How old were you when you started to wear a jock

[Deleted member 3146]

I’m still completely perplexed about the “gay store” part. But I do know my way around a sex shop!

My apologies @BillyC sir. I didn’t know what else to call it since it was something I’ve never seen before, and since it sold multiple things.

 

[TominRichmond]

WTF is a gay store?

Cringe.

 

[Opinionman]

Cringe.

It's a store that prefers going out with similar stores. Ya know, so it Target wanted to out with another Target, it should be ok. By contrast, If a Target wanted to date, say, a Macy's then it wouldn't be a "gay store" (which is ironic if you've ever seen Macy's mens' underwear dept. )

 

[WpbMike]

It's a store that prefers going out with similar stores. Ya know, so it Target wanted to out with another Target, it should be ok. By contrast, If a Target wanted to date, say, a Macy's then it wouldn't be a "gay store" (which is ironic if you've ever seen Macy's mens' underwear dept. )

Ok, this is outright funny! Love it! But yes, the underwear department at most Macy’s is usually incredible!

 

[Deleted member 3146]

Ok, this is outright funny! Love it! But yes, the underwear department at most Macy’s is usually incredible!

I never looked in that department. I don’t know if there are many left here where I’m from. The last Macy’s I knew of closed down years ago.

 

[steve]

Ok, this is outright funny! Love it! But yes, the underwear department at most Macy’s is usually incredible!

Not at my local Macy's they have very few brands to pick from now.

 

[Opinionman]

Yeah you have to go to "Flagship" store, like the one in NYC.

 

[BillyC]

Yeah you have to go to "Flagship" store, like the one in NYC.

I had a department store jockstrap experience once in LA. I was in my last days in the Corps, single, riding a desk in the Pentagon and got sent on a last minute trip to a meeting in LA. I was staying at the Ritz Carlton at “LA Live” on the government rate of less than $100 for a room that cost over $500, and I thought I was in high cotton. Unfortunately when I was ready to work out, I realized I’d taken my go bag without remembering that I’d taken my jock strap strap and silkies to workout in the day before, had hooked up with a hot young Navy bitch at the gym and had left from there to go to his place. That time is left my filthy jock for him as a souvenir and had taken the Metro back to my apt in Arlington in the wee hours, commando. Sleep deprived and probably still thinking with my cock, I’d completely forgotten to grab some gym gear to replenish my stock at the office. In those days I went commando under my uni, so when I was at work and checking my go bag to race to National I was stuck.

In LA, having a couple of hours free and needing a workout, I found out there was a Macy’s a mile or so away from the hotel, the only choice to try and get some gear. Not being a “shopping” kind of guy, I was lost from the start when I entered the store. I found the men’s department and was looking lost again, trying to find the sporting section, and an early-30s surfer jock type clerk pounced on me. I didn’t realize he’d pounced, as my mind was on my limited time, probably still brain addled from the walk in the smog and exhaust, and the daunting prospect of braving the retail maze.

I realized he’d pounced when he responded to what I asked for with a very long look at my constrained khakis’ crotch and then leered at me and said, “You’re definitely going to need a jock with a very generous pouch! Too bad we don’t sell AC, Pump or Undergear — even Bike because those pouches stretch. I’ll admit I suddenly thought of a different kind of workout . . . and my crotch got even more uncomfortable!

The end of the story was . . . that hot bitch wore my sweat soaked brand new blue Papi (yup — that’s what I ended up wearing when I worked out in LA) while I fucked him six ways from Sunday in 3 different sessions when I didn’t have a meeting there. I even sent him home in it after that first time because he said he was going to the gym (even though I’d worked him HARD), and I told him to add his sweat.

I hated the fabric and the look of the thing — the pouch even had a leopard type pattern, if you can stomach that — but the cut was generous and got me through my workout. I didn’t mind it so much when I was plowing him.

That’s my only experience buying a jockstrap (or much of anything else) at Macy’s. I was always more of a mind that Target or Walmart was a splurge over the MCX or my go to then, the Pentagon Exchange.

 

[jockbear]

That’s my only experience buying a jockstrap (or much of anything else) at Macy’s. I was always more of a mind that Target or Walmart was a splurge over the MCX or my go to then, the Pentagon Exchange.

Did the exchange carry jockstraps?

 

[ScottTheJockGuy]

I’m still completely perplexed about the “gay store” part. But I do know my way around a sex shop!

I’m not particularly good finding my way around a sex shop. I tend to spend most of my time in the darkened area in the back of the sex shop where the movies play

 

[Opinionman]

I had a department store jockstrap experience once in LA. I was in my last days in the Corps, single, riding a desk in the Pentagon and got sent on a last minute trip to a meeting in LA. I was staying at the Ritz Carlton at “LA Live” on the government rate of less than $100 for a room that cost over $500, and I thought I was in high cotton. Unfortunately when I was ready to work out, I realized I’d taken my go bag without remembering that I’d taken my jock strap strap and silkies to workout in the day before, had hooked up with a hot young Navy bitch at the gym and had left from there to go to his place. That time is left my filthy jock for him as a souvenir and had taken the Metro back to my apt in Arlington in the wee hours, commando. Sleep deprived and probably still thinking with my cock, I’d completely forgotten to grab some gym gear to replenish my stock at the office. In those days I went commando under my uni, so when I was at work and checking my go bag to race to National I was stuck.

In LA, having a couple of hours free and needing a workout, I found out there was a Macy’s a mile or so away from the hotel, the only choice to try and get some gear. Not being a “shopping” kind of guy, I was lost from the start when I entered the store. I found the men’s department and was looking lost again, trying to find the sporting section, and an early-30s surfer jock type clerk pounced on me. I didn’t realize he’d pounced, as my mind was on my limited time, probably still brain addled from the walk in the smog and exhaust, and the daunting prospect of braving the retail maze.

