What "triggered" your interest in jockstraps?

[Always Strapped]

I'm wondering what actually "triggered" our interest in jockstraps. For me it was the fact that, in my mid-teens, I had my first "crush" -- my high-school football coach. I found him very attractive, but it wasn't until the first time I saw him in a jockstrap that I finally understood, deep down, that my attraction to him was sexual in nature. (Interestingly, my fellow students, the guys my age, really didn't appeal to me very much. As it turns out, I've always been drawn to men older than me.) I had already been wearing jockstraps for sports before then and liked them, but that nailed it. Jockstraps suddenly took on a powerfully erotic dimension for me, and have remained that way for me ever since. Back then, however (it was around 1970), I wasn't willing to accept the fact that I was gay, so I deeply suppressed my sexuality, refusing to admit it to myself. That would take another seven or eight years, not until I was 23. Anyway, that's how it started for me. What about you?

 

[ScottTheJockGuy]

Since I can remember, I've been fascinated and aroused at how athletic supporters accentuate the male bulge. I also love that jockstraps are uniquely male, like classic tighty whities and urinals.

Absolutely!

 

[viperaus]

Growing up in Australia no one wore a jockstrap, as compensation in the 70's and 80's men would wear speedos anywhere. My first exposure to a jockstrap was in gay porn and I found them so sexy. It wasn't until years later in the states I bought some Bike jockstraps. I was hooked. Now I wear GB2 under my suit at work as they are incredibly comfortable and sexy as hell.

 

[BULGEHOUND]

OH, those naughty urinals! I have vivid memories of one of our very STR8 teenage apprentices causing a police visit to one of our office tower washrooms because he «worked-over» some guy who, without permission squeezed his buns from the next urinal. Because of that those of us who needed to use those washrooms began «checking» if we walked by and not long after we discovered a high school twink bent over a washbasin with a much bigger and butcher top giving him a five-star ream-out which the twink was thoroughly enjoying. When I simply hinted that they should re-convene elsewhere, the twink got in my face and told me «call the cops and see where you get with it...» and, sure enough, although «removed» within the hour by the cops, the twink was right back the next day, buns beautifully framed by a very expensive designer jockstrap, inviting more action. While the «show» was enormously titillating not everyone agreed and finally the building manager arranged a Security Guard walk-thru of all the lower-floor washrooms. Insatiable Jocked-Buns Cutie-Twink disappeared shortly thereafter, and, as far as I could determine, didn't even have the good grace to leave his jock on one of the coathooks. <:—[[[

 

[Opinionman]

OH, those naughty urinals! I have vivid memories of one of our very STR8 teenage apprentices causing a police visit to one of our office tower washrooms because he «worked-over» some guy who, without permission squeezed his buns from the next urinal. Because of that those of us who needed to use those washrooms began «checking» if we walked by and not long after we discovered a high school twink bent over a washbasin with a much bigger and butcher top giving him a five-star ream-out which the twink was thoroughly enjoying. When I simply hinted that they should re-convene elsewhere, the twink got in my face and told me «call the cops and see where you get with it...» and, sure enough, although «removed» within the hour by the cops, the twink was right back the next day, buns beautifully framed by a very expensive designer jockstrap, inviting more action. While the «show» was enormously titillating not everyone agreed and finally the building manager arranged a Security Guard walk-thru of all the lower-floor washrooms. Insatiable Jocked-Buns Cutie-Twink disappeared shortly thereafter, and, as far as I could determine, didn't even have the good grace to leave his jock on one of the coathooks. <:—[[[

That post is fuckin poetry!

