How old were you when you started to wear a jock

[steve]

for sure, many times

Are you still close to your brothers as you were growing up?

 

[Pkelley001]

I think I was about 12 when I got my first Bike swimmer jock. Crazy as it seems my parents thought I needed to wear it under my speedo. Loved having my first jock. Hated trying to keep the straps and waistband inside my speedo

 

[ibz1492]

Are you still close to your brothers as you were growing up?

Yes, we have always been especially close. Our ages were close enough to each other that we each enjoyed telling and showing the one younger than him, all the new stuff he had learned. I don't think there was much that we didn't try. We aren't always in the same place on the planet, but as seasons change we visit each other with families. Amazingly, I guess, the new generation is growing in all respects and is as curious as every generation has always been. Also, it's great to explore and learn new things from the younger ones too. I love learning! The gang shower in our parents' house has generations of jockstraps and other wet stories to tell. Dad is still a studly guy with the biggest strap collection that I know of, and he wears them regularly: and still loves hanging free even with a jock on, and always shaved, as are a lot of us guys in the family. Wow, it's great to think how fun life's journey is - at any age!

 

[steve]

Yes, we have always been especially close. Our ages were close enough to each other that we each enjoyed telling and showing the one younger than him, all the new stuff he had learned. I don't think there was much that we didn't try. We aren't always in the same place on the planet, but as seasons change we visit each other with families. Amazingly, I guess, the new generation is growing in all respects and is as curious as every generation has always been. Also, it's great to explore and learn new things from the younger ones too. I love learning! The gang shower in our parents' house has generations of jockstraps and other wet stories to tell. Dad is still a studly guy with the biggest strap collection that I know of, and he wears them regularly: and still loves hanging free even with a jock on, and always shaved, as are a lot of us guys in the family. Wow, it's great to think how fun life's journey is - at any age!

Do you have any pictures to share?

 

[jockstraplov3r]

14 years old. I saw other boys wearing jockstraps in the locker room during football practice and I had a rock hard boner.

 

[ibz1492]

Do you have any pictures to share?

I would love to share some of our pics, but with age restrictions, it would not be the best thing to do... Let's just say that we each learned from the others, including my Dad, my granddad, and his bf, at times too. Our very large bathroom and shower room gave us plenty of space to display our jocks and trade them. There was a place to lounge near the middle of the bathroom, with a canvas (?) cover; we used that for "everything". Sometimes friends would come over and stay the night because we lived pretty far from where our school was and where almost everyone else lived. It was a great excuse for them to stay, and they learned and taught us too. One "rule" was that jocks were required and anything else that they wanted to bring.

 

[Opinionman]

Not sure if I already contributed to this. I got my first jock at 11, furnished by the athletic supply company hired by the new all boys private school I switched to. I was stunned the first time I held it in my hand. I saw the older boys in their jocks, and that was IT! I became a total jock hound. Stole jocks regularly from football players' lockers and took 'em home and beat off, of course.

 

[JimJock]

Was first directed by a PE teacher to wear a jockstrap at age 12 at the start of 7th grade. I went to the sports department at the Montgomery Wards by myself and spent my paper route money on my first Bike #10 jockstrap. I was thrilled and fascinated by it, even stopping in a stall in the mens room to check it out and try it on. To think that the men in charge at school, and I presumed all of the schools, were requiring all of my peers and I to strip naked as a group and put on an elastic waistband with straps attached to the bottom of a stretch pouch for your dick and balls with your bare ass on full display out the back!?! Wow!!! How fortuous, for sure!! I have worn them proudly ever since.

 

[Deleted member 2352]

I got my first cup jocks for pee wee and squirt rec league hockey. Never really crossed my mind that there was anything erotic or sexual about them at all. They were nothing more than a protective piece of equipment. Then mom n dad got divorced and being on a hockey team was really expensive and times got hard so I dropped out. When I started high school I made jokes about wearing jockstraps a lot but never really did. I admit I started getting really curious feelings about jockstraps and cups but never broke down and got one until my hs senior year and snuck in to the football team locker room and secretly stole a Bike cup and jockstrap. I had no clue whose it was but rest assured that masculine stank-sweat smell reeked of locker room heaven. I had that cup for the next 20 years of my life.

