ScottTheJockGuy
Jockstrap Fan
I've said before about my first jockstrap, but I didn't have pictures or remember the brand. Somehow I just remembered the brand, and was able to find pics online.
This was my first jockstrap. The CCM 500 Hockey Goalie jockstrap. I was walking my dog down an alley, and found that someone was throwing away a bunch of hockey equipment. I went back later and grabbed all of it. I was so wildly excited when I saw this sitting in a duffle bag. It still smelled of cock too. I put it on and had an absolute rager of a hard on. I wore it at every opportunity. Slept in it, jerked off in it. Even had my first girlfriend grope my crotch while wearing it.
Eventually I learned of this jockstrap's previous owner. After high school, he joined the Army, and became a Sargent. Stationed in Iraq, he attempted to save a soldier who's vehicle entered a canal. He never made it home. I guess his parents finally cleared out some of his stuff.
Of course it's a great feeling wearing another guy's sweaty jockstrap. But when you learn that guy gave his life saving others, it's a whole new level of appreciation for what you've got protecting your boys.
Unfortunately I don't have it anymore. It got lost when I moved out of my parents house.
This was my first jockstrap. The CCM 500 Hockey Goalie jockstrap. I was walking my dog down an alley, and found that someone was throwing away a bunch of hockey equipment. I went back later and grabbed all of it. I was so wildly excited when I saw this sitting in a duffle bag. It still smelled of cock too. I put it on and had an absolute rager of a hard on. I wore it at every opportunity. Slept in it, jerked off in it. Even had my first girlfriend grope my crotch while wearing it.
Eventually I learned of this jockstrap's previous owner. After high school, he joined the Army, and became a Sargent. Stationed in Iraq, he attempted to save a soldier who's vehicle entered a canal. He never made it home. I guess his parents finally cleared out some of his stuff.
Of course it's a great feeling wearing another guy's sweaty jockstrap. But when you learn that guy gave his life saving others, it's a whole new level of appreciation for what you've got protecting your boys.
Unfortunately I don't have it anymore. It got lost when I moved out of my parents house.
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