realized it was not with my swimsuit. So I opened up the window nude holding the swimsuit asking my dad if he knew what happened to my jockstrap. My mom sitting in a lawn chair and my aunt floating in the pool. Dad was already swimming. He came back with"I must have grabbed yours by mistake." He said casually that his should be there then and for me to just wear his "jockeystrap". I was ok and went to find his jock. Dressed and joined everyone in the pool. I found it exciting to have swapped jockstraps and everyone was fully aware of the fact. I thought about it later that evening about talking frankly about our jockstraps and swapping them in front of my aunt, younger cousin. She wasn't at all fazed by this. But it dawned on me she grew up with three jock-wearing brothers plus her dad so she has probably heard talk / seen jocks all her life. The last memory was in my 30s and we were going to work out at the new gym Dad had just joined. My jockstrap wasn't in my gym bag. Dad once again came to the rescue again gave me one of his. A black Under Armour. Last month I was helping him pack and move when I came across what I think was that same jockstrap in the closet in his bathroom and dressing area. That got me thinking about this thread and thought I would share. Sorry for rambling on so long.
Thanks for all of your stories great memories!I have more than a few times over the years. The first time was as a prepubescent boy sneaking his and my older brothers to try on. Their jockstraps were way too big on me but I didn't care. The next time I had just turned 16, we went to visit family in Connecticut. We were staying with my aunt, his younger sister. We went swimming one afternoon like we would almost every day. I went to the bathroom where my suit and jock were hung up to dry from our last swim. I stripped and went to put my jock on but realized it was not with my swimsuit. So I opened up the window nude holding the swimsuit asking my dad if he knew what happened to my jockstrap. My mom sitting in a lawn chair and my aunt floating in the pool. Dad was already swimming. He came back with"I must have grabbed yours by mistake." He said casually that his should be there then and for me to just wear his "jockeystrap". I was ok and went to find his jock. Dressed and joined everyone in the pool. I found it exciting to have swapped jockstraps and everyone was fully aware of the fact. I thought about it later that evening about talking frankly about our jockstraps and swapping them in front of my aunt, younger cousin. She wasn't at all fazed by this. But it dawned on me she grew up with three jock-wearing brothers plus her dad so she has probably heard talk / seen jocks all her life. The last memory was in my 30s and we were going to work out at the new gym Dad had just joined. My jockstrap wasn't in my gym bag. Dad once again came to the rescue again gave me one of his. A black Under Armour. Last month I was helping him pack and move when I came across what I think was that same jockstrap in the closet in his bathroom and dressing area. That got me thinking about this thread and thought I would share. Sorry for rambling on so long.
Fun memories!I have more than a few times over the years. The first time was as a prepubescent boy sneaking his and my older brothers to try on. Their jockstraps were way too big on me but I didn't care. The next time I had just turned 16, we went to visit family in Connecticut. We were staying with my aunt, his younger sister. We went swimming one afternoon like we would almost every day. I went to the bathroom where my suit and jock were hung up to dry from our last swim. I stripped and went to put my jock on but realized it was not with my swimsuit. So I opened up the window nude holding the swimsuit asking my dad if he knew what happened to my jockstrap. My mom sitting in a lawn chair and my aunt floating in the pool. Dad was already swimming. He came back with"I must have grabbed yours by mistake." He said casually that his should be there then and for me to just wear his "jockeystrap". I was ok and went to find his jock. Dressed and joined everyone in the pool. I found it exciting to have swapped jockstraps and everyone was fully aware of the fact. I thought about it later that evening about talking frankly about our jockstraps and swapping them in front of my aunt, younger cousin. She wasn't at all fazed by this. But it dawned on me she grew up with three jock-wearing brothers plus her dad so she has probably heard talk / seen jocks all her life. The last memory was in my 30s and we were going to work out at the new gym Dad had just joined. My jockstrap wasn't in my gym bag. Dad once again came to the rescue again gave me one of his. A black Under Armour. Last month I was helping him pack and move when I came across what I think was that same jockstrap in the closet in his bathroom and dressing area. That got me thinking about this thread and thought I would share. Sorry for rambling on so long.
That story was a fun memory. My dad always wore jockstrap and speedo. I was younger then wore boys swim trunks and my little jockstrap.Fun memories!
Sniff em too?Oh man! That's exactly what I did! Instant erection, quickly followed by suddenly cumming in it! After that I borrowed it everytime he wasn't home! Hell...borrowed a few friends dads jockstraps as well!! Pure nirvana!
Always washed in bleachSniff em too?
Bleach ruins the elastic in jocks my dad taught me a good hand washing in bar soap and hang dry.Always washed in bleach
Never. Wash. Jockstraps.Bleach ruins the elastic in jocks my dad taught me a good hand washing in bar soap and hang dry.
As a younger boy saw dad did this every time
Each person does things differently I like my jocks fresh as wearing as my underwear since age 18 I’m 65Never. Wash. Jockstraps.
One of the best stories I’ve ever read on here. I thank You Jkstrapped.I have more than a few times over the years. The first time was as a prepubescent boy sneaking his and my older brothers to try on. Their jockstraps were way too big on me but I didn't care. The next time I had just turned 16, we went to visit family in Connecticut. We were staying with my aunt, his younger sister. We went swimming one afternoon like we would almost every day. I went to the bathroom where my suit and jock were hung up to dry from our last swim. I stripped and went to put my jock on but realized it was not with my swimsuit. So I opened up the window nude holding the swimsuit asking my dad if he knew what happened to my jockstrap. My mom sitting in a lawn chair and my aunt floating in the pool. Dad was already swimming. He came back with"I must have grabbed yours by mistake." He said casually that his should be there then and for me to just wear his "jockeystrap". I was ok and went to find his jock. Dressed and joined everyone in the pool. I found it exciting to have swapped jockstraps and everyone was fully aware of the fact. I thought about it later that evening about talking frankly about our jockstraps and swapping them in front of my aunt, younger cousin. She wasn't at all fazed by this. But it dawned on me she grew up with three jock-wearing brothers plus her dad so she has probably heard talk / seen jocks all her life. The last memory was in my 30s and we were going to work out at the new gym Dad had just joined. My jockstrap wasn't in my gym bag. Dad once again came to the rescue again gave me one of his. A black Under Armour. Last month I was helping him pack and move when I came across what I think was that same jockstrap in the closet in his bathroom and dressing area. That got me thinking about this thread and thought I would share. Sorry for rambling on so long.
I hear ya! That was my mom's doing!Bleach ruins the elastic in jocks my dad taught me a good hand washing in bar soap and hang dry.
As a younger boy saw dad did this every time