Sounds amazing! I can imagine how that jock pouch smelled. full of sweaty ball scent! huffing on it like it takes your breath away, right?

 

[Deleted member 2352]

I had seen my Dad naked and boned as a natural part of living in the same house. There was: me, my 3 brothers (1 older, 2 younger), my dad, and my mom, the only female in the house. Dad has always kept his pubes totally shaved, which I am sure is why I still love smooth guys. We boys had a common bathroom but separate bedrooms in part of the house all to ourselves. We had a gang shower - a bunch of shower heads and plenty of room, almost for a party lol. Dad would often stop by our part of the house for typical dad stuff. We never cared if we had clothes on or not, and dad didn't care either, although he almost always had something covering his junk. Feeling free enough to be totally open about almost anything was always nice. That was so great as we grew from little kids, passing through puberty and sharing almost everything with each other and dad. Our friends always seemed jealous that we could share everything, jocks especially, and sexy underwear and rings too. I don't remember how often we had strange jockstraps in the drawers that were from friends who visited and must have traded. Totally cool! I think it's a real shame that parents and kids seem to have a less and less close connection as time marches on. Jocks were kind of the glue that kept us horny and happy. Such great memories still!

Sounds like an amazing way to grow up! Seems like a healthy natural way to learn about your bodies as you matured having stable male role models and relationships where it wasn't 'weird' to learn about human nature and sexuality. Well done! I'm sure many of us are envious at your situation.

 

[Opinionman]

Was first directed by a PE teacher to wear a jockstrap at age 12 at the start of 7th grade. I went to the sports department at the Montgomery Wards by myself and spent my paper route money on my first Bike #10 jockstrap. I was thrilled and fascinated by it, even stopping in a stall in the mens room to check it out and try it on. To think that the men in charge at school, and I presumed all of the schools, were requiring all of my peers and I to strip naked as a group and put on an elastic waistband with straps attached to the bottom of a stretch pouch for your dick and balls with your bare ass on full display out the back!?! Wow!!! How fortuous, for sure!! I have worn them proudly ever since.

I'd be willing to wager that that scenario back in the day of 12 yr olds buying their first jock and not being able to resist and so putting it on in the mall bathroom was enacted daily all over the country.

 

[Deleted member 2352]

I was about 12...and it was my dad's. I had a need to put it on!

Same here! Found dad's in the hamper and had this urge to wear it.

 

[Deleted member 2352]

My first jock experience was back in HS.
my best friend and neighbor was on wrestle team, jocks were mandatory for the team.
we would wrestle around afternoons at home, in the back yard, usually ended up knee to the balls and crotch groping.
He usually pinned me down, his knees on my shoulders with is crotch on my face.
This afternoon, we were horned up as teen boys, he pulled down his shorts and showed me he was wearing his team jock.
i was immediately currious what it would feel like to wear it.
i gaze was fixed on his jocked crotch.
He asked if i wanted to try it on. This was the begining of my jock fetish, not on wearing a jock, but wearing my best friends jock,
knowing my cock and balls were where his was.
Instant teen bone. This was first jerk session.
i have been a jock freak ever since.
Locker room jock hound for found or swipped used jocks, and underwear.
College was a totally new adventure, started wearing my jock room mates gear And trolled student mens rooms for BJ and sex.
still uncontrolled rank strap hound, swapper and buyer

Hell yeah! What a way to get introduced to the strapped life!

 

[Deleted member 2352]

I think I was about 13 when I found my dad’s high school football jock and a suspensory jock in his underwear drawer! Been obsessed with this ever since. I must have over 100 jocks now.

Yeah buddy!!!

 

[Deleted member 2352]

Here’s how Jake ran into Coach Norton again;

After college, I moved to a city near the small town I grew up in. I found an apartment and proceeded to establish my new life. I ended up joining a small but surprisingly complete gym near my apartment.