 

[BULGEHOUND]

While the «Little Fireplug Stud» whose huge jockbulge I've chronicled before is branded into my sexual psyche, it was another jock exposure which cemented my jockstrap fetish. That centres around the first brilliant white BIKE #10 I ever sighted. Before that all BIke #10s (my own several included) were «unbleached cotton» and although comfortable left a lot to be desired in the appearance department unless hugely filled and bulging. But then it happened.... cruising the tote basket racks, I spied a Brilliant White Jock with the telltale BIKE logo. The cotton was thicker and softer and the brilliant white was eye-catching. Pulling it out from its owner's tote basket I read «Bike PRO» on the label and then saw stiched underneath one of those woven ID labels with the owner's name and immediately visualized that gorgeous swimmer-body jock with a head of tight short, sensuous blond curls, who had just arrived from an exclusive American boarding school. Since I couldn't «replace» that jock I could only huff it and hurriedly replace it and pretend to be opening my own tote if I heard approaching footsteps. I searched in vain for years to find one like it but at least, as a result, developed a collection of jocks which at its peak numbered almost 500 not including over 100 Hardcups and several dozen GoalieCups and MA GroinCups. LOTS of erotic memories connected to jocks, cups, and the studs who wear them!

 

[Deleted member 1819]

Got my first jockstrap for Farm league baseball. And also see my uncles jock. Fascinated every since

 

[BULGEHOUND]

One of my great «old age» pleasures is spotting a studly little blue-collar butch and «undressing» him to find he's wearing a jock with a heavily-loaded pouch under those jeans or coveralls. Sometimes the bulge is excitingly obvious. I see three such fairly regularly (tire shop, glass works, and produce market) they're all small, cute, and enormously studly. I'm currently scheming how I can find a discrete way to «tip» them with a gift-boxed JOCK. Years ago I actually did that to a super-studly musician and amateur body-builder friend. For his birthday I gave him a profile-enhancing designer thong for posing (that must have turned a few heads because he was VERY heavily hung) and three more mainstream JOCKS «just to keep everything comfy». I never did get him to model any of them but I got a lot of pleasure IMAGINING him strutting his stuff on the posing platform and in the weight room. He's long-married with a houseful of kids, but we're still social friiends. I've learned to live with the idea that , hopefully, his wife is enjoying a very studly jock and keeping him content.

 

[BULGEHOUND]

One of my great «old age» pleasures is spotting a studly little blue-collar butch and «undressing» him to find he's wearing a jock with a heavily-loaded pouch under those jeans or coveralls. Sometimes the bulge is excitingly obvious. I see three such fairly regularly (tire shop, glass works, and produce market) they're all small, cute, and enormously studly. I'm currently scheming how I can find a discrete way to «tip» them with a gift-boxed JOCK. Years ago I actually did that to a super-studly musician and amateur body-builder friend. For his birthday I gave him a profile-enhancing designer thong for posing (that must have turned a few heads because he was VERY heavily hung) and three more mainstream JOCKS «just to keep everything comfy». I never did get him to model any of them but I got a lot of pleasure IMAGINING him strutting his stuff on the posing platform and in the weight room. He's long-married with a houseful of kids, but we're still social friiends. I've learned to live with the idea that , hopefully, his wife is enjoying a very studly jock and keeping him content.

 

[Jockboy00]

Growing up in Australia no one wore a jockstrap, as compensation in the 70's and 80's men would wear speedos anywhere. My first exposure to a jockstrap was in gay porn and I found them so sexy. It wasn't until years later in the states I bought some Bike jockstraps. I was hooked. Now I wear GB2 under my suit at work as they are incredibly comfortable and sexy as hell.

GB2?

 

[Jocked Runner]

While the «Little Fireplug Stud» whose huge jockbulge I've chronicled before is branded into my sexual psyche, it was another jock exposure which cemented my jockstrap fetish. That centres around the first brilliant white BIKE #10 I ever sighted. Before that all BIke #10s (my own several included) were «unbleached cotton» and although comfortable left a lot to be desired in the appearance department unless hugely filled and bulging. But then it happened.... cruising the tote basket racks, I spied a Brilliant White Jock with the telltale BIKE logo. The cotton was thicker and softer and the brilliant white was eye-catching. Pulling it out from its owner's tote basket I read «Bike PRO» on the label and then saw stiched underneath one of those woven ID labels with the owner's name and immediately visualized that gorgeous swimmer-body jock with a head of tight short, sensuous blond curls, who had just arrived from an exclusive American boarding school. Since I couldn't «replace» that jock I could only huff it and hurriedly replace it and pretend to be opening my own tote if I heard approaching footsteps. I searched in vain for years to find one like it but at least, as a result, developed a collection of jocks which at its peak numbered almost 500 not including over 100 Hardcups and several dozen GoalieCups and MA GroinCups. LOTS of erotic memories connected to jocks, cups, and the studs who wear them!

