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How my jockstrap fetish started

DrewFranco

Jockstrap Fan
Start of Jockstrap Fetish.

When did it start, fall of 1972, age 5, at the local YMCA.

Moved to our new town about a year before, on Lake Erie. over the summer had made some friends and spent most of the summer, playing and swimming in the lake.

School started and it got too cold to swim, my Father worked in a factory 2nd shift, would leave for work around 2 pm. He was a very distant father, did not or would not spend much time with us kids. Wanted to find something to occupy us kids on Saturday morning.

He did notice I had a fondness for swimming, told my mom, to sign me up at the YMCA, public swim team. I was old enough but the coach at first did not want me to join that year, I was a very small kid and very thin. After seeing the pool, I begged to let me join, reluctantly did.

The coach warmed my mother that I may get discouraged with swimming, that I would not be able to match or participate in some of the team activities, because of my size.

Got on the team, and soon learned how to swim properly, turned out I was one of the best in my age group, despite being the smallest kids in age group.

Me and my friends had been swimming all summer, and many times would swim in the nude. So, seeing other naked boys was no big thing.

Even at that young age, I know that I was attracted to boys more than, girls. More than the usual amount that kids do at that age.

Not until a couple of months later, that the outside tennis courts were closed for the winter and the tennis players had to use the indoor courts. I recall that 6 outdoor courts, and 2 indoor courts.

It so happened that a men's (ages 12 and up) teams, scheduled their court time at the same time as our age group had our swim practice. Busy locker room.

It was the first time I got to see older boys and men naked, I recall my head spun round and round every time, I was in the locker room. That when got to see a jockstrap, had no idea what it was and what it was for, but seeing some of the all of the older boys and men, putting them on and wearing them. Not all but most of them.

Was fascinated by the more mature guys with body hair and to a 5 yr old, huge dicks and balls. And the more muscular bodies, than, mine or the fellow kids I have seen naked.

Most of the other boys in the locker room, seem not to even notice the old boys and men. I did, and even notice some of them, noticing me looking at them, way longer than a 5 yr old should.

To the extent that someone mentioned to the coach about my behavior, the coach (end up being my coach for the next 5 yrs). The coach told my mother and guessed he told her, that she or my father needs to talk with me and go over a few things with me.

Mother was not going to talk with me, but let father know about coach tell her about the situation.

Ended up have the first father and son talk about, boys growing up and changes that happen. It was super awkward and for him and me. Was also the first time, I recall that we had an attempt at an emotional connection.

He told me that I should not look or stare at others in the locker room. That is, was very wrong to do.

I believe that was the point where the jockstrap and the fetish started. With knowing that it was wrong and forbidden to look at boys and men in the locker room.

The ages-old thing, you want what you can not have. hehe

Still, did not completely understand the wearing of the jockstrap (did not even know the name of it yet).

The next Saturday, the coach ask if my dad had talked with me, told him he did. But I still had questions, being a very forward and assertive kid, I ask what that thing was the older one wear wearing.

With the perplexed look on his face, I could tell, that he figured that the talk that my father and I had, was probably a bit incomplete.

He explained that it was like underwear that you wear when you older and play sports that have possible contact and roughness. Gave some protection to the guy's private parts.

I was already somewhat familiar that a boy's/mens parts are different. I having a cut, vs some of my cousins were uncut.

This did nothing to diminish my want to look at others in the locker room, but did try to not get noticed doing it.

My fondness of locker rooms, I believe was also instilled in me at this same time in my life.

Now, had a new hobby, try to have a reason to be in the locker room. Be there before anyone else and stay longer than others.

Public swim team practice was on Saturday mornings, I know that they had what was called free swim time (public can use pool, no scheduled activities) at the YMCA, had been there several times before joining the swim team. So, I got the times for the free swim schedule.

They had some time on Sundays, and weekdays after school on Tuesdays and Thursday.

Ask my mom if she would give me rides to the Y, for those days. she said nope. one day for team practice was all she could do.

Was not going to work for me, so asked if I could ride my bike to the Y. was outside my allowed riding area.

Said it was to far and dangerous for kid my age to bike.

Told her that me and my friends ride way more than the round trip to the Y, and that I would take the back roads, to get back and forth.

Said would ask father, she either did not ask or he said. ok, but she wanted to see the backway I was going to go, so she drove it and said I could bike it.

Was only about 4 miles, not that far for a kid to bike.

I started to go every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday to free swim days.

Now, that was a different experience going to free swim, there were mix of guys in the locker room. everything for other boys, teens, and men of all ages.

