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If not commando, then jocked.
And we do hope they’re JUICY.Me too. All the juicy details.
And we do hope they’re JUICY.Me too. All the juicy details.
Is this to me? Sorry just still figuring out how the site operates lolAnd we do hope they’re JUICY.
Actually was to Hornynow, but if the pouch fits . . .Is this to me? Sorry just still figuring out how the site operates lol
Beautiful uncut jock cockDad has a great cock! About 7 1/2 thick. Here he is no sex with uncle, but jacked with my Dad.
That’s awesome. i have a son who just graduated Wake Forest University, and is taking a gap year before starting law school. My partner never had kids, but totally loves my son and they have a great relationship.Thanks you so much. It is on the verge of happening. My husband’s older son and his husband are in the process of adopting a baby expected in September.
I was that, the no kids guy. When I found out the guy I’d fucked the brains out of for a day and a half had a son, I thought, “Good, that seals it! No way this will ever get serious because I could never be a stepdad!” Now look at me. Stepdad for 11 years, father for 7. Don’t get me wrong; I’m still the badass Marine fuck ‘em and leave ‘em guy . . . just I keep that all inside! LOLThat’s awesome. i have a son who just graduated Wake Forest University, and is taking a gap year before starting law school. My partner never had kids, but totally loves my son and they have a great relationship.
Was he hung like you?that must have been one hot lockerroom, especially the showers. I could never have done that with my Dad, even though saw him in a jock on a number of occasions.
HotI was that, the no kids guy. When I found out the guy I’d fucked the brains out of for a day and a half had a son, I thought, “Good, that seals it! No way this will ever get serious because I could never be a stepdad!” Now look at me. Stepdad for 11 years, father for 7. Don’t get me wrong; I’m still the badass Marine fuck ‘em and leave ‘em guy . . . just I keep that all inside! LOL
Hung? I’m hardly hung. 6c mushroom head, nice piss slit, low hangers, red pubic hair. Dad was uncut, nice foreskin. As a kid, we went to the Y, on Saturday mornings, for father/son naked swim. I hung with my buddies and he hung with his and then we’d go home. As I got older, I’d be with my buddies naked in the hot tub. Most likely one or more of us would bone up in the tub. Fun times and great memories.I’m sure I wasn’t the only one here that did that.Was he hung like you?
Awesome! Was your Dad also red pubic haired ?Hung? I’m hardly hung. 6c mushroom head, nice piss slit, low hangers, red pubic hair. Dad was uncut, nice foreskin. As a kid, we went to the Y, on Saturday mornings, for father/son naked swim. I hung with my buddies and he hung with his and then we’d go home. As I got older, I’d be with my buddies naked in the hot tub. Most likely one or more of us would bone up in the tub. Fun times and great memories.I’m sure I wasn’t the only one here that did that.
No. Dark hair.Awesome! Was your Dad also red pubic haired ?
But they’re a huge part of our history and actually the true inspiration for what we have today. Real hard cups then were made out of magnesium or steel. I bought an old steel one off my soccer coach and took it to the metal shop and polished it up and it shines like a mirror! Even with a few dings, dents and hockey puck nicks in it. A few days later, He brought me in his old original Jockcup holder for it, and said he had washed it, but there were some few stains in it, and they certainly weren’t piss!The jocks our Dads wore were those basic bike or Duke straps. Maybe a cup. Nothing like todays.
Did you get to see his bone and did you do anything with it?But they’re a huge part of our history and actually the true inspiration for what we have today. Real hard cups are made out of magnesium or steel. I bought an old steel one off my soccer coach and took it to the metal shop and polished it up and it shines like a mirror! Even with a few dings, dents and hockey puck nicks in it. A few days later, He brought me in his old original Jockcup holder for it, and said he had washed it, but there were some few stains in it, and they certainly weren’t piss!
I think him profusely, and he helped me put the cup into place, which was held together by two metal snaps at the top of the pouch. I asked him if the stains were his sperm, and he turned red, smiled and said he knew he couldn’t ‘fool a faggot cock-sucker of a boy’ like me! How did he know about me?
I asked him that too and he said he saw me stealing some of the other team boys’ jockstraps when they were in the gangbang showers as well as smelling them. At this I blush profusely red, and look down . He put his hand under my chin, lifted my red shameful face up to has an asked me to look in his eyes… I did. He said once he found the Jock thief who was stealing supporters from our team mates that from that point on, he always had a bone for me. I asked him if I could see it…
If you didn’t, don’t tell me and ruin the delicious continuation of this story my fantasy has conCOCKted.Did you get to see his bone and did you do anything with it?