My first Saturday there, I went to the gym at 6 am (I’m an early riser) since it was open. It was weird though—I was the only one there. So I worked out all alone and built up a good sweat. After finishing I headed to the locker-room where I was planning on hitting the steam room for a bit.

When I got to my locker, I discovered I wasn’t alone—someone else must have worked out too because there was a pile of gym clothes nearby my locker including what looked like a well-used jockstrap sitting on top. It was all I could do to keep myself from grabbing the jockstrap and putting to my nose to inhale the manly aromas. I peeled off my sweaty tank top, shorts and jockstrap and left it in a pile on the floor just like the other pile.

I headed to the gang shower to rinse off, grabbed a towel and proceeded to the steam room. As I entered the steam room, I could make out that someone else was there but the steam was too thick to see clearly. I could tell that the other guy was a stud: he had muscular legs, a huge dick (it looked to be 7 inches soft!), and a treasure trail the led to a hairy chest. My cock started to swell—I had to will it down. I sat down. As the steam cleared more, I could see that he had a salt-and-pepper beard and hair, a handsome face. That’s when I realized I knew him!

“Coach Norton?” It was my middle school wrestling coach! His eyes blinked open. “Jake? My god it’s been years! How’ve you been?” He reached his hand out to shake mine. As I got up and reached over to shake his hand, my towel fell to the floor revealing my semi-hard cock in all its glory. I sat closer to him and filled him in on how I just moved here for a job.

He filled me in on what he’d been up to. After his mother passed away, he inherited her house in the city, retired and bought the gym to keep himself busy. While we talked I glanced down at his cock and saw that it was not longer flaccid but growing larger and larger. I tried to be discreet but he must have seen me looking. “Don’t mind him,” he said. “He’s got a mind of his own, especially when he sees another hot guy.” Wait, did I hear correctly?

The confusion on my face must have registered on him. “Yup, I’m into guys just like you.” I was floored. I asked how he knew I was gay and he said he’s known since I was in middle school. My cock continued to swell and reached full mast. I’m pretty good sized (around 7 inches hard) but Coach Norton was huge—he had to be at least 9 inches and really thick. I couldn’t resist and reached out to feel that hunk of man meat. “Mmmm,” he moaned. “Why don’t you get on your knees and suck me?” He didn’t have to ask twice. He obliged me by spreading his legs wider to give me access.

He had a huge ball sac that had been shaved smooth and, as a said before, thick and long shaft. I ran my tongue from his scrotum and up his veiny cock. Even though he was hard, his long foreskin still covered the tip of his manhood. I pulled it back and gently licked up the precum that had been accumulating on the tip of his dick. I savored the salty sweetness before wrapping my lips around his cockhead. I ran my tongue underneath his foreskin and gently nibbled on it. “Yeah, that’s it,” he moaned in approval.

That’s when I took the plunge and engulfed him completely. “Fuck! That’s amazing! Looks like you learned a lot in college”. He gently put his hand on my head guiding me as I went down on him wrapping my throat muscles around his huge cock. I hummed gently to increase the vibrations on his dick. “Let’s go to my office,” he said.

He led me out of the steam room, past the showers and lockers to his office. Once there, he quickly closed the door. I looked around. There was a desk, massage table and wrestling mat on the floor. He bent me over the massage table, spread my ass cheeks and began rimming me. I could feel the hairs of his beard scraping my ass cheeks. My eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure. “Fuck” I cried in ecstasy as he fucked me with his tongue. “You’ve got one of the most beautiful assess I’ve ever seen,” he said as he slapped my ass. My cock, pressed against the massage table, left smears of precum all over the surface. After getting me nice and wet with his tongue, he slowly began inserting fingers into my waiting hole. One…two…then three. I was going to need him to loosen me up before letting his monster cock into my mancunt. “Fuck me,” I begged. He went to his desk and grabbed a bottle of lube. He stroked his giant dick and it continued to grow. Oh my god! Could I really take all of his manmeat? He rolled back his foreskin, his cockhead glistening with his precum. I licked my lips in anticipation. He liberally applied lube to his quivering dick and pressed its head against my waiting bunghole. “Relax. Just breathe deeply,” he whispered as he slowly began pushing his cock into me. I could feel him slowly parting my ass cheeks, pushing deeper and deeper into me. I began feeling the searing pain as he started to push past my sphincter. “That’s it, don’t fight it—just let it slide in.” Suddenly I felt a pop and he was in. I cried out in pain and pleasure. He wasn’t completely in and just kept pushing and sliding in more. I finally felt the hair of his trimmed pubes against my skin. He pumped slowly…in…out…in…out. It was the most amazing mansex I had ever experienced. This went on for several minutes before he pulled out of me. I turned to him in horror—my ass felt so empty—why did he stop? He smiled at me reading my mind. “Don’t worry,” he growled in the most erotic voice. I don’t want to cum too fast. Besides, I don’t want to ignore your friend there,” as he pointed at my cock.

