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July 29, 2011
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Where my jockstrap lovers at? Seriously, I hope at least 90% of you are raising your hands at the computer screen right now. Is it the locker room fantasies that are so tightly tied to them or the beautiful window they create framing such fine daddy asses? Perhaps it's the fun that comes with using one as a saddle of sorts. Whatever the reason, dem jocks can make for a steamy session of fun. Our friends over at JockStrapCentral.com were kind enough to indulge our love/fetish for them and we're giving away a 4-pack of Omtex Gym Supporters (one of each color - black, blue, grey and white) to 3 lucky Daddyhunt members. But only if you promise to share pics of you in them if you win. Kidding. Sort of.

And because we love a good love story involving jockstraps, here's a little background from business partners and couple Adrian and John, "Our goal with Jockstrap Central was to not only create an online store that was easy use, with personalized customer service, but to also create one that was as sexually charged as the products we were carrying. Sure, there's lots of guys who love jockstraps for their comfort and support, but even the die-hard sports jock wearers can't deny how horned up they feel in them. Although we're not a porn site and we don't show gratuitous nudity, we sell a lot of mesh and erotic items and our models aren't afraid to show off the see-through fabrics or demonstrate how the latest enhancing jock with built in cockring works."

To win the Omtex Supporters just tell us about your experience wearing or seeing a jock for the first time in the comments below. And to those of you staunch Bike wearers, word around town is many Bike fans have happily converted to Omtex with great ease. And JockStrapCentral.com is one of only stores in North America selling them, so covet while you can! Winners will be announced next Friday (August 5th) in their Daddyhunt inbox.

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Twenty years ago (and 20 lbs. lighter, wink)... a similarly built fella offered to wrestle in our undies since (I thought) I was too modest to go at it naked. Imagine my surprise when we strip down and my opponent is wearing (GASP) a jockstrap!!???!! "What's the matter, you couldn't afford the whole thing?"... was the first thing that went through my mind. He spent the next half hour explaining to me why he loved wearing "that" thing. We opted to jump straight into the sex part as I couldn't get past the fact that his ass was exposed, making him all too vulnerable.

The following week I went out and bought myself my first Black jockstrap ever. I now have them in Black - 2, grey, white & (my favorite) Red-white-&-blue - OLD GLORY. Some of you may have seen several profiles showcasing that bad boy!

Looking to get a "Military" next, unless I miraculously win a couple in the mean time...

When I was about 13 (39 years ago) we went to a state park to go swimming. After swimming for an hour I needed to piss. So I went up to the bath house and standing outside by the door to the mens side was one of the most handsome 15 year olds I had ever seen! He was really defined (chiseled), anyway I proceeded to go in and to my complete surprise he followed me in. Luckily the place was empty except for him and me. Well I tend be shy, so I went to the stall but I could see him at the urinal. He pulled down his swim trucks and he had on a jock strap. Then he proceeded to start playing with himself, rubbing his growing cock thru the jockstrap. Well To make a long story short. I motioned for him to come to the stall and I sucked my first cock in a public place. He gave me the jockstrap to remember him by.

that is so very hot and touching, I dont know where my jock strap fetish cums from, but could it be a supressed memory like that and why would it be supressed?

OMG... my first jock strap was at age 14, I was getting packed to go to camp and mother seemed to think I'd run short on underwear. She asked my football player borther to give me a jock strap or two. I was the only guy in the dorm with jock straps and it was envy all around. While many were modest I would rinse off in my josc strap than remove it to finish showering. It was amazing how many guys were waiting to shower. There were mid night swims and lots of activities in the woods where the jock seemed to attract plenty of attention and even a few contacts. I still love wearing jock straps under my 501's and any sort of shorts. Jock strap night in Philly is just the best. Keep your wallet in your gym socks and have a great time looking and greeting the other guys clad only in jock straps. I have over 200 pair of underwear and jockstraps. Fetish, maybe but it keeps an inexplicable smile on my face.

