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Marine Antics in a Locker Room

Hairy_Beast

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This isn't Jockstrap related. I just hope y'all enjoy this story.

When I was in the USMC, I was fortunate to throw discus for them. They would send us to different sports camps to help critique our forms.
Back in 2014, I was sent to Oregon for a Track and Field camp at the Nike Campus. Most of the Marines were doing Track rather than Field, so
they stayed on Campus to run the track. I had to go to another part on Campus to throw discus. In the mornings, we would drop our clothes in
lockers that were designated for us. Just imagine you've never seen/been around active duty military, and seeing 15+ young, tatted up guys
walking into the locker room. Seeing the faces of all the older folks when we all walked in was funny as fuck.

After the first day, most of us were too sweaty to wait and take a shower at the hotel, so, most of us stripped down. None of us really cared being seen
naked. We all grabbed our towels out of our lockers. We were all bullshiting around, talking about what we all did that day. Myself and a few other Marines
had our legs propped up on the benches they had in the middle of the lockers. So, our dicks and balls were completely exposed. This was also at the time
when most of the Employees were getting off work. So, a lot of folks would come around the corner where we all were, seeing us completely nude. We all didn't
care at all. We all laughed seeing a lot of them folks either turned completely white, or red in the face, turn around and walk away. It really seemed like those folks were sheltered
as kids. After we all showered, we headed to the hot tub, since we were all sore. There were a few Nike guys hanging out in there. Once we all got in,
they all got out, again, they were red in the face.

Now, this is the weirdest thing we talked about with this whole experience we all had. I don't remember who brought it up, but it really stuck with me.
Why didn't any of these guys talk to us? Were they that scared seeing men naked? Did we shock them too much? The biggest question that was also brought
up was, why had they not wanted to at least chat with us since we were military? To this day, I still can't put my finger on what their issue was.

When the camp was over, we all got invited to this big event the Nike Campus was having. Most of us who were allowed to drink got 4 tickets a piece for
beer or wine. A few Marines I was good friends with, decided to try and mingle with everyone there. The women had no problem talking and flirting with us.
The guys however, would only talk with us for a few minutes, then walk away. This shit has stuck with me for a long time. I wished those guys would have
told me, or at least another Marine what their issue was with us.
 

Wallyyyy

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I can only postulate as a career Air Force guy. At my first duty station, I was one of a few guys who couldn’t swim. Six of us from the squadron got together and took lessons at the base pool. The AF special forces guys did a TDY at the base and naturally trained at the pool. These guys had super toned bodies and of course all of us were pretty good looking 20 something year olds. Now all of us were military on a military base and that could be the difference from what you experienced in a civilian setting. But all of us were put off at first and not very friendly to these guys ….. just intimidated to the max. From the start though, with meeting them in the locker room, each of these guys went out of their way to engage with us. These guys took us under their wing and gave us the most comprehensive swim lessons we never would have received otherwise. Maybe if you guys could have been a little more outgoing and realized that you were a super intimidating group, your experience may have been more positive. BTW, they all just lazily walked around naked in the locker room with us and groomed their bodies and shaved their balls. Needless to say, I started wearing a jock strap and still shave my balls. 👍🏻
 

Hairy_Beast

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I can only postulate as a career Air Force guy. At my first duty station, I was one of a few guys who couldn’t swim. Six of us from the squadron got together and took lessons at the base pool. The AF special forces guys did a TDY at the base and naturally trained at the pool. These guys had super toned bodies and of course all of us were pretty good looking 20 something year olds. Now all of us were military on a military base and that could be the difference from what you experienced in a civilian setting. But all of us were put off at first and not very friendly to these guys ….. just intimidated to the max. From the start though, with meeting them in the locker room, each of these guys went out of their way to engage with us. These guys took us under their wing and gave us the most comprehensive swim lessons we never would have received otherwise. Maybe if you guys could have been a little more outgoing and realized that you were a super intimidating group, your experience may have been more positive. BTW, they all just lazily walked around naked in the locker room with us and groomed their bodies and shaved their balls. Needless to say, I started wearing a jock strap and still shave my balls. 👍🏻
That makes a lot of sense now thinking about it. I mean, me and my 2 buddies tried talking with the guys all week even when we caught them on their lunch break. They’d literally pack their lunch up and walk off. I kind of also got the impression they were really stuck up. Just that place in general had that vibe.
 

JockedWeightLifter

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Damn I wish I could've been there. I'd have chatted you guys up. Hell I woulda stripped down myself and asked you guys if you wanted to hit the sauna and keep talking. Good conversations while getting a good sweat and being naked with some good dudes. It's good for the mind when you can be completely relaxed and no one is self conscious. We're all men, we've all got the same equipment and know what it does and the things come up from time to time. Men need to have time to relax with their armor off around each other.
 

Redsucked02

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Damn I wish I could've been there. I'd have chatted you guys up. Hell I woulda stripped down myself and asked you guys if you wanted to hit the sauna and keep talking. Good conversations while getting a good sweat and being naked with some good dudes. It's good for the mind when you can be completely relaxed and no one is self conscious. We're all men, we've all got the same equipment and know what it does and the things come up from time to time. Men need to have time to relax with their armor off around each other.
Well said!
 