As a true kid of the 80's Born in 69 and an adolescent in the 70's jockstraps were normal for anything when one thought they needed one. Mostly sports orientated but then also for any position requiring heavy lifting like a stock boy. Boxer shorts were around but most men wore jockey shorts. My only issue is the cut into my legs, had a small gap for grabbing your cock when pissing at a urinal and they held one heck of sweat on hot summer days, even in Wisconsin. Being a sports guy, I only wore jockey shorts when I was going to be at a family function. Beyond that I was strapped and if someone comment it told me they were looking at me for one reason or another. In college the pleading Sorority girls were reading bedtime stories to guys. Not sure how came up with the idea but they wanted to order two Sorority girls to read us bedtime stories while we were all in nothing but jockstraps. Some had comment they did not have a jockstrap and our floor leader said...."How do you not have a jockstrap?" Well, we all ended up strapped with paper bags on our heads and it turned south. The girls turned the tables. One blocked the door, and they pulled off our jockstraps and played name the dude based on his cock/balls.The jocks our dad wore were those basic bike or Duke straps. Maybe a cup. Nothing like todays.
Fuck! Don't stop there...please!But they’re a huge part of our history and actually the true inspiration for what we have today. Real hard cups then were made out of magnesium or steel. I bought an old steel one off my soccer coach and took it to the metal shop and polished it up and it shines like a mirror! Even with a few dings, dents and hockey puck nicks in it. A few days later, He brought me in his old original Jockcup holder for it, and said he had washed it, but there were some few stains in it, and they certainly weren’t piss!
I thanked him profusely, and he helped me put the cup into place, which was held together by two metal snaps at the top of the pouch. I asked him if the stains were his sperm, and he turned red, smiled and said he knew he couldn’t ‘fool a faggot cock-sucker of a boy’ like me! How did he know about me?
I asked him how he knew that about me and he said he saw me stealing some of the other team boys’ jockstraps when they were in the gangbang showers as well as smelling them. At this I blushed profusely red, and looked down. I felt called out and that I would get in trouble but He put his hand under my chin, lifted my red shameful face up to his and asked me to look into his eyes… I did as a test rolled down my right cheek. He said once he found the Jock thief who was stealing supporters from our team mates that, from that point on, he always had a bone for me. I asked him if I could see it…
Your dad seemed pretty cool, very much like mine. Based on the rapport and acknowledgment with my own father, I’m sure he would have provided me some healthy alternatives (such as Fleshlight, silicon masturbation sleeve, etc.) to having sexual contact with another person at my young “jail bait” age. Unfortunately, those sleeves/devices weren’t yet available during my stroking teen years. He was a practical proponent of my own self-pleasuring since the day he “discovered” me masturbating with his own “from the dirty laundry pile” jockstrap in my face (and as my cum rag). Just a decent, healthy acceptance of what comes naturally to guys at various stages in life!A great story! I was very fortunate growing up! I would often walk around the house with a bone and my Dad would say your Body is telling you something son. I had access to condoms… never a question.
Another good memory I was going through my Dad’s nightstand one day looking for a flashlight and saw some cockrings I took one out and took it to him… asked what it was for, he explained and said go get one of my others I did and right there in the kitchen at 14 he said drop your pants and I did, he dropped his, and said follow me, one testicle in, then the other and then his penis. I followed and got hard as a rock even though the ring was loose around me.
My Dad laughed and said see how it works… we then moved to the family room and took care business! I asked my Dad if I could keep the ring he said yes. I would slip it on and walk around the house with it on… it was loose. On my 15th Birthday my Dad bought me a ring that fit perfectly as one of my Birthday gifts and a silicone jack off sleeve… best Birthday ever!
I agree! Fathers need to take the stigma away from masturbation for their sons! Just as fathers pee with their young sons, they need to teach them that masturbation is normal and how to put on a condom and how to shave their packages if they don’t want a bush.