He guided me to the wrestling mat on the floor. He poured some lube on his fingers and started finger fucking me. He licked the precum off of my cockhead then promptly wrapped his lips around my engorged dick. “Mmm,” he murmured in appreciation. He alternated sucking my cock and my ball sack, bringing me to the edge before stopping then starting again, “You ready to be split open again?” He said. “Yes,” I panted. He then did the most amazing thing. He bent my legs back so that they were against my chest and my shins were against his chest. It was a weird position—he bent me back further then pressed his cockhead against my waiting hole. He pushed slowly and felt myself being spread open—wider and wider. He fucked me slowly, going in and out hitting my prostate with each deep stroke. Each time he hit my prostate, I would see stars—the way he had me allowed him maximal access to my G-spot. I could feel the precum leaking out of my cock all over my abs and legs but because of how he had my legs positioned, I couldn’t touch my cock at all. I was on sensory overload—the smell of mansex filled the air, his animal like grunts as he fucked me and then it happened. “Oh God,” I cried as my spunk erupted from my cock. It was an amazing feeling—I’ve never orgasmed hands free. Coach Norton pulled out of me and furiously beat his meat. He let out a loud roar as semen sprayed out of his uncut monster and all over my chest and abs. I looked up at him—he was panting and his chest hair was matted from all of the sweat that was pouring from his body. He bent down over me and proceeded to lick our mixed manjuice off of my sweaty abs and chest. He then proceeded to kiss me. My mouth opened to his to accept our combined spunk. It tasted incredible—salty, sweet, and bitter all at once. He collapsed next to me still panting. “That was one incredible fuck,” he said. I couldn’t get enough of him. I bent down between his legs and licked his dick clean, savoring the taste of his spunk. “That’s a good boy,” he said. “But I think we need to hit the showers to properly clean up.”

We headed out of his office butt naked. I didn’t care if anyone saw us as I enjoyed the afterglow of the most spectacular mansex I’ve ever experienced. We walked past the lockers and I stopped dead in my tracks. There was a naked guy standing there with his face buried my and Coach Norton’s sweaty jockstraps. He had the most beautiful body. His tight olive skin clearly outlined his muscular frame. His body was completely hairless including his pubes. It made him look even larger. “Hello Lonnie,” Coach Norton said, “You remember Jake, don’t you?” The naked Adonis before me lifted his head out of the sweaty jocks. I saw his face as he smiled. “I certainly do.” To my shock it was Lorenzo who was the captain of my High School swim team!

Lorenzo walked up to me, staring at me with his dreamy eyes and extended his hand. “It’s been a long time, Jake.” He turned and walked towards Coach Norton. “It looks like you’ve been getting reacquainted,” as he reached out and scooped some of the cum that was left in Coach’s beard. Lorenzo, or Lonnie as Coach called him, licked the glistening spunk off his finger. “Tasty,” he said. Even though I had orgasmed not too long ago, I could feel the familiar stirring in my cock as I stared at Lonnie’s perfectly sculpted butt and incredible body. He was pure muscle but not huge like a body builder. Rather he was the perfectly proportioned man that would make Michelangelo’s David feel inadequate.