After about 3 weeks, my mom, said that I can bike to Saturday team practice, as well, one less thing she had to do with us kids.

Being on the swim team, the rules were to shower before going in pool and shower after finishing for the practice.

For team practice, we changed and got in our speedos, and took showers.

Then, when the tennis players over lapped our swim practice, they did not shower before playing, but showered after, in the nude.

Fetish number 3! Wet, soapy showering men. At the YMCA, in the back then, were the open gang showers. Get to see everything.

I still changed into my speedo and took a before shower before swimming, but after a few more weeks, I did what the older boys and men did, showered naked after the swimming.

That was on free swim days, took a few more weeks after that, when I first showered naked after team practice. The only one in my age group that would. Boys will be boys, a few snicked and laughed, but was not long before a couple of them started naked showering after practice. The coach made no notice of it.

Then, next year, was in the next age group, that was a bigger team, the age spread was larger, so almost all the boys at that point showered naked after practice.

Back to the jockstraps, oh those jockstraps, a true fixation. Something the older boys got to wear, and something I did not have.

I wanted one, a thought that festered in my mind for months.

Then, it happened, it was in Feb or March, it was after swim practice, I was just finishing getting dressed, and a couple of tennis players, came, and got undressed and went to take their showers.

It was just a few feet from me, a jockstrap that one had taken off and left on top of his gym bag, I did it, I grab it and stuffed it in my bag, and in a blur, I was out the door, heart pounding, head spinning, excited, scared, confused, got on my bike and rode home.

Got home, went right to my bedroom and see and feel that wondrous thing I just got.

Took it out, it was cold and damp, tried it on (way to big), played with it. Smelt it, no recall if the smell was enjoyable but more darker, sense of, wrongdoing, something I was not supposed to do, forbidden, ect.

It was my secret prized possession for days. Had a spot for it in the back of my undie drawer.

I took it out at least 2 to 3 times a day. Put it on and took it off, sniff it, remembered the guy that wore it. Even at night I put in under my pillow.

Was not long before I tasted it and took to chewing on it. Sometime would put in my mouth and act like it was a pacifier.

Had that jockstrap for years, right before I turned 10yrs, May of 1977, that I had my first ejaculation, while biting and chewing on that jockstrap.

Unfortunately I eventually had to toss it, the rubber had deteriorated, had been cummed in and pissed in, chewed on and washed some many times. barely even looked like a jock when finally tossed in ways.
 

Gideon

Jockstrap Fan
Wow, what a great experience! It’s amazing how really deep down most of us knew what we wanted from such an early age. Like you said, maybe not all the details, but we had attractions and feelings. Thanks for sharing!
 

uncle101

Jockstrap Fan
Start of Jockstrap Fetish.

When did it start, fall of 1972, age 5, at the local YMCA.

Moved to our new town about a year before, on Lake Erie. over the summer had made some friends and spent most of the summer, playing and swimming in the lake.

School started and it got too cold to swim, my Father worked in a factory 2nd shift, would leave for work around 2 pm. He was a very distant father, did not or would not spend much time with us kids. Wanted to find something to occupy us kids on Saturday morning.

He did notice I had a fondness for swimming, told my mom, to sign me up at the YMCA, public swim team. I was old enough but the coach at first did not want me to join that year, I was a very small kid and very thin. After seeing the pool, I begged to let me join, reluctantly did.

The coach warmed my mother that I may get discouraged with swimming, that I would not be able to match or participate in some of the team activities, because of my size.

Got on the team, and soon learned how to swim properly, turned out I was one of the best in my age group, despite being the smallest kids in age group.

Me and my friends had been swimming all summer, and many times would swim in the nude. So, seeing other naked boys was no big thing.

Even at that young age, I know that I was attracted to boys more than, girls. More than the usual amount that kids do at that age.

Not until a couple of months later, that the outside tennis courts were closed for the winter and the tennis players had to use the indoor courts. I recall that 6 outdoor courts, and 2 indoor courts.

It so happened that a men's (ages 12 and up) teams, scheduled their court time at the same time as our age group had our swim practice. Busy locker room.

It was the first time I got to see older boys and men naked, I recall my head spun round and round every time, I was in the locker room. That when got to see a jockstrap, had no idea what it was and what it was for, but seeing some of the all of the older boys and men, putting them on and wearing them. Not all but most of them.

Was fascinated by the more mature guys with body hair and to a 5 yr old, huge dicks and balls. And the more muscular bodies, than, mine or the fellow kids I have seen naked.

