Have I never strapped on my roommate's jockstrap and masturbated while shooting a huge load.

[packedstrap]

Freshman year of college my roommate and I were on the football team. He had a "PRO DUKE" and I had never seen that one before. While I did have many BIKE University jockstraps, I was turned on by that DUKE jockstrap. We would strip down in our dorm room after a gym workout and his strap would be on the floor. I would make an excuse to stay behind so I could wait for him to get to the floor bathroom and then strap on his jock and get off. While he was a good-looking guy it was not about him but that jockstrap.

Anyone else have a similar collage or adult roommate experience?

I did get busted ones playing with that jockstrap. I had a smaller pouch and I just said I was looking at it and figuring out if my junk would fit in it.... but that is another story for a different day.

 

[BillyC]

I was first caught with another guy’s jockstrap by my oldest brother (a very new stepbrother) with his sweat-soaked, post-run, about 5 day old jockstrap while I was in the bathroom between our adjoining rooms. I wasn’t jacking off, I didn’t get that far. I was in a testosterone/pheromone trance, just inhaling it and totally “high” on it. I was completely unaware that he’d come in to piss and had seen me, though I’d backed into the shower stall and all I could have seen if I was capable of sight was the mirrored wall of the bathroom and him standing there with his big dick out. No, I was in another continuum all together.

He was totally cool, though. He was/is gay by the way, and I was 13 and he was 19 (home from college for the summer). He just put his hand on my shoulder, told me what I was doing was normal, told me I could keep his strap if I wanted, and he told me if I ever wanted/needed to talk about anything, he was there for me. All while he was standing there with his teen sports-ripped bod butt naked (I guess he hadn’t dressed after his shower, when he’d stripped off and left the stinking strap on the floor) and his BIG dick and low hangers swinging free in front of me.

I “figured out” how to have much more fun with that filthy strap damn quick all on my own! LOL And when he came home for Christmas break and there was a minute when we were alone he asked, “So, little bro, how many loads have you busted with your nose in my jock?” I apparently looked like a deer in the headlights, because then he sat down in my room and told me about his first time, when he was younger than I was then, swiping a friend’s jockstrap from the gym lockers. “At least you had the good taste to swipe a full-grown stud’s jockstrap,” he laughed.

That time in the shower was the first time I’d seen an adult male cut dick — my late father was uncut like I am. (Of course he’s the reason I am — fought the doctors’ automatic snip at the time I was born, because if it was good enough for him, it was good enough for his son. The weird thing was that my stepdad was uncut, but he let both his sons be cut when they were born.)

But back to my prized Champion. Yeah I’d shot gallons of my early teen jizz into and onto that strap, and I’d used it to wipe my splattered torso and face as many. I jokingly (or hopefully — probably) offered to give it back to him, and he told me to wait until I was 18.

 

[steve]

I was first caught with another guy’s jockstrap by my oldest brother (a very new stepbrother) with his sweat-soaked, post-run, about 5 day old jockstrap while he was in the shower of our adjoining rooms’ bathroom in between. I wasn’t jacking off, I didn’t get that far. I was in a testosterone/pheromone trance, just inhaling it and totally “high” on it. I was completely unaware that he’d finished his shower, that he’d swung open the door, that he’d seen me, though in front of me was a mirrored wall and the shower was behind me. No, I was in another continuum all together.

He was totally cool, though. He was/is gay by the way, and I was 13 and he was 19 (home from college for the summer). He just put his hand on my shoulder, told me what I was doing was normal, told me I could keep his strap if I wanted, and he told me if I ever wanted/needed to talk about anything, he was there for me. All while he was standing there with his teen sports-ripped bod butt naked and his BIG dick and low hangers swinging free and fully visible in the mirror.

I “figured out” how to have much more fun with that filthy strap damn quick all on my own! LOL And when he came home for Christmas break and there was a minute when we were alone he asked, “So, little bro, how many loads have you busted with your nose in my jock?” I apparently looked like a deer in the headlights, because then he sat down in my room and told me about his first time, when he was younger than I was then, swiping a friend’s jockstrap from the gym lockers. “At least you had the good taste to swipe a full-grown stud’s jockstrap,” he laughed.