You were not alone in those adolescent adventures. My jr. high buddy and I would frequently play “boner tag” in his backyard pool while his dad was away, or before returning from work. No big deal, as we regularly saw each other mandatorily strapped and naked in PE class showers/locker room. One afternoon, my buddy’s older teen brother returned home from baseball practice early, unexpectedly, discovered us “boner swimming” and decided to join us. He quickly stripped out of his uniform and cup-jock, leaving everything on the deck chairs, joining our boner-grabbing Marco Polo water fun. Shortly after the pool water fun, we all three ended up on the deck where the big brother leaned back into a deck chair, stroking his impressive inches with a [challenging], “I bet you guys can’t do THIS [yet]!” Before big bro. could say the words, my buddy and I were instinctively beating our “sperm worms” furiously. Big bro. was first to spit his thick seed load all over his notably ripped chest and abs, then quickly grabbed his jockstrap to wipe down the fertile squirts. My buddy and I immediately shot our sperm loads, as I watched big bro. wipe his abs, while fantasizing getting a hold of that jock/cup unit assembly. Much to my surprise, and delight, he threw his freshly spooge-soaked strap at my chest, commanding, “Here, you little fuck wad, wipe up your spunk with this, don’t get our beach towels crusty!” This family was only 3 guys, including their Dad, as the mother had already divorced and remarried. Their Dad returned home soon after our “dick deck fun” without even blinking or otherwise reacting to our nudity or semi-boned cocks in his plain view… neither did his sons try to conceal our male delight. After a couple of overnight visits there, it was evident that Dad and his two teen sons had no problems around their home with nudity, jockstraps, occasional spontaneous boners, aware that each other knew how to wink with empathy, and “ take care of [male] business” when risen to the occasion. Their dad would sometimes swim with us, naked or jocked, of course, though I only [wet?] dreamed that he would/could one day jackoff with us on the pool deck (or anywhere). Their relaxed environment seemed pretty cool to me, as I had only two sisters, and my parents, at home. Though my dad was totally cool and encouraging to me, my buddy’s house seemed like a perfect place for lots of uninhibited “guy fun.” Quite notably, I enjoyed many years (probably decades) of masturbation fantasies simply recalling the fun and casual acceptance of “all things male” that were commonplace at this family of guys-only!Hung? I’m hardly hung. 6c mushroom head, nice piss slit, low hangers, red pubic hair. Dad was uncut, nice foreskin. As a kid, we went to the Y, on Saturday mornings, for father/son naked swim. I hung with my buddies and he hung with his and then we’d go home. As I got older, I’d be with my buddies naked in the hot tub. Most likely one or more of us would bone up in the tub. Fun times and great memories.I’m sure I wasn’t the only one here that did that.
i Love how you recall such vivid details of those experiences.You were not alone in those adolescent adventures. My jr. high buddy and I would frequently play “boner tag” in his backyard pool while his dad was away, or before returning from work. No big deal, as we regularly saw each other mandatorily strapped and naked in PE class showers/locker room. One afternoon, my buddy’s older teen brother returned home from baseball practice early, unexpectedly, discovered us “boner swimming” and decided to join us. He quickly stripped out of his uniform and cup-jock, leaving everything on the deck chairs, joining our boner-grabbing Marco Polo water fun. Shortly after the pool water fun, we all three ended up on the deck where the big brother leaned back into a deck chair, stroking his impressive inches with a [challenging], “I bet you guys can’t do THIS [yet]!” Before big bro. could say the words, my buddy and I were instinctively beating our “sperm worms” furiously. Big bro. was first to spit his thick seed load all over his notably ripped chest and abs, then quickly grabbed his jockstrap to wipe down the fertile squirts. My buddy and I immediately shot our sperm loads, as I watched big bro. wipe his abs, while fantasizing getting a hold of that jock/cup unit assembly. Much to my surprise, and delight, he threw his freshly spooge-soaked strap at my chest, commanding, “Here, you little fuck wad, wipe up your spunk with this, don’t get our beach towels crusty!” This family was only 3 guys, including their Dad, as the mother had already divorced and remarried. Their Dad returned home soon after our “dick deck fun” without even blinking or otherwise reacting to our nudity or semi-boned cocks in his plain view… neither did his sons try to conceal our male delight. After a couple of overnight visits there, it was evident that Dad and his two teen sons had no problems around their home with nudity, jockstraps, occasional spontaneous boners, aware that each other knew how to wink with empathy, and “ take care of [male] business” when risen to the occasion. Their dad would sometimes swim with us, naked or jocked, of course, though I only [wet?] dreamed that he would/could one day jackoff with us on the pool deck (or anywhere). Their relaxed environment seemed pretty cool to me, as I had only two sisters, and my parents, at home. Though my dad was totally cool and encouraging to me, my buddy’s house seemed like a perfect place for lots of uninhibited “guy fun.” Quite notably, I enjoyed many years (probably decades) of masturbation fantasies simply recalling the fun and casual acceptance of “all things male” that were commonplace at this family of guys-only!
Same here ! My own “Dad in a jock” preceded the phone pic phenomenon. Like he was, I am a pretty creative photographer, but maybe we needed to think outside the [film] box to get pics like that!?Does anyone have pictures of Dad in a Jock? I wish I a picture of mine but that was before the cell phone camera, lol.