BULGEHOUND

Jockstrap Fan
It's been one of the great frustrations of my life to discover only DECADES too late that an awful lot of STUDLY MEN are NOT unfriendly but often just leery of other guys who aren't part of their particular gym/corps/sport «safe» specialty circles. Back in the day it could be downright dangerous to be «too friendly» for several different reasons. I well remember when in my final year at university being «required» to earn a credit in PhysEd «mens sana in corporo sana» was the mantra. As a team-sports klutz and not wanting to be snared by the tentacles of the class squid in the Social Dancing class, and with the only available pool on the other side of the city I «selected» the only «class» left: WEIGHTLIFTING. As a Clarles Atlas reject with broomstick arms I was almost hoping to get thrown out. However, to my slight chagrin and happy surprise, the Big Bruisers in the Weight Room took me on as their Pet Project assuring me that by graduation time I'd be amazed and proud of the «new me». I got tons of help and began making friends including one of the Equipment Room attendants who, when he discovered my jockstrap fetish, would allow me to «fish» for a jock in the «SMALL» bin to find one I found interesting. He often «forgot» to get those back! I packed on a considerable amount of muscle hitting 180 SOLID pounds by Easter. Meanwhile I got a spotting partner who who I only discovered years later would have galdly offered more «support» than just spotting and advice, although I did enjoy opportunities for my face to come pretty close to what was obviously his throbbing jockpouch. All this to say that there was a genuine camaraderie in the Weight Room which helped me to become comfortable around other men clothed, jocked, or naked. Every boy should have similar opportunity to be comfortable with his own body and comfortable around other boys — clothed, jocked, or naked.
 

Redsucked02

More in my albums!
It's been one of the great frustrations of my life to discover only DECADES too late that an awful lot of STUDLY MEN are NOT unfriendly but often just leery of other guys who aren't part of their particular gym/corps/sport «safe» specialty circles. Back in the day it could be downright dangerous to be «too friendly» for several different reasons. I well remember when in my final year at university being «required» to earn a credit in PhysEd «mens sana in corporo sana» was the mantra. As a team-sports klutz and not wanting to be snared by the tentacles of the class squid in the Social Dancing class, and with the only available pool on the other side of the city I «selected» the only «class» left: WEIGHTLIFTING. As a Clarles Atlas reject with broomstick arms I was almost hoping to get thrown out. However, to my slight chagrin and happy surprise, the Big Bruisers in the Weight Room took me on as their Pet Project assuring me that by graduation time I'd be amazed and proud of the «new me». I got tons of help and began making friends including one of the Equipment Room attendants who, when he discovered my jockstrap fetish, would allow me to «fish» for a jock in the «SMALL» bin to find one I found interesting. He often «forgot» to get those back! I packed on a considerable amount of muscle hitting 180 SOLID pounds by Easter. Meanwhile I got a spotting partner who who I only discovered years later would have galdly offered more «support» than just spotting and advice, although I did enjoy opportunities for my face to come pretty close to what was obviously his throbbing jockpouch. All this to say that there was a genuine camaraderie in the Weight Room which helped me to become comfortable around other men clothed, jocked, or naked. Every boy should have similar opportunity to be comfortable with his own body and comfortable around other boys — clothed, jocked, or naked.
So excellent all that happening to you! Totally agree that boys need to learn to be comfortable with themselves and around other males in various states of undress etc! It's definitely up to us to teach them that...
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
It's been one of the great frustrations of my life to discover only DECADES too late that an awful lot of STUDLY MEN are NOT unfriendly but often just leery of other guys who aren't part of their particular gym/corps/sport «safe» specialty circles. Back in the day it could be downright dangerous to be «too friendly» for several different reasons. I well remember when in my final year at university being «required» to earn a credit in PhysEd «mens sana in corporo sana» was the mantra. As a team-sports klutz and not wanting to be snared by the tentacles of the class squid in the Social Dancing class, and with the only available pool on the other side of the city I «selected» the only «class» left: WEIGHTLIFTING. As a Clarles Atlas reject with broomstick arms I was almost hoping to get thrown out. However, to my slight chagrin and happy surprise, the Big Bruisers in the Weight Room took me on as their Pet Project assuring me that by graduation time I'd be amazed and proud of the «new me». I got tons of help and began making friends including one of the Equipment Room attendants who, when he discovered my jockstrap fetish, would allow me to «fish» for a jock in the «SMALL» bin to find one I found interesting. He often «forgot» to get those back! I packed on a considerable amount of muscle hitting 180 SOLID pounds by Easter. Meanwhile I got a spotting partner who who I only discovered years later would have galdly offered more «support» than just spotting and advice, although I did enjoy opportunities for my face to come pretty close to what was obviously his throbbing jockpouch. All this to say that there was a genuine camaraderie in the Weight Room which helped me to become comfortable around other men clothed, jocked, or naked. Every boy should have similar opportunity to be comfortable with his own body and comfortable around other boys — clothed, jocked, or naked.
This is fucking inspiring. There is almost nothing as powerful in the world as guys who'll take other guys under their wings.
I have writen a lengthy fictional piece about this kind of atmosphere but on a college wrestling team. It's not porn; more like bromance. It creates a world where guys are cool with whatever natural guy stuff happens: erections in the showers, naked dudes horsing around, etc. Lemme know if you're interested.
 

Redsucked02

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This is fucking inspiring. There is almost nothing as powerful in the world as guys who'll take other guys under their wings.
I have writen a lengthy fictional piece about this kind of atmosphere but on a college wrestling team. It's not porn; more like bromance. It creates a world where guys are cool with whatever natural guy stuff happens: erections in the showers, naked dudes horsing around, etc. Lemme know if you're interested.
Hell yes! Love to read it!
 

WpbMike

Jockstrap Fan
This is fucking inspiring. There is almost nothing as powerful in the world as guys who'll take other guys under their wings.
I have writen a lengthy fictional piece about this kind of atmosphere but on a college wrestling team. It's not porn; more like bromance. It creates a world where guys are cool with whatever natural guy stuff happens: erections in the showers, naked dudes horsing around, etc. Lemme know if you're interested.
Let’s see it!
 