“He’s got an amazing ass,” Coach Norton said to me. “You ought to try it. Lonnie, what do you think? Maybe the two of you should get ‘reacquainted’ too.” “With pleasure,” Lonnie said. He spoke softly in the lower part of his voice—it was so erotic. He bent over and offered up his ass to me. It was truly beautiful—it was round, firm and perfectly smooth. I gently ran my hand across his ass. He sucked in and gasped and his body was suddenly covered with goose pimples. I knelt down and spread his asscheeks apart revealing a perfectly pink and hairless asshole. I could feel my cock getting rock hard just looking at his puckered rosebud. I didn’t need any more encouragement and buried my face in his crack and starting tonguing his enticing manhole. “Mmmm,” Lonnie purred, “that’s awesome.” I looked over to Coach Norton. He was gently stroking his cock, pulling his foreskin back and forth with his thumb and index finger. He was enjoying watching me rim Lonnie because his monster cock was beginning to grow again. He walked over and stood in front of Lonnie and slapped his face gently with his hardening dick. Lonnie parted his lips and Coach slid his manhood into Lonnie’s waiting mouth. “That’s it Lonnie, make me nice and hard.” Coach looked at me and said, “Go ahead Jake; I want to see you fuck him.” I didn’t have to be asked twice. I inserted my finger into Lonnie—he was already lubed up! He squirmed with pleasure. I slowly pushed my dick into him. It slid in easily. I began slowly pumping in and out of Lonnie matching Coach’s rhythm. With each push, Lonnie gripped his ass muscles around my dick—I was in heaven. A few moments later, Coach pulled out and proceeded to walk behind me. I felt his dickhead press against my ass. I pushed back and he slid into my already lubed up hole. I would have cried out but he muffled my moaning with his sweaty jockstrap. I inhaled the aroma of his musky man smell. My mind was on overload. I couldn’t believe that I had gone from spit roasting Lonnie to being the middle of a sandwich with Lonnie and Coach. I was getting close but Coach was getting closer. Lonnie must have sensed it too because he pulled away and kneeled down in front of me and Coach. Coach pumped his cock spraying his man milk all over Lonnie’s face. That what put me over the edge—I also filled Lonnie’s waiting mouth with my spunk. I was wiped as I slowly caught my breath. The area around us smelled of sweat, cum and mansex. Coach and Lonnie were also panting.

“Let’s head for the shower,” Coach said. I followed them in a slight daze over to the showers. What happened next was beyond my wildest dreams. Instead of turning on the shower, Lonnie knelt down and Coach promptly started pissing on him! “C’mon Jake, join me.” I walked over and starting spraying Lonnie with a golden shower. Lonnie hadn’t cum yet but that was soon to change. While we were pissing on him, he was frantically jacking himself. Just as our piss streams stopped, Lonnie let out a cry. I watched his cock erupt as blasts of hot sperm shot out all over his chest and our legs.

“That was fucking hot,” Lonnie panted. I had to agree as I kissed him. The three of us took a shower and headed off to the sauna to dry off. We agreed that we would get together again next Saturday if not sooner. I can’t wait!

Good grief! that is an amazing tale! got me leaking and throbbing like crazy here!

 

[rutter222]

Was it in the dirty laundry? Sniff it? Really love to know.

No, it was hanging on the back of his closet door. He wore it running at night. It definitely had a sweaty musky smell.

 

[The Bike Man.]

So many of us got first taste of jockstraps in PE class.

 

[HeavySac]

I am an American from Tucson, who has lived in Perth, Australia for 7 years. I ran track, played baseball and football in high school. I wore the CoolMax jockstrap for track and a Bike jock/cup for baseball and football. The CoolMax jock was the best jockstrap I have ever worn. It was 100% nylon, but provided great support. Wish this jockstrap was still made.

Starting wearing a jock/cup when I was about 12 playing Little League.

I had a coolmax jock too. I used it riding my jet ski. The smooth nylon allowed my balls to stand up to the incredible amount of rough riding without chafing. One of my favorite jocks.