Most of the other boys in the locker room, seem not to even notice the old boys and men. I did, and even notice some of them, noticing me looking at them, way longer than a 5 yr old should.

To the extent that someone mentioned to the coach about my behavior, the coach (end up being my coach for the next 5 yrs). The coach told my mother and guessed he told her, that she or my father needs to talk with me and go over a few things with me.

Mother was not going to talk with me, but let father know about coach tell her about the situation.

Ended up have the first father and son talk about, boys growing up and changes that happen. It was super awkward and for him and me. Was also the first time, I recall that we had an attempt at an emotional connection.

He told me that I should not look or stare at others in the locker room. That is, was very wrong to do.

I believe that was the point where the jockstrap and the fetish started. With knowing that it was wrong and forbidden to look at boys and men in the locker room.

The ages-old thing, you want what you can not have. hehe

Still, did not completely understand the wearing of the jockstrap (did not even know the name of it yet).

The next Saturday, the coach ask if my dad had talked with me, told him he did. But I still had questions, being a very forward and assertive kid, I ask what that thing was the older one wear wearing.

With the perplexed look on his face, I could tell, that he figured that the talk that my father and I had, was probably a bit incomplete.

He explained that it was like underwear that you wear when you older and play sports that have possible contact and roughness. Gave some protection to the guy's private parts.

I was already somewhat familiar that a boy's/mens parts are different. I having a cut, vs some of my cousins were uncut.

This did nothing to diminish my want to look at others in the locker room, but did try to not get noticed doing it.

My fondness of locker rooms, I believe was also instilled in me at this same time in my life.

Now, had a new hobby, try to have a reason to be in the locker room. Be there before anyone else and stay longer than others.

Public swim team practice was on Saturday mornings, I know that they had what was called free swim time (public can use pool, no scheduled activities) at the YMCA, had been there several times before joining the swim team. So, I got the times for the free swim schedule.

They had some time on Sundays, and weekdays after school on Tuesdays and Thursday.

Ask my mom if she would give me rides to the Y, for those days. she said nope. one day for team practice was all she could do.

Was not going to work for me, so asked if I could ride my bike to the Y. was outside my allowed riding area.

Said it was to far and dangerous for kid my age to bike.

Told her that me and my friends ride way more than the round trip to the Y, and that I would take the back roads, to get back and forth.

Said would ask father, she either did not ask or he said. ok, but she wanted to see the backway I was going to go, so she drove it and said I could bike it.

Was only about 4 miles, not that far for a kid to bike.

I started to go every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday to free swim days.

Now, that was a different experience going to free swim, there were mix of guys in the locker room. everything for other boys, teens, and men of all ages.

After about 3 weeks, my mom, said that I can bike to Saturday team practice, as well, one less thing she had to do with us kids.

Being on the swim team, the rules were to shower before going in pool and shower after finishing for the practice.

For team practice, we changed and got in our speedos, and took showers.

Then, when the tennis players over lapped our swim practice, they did not shower before playing, but showered after, in the nude.

Fetish number 3! Wet, soapy showering men. At the YMCA, in the back then, were the open gang showers. Get to see everything.

I still changed into my speedo and took a before shower before swimming, but after a few more weeks, I did what the older boys and men did, showered naked after the swimming.

That was on free swim days, took a few more weeks after that, when I first showered naked after team practice. The only one in my age group that would. Boys will be boys, a few snicked and laughed, but was not long before a couple of them started naked showering after practice. The coach made no notice of it.

Then, next year, was in the next age group, that was a bigger team, the age spread was larger, so almost all the boys at that point showered naked after practice.

Back to the jockstraps, oh those jockstraps, a true fixation. Something the older boys got to wear, and something I did not have.

I wanted one, a thought that festered in my mind for months.

Then, it happened, it was in Feb or March, it was after swim practice, I was just finishing getting dressed, and a couple of tennis players, came, and got undressed and went to take their showers.

It was just a few feet from me, a jockstrap that one had taken off and left on top of his gym bag, I did it, I grab it and stuffed it in my bag, and in a blur, I was out the door, heart pounding, head spinning, excited, scared, confused, got on my bike and rode home.

Got home, went right to my bedroom and see and feel that wondrous thing I just got.

Took it out, it was cold and damp, tried it on (way to big), played with it. Smelt it, no recall if the smell was enjoyable but more darker, sense of, wrongdoing, something I was not supposed to do, forbidden, ect.

It was my secret prized possession for days. Had a spot for it in the back of my undie drawer.

