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Alex Bralmy

Alex Bralmy

Jockstrap lover / Bulge worshiper
ERICGRIFF said:
Well im not sure if i would call them vintage. They look like regular ones to me but cannot see the brand name. I think what one can call vintage depends on ones age. Im 70 years old and the 1980,s does not seem too long ago.
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Haha! some of my favorite jocks are old enough to vote, but I wouldn’t call them vintage. Classic is a better descriptor.
 
BillyC

BillyC

If not commando, then jocked.
packedstrap said:
That is the retro jockstrap the new BIKE should have resected. The traditional strap in tan with the red tracer lines and then used a pouch from their standard jockstrap and on the waffle thing from DUKE they used.
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I kind stalled at the Richard Simmons headband! I’d better take another look. 🤣
 
briefsguy773

briefsguy773

Jockstrap Fan
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Timothy

Timothy

Jockstrap Fan
Opinionman said:
Not quite like yours but I too took piano lessons growing up and around the age of 14, if I got to my teacher's house early, I sometimes wandered into her son's bedroom (he was 3 yrs older) and by chance (or was it FATE?) I opened at random to a page relatively early in "The Godfather" (which was all in the news in 1974) and read a sex scene in which the man and woman ran up stairs and he "stuck it in me" and "the inside of me felt like boiled macaroni for a week" (or some such phrasing). Instant hard on, of course. Once discovered, I tried to read that passage weekly (and recover weakly).
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I think the phrase was “wet noodles”…. Either way, it always gave me a very young hard-on too.
 
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Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Timothy said:
I think the phrase was “wet noodles”…. Either way, it always gave me a very young hard-on too.
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I'll wager a jockstrap that it wasn't "wet noodles." I'm gonna double down on "macaroni". Now, I've tried to locate that passage online but have failed so far. Wanna participate in the search? I'm going to the library in a couple of days. maybe I can find the actual book.
 
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Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Timothy said:
I think the phrase was “wet noodles”…. Either way, it always gave me a very young hard-on too.
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Found it! (readanybook.com):
Sandra was a coarse, good-natured woman who had been born in Italy but brought to America as a small child. She was strongly built with great breasts and had already borne three children. Sandra and the other women teased Connie about the terrors of the nuptial bed. "My God," Sandra had giggled, "when I saw that pole of Sonny's for the first time and realized he was going to stick it into me, I yelled bloody murder. After the first year, my insides felt as much as macaroni boiled for an hour.When I heard he was doing the job on other girls, I went to church and lit a candle."
They had all laughed but Lucy had felt her flesh twitching between her legs.
Now as she ran up the steps toward Sonny a tremendous flash of desire went through her body. On the landing Sonny grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall into an empty bedroom. Her legs went weak as the door closed behind them. She felt Sonny's mouth on hers, his lips tasting of burnt tobacco, bitter. She opened her mouth. At that moment, she felt his hand come up beneath her bridesmaid's gown, heard the rustle of material going way, felt his large warm hand between her legs, ripping aside the satin panties to caress her vulva.... Her hand closed around an enormous, blood-gorged pole of muscle. It pulsated like an animal...


(I need hardly point out that the phrase "an enormous, blood-gorged pole of muscle" gripped my imagination much more vividly than the passage about a vulva.

I couldn't copy and paste this, so I typed it out for ya!)
 
Timothy

Timothy

Jockstrap Fan
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Opinionman said:
Found it! (readanybook.com):
Sandra was a coarse, good-natured woman who had been born in Italy but brought to America as a small child. She was strongly built with great breasts and had already borne three children. Sandra and the other women teased Connie about the terrors of the nuptial bed. "My God," Sandra had giggled, "when I saw that pole of Sonny's for the first time and realized he was going to stick it into me, I yelled bloody murder. After the first year, my insides felt as much as macaroni boiled for an hour.When I heard he was doing the job on other girls, I went to church and lit a candle."
They had all laughed but Lucy had felt her flesh twitching between her legs.
Now as she ran up the steps toward Sonny a tremendous flash of desire went through her body. On the landing Sonny grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall into an empty bedroom. Her legs went weak as the door closed behind them. She felt Sonny's mouth on hers, his lips tasting of burnt tobacco, bitter. She opened her mouth. At that moment, she felt his hand come up beneath her bridesmaid's gown, heard the rustle of material going way, felt his large warm hand between her legs, ripping aside the satin panties to caress her vulva.... Her hand closed around an enormous, blood-gorged pole of muscle. It pulsated like an animal...


(I need hardly point out that the phrase "an enormous, blood-gorged pole of muscle" gripped my imagination much more vividly than the passage about a vulva.

I couldn't copy and paste this, so I typed it out for ya!
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You’re beyond awesome opinionman! Thank you for the wonderful clarification!

Now, what do I do with my engorged Boner?
 
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Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Timothy said:
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You’re beyond awesome opinionman! Thank you for the wonderful clarification!

Now, what do I do with my engorged Boner?
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Well, you could boil some macaroni, let it cool and then fuck your dinner. That's what writer Philip Roth describes in Portnoy's Complaint. Do you know that book? Porn wrapped up in literature. If you want to know the passage,I'll try to find it.
 
Timothy

Timothy

Jockstrap Fan
Opinionman said:
Well, you could boil some macaroni, let it cool and then fuck your dinner. That's what writer Philip Roth describes in Portnoy's Complaint. Do you know that book? Porn wrapped up in literature. If you want to know the passage,I'll try to find it.
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Oh, yes, please do my friend! Thank you
 
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Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
There it is. From Portnoy's Complaint by Philip Roth. This was a scandalous book when it appeared. It was very close to pornography but also had a high literary merit. Most importantly, it sold a zillion copies. I read it at age 23 when I discovered it at a professor's house where I was house sitting. I was captivated, partly because the writing is so vivid but also because it describes overwhelming male horniness to a T.

"The bus, the bus, what intervened on the bus to prevent me from coming all over the sleeping shikse‘s arm—I don’t know. Common sense, you think? Common decency? My right mind, as they say, coming to the fore? Well, where is this right mind on that afternoon I came home from school to find my mother out of the house, and our refrigerator stocked with a big purplish piece of raw liver? I believe that I have already confessed to the piece of liver that I bought in a butcher shop and banged behind a billboard on the way to a bar mitzvah lesson. Well, I wish to make a clean breast of it, Your Holiness. That—she—it—wasn’t my first piece. My first piece I had in the privacy of my own home, rolled round my cock in the bathroom at three-thirty—and then had again on the end of a fork, at five-thirty, along with the other members of that poor innocent family of mine.

So. Now you know the worst thing I have ever done. I fucked my own family’s dinner." <---- remember laughing till I couldn't breathe when I first read this!
 
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