That time in the shower was the first time I’d seen an adult male cut dick — my late father was uncut like I am. (Of course he’s the reason I am — fought the doctors’ automatic snip at the time I was born, because if it was good enough for him, it was good enough for his son. The weird thing was that my stepdad was uncut, but he let both his sons be cut when they were born.)

Do you still talk to your stepbrother today about the times growing up with him?

 

[BillyC]

Do you still talk to your stepbrother today about the times growing up with him?

My oldest brother and I are very close still. He and his husband and my husband and I would be best buds if we lived on the same continent. It’s a little weird sometimes when we’ll be laughing or just reminiscing about childhood stuff, and my brother-in-law will pipe up with, “Oh, that was the time you were caught _____ “ because my brother has told him every embarrassing detail of my life!

One of the ways I am (and was) truly blessed is having a dad and then stepdad and older brothers who were totally “cool” about “guy stuff.” I didn’t grow up with any hangups about my body, about what boys and men do, about being gay, none of that, because I had open, supportive, older male role models and allies. My husband and I and his older son have made it our mission to be that for our college aged son as well.

 

[billTO]

Seems almost too good to be true....! If it's true, what great luck you have had, BC!

 

[steve]

My oldest brother and I are very close still. He and his husband and my husband and I would be best buds if we lived on the same continent. It’s a little weird sometimes when we’ll be laughing or just reminiscing about childhood stuff, and my brother-in-law will pipe up with, “Oh, that was the time you were caught _____ “ because my brother has told him every embarrassing detail of my life!

One of the ways I am (and was) truly blessed is having a dad and then stepdad and older brothers who were totally “cool” about “guy stuff.” I didn’t grow up with any hangups about my body, about what boys and men do, about being gay, none of that, because I had open, supportive, older male role models and allies. My husband and I and his older son have made it our mission to be that for our college aged son as well.

You have had a great life sounds like!

 

[BillyC]

You have had a great life sounds like!

I have for sure — good with the bad sometimes! I am grateful every day.

 

[SwimmerJock]

Freshman year of college my roommate and I were on the football team. He had a "PRO DUKE" and I had never seen that one before. While I did have many BIKE University jockstraps, I was turned on by that DUKE jockstrap. We would strip down in our dorm room after a gym workout and his strap would be on the floor. I would make an excuse to stay behind so I could wait for him to get to the floor bathroom and then strap on his jock and get off. While he was a good-looking guy it was not about him but that jockstrap.

Anyone else have a similar collage or adult roommate experience?

I did get busted ones playing with that jockstrap. I had a smaller pouch and I just said I was looking at it and figuring out if my junk would fit in it.... but that is another story for a different day.

Though not with a college buddy/roommate, I was “discovered” by my Dad, at age 13, masturbating with one of his well-worn
straps over my face. He actually watched the whole event (as I couldn’t see him present),then gave me his approval saying “you’re just like any healthy guy…. You’ll never know how to please a partner until you know how to please yourself!” … and “though it’s a very natural thing to do, it’s best your mother doesn’t see you like this ”

 

[packedstrap]

Though not with a college buddy/roommate, I was “discovered” by my Dad, at age 13, masturbating with one of his well-worn
straps over my face. He actually watched the whole event (as I couldn’t see him present),then gave me his approval saying “you’re just like any healthy guy…. You’ll never know how to please a partner until you know how to please yourself!” … and “though it’s a very natural thing to do, it’s best your mother doesn’t see you like this ”

Dang your dad was cool about all that stuff.

 

[packedstrap]

I was first caught with another guy’s jockstrap by my oldest brother (a very new stepbrother) with his sweat-soaked, post-run, about 5 day old jockstrap while I was in the bathroom between our adjoining rooms. I wasn’t jacking off, I didn’t get that far. I was in a testosterone/pheromone trance, just inhaling it and totally “high” on it. I was completely unaware that he’d come in to piss and had seen me, though I’d backed into the shower stall and all I could have seen if I was capable of sight was the mirrored wall of the bathroom and him standing there with his big dick out. No, I was in another continuum all together.