 

[musclejocklv]

I was about 12...and it was my dad's. I had a need to put it on!

I can relate to this! The beginnings of my jock journey.

 

[ibz1492]

I can relate to this! The beginnings of my jock journey.

I was another kid who was always trying on my Dad's jocks, ever since I was really young, I think 5 or 6 years. And I often made a dumb excuse to go into his bathroom to pee when he was having his evening soak in the tub. Sometimes he was flaccid, sometimes he had a face cloth draped over his junk, but sometimes he was totally boned and couldn't possibly hide that monster (to me) without hurting it. His jocks were always on a hook to the right of the toilet so I could pee and look at his jocks too. I might not remember correctly, but I am sure I always got hard during these visits to him. And I know I didn't always get my pee stream into the toilet bowl. The only thing he said was to aim well and to step back if I needed to, so I could get it in the bowl without bending my dick. He didn't say all that, just to step back if I needed, and the rest was obvious. Looking back, I realized I was desperate to get a dick as big as his. Since he shaved all of his pubes, he looked a lot like me, except massive... that's all I wanted. When I had on his jocks, I knew why the pouches were so huge, and just wanted a big cock n balls like his!!!

 

[HeavySac]

I grew up seeing my dad in his jockstrap. I saw him many times while he got dressed. He’d strap up to support his oversized low hanging balls then put on a pair of boxer shorts over his jock, I guess for modesty around the house. He also always wore one under his swim trunks. I remember when we both strapped up the first time in the changing room at our town pool. We went together when he bought me that first jock for junior high gym class at a local sporting goods store. I was so proud that I was becoming a grownup and imagined that one day my balls and dick would be the size of my dad’s. Yup, I inherited my dad’s equipment size and I’m so glad I did.

 

[Anal Ace]

I had only one year of required high school P.E. in 9th grade. Jockstraps weren't required, and I can only recall two boys in my class who wore them. But I was on the swim team in high school, and I loved wearing my swimming briefs and also gazing at all the other boys in their swim briefs. I bought my first jockstrap when I was in college, probably just to experience what it felt like to wear one. I loved the "maleness" of it, and it felt very sexy to me. I bought several more jocks while in college, and alternated wearing either jockstraps or swim briefs for underwear throughout most of college.

After college, for some unknown reason I seemed to have temporarily lost my interest in jockstraps, but continued wearing swimming briefs both for swimming and as underwear. When I stumbled on the JockstrapCentral site while surfing the web during the early part of the pandemic, I immediately decided to purchase a few jockstraps. After that I developed a fetish for jocks and started wearing them almost every day. I now have over 30 jockstraps, my favorite being the GBGB Suspensory Jockstraps.

I think it would have been great if jockstraps were still required for boys in P.E. classes when I was in High school and Middle School here in Los Angeles, and it seems to me that it would be appropriate and logical if they were still mandatory attire for boys. Very few boys ever even took a shower after our P.E. class, and most of the swim team boys showered in their swim briefs. I'm still curious about what it was like when boys were all required to take naked group showers together in gym class. It seems very likely to me that I might have had a lot of frequent boners in those showers, and probably along with many of the other boys. However, from what I've heard from most guys that are old enough to remember taking those naked group showers, it wasn't very common to get boners in those circumstances for most boys. I know that there were quite a few other gay boys besides myself in my high school, and with both gay and straight boys in high school, popping a boner in any other class happens all the time among all boys that age. For me, I think it probably would have been a lot less uncomfortable popping boners in high school and also much less obvious if I was wearing a jockstrap underneath my clothing, but I didn't even own a jockstrap then. I think probably I would have worn a jock every day at school if I had one, and I wish that jockstraps were still common and popular for boys when I was growing up, and also in today's world it seems like it would be better for boys to at least know about wearing a jock. Anyway, I did notice that youth jockstraps are available to buy on Amazon, so I know at least that they're not entirely completely forgotten about for boys and younger athletes.

