Jockfreak
Jockstrap Fan
I feel kinda lame posting my Jock stories since none of them end up in anyone getting off.
When I was in my early teens my cousin A and his family moved from a house in a tight subdivision into a mobile single wide mobile alone a creek out in the woods. I knew from early on that I liked guys and I especially liked A. He was a thick red head who was always making jokes and fun to be around. My uncle spent time in the US Army stationed in Germany and never wore deodorant. His boys, including A didn't either. In the summer my mom would drop me off at A's trailer for days at a time. When A was 16 or 17 he got supper into weightlifting. I'm sure that everyone has an idea of how small the bedrooms are in a single wide trailer. A accumulated a shit load of weight plates, bars and a bench. So much so that to fit it all into his room he gave up his bed and started sleeping on a doubled up mat. Oh I need to also mention that the trailer was not air-conditioned. By mid June it was hot and humid in SW Ohio and brutally hot inside A's small gym/bedroom. A had picked me up, so he must have been at least 16 at the time. On the way to his house he told me that we were going to workout and then go to the mall cinema to get some AC. It was customary that once we got into his room we would rearrange things to set up a workout space. But this time in all the heat, the first thing that A did was strip down, pull on a jock and lace up some wrestling shoes. I'm not sure if this was the first time I ever saw a jock, but it definitely was the first time that seeing a guy in a jock imprinted on me. All I wanted to do was to watch my cousin and how his body looked in the jock. I was fixated. I wanted to be in a jock too, with my cousin, sweating and working out and brushing up against him as he was t times brushing up against me. All I had were the standard whit boy briefs. Sweat poured off both of us as we worked out. I was in fucking heaven seeing my cousin's cock outlined in the jock pouch. His BO was intense and I loved breathing in his stench. A is a redhead, thick auburn hair and thick auburn bush. I was so young and knew exactly what I wanted in life and A was it. Fucking stud.
After working out we put on gym shorts, grabbed towels and headed up a branch of the creek where we stripped down and washed off in the cool water. Later when we arrived at the mall to see some movie the first thing I wanted to do was to know where I could buy a jock. My cousin didn't miss a beat. He had to have known that I was was fixated on his jock and him. He had to have known I couldn't get enough of his smell. Everything was so obvious. I wanted him to know.
The rest of the summer and really for years after, until my cousin joined the Marines, we would always workout when I visited. Socks, wrestling shoes and a jock. That was the uniform. The jocks were hung up over a curtain rod to dry after a workout. In the summers they never dried from day to day. Who cared, right? I would pull his jock down and rub it into my face when he was out of the room. Sometimes I would suck the sweat out of it. I really liked sniffing and licking the spot where the straps and pouch meet. I wonder if he ever knew how hot I was for him. I wonder if he ever smelled his own crotch sweat on my face when we slept damn near on top of one another.
My cousin never came on to me and I never did more than push into him while we slept. But that was the beginning of my life long session with jockstraps.
When I was in my early teens my cousin A and his family moved from a house in a tight subdivision into a mobile single wide mobile alone a creek out in the woods. I knew from early on that I liked guys and I especially liked A. He was a thick red head who was always making jokes and fun to be around. My uncle spent time in the US Army stationed in Germany and never wore deodorant. His boys, including A didn't either. In the summer my mom would drop me off at A's trailer for days at a time. When A was 16 or 17 he got supper into weightlifting. I'm sure that everyone has an idea of how small the bedrooms are in a single wide trailer. A accumulated a shit load of weight plates, bars and a bench. So much so that to fit it all into his room he gave up his bed and started sleeping on a doubled up mat. Oh I need to also mention that the trailer was not air-conditioned. By mid June it was hot and humid in SW Ohio and brutally hot inside A's small gym/bedroom. A had picked me up, so he must have been at least 16 at the time. On the way to his house he told me that we were going to workout and then go to the mall cinema to get some AC. It was customary that once we got into his room we would rearrange things to set up a workout space. But this time in all the heat, the first thing that A did was strip down, pull on a jock and lace up some wrestling shoes. I'm not sure if this was the first time I ever saw a jock, but it definitely was the first time that seeing a guy in a jock imprinted on me. All I wanted to do was to watch my cousin and how his body looked in the jock. I was fixated. I wanted to be in a jock too, with my cousin, sweating and working out and brushing up against him as he was t times brushing up against me. All I had were the standard whit boy briefs. Sweat poured off both of us as we worked out. I was in fucking heaven seeing my cousin's cock outlined in the jock pouch. His BO was intense and I loved breathing in his stench. A is a redhead, thick auburn hair and thick auburn bush. I was so young and knew exactly what I wanted in life and A was it. Fucking stud.
After working out we put on gym shorts, grabbed towels and headed up a branch of the creek where we stripped down and washed off in the cool water. Later when we arrived at the mall to see some movie the first thing I wanted to do was to know where I could buy a jock. My cousin didn't miss a beat. He had to have known that I was was fixated on his jock and him. He had to have known I couldn't get enough of his smell. Everything was so obvious. I wanted him to know.
The rest of the summer and really for years after, until my cousin joined the Marines, we would always workout when I visited. Socks, wrestling shoes and a jock. That was the uniform. The jocks were hung up over a curtain rod to dry after a workout. In the summers they never dried from day to day. Who cared, right? I would pull his jock down and rub it into my face when he was out of the room. Sometimes I would suck the sweat out of it. I really liked sniffing and licking the spot where the straps and pouch meet. I wonder if he ever knew how hot I was for him. I wonder if he ever smelled his own crotch sweat on my face when we slept damn near on top of one another.
My cousin never came on to me and I never did more than push into him while we slept. But that was the beginning of my life long session with jockstraps.
HOT memories, and great account of similar adventures I experienced with a couple of college wrestling jock buds. One of the guys had a work-study position as janitor/custodian of the college men’s locker/shower rooms. So, having facility keys, he granted the three of us after hours, exclusive late night access to the weight room/wrestling mats accessed only from the men’s locker room. Occasionally, we‘d blow some weed behind the gym, then go in for some “straps to the mats” wrestling bouts. …. ending up boners out, jockstraps off, pinning sucking, fucking and jizzing on the mats (and our jockstraps)…. which our work-study bud never minded cleaning up one way or another. One night, a “straight” dorm buddy quietly followed us in and secretly watched us for awhile. …. Until one of us noticed him at the top of the stairs, shorts and strap at his knees, as he jacked his thick tool, fixated on our erotic “wrestle-fuckfest.” While he never admitted it, we‘re sure he wanted to be discovered watching the show, as he seemed too eager to jump into our wrestling orgy. On several occasions thereafter, we were a “naked wrestling foursome.” In hindsight, those college activities were definitely “learning experiences” in sharing and appreciating male sensuality and erotic energy. To this day, I still enjoy exchanging massages [wrestling?] with other strapped/naked dudes on my massage table [wrestling mat?]. Oh YEAH !!