I took it out at least 2 to 3 times a day. Put it on and took it off, sniff it, remembered the guy that wore it. Even at night I put in under my pillow.

Was not long before I tasted it and took to chewing on it. Sometime would put in my mouth and act like it was a pacifier.

Had that jockstrap for years, right before I turned 10yrs, May of 1977, that I had my first ejaculation, while biting and chewing on that jockstrap.

Unfortunately I eventually had to toss it, the rubber had deteriorated, had been cummed in and pissed in, chewed on and washed some many times. barely even looked like a jock when finally tossed in ways.
That was a great memory. My memory of the Y on family swim night. A good friend of family invited me to go with the family i followed the father in the mens lockeroom to get dressed . I had just gotten my older brother handme down jock i was told to bring the supporter and swim suit. Well first being in a Ymca lockeroom at 9yrold seeing naked men and older boys either showering or wearing jockstrap turned me on . I did as i was told to strip naked and strap up first. feeling your balls supported even though i was small down there and then having a bare ass slipping on that suit it felt awesome. But the after swim naked showers was another new thing with strangers. Fast forward to Jr high gym class and getting my first new jockstrap BIKE #10 back in 1967 Grade 7 we all wore jockstraps.
 

Loulouundiesfan

Jockstrap Fan
That was a great memory. My memory of the Y on family swim night. A good friend of family invited me to go with the family i followed the father in the mens lockeroom to get dressed . I had just gotten my older brother handme down jock i was told to bring the supporter and swim suit. Well first being in a Ymca lockeroom at 9yrold seeing naked men and older boys either showering or wearing jockstrap turned me on . I did as i was told to strip naked and strap up first. feeling your balls supported even though i was small down there and then having a bare ass slipping on that suit it felt awesome. But the after swim naked showers was another new thing with strangers. Fast forward to Jr high gym class and getting my first new jockstrap BIKE #10 back in 1967 Grade 7 we all wore jockstraps.
That means that you’re wearing a jockstrap under your swim suit ? swim briefs weren’t allowed 🤔?
 

Ray

Jockstrap Fan
Start of Jockstrap Fetish.

When did it start, fall of 1972, age 5, at the local YMCA.

Moved to our new town about a year before, on Lake Erie. over the summer had made some friends and spent most of the summer, playing and swimming in the lake.

School started and it got too cold to swim, my Father worked in a factory 2nd shift, would leave for work around 2 pm. He was a very distant father, did not or would not spend much time with us kids. Wanted to find something to occupy us kids on Saturday morning.

He did notice I had a fondness for swimming, told my mom, to sign me up at the YMCA, public swim team. I was old enough but the coach at first did not want me to join that year, I was a very small kid and very thin. After seeing the pool, I begged to let me join, reluctantly did.

The coach warmed my mother that I may get discouraged with swimming, that I would not be able to match or participate in some of the team activities, because of my size.

Got on the team, and soon learned how to swim properly, turned out I was one of the best in my age group, despite being the smallest kids in age group.

Me and my friends had been swimming all summer, and many times would swim in the nude. So, seeing other naked boys was no big thing.

Even at that young age, I know that I was attracted to boys more than, girls. More than the usual amount that kids do at that age.

Not until a couple of months later, that the outside tennis courts were closed for the winter and the tennis players had to use the indoor courts. I recall that 6 outdoor courts, and 2 indoor courts.

It so happened that a men's (ages 12 and up) teams, scheduled their court time at the same time as our age group had our swim practice. Busy locker room.

It was the first time I got to see older boys and men naked, I recall my head spun round and round every time, I was in the locker room. That when got to see a jockstrap, had no idea what it was and what it was for, but seeing some of the all of the older boys and men, putting them on and wearing them. Not all but most of them.

Was fascinated by the more mature guys with body hair and to a 5 yr old, huge dicks and balls. And the more muscular bodies, than, mine or the fellow kids I have seen naked.

Most of the other boys in the locker room, seem not to even notice the old boys and men. I did, and even notice some of them, noticing me looking at them, way longer than a 5 yr old should.

To the extent that someone mentioned to the coach about my behavior, the coach (end up being my coach for the next 5 yrs). The coach told my mother and guessed he told her, that she or my father needs to talk with me and go over a few things with me.

Mother was not going to talk with me, but let father know about coach tell her about the situation.

Ended up have the first father and son talk about, boys growing up and changes that happen. It was super awkward and for him and me. Was also the first time, I recall that we had an attempt at an emotional connection.

He told me that I should not look or stare at others in the locker room. That is, was very wrong to do.

