Alex Bralmy
Jockstrap lover / Bulge worshiper
Thanks in advance for reading this. Some of you may already have heard this story, but I wanted to open up the discussion to all the guys here. What the fuck is it about jockstraps?
For me, it started in the 9th grade. That’s when I saw my first jockstrap in the flesh, and man—it was grade-A prime.
September, 1977. Junior-Senior High School, boys locker room. I don’t remember his name, but I’ll never forget the sight of him. He was a senior, dark haired and athletic. A stacked young man entering his prime with a fine, full pelt of brown chest hair trailing down to and under the waistband of a white Bike jockstrap. He was the first true, real man I ever saw naked, or nearly so. He stood there confidently, talking to a friend. I stared a split second too long. He caught it and returned with a sharp, sideways head tilt and an air kiss. I knew he was being dismissive, but, at the same time, he was also being kind. He could have outed me in a locker room full of older boys. Instead, he privately acknowledged my worshipful gaze with a nonchalant and unspoken “yeah little fucker- I know you want this and I don’t blame you one bit”.
Since that day I’ve always been a sucker for men in jockstraps. Whether it’s the elastic, bulge-gripping webbed pouch, or the wide waistband, or the way the straps accentuates a man’s ass I don’t know. Or care. There’s a uniquely masculine confidence and appealing vulnerability of a man in a jock that always makes me hard.
What about you? I always like to hear other men’s experiences and thoughts on jockstraps. It’s a guy thing.
Pic is of me. Drop one of your own and tell us your story.
For me, it started in the 9th grade. That’s when I saw my first jockstrap in the flesh, and man—it was grade-A prime.
September, 1977. Junior-Senior High School, boys locker room. I don’t remember his name, but I’ll never forget the sight of him. He was a senior, dark haired and athletic. A stacked young man entering his prime with a fine, full pelt of brown chest hair trailing down to and under the waistband of a white Bike jockstrap. He was the first true, real man I ever saw naked, or nearly so. He stood there confidently, talking to a friend. I stared a split second too long. He caught it and returned with a sharp, sideways head tilt and an air kiss. I knew he was being dismissive, but, at the same time, he was also being kind. He could have outed me in a locker room full of older boys. Instead, he privately acknowledged my worshipful gaze with a nonchalant and unspoken “yeah little fucker- I know you want this and I don’t blame you one bit”.
Since that day I’ve always been a sucker for men in jockstraps. Whether it’s the elastic, bulge-gripping webbed pouch, or the wide waistband, or the way the straps accentuates a man’s ass I don’t know. Or care. There’s a uniquely masculine confidence and appealing vulnerability of a man in a jock that always makes me hard.
What about you? I always like to hear other men’s experiences and thoughts on jockstraps. It’s a guy thing.
Pic is of me. Drop one of your own and tell us your story.