He was totally cool, though. He was/is gay by the way, and I was 13 and he was 19 (home from college for the summer). He just put his hand on my shoulder, told me what I was doing was normal, told me I could keep his strap if I wanted, and he told me if I ever wanted/needed to talk about anything, he was there for me. All while he was standing there with his teen sports-ripped bod butt naked (I guess he hadn’t dressed after his shower, when he’d stripped off and left the stinking strap on the floor) and his BIG dick and low hangers swinging free in front of me.

I “figured out” how to have much more fun with that filthy strap damn quick all on my own! LOL And when he came home for Christmas break and there was a minute when we were alone he asked, “So, little bro, how many loads have you busted with your nose in my jock?” I apparently looked like a deer in the headlights, because then he sat down in my room and told me about his first time, when he was younger than I was then, swiping a friend’s jockstrap from the gym lockers. “At least you had the good taste to swipe a full-grown stud’s jockstrap,” he laughed.

That time in the shower was the first time I’d seen an adult male cut dick — my late father was uncut like I am. (Of course he’s the reason I am — fought the doctors’ automatic snip at the time I was born, because if it was good enough for him, it was good enough for his son. The weird thing was that my stepdad was uncut, but he let both his sons be cut when they were born.)

But back to my prized Champion. Yeah I’d shot gallons of my early teen jizz into and onto that strap, and I’d used it to wipe my splattered torso and face as many. I jokingly (or hopefully — probably) offered to give it back to him, and he told me to wait until I was 18.

Not sure your age but given mine I would have been rolled into a sleeping bag and beaten if I had been caught like that. Glad you had an accepting older brother to let you know men are men and we all get into different things. It is nice that you still have that relationship to this day.

 

[BillyC]

Not sure your age but given mine I would have been rolled into a sleeping bag and beaten if I had been caught like that. Glad you had an accepting older brother to let you know men are men and we all get into different things. It is nice that you still have that relationship to this day.

Three things:
1. I’m 56; that was when I was 13, in 1980.
2. My oldest brother (a brand new, exceptionally hot, college athlete stepbrother at the time of the incident) was/is gay.
3. “I would have been rolled into a sleeping bag and beaten if I had been caught like that.” That sounds heinous — I’m sorry you lived with that specter. I had two new, older brothers come into my life, the oldest being gay, so my journey was easier.

 

[Hornynow]

I was first caught with another guy’s jockstrap by my oldest brother (a very new stepbrother) with his sweat-soaked, post-run, about 5 day old jockstrap while I was in the bathroom between our adjoining rooms. I wasn’t jacking off, I didn’t get that far. I was in a testosterone/pheromone trance, just inhaling it and totally “high” on it. I was completely unaware that he’d come in to piss and had seen me, though I’d backed into the shower stall and all I could have seen if I was capable of sight was the mirrored wall of the bathroom and him standing there with his big dick out. No, I was in another continuum all together.

He was totally cool, though. He was/is gay by the way, and I was 13 and he was 19 (home from college for the summer). He just put his hand on my shoulder, told me what I was doing was normal, told me I could keep his strap if I wanted, and he told me if I ever wanted/needed to talk about anything, he was there for me. All while he was standing there with his teen sports-ripped bod butt naked (I guess he hadn’t dressed after his shower, when he’d stripped off and left the stinking strap on the floor) and his BIG dick and low hangers swinging free in front of me.

I “figured out” how to have much more fun with that filthy strap damn quick all on my own! LOL And when he came home for Christmas break and there was a minute when we were alone he asked, “So, little bro, how many loads have you busted with your nose in my jock?” I apparently looked like a deer in the headlights, because then he sat down in my room and told me about his first time, when he was younger than I was then, swiping a friend’s jockstrap from the gym lockers. “At least you had the good taste to swipe a full-grown stud’s jockstrap,” he laughed.

That time in the shower was the first time I’d seen an adult male cut dick — my late father was uncut like I am. (Of course he’s the reason I am — fought the doctors’ automatic snip at the time I was born, because if it was good enough for him, it was good enough for his son. The weird thing was that my stepdad was uncut, but he let both his sons be cut when they were born.)

But back to my prized Champion. Yeah I’d shot gallons of my early teen jizz into and onto that strap, and I’d used it to wipe my splattered torso and face as many. I jokingly (or hopefully — probably) offered to give it back to him, and he told me to wait until I was 18.

Did you?

 

[BillyC]

Did you?

His gift for my birthday. Yes I sure as fuck did.