BillyC

If not commando, then jocked.
This is fucking inspiring. There is almost nothing as powerful in the world as guys who'll take other guys under their wings.
I have writen a lengthy fictional piece about this kind of atmosphere but on a college wrestling team. It's not porn; more like bromance. It creates a world where guys are cool with whatever natural guy stuff happens: erections in the showers, naked dudes horsing around, etc. Lemme know if you're interested.
Throwing in here with Red and Wpb — love to read it.
 

ibz1492

Jockstrap Fan
Good man!
Commando also ... OR jock with no leg straps and just the pouch to gently cradle Freddie and my nuts, but not restrict them.. I get great freedom of movement and Freddie can do almost everything without tight control of a full strap.
 

BillyC

If not commando, then jocked.
Commando also ... OR jock with no leg straps and just the pouch to gently cradle Freddie and my nuts, but not restrict them.. I get great freedom of movement and Freddie can do almost everything without tight control of a full strap.
Give Freddie our regards. My own “Freddie” finds a way to do as he chooses no matter the attempt to constrain him.
 

Jake

Jockstrap Fan
This is fucking inspiring. There is almost nothing as powerful in the world as guys who'll take other guys under their wings.
I have writen a lengthy fictional piece about this kind of atmosphere but on a college wrestling team. It's not porn; more like bromance. It creates a world where guys are cool with whatever natural guy stuff happens: erections in the showers, naked dudes horsing around, etc. Lemme know if you're interested.
.....OH, HELL YEAH, MAN!...I am VERY INTERESTED in what you have to say!.....and I find it quite fascinating how different background-environments can have such a very differing-effect on people!...and, I am quite interested, and very-eager to see what you have to say...and what impressions you have to share!...Thanks.....JAKE
 

BillyC

If not commando, then jocked.
This is fucking inspiring. There is almost nothing as powerful in the world as guys who'll take other guys under their wings.
I have writen a lengthy fictional piece about this kind of atmosphere but on a college wrestling team. It's not porn; more like bromance. It creates a world where guys are cool with whatever natural guy stuff happens: erections in the showers, naked dudes horsing around, etc. Lemme know if you're interested
FUCK yeah! Bring it!!!
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
.....OH, HELL YEAH, MAN!...I am VERY INTERESTED in what you have to say!.....and I find it quite fascinating how different background-environments can have such a very differing-effect on people!...and, I am quite interested, and very-eager to see what you have to say...and what impressions you have to share!...Thanks.....JAKE
{ This is a bromance, not explicit porn. Still, a lot of guys that read it liked it.]

Skye stood outside the men's lockerroom at the University of South Dakota, a large paper grocery bag with a rolled top gripped in his hand. His 6 foot framed was dressed in a plain T-shirt and a pair of faded blue shorts, with dirty sneakers. He betrayed no sign of the nervousness he felt creeping up his spine and onto the back of his head. He knew he was about to take a big step, though one he had always hoped for. At eighteen, he was about to enter the world of college athletics, specifically wrestling, and he knew his life would be different.

Dark-haired and gray-eyed, with a firm jaw line and a cultivated serenity in his stoic face, he was, despite his stillness, someone that people noticed. His muscular build, earned from competing on his Reservation's high school wrestling team in increasing weight classes, caught people's eye, but there was some other, ineffable quality that made passersby stop their conversations momentarily to look over at him.

He was waiting for Kirk, the wrestling team member and senior who was to be his mentor this freshman year. As he stood like a statue, a 6'3" brown-haired student, easily 230 pounds and with an open, trusting face, approached him.

"Skye?" he asked.

"Yes."

"I'm Kirk. I'm your mentor on the team this year. Good to see you."

"Thank you."

Kirk waited an almost imperceptible moment, expecting the standard reply of "You too" but he somehow knew that Skye's reticence did not work that way, so he continued: "Come on in, man. I'll show you your locker and get you settled. You doing okay here on campus?'

"Yes, thank you," said Skye. Again, silence.

Kirk led him to a row of lockers. The room was starting to fill up with college-aged guys, laughing and joking, a couple of them already stripping off their shirts to change for practice. It was easy to tell the class years of most of the guys. The freshmen still looked like high school students for the most part, and the seniors were grown men, muscles proudly on display, even among the lighter weight classes. Indeed, one of the lessons Skye had learned on his Reservation team was that wrestling affirmed a guy's value, regardless of size; as long as he had muscle and worked hard, he could be a mere 110 lbs and still be respected.

Kirk stopped in front of a shiny locker. "We just had the locker room redone here. I heard some rich alum did it since the state wouldn't spring for it."

"Uh huh," replied Skye.

He gripped his paper bag and sat on the bench, looking at locker 217.

"Mine is right here," said Kirk. "Tell me about your wrestling background."

"I wrestled for the reservation not far from here for four years. I would have competed in the regular state high school championships, but they didn't allow us to participate."

"That sucks," said Kirk. "What was that about?"

"I don't know," answered Skye, looking Kirk in the eye.

"Yeah, well," stammered Kirk, "I hope you'll have a good experience here, man. It's a great group of guys. I think Coach told me you wrestle in the 190 lb class?

"That's right."

"Well, we'd better get changed for practice. Don't wanna be late the first day."

Skye glanced around the room, his stoic face showing nothing, but he did notice half the guys naked in the process of changing. He opened his bag and pulled out a ratty towel, which he wrapped around his waist. He reached under the towel and pulled off his shorts.

Kirk stopped in his tracks and looked at him. "Um... what's the deal with the towel?"

"What do you mean?" asked Skye. A slight tone of defensiveness crept into his voice.

"I mean... can't you just change by taking your clothes off? We all do that. No one's that shy here, and it's part of the team... plus, it's just normal."