I realized he’d pounced when he responded to what I asked for with a very long look at my constrained khakis’ crotch and then leered at me and said, “You’re definitely going to need a jock with a very generous pouch! Too bad we don’t sell AC, Pump or Undergear — even Bike because those pouches stretch. I’ll admit I suddenly thought of a different kind of workout . . . and my crotch got even more uncomfortable!

The end of the story was . . . that hot bitch wore my sweat soaked brand new blue Papi (yup — that’s what I ended up wearing when I worked out in LA) while I fucked him six ways from Sunday in 3 different sessions when I didn’t have a meeting there. I even sent him home in it after that first time because he said he was going to the gym (even though I’d worked him HARD), and I told him to add his sweat.

I hated the fabric and the look of the thing — the pouch even had a leopard type pattern, if you can stomach that — but the cut was generous and got me through my workout. I didn’t mind it so much when I was plowing him.

That’s my only experience buying a jockstrap (or much of anything else) at Macy’s. I was always more of a mind that Target or Walmart was a splurge over the MCX or my go to then, the Pentagon Exchange.

This is fucking awesome, and, may I say, beautifully and evocatively written.

 

[BillyC]

Did the exchange carry jockstraps?

Always. Most frequently Bike but also, at varying times, Duke, McDavid and some others.

 

[BillyC]

This is fucking awesome, and, may I say, beautifully and evocatively written.

Hahaha thanks man. It may be the fondness with which I remember his holes!
Edit: that just made me remember his name — Jay, an avid surfer.

 

[uncle101]

Ok, this is outright funny! Love it! But yes, the underwear department at most Macy’s is usually incredible!

If you can’t find the jocks in all Macys stores themselves go online you find them there.

 

[Opinionman]

If you can’t find the jocks in all Macys stores themselves go online you find them there.

The NYC store has a huge selection, including the high end/fashion jockstraps. What they don't sell is classic/vintage Bike-style athletic supporters.
I was there recently and in that dept there are HUGE photos of athletes (e.g., tennis pro Carlos Alcaraz, hotter than fuck) in their briefs or boxer briefs. (I noticed there weren't any photos of guys in just boxers; I attribute that to the fact that what they're really selling is BULGES, and boxers don't accentuate that like briefs do).
Sitting at the base of one of these huge photos of a guy who's bulge was enviable were three young ladies, possibly 20 yo, wearing the traditional headgear of Islam. The contrast between the modesty required but that religion and the brazen sexuality of the photo behind them was like a slap in the face. I clandestinely took a pic, just to point it out to a couple of friends.

Altho' I had a red lycra jockstrap with a one inch waist in the mid 80's, when I belonged to a uni gym whose sauna was, seriously, circle jerk central almost every day, I still only really want classic Bike jockstraps--the ones I grew up with.

 

[Mike-Mike]

Bike jockstraps--the ones I grew up with.

Those are the ones I feel are the most comfortable.

 

[WpbMike]

Yeah you have to go to "Flagship" store, like the one in NYC.

Las Vegas has a great men’s underwear selection as well. Almost as big as a boutique store.

 

[WpbMike]

I had a department store jockstrap experience once in LA. I was in my last days in the Corps, single, riding a desk in the Pentagon and got sent on a last minute trip to a meeting in LA. I was staying at the Ritz Carlton at “LA Live” on the government rate of less than $100 for a room that cost over $500, and I thought I was in high cotton. Unfortunately when I was ready to work out, I realized I’d taken my go bag without remembering that I’d taken my jock strap strap and silkies to workout in the day before, had hooked up with a hot young Navy bitch at the gym and had left from there to go to his place. That time is left my filthy jock for him as a souvenir and had taken the Metro back to my apt in Arlington in the wee hours, commando. Sleep deprived and probably still thinking with my cock, I’d completely forgotten to grab some gym gear to replenish my stock at the office. In those days I went commando under my uni, so when I was at work and checking my go bag to race to National I was stuck.

In LA, having a couple of hours free and needing a workout, I found out there was a Macy’s a mile or so away from the hotel, the only choice to try and get some gear. Not being a “shopping” kind of guy, I was lost from the start when I entered the store. I found the men’s department and was looking lost again, trying to find the sporting section, and an early-30s surfer jock type clerk pounced on me. I didn’t realize he’d pounced, as my mind was on my limited time, probably still brain addled from the walk in the smog and exhaust, and the daunting prospect of braving the retail maze.

I realized he’d pounced when he responded to what I asked for with a very long look at my constrained khakis’ crotch and then leered at me and said, “You’re definitely going to need a jock with a very generous pouch! Too bad we don’t sell AC, Pump or Undergear — even Bike because those pouches stretch. I’ll admit I suddenly thought of a different kind of workout . . . and my crotch got even more uncomfortable!

The end of the story was . . . that hot bitch wore my sweat soaked brand new blue Papi (yup — that’s what I ended up wearing when I worked out in LA) while I fucked him six ways from Sunday in 3 different sessions when I didn’t have a meeting there. I even sent him home in it after that first time because he said he was going to the gym (even though I’d worked him HARD), and I told him to add his sweat.

I hated the fabric and the look of the thing — the pouch even had a leopard type pattern, if you can stomach that — but the cut was generous and got me through my workout. I didn’t mind it so much when I was plowing him.

That’s my only experience buying a jockstrap (or much of anything else) at Macy’s. I was always more of a mind that Target or Walmart was a splurge over the MCX or my go to then, the Pentagon Exchange.

Sounds like a great purchase!