I was turning 21 and leagally going out to the bars for the first time.. the group I was with took me to the leather bar for the first time in my life.. what a life changing experience.. It just so happen to be Jock Strap night.. well of course i was not wearing a jock strap (young and stupid).. but the guys i was with told the bartender it was my 21st.. well omg.. I did not pay for drinks and was totally shit faced.. so im told I had about 30 jock straps that I collected and was wearing them all.. "dont ask"... since that day.. I wear a jock strap every day.. rain or shine.. I have this thing for men in jocks... black drives me nuts.. red makes me hard... white is my sunday got to meeting wear (afternoon drinks),,,,

So, here I was a freshman in high school and needed to get the "official" high school PE outfit in order to take the required gym course. Armed with the official "list" in hand, I headed to the local "approved" sport store to get the chore out of the way. Trunks...check..."approved" logo gym shirt...check...jock...oh boy...what size? Hmmmmmm? From the obviously puzzled look on my face, here comes "Mr. sport store man" to see if I needed help. "Need any help?" he asks. Help?...what I really need is oxygen, as here walking towards is this well built, Adonis looking college guy, in a tight shirt and tight athletic pants. "What size are you?" Size... he wants to know what size? Don't these things come in a one size fits all sort of thing. Hey, what does a high school freshman know. "You look about a small to me," he says and steps in close and holds one up to my waist. OK, so, here I am getting fitted for a jock strap by the hottest looking guy I've ever seen and I'm starting to sport a hard on. Oh boy...this is not the place for this to be happening! Well, I think, he noticed as he then started talking about not only the support the thing gives for sports, but for the general comfort as well. "Comfort?" I asked..."aren't these things just for running track or something?" I stammered out. "What...are you kidding?" he said. "That's what I used to think, but now I wear them all the time. Got one on now. Why don't you head on back and try it on? I'll check on you in a minute. Use the employee bathroom" and he propels me in that direction. So...off I go trying not to walk too funny since I'm sporting a full blown boner.

So, it wasn't easy trying to put that jock on over my young high school freshman boner when I heard his voice on the other side of the door. "How's it fit...how's it feel" he want's to know. "OK, I guess" I eek out. "Good, come out here and let me check." So, with an embarrassed grin on my face and sporting a teen age hard on, I opened the door and stepped out. "Hey," he chuckled eying my obvious bulge..."that happens all the time...don't worry about it." "How's it fit? Let me check the straps," he said sliding his hands under them. "Seems a pretty good fit" he said with a wink. "Not sure about it tho, maybe I should just show you?" So, he slid down his pants, turned around and put his hands under the straps supporting his firm, athletic butt. "This is how they should fit. Nice and snug. Want to show off the goods under a pair of jeans to you know." He then turned around and pulled his pants back up. "Wear it for a few hours and come back. I'll check the fit for you. We close at nine tonight" he said and winked. "Come on, I'll ring you out." And with that, he headed back into the store.

Needless to say, I was there just before closing time at nine. Bought me a second pair and we proceeded to "compare fits." I've been wearing them ever since!

I never really thought of why I'm an ass man, but if I had to guess I would trace it back to all those hairy butts I saw hanging out of jockstraps in the locker room when I was a kid. I was never taken advantage of, but I learned early that jockstraps were underwear for grown-ups and damn did I want to get into one!!

My mother grew up on a lake, so she insisted that we learn how to swim -- even though we lived in center city Philadelphia. So on weekday afternoons and saturday mornings were spend at the local YMCA, most of it wandering around the locker room watching the older boys and men undress. To my 7-year-old eyes even the high school boys were hairy as wild animals and those big cocks flopping around were monster-sized. I was an especially naive kid, so I had no idea that my hard little dick was giving away my secret as I waked up and down the lockers pretending that I couldn't find my locker.

A few years later, when an older boy told me I that a jockstrap is what you wear to hide your boner, I wanted one more than ever. The first piece of clothing I bought with my own money was a jockstrap. To my mind they were more illcit than cigarettes, so I wanted one even more. I managed to keep it stashed in the back of my underwear drawer until I was old enough to need one for gym class. Which is when I started collecting them, and which I started doing my own laundry so no one else in my family would find out just how many I had. Today I have them in every color and style.. and I have no idea how many.