Skye hesitated. In a low voice he said, "Sorry. Our school didn't have a locker room so we had to change in the hall. I just got used to it." He reached in the bag and pulled out a pair of dingy gray wrestling shorts and a worn t-shirt. As he tossed them on the bench, his tradition betrayed him and the towel fell, revealing plain Hanes white briefs, though clearly well worn and graying. The waistband was stretched as were the leg holes. Skye reached quickly to pull on the towel, but Kirk, seizing the opportunity, grabbed his hand. The next moment he felt Skye's iron grip on his own wrist, and he let go.

"Let me worry about whatever I want to," said Skye.

Kirk looked at him, and his eyes melted Skye's frostiness a bit.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Kirk. At my school we kept our distance." The slight conflict had made him forget for a moment that he was standing there in his briefs, wrestling shorts in his hand. He reached again for the towel, but Kirk said, "Dude, just change. No one gives a shit what you look like or what you're wearing."

Skye hesitated and looked around, astonished to see the nudity comfort level of the other guys, tugging their cocks and loosening their balls like all guys did in a locker room.

Kirk could see he was out of his element, and he asked, "So how did you guys change at your school?"

"We just found a place in the hall and used the towels like I did just now. It's just habit. They didn't want the girls to see us."

"Oh, yeah, I suppose that's true.... Hey wait a sec... does that mean you never saw guys naked in school?"

"Nope. Never."

"Wow. Weird."

"Well, it is a different culture." Skye looked around again and his surprise registered on his normally placid face.

"Well," said, Kirk, "no need to worry about that here like I said. Just shuck off your stuff and get your practice gear.”

Reassured a little, Skye pulled on the wrestling shorts over his briefs.

"Hang on a second, bud," said Kirk." You're not gonna wrestle in gym shorts with tidy why tease underneath, are ya?"

"Sure. That's what I always did." He paused, then dropped his voice feeling he could trust Kirk. "Though to be honest, it was a drag. This is the only pair of underwear I've got."

Kirk's eyebrows rose."The only pair? You mean... for any thing? Don't you have a pair in your dorm for going to class or whatever?"

Skye's silence told him all.

"Wow..." Kirk whistled. "So then, every night you had to wash it..."

"Yeah. My grandma washed em every night, along with my other clothes for school. I used to get grief about wearing the same clothes every day, but I wasn't the only one. We were poor. Dirt poor."

"So then," resumed Kirk, "you were gonna wrestle in those old shorts and that ratty T-shirt."

"It's all I got," said Skye.

"No, it isn't," said Kirk. " I guess they didn't tell you. The school provides everything you need, from practice shirt and shorts, practice singlets, jockstrap, everything..."

"Jockstrap?"

"Yeah, jockstr... wait a sec... do you mean to tell me you don't know what a jockstrap is?"

"No."

Kirk sat stunned for a moment, but then remembered his courtesy.

"Oh, well, okay... um.. so here's mine." He pulled out a white athletic supporter from his locker. "I wear this for practice and matches. Keeps my balls in place, you know. Pretty important in wrestling." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Some guys go commando, which is obvious at matches, but not me, man. I want my balls protected as best they can be."

Skye said nothing. He looked at the jock.

With practiced, swift movements, Kirk pulled off his shirt, yanked down his jeans, revealing blue boxer-briefs, which he then also yanked down and before Skye knew it, his mentor was standing naked next to him.

"See?" said Kirk, "it's just no big deal. You're gonna have to get over it, man. Lemme show you how to put on a jockstrap." He opened the waistband wide and stepped into it, pulling it up fully, then bending his legs to adjust his balls in the pouch and running his fingers down the leg straps. Skye's eyes widened just a bit. He had seen some Native gear resembling this in ceremonies, but he had never in his life seen an athletic supporter on a muscled guy a foot away. He became aware that Kirk was talking to him:

"So, you gotta adjust your nuts and get em settled, see? Then you can pull on tight shorts for practice"--he held up a pair of maroon stretchy shorts-- "or regular loose gym shorts. I like the wrestling shorts.” He pulled those up and they clung to his pouched cock and balls tightly. He readjusted and grinned. "See?"

"Yeah, I see," said Skye. "But I don't have one of those." He took a moment to look around and sure enough, a number of guys were adjusting their balls in their jockstraps and a few were pulling up wrestling shorts without anything underneath. The normal lockerroom banter continued, including a couple of guys who shot their supporters like rubberbands at their buds, just to harass them and have a laugh.

"Like I said, though," said Kirk, "The school provides 'em. Look in your locker."

Skye opened his locker and saw a plastic box a few inches square. Kirk looked in and said, "Yeah, that's it. It's new, in a box. Grab it."

Skye took out the box from his locker and snapped it open.He removed the strap from the box and shook it out. The pure white strap almost gleamed.

"Ok, buddy, time to man up," grinned Kirk. "Lose the briefs."

Though he had plenty of Reservation toughness, Skye was nonetheless surprised by his shyness in this circumstance. But he couldn't lose face, so he reached inside his briefs waist band and slowly pushed them to his ankles and stepped out of them. It was the first time in his life he had been naked in front of another guy.

"There... not so hard, was it? .... I mean..." At that point Kirk glanced at Skye's penis, as any guy would. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed.

"What?" said Skye, almost panicked.

"Oh, sorry, man.... it's just that... well, sure don't know what you were all shy about. That's the biggest fuckin’ dick I've ever seen... and I've been in locker rooms for years. You must be super proud.”

Skye blushed. He had no idea about other guys' penis size, assuming his was the norm.

"Do you always talk about penis size to other guys?" he responded, trying to sound tough.