Wow! That is devotion to the cause. Sounds like a magnificent collection. We’re they all new or used and aromatic?

 

[JockMe]

7th grade in the mid 70’s I got my first jock. The minute I opened the box I couldn’t wait to put it on. I wore it under my jeans the entire weekend. I wore it under my pajamas to bed until I took it to school and had to leave it in my gym locker.

 

[JockMe]

7th grade in the mid 70’s I got my first jock. The minute I opened the box I couldn’t wait to put it on. I wore it under my jeans the entire weekend. I wore it under my pajamas to bed until I took it to school and had to leave it in my gym locker.

Seeing the other guys in their jocks was exciting. To this day I like seeing a package in in an athletic jock.

My desire to jock up continues to this day 45 years later.

 

[BULGEHOUND]

It was a very mixed collection. I would buy jocks and cups whenever I travelled — USA, England — (I think I've already posted a bit on that); but I took every opportunity to beg for a «keepsake» from the various studs I enjoyed, and at one point actually got up the courage to offer «trades» and «upgrades» to teammates and other guys at the dojo. One of my all-time favourite CUPS was one I got from a Major League hockey player who had been shipped off to a Rehab Centre for addicts which was located in my area. I met him stumbling out of a downtown bar, thumbing for a ride. He was SO gorgeous that I couldn't resist picking him up as drunk and unlikely a «score» as he was. When I asked where he was going he was evasive but indicated a road not far from my home so I agreed to drop him off. As we drove down that road he asked me to turn into a driveway and park for a few minutes «so I can sober up a bit».... I hardly had the motor stopped when I found my hand plunked firmly on a raging boner as he pulled me towards him and plunged a hot, sweet tongue into my mouth. He then suggested we could «get more comfortable» in a cottage down the hill «owned by my cousin». The KEY was under a stone beside the walkway and he wasted no time in getting us to a bedroom, yanking off all our clothes and we spent the next couple of hours having wild orgasms in every imaginable position. As suddenly as he had started he stopped, looked at his watch, swore and said «I gotta get back to the Centre before they discover I'm AWOL...» so as quickly as we had arrived I drove him down the road to the Addiction Centre and dropped him off. I only saw evidence of him once again when I found a well-worn cupjock hanging on the door-handle of my truck with a little card tucked into the cup-pocket: «Thanks for the good time...Your JockStud». I always hoped and prayed that this magnificent man made it through treatment and was able to come to grips with the reason he had turned to drugs: his insatiable, powerful attraction to other MEN which at that time was an absolute taboo. «We've come a long way, baby!» and I hope he has too.

 

[BULGEHOUND]

S

Somebody wore a jock strap for SAILING?!

OH YES... ALWAYS JOCKED when sailing. Reason #1 COMFORT; Reason #2 on many occasions the discreeet (and sometimes brash) exposure of my jock has led to some VERY PLEASURABLE après-sail action. I never actually WORE the RC#2 because it wasn't quite snug enough in the waist but HUFFING it while discreetly ogling the many scantily-clothed studly sailors sauntering up and down the jetties was the next best thing to actually milking them. FYI — COMPETITIVE SAILING is not a sport for the weak of body... and climbing a spar to untangle snagged sheets requires strength and agility superior to most gymnastics practitioners and is a hell of a lot riskier. Just sayin'. [:—]]]]]

 

[BULGEHOUND]

Seeing the other guys in their jocks was exciting. To this day I like seeing a package in in an athletic jock.

My desire to jock up continues to this day 45 years later.

I'm with you... I'm never happier than when I"m JOCKED.... under jeans; under my TUX [!!!]; under pyjamas; naked except for; well basically ANY time. Whenever I was horny going to bed I would dig out one of my «Bedroom Jocks» and sometimes my «Bedroom Cup» and if there was enough TV noise downstairs I could beat off furiously with my balls being pounded on the top of the cup until I had a mind-blowing orgasm...or two....or three and was totally drained and exhausted. Now that's the best recipe I know for a good night's sleep! <8—}

 

[BULGEHOUND]

I was browsing porn sites as a young curious guys. I had been very into masturbation videos and came across a guy jerking off while wearing his jock. He was rubbing and sniffing his ball musk. Once he was too hard for his jock, he popped his cock out the side and continued jerking. He came a massive load and rubbed it on his jock when he was finished. From that moment on I was hypnotized by jocks. I wanted to do the exact same thing as this man.