When I lived in New York City, I bought 'em at an army-navy store on 5th Avenue at 19th Street, diagonally across the street from Victoria's Secret. A friend of mine used to joke that jockstraps are gay lingere. He has no fuckin idea...

My first hot expierience with JOCKSTRAPS came whern I was in my early 20's. many moons ago!!! I used to shop at a gay menswear store in BOYSTOWN on BROADWAY in CHICAGO... Every monday I would go there to look at jocks and swimsuits[BIKINIS were the style then] and underwear.... The salesman was a hot older man in his late thirties OR early 40's... I would pick out the things I likeD and go to the Dressing room and try them on... after a while when the store was empty he would cum and pop his head in to see how i was doing ,,, Most of the time I had the wrong size and he would check it out and rub his hands over my bubble ass[at the time ] and feel my; package, and he would tell me to take it off and he would hang it up and bring me the right size.... I would be stark naked in the dressing room which was just curtains and he would bring back a DIFFERENT SIZE JOCK OR WHATEVER TO MAKE ME TRY ON .. BEFORE I COULD PUT IT ON HE WOULD HOLD MY COCK IN HIS BIG HAND AND GIVE IT A SQUEEZE OR A LICK AND LEAVE ME TO TRY ON THE NEW SIZE AND HE WOULD TELL ME TO STAY IN THEIR AND TAKE IT OFF TILL HE BROUGHT ME SOME OTHER JOCKSTRAP TO TRY ON,,, THEIR WERE DIFFERENT COLORS AND TEXTURES AND DIFFERENT WAIST BANDS AND LOGOS, AND HE WOULD KEEP BRINGING THEM IN TO WATCH ME TRY ON AND ADJUST THE POUCH OR ASS STRAPS SOMETIMES WHILE CHECKING HE WOULD STROKE MY EXPOSED ASS CRACK AND TEASE MY HOLE MAKING ME HARDER AND BIGGER AS THE MORNING WENT ON . WHEN HE GOT TIRED OF THAT GAME HE WOULD TELL ME TO GIVE HIM WHAT I WANTED TO KEEP BUT STAY NUDE!!! THEN HE WOULD LOCK THE SHOP AND PUT THE LUNCH SIGH UP. THEN HE WOULD CUM IN THE DRESSING ROOOM AND START TOUCHING ME AND RUBBING ME AND STRIPPING HIMSELF. WHEN WE WERE BOTH NAKED AND HIS BIG ROD WAS STANDING STR8 UP AGAINST HIS ABS HE WOULD HUG AND KISS ME AND PLAY WITH MY HAIRY CHEST AND ASS .. THEN HE WOULD KNEEL AND BEGIN TO SERVICE ME . AFTER A BIT HE WOULD STAND UP AND PUSH ME TO MY KNEES AND TELL ME TO KISS IT FOR HIM AND YOU CAN IMAGINE WHERE THAT LED TO... AFTER THE FUN AND GAMES WERE OVER I WOULD GET DRESSED AND WALK TO THE COUNTER TO BUY MY NEW JOCKSTRAPS AND STUFF AND IT WOULD ALL BE IN A BAG AND HE WOULD HAND IT TO ME .THANK ME FOR A HOT MORNING AND TELL ME HE WOULD SEE ME NEXT WEEK, AND UNLOCK THE DOOR FOR ME TO LEAVE... THIS WENT ON FOR QUITE A WHILE AND I STILL HAVE MOST OF THE JOCKSTRAPS AND SPEEDOS HE GAVE ME [ THANKFULLY I AM THE SAME SIZE STILL... THEY TAKE UP TWO HUGE DRAWERS IN MY ARMOIRE AND EVERY TIME I CLEAN MY DRAWERS OUT ALL OF THEM GO RIGHT BACK INTO MY DRAWERS... SINCE THEN I NEVER WEAR UNDERWEAR UNDER MY CLOTHES JUST JOCKSTRAPS .. I LUV THE WAY MY ASS FEELS ALL DAY WHEN MY JEANS OR PANTS RUBB MY ASS ... THANK GOODNESS FOR THE STRONG POUCH CAUSE THE JOCKSTRAP KEEPS ME FLUUFFY ALL DAY.... VICTOR

