While that might be a valid reason for “adjustments,” I suspect the real subconscious motivator is that every man enjoys the familiar sensations and continuing pleasure of his own hand(s)
touching/stroking 
his (or a buddy’s) penis and ball-sack. A firm grip (or a slight tease) in your own jock pouch…. What we learn first, becomes a lifetime of “practice till perfect”
One that wants to get fucked. Oh, wait — you mean the strap. Oooops.What jock is this?
OMG. My teen years exactly.What jock is this?
What jock is this?
Yes, I remember them but was never able to actually GET one. I seem to recall that their ads emphasized «colourful» and «fashion-conscious» as well as the typical «support» and «modesty» blather of the major brands. My Dad had a pair of Jantzen Wool Swim Trunks with a jock-like liner with a quilted front piece (couldn't really call it a «pouch») whose main purpose seemed to be to hide any outline of the contents. It nonetheless produced a modest but visible bulge.
damn wish i had me one of those
You hit it. It's the UNSELFCONSCIOUSNESS that makes this hot. That's why I always prefer real athletic supporters to the "fashion" models so prevalent now. a real jock just grabs his strap, pulls it on, and heads to practice. My go-to image for this was a beefy guy in hs that put on his white jockeys backwards and didn't realize even after stripping them off in the locker room. So hot
I think this is Scott O'Hara,the "biggest cock in SanFrancisco." I saw him featured many times on the boxes of porn videos in the late 70's and the 80's
The first time I saw Jeff Stryker, I think, was at an an adult bookstore around 1986, in "bigger than Life," I'm pretty sure. This fuck talk, which later in his career was mocked by some, really got me off. I spilled gallons of cum over him
Omg JSGuy,
A few years ago I had an occasional fuck-buddy who had an alleged Jeff Stryker dildo mould of his cock which I’d get him to use on me if he came first, or even let me borrow from time to time.
Yes, Stryker certainly was «jizzworthy», I too enjoyed jerking off to many of his «bulging» pix, however my TOP JO model was, for years, ROBERT DURANTON who I first encountered in Le Grand Lasrousse's definition for JOCKSTRAP illustrated by a pose of Duranton clad in a strange-looking pouch affair which was HUGELY BULGING and for a budding bulgehound transfixing. I traced the source of the photo to discover the model's name and then began collecting Duranton photos everywhere I could find them. I was 14 at the time and the entire operation, including my «sniff collection» which already had several well-seasoned jocks found here and there took place timorously under the eagle eye of my mother who, upon discovering my stash of the jocks I was actually wearing declared: you've got enough of those to outfit the US Army (how did SHE know?). Some of my collection began to disappear — discovered, declared «rotten», and burned ) — those were the days of the backyard «incinerator». It was also the era of few if any Clothes Dryers so my jocks got hung to dry in the damp basement because, of course, hanging «intimates» visibly on the outdoor clothesline was considered gauche and perhaps even embarrassing. Interestingly, years later biking through a bedroom community of Montréal I nearly crashed my bike as, coming round a corner I found myself almost face-into a clothesline with at least 50 jockstraps hung on it. My partner at the time kept close wantch on my biking activities for days afterward, certain I wouldn't be able to resist pilfering at least a few of them.
I remember some of these photos but not how intensely erotic they are! REAL MEN in REAL JOCKS with bulges in all the right places.
.....hey there BULGEHOUND, I also had a HOT NEIGHBOR much like THAT!...RIGHT ACROSS-THE-STREET!...I LOVED whenever he would be out washing-his-car without a shirt on!...then, I would decide to MOW-THE-LAWN (after putting-on-my trusty BIKE jockstrap and some short-shorts)...so I`d have a valid-reason to be outside, and be able-to-keep-glancing-over-there to check-him-out-better!...there would often be a jockstrap or two hanging-on-his-clothes-line!...OH, how I do "miss" CLOTHESLINES!
Yes, that's how I learned what brands/models of jockstraps were being sold locally (in those days mostly «under the counter») I'd spot them on clotheslines often knowing they belonged to a local jockstud and that had TWO effects: (1) a clue of how to hunt down a jock like that; and (2) the source of countless Wet Dreams and fantasy JO sessions.
Hockey players rock jocks best
Yeah! and he had a namesake in my hometown who looked a lot like him. I tried, and tried, and tried to get that stud «into bed» but somehow SOMEthing always spoiled those attempted deflowerings. Arrrrrgh! He was SO EDIBLE!!! I hope SOMEBODY is enjoying him!
"From arsehole to breakfast time"?? WTF? Never heard that one.A few years ago I had an occasional fuck-buddy who had an alleged Jeff Stryker dildo mould of his cock which I’d get him to use on me if he came first, or even let me borrow from time to time.
It certainly split me from arsehole to breakfast time as the saying goes.
Loved the reminiscence, but extra points for using ‘timorously’ in a sentence! Good on ya.
My brother-in-law is retired NHL (my brother is retired MLB). He’s definitely humpworthy, particularly strapped.
Why don’t you buy one and start using it? Who knows? It might catch on with all the young neighborhood guys??