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I started Jr. High when I was just 10 and in the 5th grade. The school I went to was just two years old when I started and all boys were required to shower after PE. We were not required to wear a jockstrap. I can assure you that for the four years that I attended that school that not one of us boys ever got a hard on in the showers. It wasn’t a sexual thing and for the most part kids just wanted to get in and get out. I actually enjoyed taking a shower at school and have great memories of it. I was in Jr. High from 1980-84

 

[ibz1492]

I started Jr. High when I was just 10 and in the 5th grade. The school I went to was just two years old when I started and all boys were required to shower after PE. We were not required to wear a jockstrap. I can assure you that for the four years that I attended that school that not one of us boys ever got a hard on in the showers. It wasn’t a sexual thing and for the most part kids just wanted to get in and get out. I actually enjoyed taking a shower at school and have great memories of it. I was in Jr. High from 1980-84

I was in a school that required all boys to have and wear jocks AND to always take a shower. And we did! Or else. Our shower room was probably at least 4m x 5m (12ft x 15 ft) with shower heads on all 4 walls... We all had a couple of friends whom we tended to group up with in the shower, kinda in circles of 3, 4, 5 kids. Maybe twice a week on average, at least one of us in my usual group would bone up, at least partially... and that was all the whole shower room needed to get other kids "going" with rapidly rising dicks. Kids from about 12 to 17 have all possible stages of puberty and growth. So there was always something to laugh or gasp at. Tiny, huge, cut, uncut, hairy, bald, hangers, small tight nuts, you name it we had em all. A couple of us, yes me included, had the very occasional orgasm, and I only remember that it was always spontaneous except for a few pumps on my bone. We always clapped for any kid who blew a load, but some kids who probably hadn't yet had an orgasm, got disgusted and fled the shower room... Great memories.

 

[Anal Ace]

I had only one year of required high school P.E. in 9th grade. Jockstraps weren't required, and I can only recall two boys in my class who wore them. But I was on the swim team in high school, and I loved wearing my swimming briefs and also gazing at all the other boys in their swim briefs. I bought my first jockstrap when I was in college, probably just to experience what it felt like to wear one. I loved the "maleness" of it, and it felt very sexy to me. I bought several more jocks while in college, and alternated wearing either jockstraps or swim briefs for underwear throughout most of college.

After college, for some unknown reason I seemed to have temporarily lost my interest in jockstraps, but continued wearing swimming briefs both for swimming and as underwear. When I stumbled on the JockstrapCentral site while surfing the web during the early part of the pandemic, I immediately decided to purchase a few jockstraps. After that I developed a fetish for jocks and started wearing them almost every day. I now have over 30 jockstraps, my favorite being the GBGB Suspensory Jockstraps.

I think it would have been great if jockstraps were still required for boys in P.E. classes when I was in High school and Middle School here in Los Angeles, and it seems to me that it would be appropriate and logical if they were still mandatory attire for boys. Very few boys ever even took a shower after our P.E. class, and most of the swim team boys showered in their swim briefs. I'm still curious about what it was like when boys were all required to take naked group showers together in gym class. It seems very likely to me that I might have had a lot of frequent boners in those showers, and probably along with many of the other boys. However, from what I've heard from most guys that are old enough to remember taking those naked group showers, it wasn't very common to get boners in those circumstances for most boys. I know that there were quite a few other gay boys besides myself in my high school, and with both gay and straight boys in high school, popping a boner in any other class happens all the time among all boys that age. For me, I think it probably would have been a lot less uncomfortable popping boners in high school and also much less obvious if I was wearing a jockstrap underneath my clothing, but I didn't even own a jockstrap then. I think probably I would have worn a jock every day at school if I had one, and I wish that jockstraps were still common and popular for boys when I was growing up, and also in today's world it seems like it would be better for boys to at least know about wearing a jock. Anyway, I did notice that youth jockstraps are available to buy on Amazon, so I know at least that they're not entirely completely forgotten about for boys and younger athletes.

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I got my first jockstrap, an Ace from the local drug store, for basketball when I was in 5th grade. A few of my teammates were wearing them already so I asked my Dad to get me one. Most of the team had a jockstrap in the following weeks.