My coach in High School would walk around the locker room in nothing but his jockstrap. I had a crush and several times he would bend over in front of me. His hairy asshole unfurled before me as I got into my first jockstrap. I was shy and seeing a comfortably nude older man presenting his body before me sparked a deep, intense love of jockstraps. later when I was hit with a football in the nads the coach took me into his office and asked me to show him my scrotum. I downed my shorts and he slowly slipped off my jock to examine my injured balls. He felt me and I started to get hard even through the pain so I claimed to be OK and slipped out into the showers. He came along side me in the shower and scrubbed his nude body next to me before the other classmates returned. Addiction.

Ok so why has this suddenly turned into Nifty Stories? Any I digress.

My first experience actually wearing a jock came 2 yrs ago I was 35 and I had seen these fandangled contraptions, but honestly had no idea what their use was for. Well the guy at Rebel Sports on Chapel St in Windsor (Melbourne). He explained their use and comfort, now I must say comfort in underwear is a rare thing!. So low and behold I decided to get a black pair. When I got home I dutifully slipped out of what I was wearing and into these new very comfy supporting & oh just wow it felt amazing. the thick strap around my hips and my ass completely exposed left me feeling vulnerable and sexy!

I wear them on special occasions, like when I go shopping, to the movies or out to dinner ;-)

My first time experiencing a jock was finding one in my Father's underwear door when I was 13. It was musty and used with piss stains all over. I tried it on and had an instant hard-on. I jerked in it at least 20 times.
Then I was hooked on jocks. I would wear them secretly everyday because they were so comfortable and kinky. I love the way your ass feels open and ready for anyone to move in.

First time I saw a guy in a jock was back in highschool gym class. All I can say is WOOF I wouldn't have waited years to come out if one of them would have let me have some fun with him in his jock.

Guys in jocks sometimes meant that the more passive ones would get pushed around like I did but Im glad it wasnt the age of steroids and wellness centers where being muscular sometimes means they are playing with a balance of amino acids in their brain that makes some of them even more agitated. Ex football players used to be good gym lookers but what gets built up eventually has to transform to something else down the road apiece. Hope everyone has a nice day for sure. Actually getting pushed around physically a bit was not as bad as the verbal intellectual spankies sometimes where sometimes the very stern words are fueled by caffeine jitters as well as wondering how folks online can be so sure about so many folks they dont even know. I guess thats where theres a lot of versions of "spanky and the gang" and we all stick to it whether it makes sense all the time or not I suppose.

I remember as a very young kid having a raging hard on while being informed by on older high school boy all about jockstraps, how they were the enforced wear in PE and how you could get around it. He was a litany of complaints, but it sounded hot to me...

Anyway, just had laparoscopic hernia surgery seven weeks back and was informed after the surgery by the doctor that I would need to wear a jock for the next three months for that ever important post surgery scrotal support (big balls I suppose...) and would I have a problem I doing this... I replied that it depended on whom I would be wearing them for...

Now I own four jocks. Started with two...

I love the stories, and at 52 they bring back a lot of great memories . I had to wear a jock strap for PE class but was very shy back then, now I wear one to the gym and love the attention I get in the locker room. I only have basic white ones, but I sure like the look of a red on a hot bubble butt.

My (very hott) step-dad when I was growing up always wore them. How do I know? Because sometimes he would change in the bedroom and wouldn't even shut the door. Not only did it bring to life a fetish for jockstraps, but I also realized just how hot being a Semi-voyeur can be. It wasn't often, but you know when I could catch a glimpse of him taking his shorts off after his workouts, I'd take it. They were always white, and the skimpy kind, which is so hot I think! I love wearing a jock too, but mainly because I like the support in the front, and little to nothing in the back. Woof !!!