"Um.. well... actually yeah, now that you mention it. I mean, we joke about dicks all the time here in the locker room. Didn't you? Oh wait... sorry... you said you didn't have a locker room."

"That's right."

"Well, that just surprises me. I mean, as you can see, the guys here strip and do all kinds of stupid shit with their dicks: twirl 'em around, yank on 'em in some other guy's face, tuggin’ their balls... it's pretty normal lockerroom stuff."

"I see," said Sky passively.

"I mean..." Kirk laughed..."Brian over there gets a fuckin hard-on every time he hits the showers! He has for three years! He finally just gave up trying to hide it. When the guys razz him, which they still do, he just says, 'Yup. The fucker's got a mind of its own.'"

Skye allowed a smile to form on his lips. "I see."

"Well," said Kirk "don't just stand there jock in hand, buddy. Pull it on and let's get to practice. That is, if you think you can fit your junk in the pouch!" He playfully punched Skye in the arm. The freshman had an impulse to punch Kirk in the face as a response, but he instantly realized it was just in fun. His experience did not include this kind of horsing around, but he was quickly picking up that it was the norm, given the behavior he observed in the locker room.

He pulled up the athletic supporter slightly awkwardly, adjusted the three-inch waistband and reshuffled his large ballsac as he had seen Kirk do. He reached down to put his briefs in the paper bag and Kirk said, "Hang on, buddy. Lemme help you" and he reached over and untwisted one of the leg straps that ran along the side of Skye's muscled buttock. The touch sent a spark flying through Skye, but again he kept himself under control.

"C'mon, guys!" yelled one of the wrestlers. You just gonna stand there in your jocks all day? Coach wants us out there now!" Laughing, the guys started to file out. Kirk quickly pulled on his socks and wrestling shoes, and noticed that Skye reached in his bag again. "I think they also put shoes your size in your locker. Get 'em and let's go."

Skye, stunned, reached in and grabbed a pair of wrestling sneakers, the newest he'd ever had. Embarrassingly, he felt a tear starting to form in one eye a little at this generosity and abundance, but he mastered himself and just pulled them on.

"Ready," he said. And they headed to the wrestling mat.
 

Jake

Jockstrap Fan
{ This is a bromance, not explicit porn. Still, a lot of guys that read it liked it.]

Skye stood outside the men's lockerroom at the University of South Dakota, a large paper grocery bag with a rolled top gripped in his hand. His 6 foot framed was dressed in a plain T-shirt and a pair of faded blue shorts, with dirty sneakers. He betrayed no sign of the nervousness he felt creeping up his spine and onto the back of his head. He knew he was about to take a big step, though one he had always hoped for. At eighteen, he was about to enter the world of college athletics, specifically wrestling, and he knew his life would be different.

Dark-haired and gray-eyed, with a firm jaw line and a cultivated serenity in his stoic face, he was, despite his stillness, someone that people noticed. His muscular build, earned from competing on his Reservation's high school wrestling team in increasing weight classes, caught people's eye, but there was some other, ineffable quality that made passersby stop their conversations momentarily to look over at him.

He was waiting for Kirk, the wrestling team member and senior who was to be his mentor this freshman year. As he stood like a statue, a 6'3" brown-haired student, easily 230 pounds and with an open, trusting face, approached him.

"Skye?" he asked.

"Yes."

"I'm Kirk. I'm your mentor on the team this year. Good to see you."

"Thank you."

Kirk waited an almost imperceptible moment, expecting the standard reply of "You too" but he somehow knew that Skye's reticence did not work that way, so he continued: "Come on in, man. I'll show you your locker and get you settled. You doing okay here on campus?'

"Yes, thank you," said Skye. Again, silence.

Kirk led him to a row of lockers. The room was starting to fill up with college-aged guys, laughing and joking, a couple of them already stripping off their shirts to change for practice. It was easy to tell the class years of most of the guys. The freshmen still looked like high school students for the most part, and the seniors were grown men, muscles proudly on display, even among the lighter weight classes. Indeed, one of the lessons Skye had learned on his Reservation team was that wrestling affirmed a guy's value, regardless of size; as long as he had muscle and worked hard, he could be a mere 110 lbs and still be respected.

Kirk stopped in front of a shiny locker. "We just had the locker room redone here. I heard some rich alum did it since the state wouldn't spring for it."

"Uh huh," replied Skye.

He gripped his paper bag and sat on the bench, looking at locker 217.

"Mine is right here," said Kirk. "Tell me about your wrestling background."

"I wrestled for the reservation not far from here for four years. I would have competed in the regular state high school championships, but they didn't allow us to participate."

"That sucks," said Kirk. "What was that about?"

"I don't know," answered Skye, looking Kirk in the eye.

"Yeah, well," stammered Kirk, "I hope you'll have a good experience here, man. It's a great group of guys. I think Coach told me you wrestle in the 190 lb class?

"That's right."

"Well, we'd better get changed for practice. Don't wanna be late the first day."

Skye glanced around the room, his stoic face showing nothing, but he did notice half the guys naked in the process of changing. He opened his bag and pulled out a ratty towel, which he wrapped around his waist. He reached under the towel and pulled off his shorts.

Kirk stopped in his tracks and looked at him. "Um... what's the deal with the towel?"

"What do you mean?" asked Skye. A slight tone of defensiveness crept into his voice.

"I mean... can't you just change by taking your clothes off? We all do that. No one's that shy here, and it's part of the team... plus, it's just normal."

Skye hesitated. In a low voice he said, "Sorry. Our school didn't have a locker room so we had to change in the hall. I just got used to it." He reached in the bag and pulled out a pair of dingy gray wrestling shorts and a worn t-shirt. As he tossed them on the bench, his tradition betrayed him and the towel fell, revealing plain Hanes white briefs, though clearly well worn and graying. The waistband was stretched as were the leg holes. Skye reached quickly to pull on the towel, but Kirk, seizing the opportunity, grabbed his hand. The next moment he felt Skye's iron grip on his own wrist, and he let go.