Would love to see some pix of you «doing what you love...»! <;—————Q

 

[viperaus]

GB2?

Good Boy Gone Bad AKA GB2- a brand of Jockstrap.
They have a larger pouch for comfort.

 

[singlet wrestler]

I was 8 years old Judo I was changing out of my Dogi A older student was wearing a jock and putting on his Dogi on first jock encounter .I was given a jock in HS by a team mat He saw I was having bad time in compression shorts Wrestling most time I am jocked

 

[Dm106]

S

Somebody wore a jock strap for SAILING?!

When I was a little kid, my dad did, that was the first time I saw a jock - I was probably 5.

 

[Deleted member 2278]

My cousin played baseball before I did. I remember seeing his white jockstrap and cup in the hamper. Damp, musky, some piss. I buried my nose in it haha. Tried it on. I was like 10 I think.

 

[Opinionman]

When I was a little kid, my dad did, that was the first time I saw a jock - I was probably 5.

Good man, your dad! I recall being 12 at the California beach, and my Dad tugging at his beige swim trunks and saying, "I got sand all in my jockstrap." I had only just discovered jockstraps the year before and the mere WORD was galvanizing enough to make me get kinda hard. I certainly viewed them as what guys who were grown wore; I saw plenty of that at my boys' school, thank God. But I had never heard my dad be what I considered "explicit" (even tho' it was perfectly tame language).
That's the vacation where I shot my first load at age 12. I have been masturbating for maybe a year without being able to shoot.
I also recall that my dad told me to go to the back of the house we were renting and take off my suit so he could use the hose to wash off the salt and sand. This seemed perfectly sensible to me, but I have a memory of kind of WANTING to show off to my dad--to show him I was growing up. That too seemed normal. So I waited there, naked for a minute till he returned.
In retrospect, I have a feeling this was his way of checking out his son to see if he (me) was developing normally. He just disguised it with this request. It was in no way creepy or inappropriate; just a dad wanting to make sure all was well. But, as I said, I was proud to show off. Have been ever since!

 

[NCTallguy]

When I was much younger… we’d go to the YMCA and I remember seeing a few older men in white jockstraps. Every part of me wanted to put my face in that bulge and would go home and dream about being in bed with one of them in their jocks.

 

[Jockstrap Jimmy]

The first time I put on an "athletic supporter", as my mom referred to it when she gave it to me, it felt and looked like sexy male lingerie more so than anything athletic. It seemed to be a magical undergarment, the way it excited my cock and balls. I was drawn to look at pics of guys in jockstraps (and an older man in the locker room) because of the jockstrap. I otherwise wouldn't have paid any attention.

 

[Deleted member 2352]

For me it was finding my Dad's jockstrap and trying it on...instant hard on! After that, seeing my 7th grade gym coach in his jockstrap and I was completely hard and hooked on these magnificent and unique masculine sports equipment!

Same here! Found my dad's old swimmer jock one day in jr high I think, tried it on and it was like a switch flipped. like "holy mackerel!" what is this feeling? I knew right then I was hooked on cupping my junk! wore that strap out wearing it and stretching it into many unplanned configurations!

 

[Jack]

My mother and father also called jocks "athletic supporters". I'll never forget my dad getting ready to take us to a public pool when I was around 7 or 8 and my mother calling up to my father where his athletic supporter and swim trunks were. I remember being shocked at him stepping out of his baggy boxers shorts and pulling on his jock and his butt poking through the straps in the rear. Years later when I was starting middle school sports he took me to the sporting goods store to buy some for myself. He was very insistent that I wore them for sports including the ones without a cup for basketball. It was about that time that my parents started buying me boxers instead of jockey shorts for underwear. I had to wear the jocks for basketball because the boxers would hang out past the bottom of my gym shorts.