I was 12 years old and was walking near Robertson Blvd; the residential areas just south of Melrose was very cruisey in those days. It was dusk and I was passing an open garage where, inside, was an incredibly hot man - probably in his 30s, but to me, was an incredibly hot older man. He had workout equiipment, weights, bench press, etc..., and was working out in gym shorts, nothing else.
He looked at me and gestured for me to come up the driveway. I was already very hard as I walked into the garage. He pushed the button and the garage door closed. He said, "You're going to spot me." He positioned me over the bench press and he proceeded to pump the weights, the bulge in his gym shorts getting larger and larger; mine was already as hard as it could get and i was leaking pre-cum.
He told me to strip to my underwear, which I did; I was so hard and my underwear was so wet, I was a little embarrassed. He took off his gym shorts and was wearing a jock strap, which was now strained and huge, barely holding in his hard-on. He walked over to a tool box and took out a pair of scissors. He came over to me and cut the ass out of my underwear, leaving the band and the leg elastic; he also cut two triangles out of the front and sides, essentially turning my underwear into a jock.
We had what is still one of the hottest connections I have ever had and I can't wear a jockstrap without thinking of him and that experience and getting hard.

I was 20 when I first saw a jockstrap. It was worn by Rob Lowe in Youngblood. Prior to that I'd never seen one and it was the most erotic experience seeing one. I'd gone to see the movie on my own and sprung the biggest 20 year old woody in the cinema.
This developed an undeniable fetish for underwear which included: jockeys, tanga type underwear and all different sorts of underwear. The fetish soon evolved to procuring different types of underwear of my own. In South Africa, jockstraps are quite expensive and I kinda set my sights on getting my own eventually. In the meantime, I began to collect underwear that was mostly lycra based.
One day, my partner and I were in a local sports store and we saw them. Jockstraps! I immediately bought too. You know the kind, the real sportsman type. Wide band at the top and so great against your goodies. I've been trying to amass a collection of jocks since we purchased our first pair. Partner is over his jockstrap at the moment and I am alone in this all consuming addiction to all sorts of under and with partner's jockstrap in my collection, I'm up to 2 now. I want more! I love what they do to the male butt and the bulge. Really sexy invention.

i love hot gay sex stories - fact or fiction. I have loved reading the above. I can't remember when I first saw a jock on another guy, but I swam in h.s., so wore a swimmers jock for that, and loved the tight fit and comfort.,probally everyone else had one on too, but can't seem to recall . Since I have a general underware fetish anyway, I have afew true strap models in my collection. This discussion has reminded me I haven't worn one in awhile(the last time at a bathhouse- which did garner some sweet encounters). Hope to win some new ones so I can put them to good use. Keep the great recollections cumming!!

i used 2 switch jocks w/ my best bud and we would trade t hem a week later sealed in storage bags to lock in alll the flavors ;)

My fisrt experience came in Bogota, Colombia at a UNICO store where I went and this hot bear was the clerk, it was a non busy afternon and i wanted to try one of their jockstraps, i asked the guy if i could try the jockstraps and he said, yes you can but you need to get naked ,go and do it behind the curtain, I did but at a point in time he asked me: may I see if it fits? I totally got an immediate hard on, he came saw me and said: they're perfect for you while holding my cock and touching my buttt...totally in love with jockstrpas from that moment on..

I was 17 at the time, was at a truckstop diner with a friend of mine and had to piss very badly. I excused myself and found the mens room went in and found the urinals against a dirty wall. There were 3 to be exact. I pulled out my cock and let my piss fly. I heard the door open and in walks this very tall, well built guy about 30, dark hair, bearded, sunglasses. He takes the urinal next to me and undoes his 501 button flys. I feel his eyes on my cock and glance his way. I notice he pulls his pants partly down and is sporting this very hot black jock strap. He pulls out this massive bone and starts to jerk it for me. My piss suddenly stops and my cock starts to grow. The dude motions me to a stall which I follow like the pied piper. Nervous of course but turned on to the max. He sucked me to completion while jerking his hot bone to climax. That was my first experience with men and I haven't looked back yet..........