"Let me worry about whatever I want to," said Skye.

Kirk looked at him, and his eyes melted Skye's frostiness a bit.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Kirk. At my school we kept our distance." The slight conflict had made him forget for a moment that he was standing there in his briefs, wrestling shorts in his hand. He reached again for the towel, but Kirk said, "Dude, just change. No one gives a shit what you look like or what you're wearing."

Skye hesitated and looked around, astonished to see the nudity comfort level of the other guys, tugging their cocks and loosening their balls like all guys did in a locker room.

Kirk could see he was out of his element, and he asked, "So how did you guys change at your school?"

"We just found a place in the hall and used the towels like I did just now. It's just habit. They didn't want the girls to see us."

"Oh, yeah, I suppose that's true.... Hey wait a sec... does that mean you never saw guys naked in school?"

"Nope. Never."

"Wow. Weird."

"Well, it is a different culture." Skye looked around again and his surprise registered on his normally placid face.

"Well," said, Kirk, "no need to worry about that here like I said. Just shuck off your stuff and get your practice gear.”

Reassured a little, Skye pulled on the wrestling shorts over his briefs.

"Hang on a second, bud," said Kirk." You're not gonna wrestle in gym shorts with tidy why tease underneath, are ya?"

"Sure. That's what I always did." He paused, then dropped his voice feeling he could trust Kirk. "Though to be honest, it was a drag. This is the only pair of underwear I've got."

Kirk's eyebrows rose."The only pair? You mean... for any thing? Don't you have a pair in your dorm for going to class or whatever?"

Skye's silence told him all.

"Wow..." Kirk whistled. "So then, every night you had to wash it..."

"Yeah. My grandma washed em every night, along with my other clothes for school. I used to get grief about wearing the same clothes every day, but I wasn't the only one. We were poor. Dirt poor."

"So then," resumed Kirk, "you were gonna wrestle in those old shorts and that ratty T-shirt."

"It's all I got," said Skye.

"No, it isn't," said Kirk. " I guess they didn't tell you. The school provides everything you need, from practice shirt and shorts, practice singlets, jockstrap, everything..."

"Jockstrap?"

"Yeah, jockstr... wait a sec... do you mean to tell me you don't know what a jockstrap is?"

"No."

Kirk sat stunned for a moment, but then remembered his courtesy.

"Oh, well, okay... um.. so here's mine." He pulled out a white athletic supporter from his locker. "I wear this for practice and matches. Keeps my balls in place, you know. Pretty important in wrestling." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Some guys go commando, which is obvious at matches, but not me, man. I want my balls protected as best they can be."

Skye said nothing. He looked at the jock.

With practiced, swift movements, Kirk pulled off his shirt, yanked down his jeans, revealing blue boxer-briefs, which he then also yanked down and before Skye knew it, his mentor was standing naked next to him.

"See?" said Kirk, "it's just no big deal. You're gonna have to get over it, man. Lemme show you how to put on a jockstrap." He opened the waistband wide and stepped into it, pulling it up fully, then bending his legs to adjust his balls in the pouch and running his fingers down the leg straps. Skye's eyes widened just a bit. He had seen some Native gear resembling this in ceremonies, but he had never in his life seen an athletic supporter on a muscled guy a foot away. He became aware that Kirk was talking to him:

"So, you gotta adjust your nuts and get em settled, see? Then you can pull on tight shorts for practice"--he held up a pair of maroon stretchy shorts-- "or regular loose gym shorts. I like the wrestling shorts.” He pulled those up and they clung to his pouched cock and balls tightly. He readjusted and grinned. "See?"

"Yeah, I see," said Skye. "But I don't have one of those." He took a moment to look around and sure enough, a number of guys were adjusting their balls in their jockstraps and a few were pulling up wrestling shorts without anything underneath. The normal lockerroom banter continued, including a couple of guys who shot their supporters like rubberbands at their buds, just to harass them and have a laugh.

"Like I said, though," said Kirk, "The school provides 'em. Look in your locker."

Skye opened his locker and saw a plastic box a few inches square. Kirk looked in and said, "Yeah, that's it. It's new, in a box. Grab it."

Skye took out the box from his locker and snapped it open.He removed the strap from the box and shook it out. The pure white strap almost gleamed.

"Ok, buddy, time to man up," grinned Kirk. "Lose the briefs."

Though he had plenty of Reservation toughness, Skye was nonetheless surprised by his shyness in this circumstance. But he couldn't lose face, so he reached inside his briefs waist band and slowly pushed them to his ankles and stepped out of them. It was the first time in his life he had been naked in front of another guy.

"There... not so hard, was it? .... I mean..." At that point Kirk glanced at Skye's penis, as any guy would. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed.

"What?" said Skye, almost panicked.

"Oh, sorry, man.... it's just that... well, sure don't know what you were all shy about. That's the biggest fuckin’ dick I've ever seen... and I've been in locker rooms for years. You must be super proud.”

Skye blushed. He had no idea about other guys' penis size, assuming his was the norm.

"Do you always talk about penis size to other guys?" he responded, trying to sound tough.

"Um.. well... actually yeah, now that you mention it. I mean, we joke about dicks all the time here in the locker room. Didn't you? Oh wait... sorry... you said you didn't have a locker room."

"That's right."

"Well, that just surprises me. I mean, as you can see, the guys here strip and do all kinds of stupid shit with their dicks: twirl 'em around, yank on 'em in some other guy's face, tuggin’ their balls... it's pretty normal lockerroom stuff."