I believe that was the point where the jockstrap and the fetish started. With knowing that it was wrong and forbidden to look at boys and men in the locker room.

The ages-old thing, you want what you can not have. hehe

Still, did not completely understand the wearing of the jockstrap (did not even know the name of it yet).

The next Saturday, the coach ask if my dad had talked with me, told him he did. But I still had questions, being a very forward and assertive kid, I ask what that thing was the older one wear wearing.

With the perplexed look on his face, I could tell, that he figured that the talk that my father and I had, was probably a bit incomplete.

He explained that it was like underwear that you wear when you older and play sports that have possible contact and roughness. Gave some protection to the guy's private parts.

I was already somewhat familiar that a boy's/mens parts are different. I having a cut, vs some of my cousins were uncut.

This did nothing to diminish my want to look at others in the locker room, but did try to not get noticed doing it.

My fondness of locker rooms, I believe was also instilled in me at this same time in my life.

Now, had a new hobby, try to have a reason to be in the locker room. Be there before anyone else and stay longer than others.

Public swim team practice was on Saturday mornings, I know that they had what was called free swim time (public can use pool, no scheduled activities) at the YMCA, had been there several times before joining the swim team. So, I got the times for the free swim schedule.

They had some time on Sundays, and weekdays after school on Tuesdays and Thursday.

Ask my mom if she would give me rides to the Y, for those days. she said nope. one day for team practice was all she could do.

Was not going to work for me, so asked if I could ride my bike to the Y. was outside my allowed riding area.

Said it was to far and dangerous for kid my age to bike.

Told her that me and my friends ride way more than the round trip to the Y, and that I would take the back roads, to get back and forth.

Said would ask father, she either did not ask or he said. ok, but she wanted to see the backway I was going to go, so she drove it and said I could bike it.

Was only about 4 miles, not that far for a kid to bike.

I started to go every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday to free swim days.

Now, that was a different experience going to free swim, there were mix of guys in the locker room. everything for other boys, teens, and men of all ages.

After about 3 weeks, my mom, said that I can bike to Saturday team practice, as well, one less thing she had to do with us kids.

Being on the swim team, the rules were to shower before going in pool and shower after finishing for the practice.

For team practice, we changed and got in our speedos, and took showers.

Then, when the tennis players over lapped our swim practice, they did not shower before playing, but showered after, in the nude.

Fetish number 3! Wet, soapy showering men. At the YMCA, in the back then, were the open gang showers. Get to see everything.

I still changed into my speedo and took a before shower before swimming, but after a few more weeks, I did what the older boys and men did, showered naked after the swimming.

That was on free swim days, took a few more weeks after that, when I first showered naked after team practice. The only one in my age group that would. Boys will be boys, a few snicked and laughed, but was not long before a couple of them started naked showering after practice. The coach made no notice of it.

Then, next year, was in the next age group, that was a bigger team, the age spread was larger, so almost all the boys at that point showered naked after practice.

Back to the jockstraps, oh those jockstraps, a true fixation. Something the older boys got to wear, and something I did not have.

I wanted one, a thought that festered in my mind for months.

Then, it happened, it was in Feb or March, it was after swim practice, I was just finishing getting dressed, and a couple of tennis players, came, and got undressed and went to take their showers.

It was just a few feet from me, a jockstrap that one had taken off and left on top of his gym bag, I did it, I grab it and stuffed it in my bag, and in a blur, I was out the door, heart pounding, head spinning, excited, scared, confused, got on my bike and rode home.

Got home, went right to my bedroom and see and feel that wondrous thing I just got.

Took it out, it was cold and damp, tried it on (way to big), played with it. Smelt it, no recall if the smell was enjoyable but more darker, sense of, wrongdoing, something I was not supposed to do, forbidden, ect.

It was my secret prized possession for days. Had a spot for it in the back of my undie drawer.

I took it out at least 2 to 3 times a day. Put it on and took it off, sniff it, remembered the guy that wore it. Even at night I put in under my pillow.

Was not long before I tasted it and took to chewing on it. Sometime would put in my mouth and act like it was a pacifier.

Had that jockstrap for years, right before I turned 10yrs, May of 1977, that I had my first ejaculation, while biting and chewing on that jockstrap.

Unfortunately I eventually had to toss it, the rubber had deteriorated, had been cummed in and pissed in, chewed on and washed some many times. barely even looked like a jock when finally tossed in ways.
A million thanks for sharing your story! I had a similar experience growing up and could totally relate to every word!
 
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