Quite simple!
I'm a smell man and learned at an early age why. It was my freshman year in high school and had my first experience being around guys who had thick bushes and nice pits!! Well, the smell of the locker room just immediately forced me into a raging hard-on and the site of all those jocks wearing jockstraps and wondering just what they would smell like if I could just bare my face into one!
I eventually took that chance when I told my gym coach I wasn't feeling well as we were all outside on the field. He allowed me to come into the gym where I was completely alone....WOW! I was definitely going to take advantage of this situation and quickly I did. I went into our locker room and was hellbent in finding the dirtiest, sweatiest piss stained pair I could find....Wasn't long and I had my field day!! I buried my face and mouth deep into the crotch and sweaty man ass as far as I could get them into my nose and throat! I swear, two strokes and I shot the biggest load I probably have ever shot and left it right in this pair of jockstraps I finally was able to dive into.
Needless to say, this become routine for me as the opportunities became more of an adventure making it even more arousing to just get my hands on the pair of my favorite guy for the week....What great times those were!!!

A couple of jockstrap dudes that fit into the chiseled stereotype as pictured above make online video evaluations of energy boost products that increase muscle mass through progressive muscle stimulant manipulation. One ingredient that starts with "1, 3 Dimeth" has been banned from competitions due to having a side effect that creates the angry hulk effect so some of those chemical agents from the wellness centers have to be avoided at certain times of competition I guess.

One thing to note is that when birds of a feather (jocks, professional group buddy cults, bears, etc) break away from the group behavioral setting then everyone's more individual than it seems when the struggle to "fit in" at the coffee shop, gym or bear convention is over.

The changing fads through the centuries tend to be set by the dominant marketplace oriented forces (rather than the more level headed common sense influences) drawing in the passive crowds that want to belong to something whatever the heck it is that is making people feel so wanted and specia as long as they follow group behavior codes.

If its not a swat on the seat of pants then its verbal spankies that change tone and style if you wait another few years till the current fad has run its course and human nature (arf) is still there after the fashion shows and group clicks come and go.

WTF?

A friend in early high school was changing next to me after showering and as he got dressed, he pulled on a jock before putting on his underwear. My natural curiosity got me and I asked him why he was wearing a jock with street clothes. He said that his mother made him wear it so that he wouldn't show through his clothes. That got my interest and when I asked more about it - he told me that he had matured early "down there". My reply was "me too" and then he wanted to compare so I put my sweaty jock back on and the two of us stood there and just looked at each other's package until we both just reached out to feel the other one's cock through the jock pouch. Instantly we both started to get hard and that put an embarrassed end to the touching. As he turned away to pull on his underwear I realized that this was something I liked - a lot! Especially when I saw his butt framed in the straps of the jock! I didn't bother to take my jock off as I continued to get dressed myself, first because I now needed the extra control for my growing cock, but more because I didn't want the experience to end.

I doubt that Jim's mother would ever know how hot a man wearing a jock strap can look! In or out of his jeans!

I barely remember wearing a job strap in highschool. But I do remember the other guys wearing them. I loved seeing the exposed ass!!

After all these stories, I'm going to have to go out and buy a pair!

It was about ten years ago when one of my clients was trying to fix me up with a good friend of hers who was a plastic surgeon; she thought we would make an awesome couple and encouraged me to let her give him my number. Hesitantly, I said okay but secretly hoped he wouldn't call ... I wasn't in the dating mood. One night two weeks later while having a glass of wine with a friend, he called and asked me out for dinner and drinks ... I agreed to meet him. The night of our date came, I arrived early to have that first drink to take the edge off and within minutes this gentleman walks in and sits next to me ... so not my type. It turned out that he was my date for the evening. We shared a drink, ate dinner and talked. I had told him that I had a tattoo that I was thinking about having removed and he offered to do it for free. After a while, I politely explained that I had to leave; he paid the bill and we made the pleasant gestures about getting together again sometime and as I tried to run, he gave me his card for the removal of my tattoo.