"I see," said Sky passively.

"I mean..." Kirk laughed..."Brian over there gets a fuckin hard-on every time he hits the showers! He has for three years! He finally just gave up trying to hide it. When the guys razz him, which they still do, he just says, 'Yup. The fucker's got a mind of its own.'"

Skye allowed a smile to form on his lips. "I see."

"Well," said Kirk "don't just stand there jock in hand, buddy. Pull it on and let's get to practice. That is, if you think you can fit your junk in the pouch!" He playfully punched Skye in the arm. The freshman had an impulse to punch Kirk in the face as a response, but he instantly realized it was just in fun. His experience did not include this kind of horsing around, but he was quickly picking up that it was the norm, given the behavior he observed in the locker room.

He pulled up the athletic supporter slightly awkwardly, adjusted the three-inch waistband and reshuffled his large ballsac as he had seen Kirk do. He reached down to put his briefs in the paper bag and Kirk said, "Hang on, buddy. Lemme help you" and he reached over and untwisted one of the leg straps that ran along the side of Skye's muscled buttock. The touch sent a spark flying through Skye, but again he kept himself under control.

"C'mon, guys!" yelled one of the wrestlers. You just gonna stand there in your jocks all day? Coach wants us out there now!" Laughing, the guys started to file out. Kirk quickly pulled on his socks and wrestling shoes, and noticed that Skye reached in his bag again. "I think they also put shoes your size in your locker. Get 'em and let's go."

Skye, stunned, reached in and grabbed a pair of wrestling sneakers, the newest he'd ever had. Embarrassingly, he felt a tear starting to form in one eye a little at this generosity and abundance, but he mastered himself and just pulled them on.

"Ready," he said. And they headed to the wrestling mat.
.....WOW!...THIS IS GREAT!...kinda like actually being right-there!...it`s so real!.....I can definitely relate to SKYE!...and, KIRK seems *really-cool!*...what a great- guy!.....this is really good!...is there more?.....*loving* this!...I just kinda put myself in SKYE`S place in this!...such-a *really-GREAT-story!*
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
CH. 2


Two hours later, the gray metal door to the men's locker room creaked open and allowed an influx of about 20 wrestlers. The first practice of the season invariably caught them off guard; even the ones who worked on their fitness were never quite able to keep up with the demands of the coach, and knowing that this was just the beginning inspired one half of them and exhausted the other half.

Skye had never experienced anything like it. He was considered tough on the Rez, but the constant moving, twisting, and gripping of the sport left him with barely enough energy to walk. He got to his locker and, like so many of the other guys, flopped down on the bench. Kirk showed up a moment later and eased himself in beside him.

"Well, welcome to the team, dude," said the senior, smiling despite his fatigue."Bet you never had a practice like that, especially the first day." He stripped off his soaked gray practice shirt. For a moment, Skye looked at his guide with appraising eyes. He appreciated what it took to have a cut muscular body like Kirk's, and indeed his own body was one he was proud of.

Skye then turned and stared at his locker. Kirk looked at him and chuckled. "Yeah, " he said, "I can see this is new to you."

Skye turned a little. "I gotta admit, this is more than what we did for the Rez high school. But then, it oughtta be. I mean, this is college." The word college caught in his throat a little. Truth was, he never thought he'd even be in college, having no money and no prospects at all. It was only a chance meeting with the University of South Dakota coach at the high school wrestling championships the previous winter that had given him the confidence to apply, and the fact that the University had offered him a financial aid package was the sole reason he was now sitting, sweat-soaked, on a bench.

Kirk grinned at him, thinking about their first encounter two hours earlier. "So," he said, "how'd that jock work out for ya?"

Skye hesitated. He wasn't used to talking about intimate things, even with his friends. But he didn't want to lose face, so he looked Kirk square in the eyes and said, "I gotta admit I'm glad you told me about it. I felt like...well,you know, the 'boys' were safe, and that helped me focus on the moves."

Kirk was gratified to get such a candid answer. "Yeah, you looked pretty good out there, for a freshman. And now you can relax and work on other 'moves' in a little while." He grinned again and winked.

Skye felt some of his trepidation return. "Moves? You mean there are more moves I have to learn?"

Kirk laughed. "Naw, dude. I'm just messin' with you. You know... 'moves'?" He made a fist, put it between his thighs, and moved it back and forth. "Moves like this. Most guys do it after an intense workout."

Skye stared. He lowered his voice: "They do that here?"

Kirk smiled. "Nah, not usually. Sometimes, they joke around and yank on their dicks and stuff like that, but I've only ever seen one guy actually go at it in the showers. It was no big deal; in fact, a couple of guys cheered him on, and I think they'd have joined in with a little encouragement. Nah, I was just thinking of the dorms, that's all."

Skye responded,"You know, I haven't even been to my dorm room yet. I just got dropped off right before practice."

Kirk answered, "Oh, well you should be in Henderson Hall. that's where most of the wrestlers room."


Skye looked at him. "Sooo, the wrestlers live and practice together. Do they all eat together also?"

"Yep. It's a pretty tight bunch. You'll get to know 'em. Hey, I'm gonna hit the showers. I'll see you there."

He shucked off his short sand jock and left them in a pile on the bench as he grabbed his towel, draped it over his shoulders, and headed toward the large shower room. As before, Skye found himself staring at the relaxed gait, the muscular stride that his friend and mentor showed as he walked naked. It was almost a swagger. An old specter of modesty emerged in Skye's mind. Was he really ready to walk naked among a group of men he'd never met? He had never done that in his life, but he was beginning to see that his mindset from the Rez was rather narrow; Kirk had said that all the guys on the team showered like this, and Skye could hear the banter going on back and forth in the shower, along with a good deal of laughter. That noise, the steam, and the utter depletion of his energy in practice melded together and he felt it was time to adjust, so he pulled off his shirt, put his fingers in his shorts waistband and yanked down his shorts. He stood for a moment in just his strap; he was amazed at how natural it felt and also how it seemed to exude some kind of masculine power, like getting ready for battle. He looked down and actually gasped. Seeing his jock pouch mounded and full made him feel proud. He remembered that Kirk had whistled at the size of Skye's penis and his low hanging balls, but he also knew he himself had no experience with locker rooms and therefore no chance to compare. Skye stood in his jock staring into space, staring into space as his mind took him down paths of images, rather like the trances he'd heard that his ancestors experienced, as recounted by older men on the Rez.

A vicious sting on his left buttock brought him instantly to his senses.

"Hey dude! You just gonna stand there in your sweaty jock or you gonna take a shower?" Skye turned to see three wrestlers, naked, with towels in their hands, laughing as one of them twisted up his towel into a rat tail and seemed like he was about to flick it at Skye.

Skye felt a volcano of anger throbbing inside him, but then the guy with the wound up towel said, "Here, I got you a towel" and he tossed him a clean, folded white towel from the stack that sat by the showers. "I'm just messin' with you, buddy. No hard feelings." Skye hardly knew what to do with the fury that had emerged inside him, but the other fellow's gentle answer floated and landed like a balm, and Skye felt himself relax.

"You're Skye, right? I'm Brad, and these two dorks are Will and Kevin." Brad stuck out his hand, and after a moment, Skye shook it, as he then did with the other two. The scene of him wearing just his jock and shaking HANDS with three guys who were naked was startling, odd, and even slightly humorous.

"Hey," said Skye, like an awkward oaf meeting the cool kids at a party. A momentary silence settled on the group.

"So," said Will, " howdya like that first practice. Rough, huh?" Kevin chimed in, "Right? Fuckin coach always starts the year like that. Seems crazy to me, wearing everybody out when we have four more days of practice this week." The instant ease with which they spoke to him somehow smoothed over Skye's initial awkwardness , and he said, "Well, yeah. I mean, I didn't expect that the first day."

"Yeah, I'll bet," responded Will. "Different from high school, I'll bet. What school did you wrestle at anyway? Some place local?"

Skye was surprised. His skin tone and facial features usually made it clear he was Native American, and almost all the Natives were educated on the reservation.

Brad smacked Will on his heavily muscled arm. "Don't be a dumbshit. He's from the Rez, right?"

Skye said nothing.

"Oh, duh," exclaimed Will. "Sorry, man. I should have known."

"Well," said Skye, "it would have been a good guess, though not all of us stay on the Rez." A slightly uncomfortable pause. Then Brad: "Well, dude, we're gonna hit the showers and I'll see if I can get these two to keep their hands off each other's peckers." That broke the ice and Kevin threw his towel in Brad's face and barked, "Yeah, you'd like to see that, wouldnja, Mr Soap-up-my-cock-for-half-an hour!" The trio laughed and even Skye smiled. Though not accustomed to this banter, he could see how it cemented their friendship.

Brad was an old campaigner in the verbal taunt department: "At least I CAN work it for half an hour and not lose my load in the first 30 seconds... as all the ladies here on campus will tell you is the case with my studly friend Kevin, here."

"Well," chimed in Will, "at least all the ones he's slept with... and that makes how many, Kevin? Nearly ONE, was it?"

Kevin merely grabbed his own penis and ballsac in one hand, shook it at his buds, exclaimed, "I can't argue that. With all my conquests, it'd take all afternoon... kinda like your mom!" And with that, he turned and scampered off to the showers, his impressive sac swaying as the others gave chase.

Skye was quick to realize that this kind of dialogue was the conversational currency of the team, and he watched the three muscle-bound guys head to the shower: Brad, a model of 6 foot plus lean muscle, pale skin, brown hair and green eyes, with massive thighs, beefy arms, and a rock solid butt. Kevin, on the lower side of six feet, beautifully tapering biceps and granite quads, olive skinned bespeaking some southern European heritage, and Will, only about 5'8" but sculpted like a statue, with smooth black skin. Clearly, they were in their third year of wrestling, and the conversation of a few minutes before showed how comfortable they were with each other--so much at ease, in fact, that it was simple for them to joke around with Skye only moments after meeting him. All this was a quick study for Skye, who became increasingly aware of a kind of emptiness in his male psyche that could only be filled by guys his age just being guys. Although Skye could not have articulated before now the need to be part of the joking, touching, and even the unexpected warmth of this group, he now knew, with the awareness that dawns on a sleeper who has just awakened, that he had better embrace this group of men before it slipped away as so many things had in his life.

The noise of raucous laughter and hooting pulled him from his reverie. He paused, put his fingers inside the waistband of his jockstrap, and pushed it down. In a moment of almost childlike imitation, he placed it on the bench and then adjusted it by twisting the waistband and one of the leg straps so it mirrored the exact position of Kirk's. He did this without even thinking, and a moment later smiled at his silly behavior, but he left his jock as a unspoken tribute to his mentor.

He grabbed his towel and then paused again. He'd noticed some guys wrapped the towel around their waists as they headed to the showers, but some just looped it around their neck and shoulders or just draped it off one shoulder and walked to the showers, usually tugging away at their nuts, happy to have them freed from the confines of a jock pouch. Some instinct told Skye that if he didn't get his ass to the showers immediately, he'd get grief from the other guys--possibly teasing about shyness? In what was perhaps one of the bravest moments in a life full of courage, he shrugged and draped the towel over one shoulder and headed for the first group shower of his life.
 
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