Two days later he called and asked me out again; I declined. Three days later, he called again but I had already had plans. As you can tell, I wasn't interested in seeing him again. He called several times after that and in his last call, he reminded me that his offer to remove my tattoo was sincere. I thought to myself, it's a free removal and maybe I'd have to have one more date with him, so I made an appointment for the consult.

I arrived for my appointment; was seated in an examining room and waited for him to come in. The door opened and he said, "okay, let's see that tattoo". I unbuttoned my pants and lowered them down; turned toward him wearing a black jock strap that showed off my tight round bubble butt and waited for a response. Almost immediately he ran his hands over my cheeks, I must say his touch was really hot. He said, "you have the hottest ass that I have ever seen", as his hands explored a bit further he asked me to lean against the table and before I knew it, he had spread my cheeks open with his strong hands and buried his tongue deep into my hole. My body jolted a bit by his unexpected reaction to seeing my butt in that jockstrap but as his tongue worked my hole, I became totally relaxed, totally turned on and even more so because the door was unlocked and I could hear people's voices just beyond it.

Being there for a consult, I was unsure about how much time he had before his next appointment but when he got up and locked the door, I knew what came next. He stripped down to nothing, his body ripped in muscle ... he returned to my hole for a more intense work out. I remember thinking to myself, "how could I be so wrong in not wanting to see him again"? His hands grabbed hold of my sides as he stood up pulling me into him, I could feel his muscles rub against me and I turned toward him getting lost in the moment; we kissed passionately and as I leaned back on the examining table, he raised my legs and buried his tongue back inside of me getting me nice and wet ... he slid it inside of me and as he was about to give it to me good, there was a knock at the door telling him his next client was there.

We stopped, he asked me if he could cook me dinner that night and of course I said yes. When I arrived at his home, there was a gift on the table ... a box full of jock straps for me. He asked me to try them all on to make sure they fit and needless to say ... we never ate the dinner he prepared but I had the time of my life. We ended up in a relationship for several great years and I owed it all to that day in his office wearing that jock strap. Oh ... by the way, I got the tattoo removed also.

Wow! We've been having an awesome time here at DH headquarters reading these great stories. Thanks to everyone who participated in this contest. Check your inbox to see if you won an Omtrex Jockstrap set courtesy of JockstrapCentral. com!

My knowledge of jock straps came in 8th grade when I started playing football.
That was uneventful. Not hot story there. However, jock straps led me to my affection for thongs. Here's the deal. I've got a nice bubble butt and until some time in my 50's I had never, NEVER had on a pair of underwear that were comfortable. No matter what I tired, boxers or briefs, they wound up in a wad in my crack. I was constantly pulling at my crotch to try and get them straightened out and get my "equipment" untangled. With the comming of the Internet I set out on a search for comfortable underwear and tried many different types and brands to no avail until finally I found a brand, I won't mention the name, that was designed by a husband and wife, doctor/engineer couple. They had a pouch to cradle my gear and were cut away on the sides up to the waste band to give freedom of movement. They were basically a jock strap with a seat.

One day while on their web site I saw a new product they called a T-Back jock strap. I ordered one and much to my surprise when I pulled it out of the bag it was a thong. Well I tried it on and loved it. I bought several more and then several thongs of all types, shapes and fabrics on line. Then I discovered cheap thongs in the underwear rack at places like K-mart. Buying thongs became an obsession. I must have 100 or more now. Jocks are great but I dearly love the feel of that little thong back strap tugging snug against my love hole and the freedom of only having one small strap there instead of a wad of uncomfortable fabric.

Well I think my screen name speaks for itself. Yes, like many others here, I got my first jockstrap when I was around 12 or so. Both my older Brother and my Dad wore a Jock under their bathing suits, and as I started to turn from a boy to a man one summer at our cottage, I knew I wanted to wear one to. My first a basic white 'BIKE' swimmers supporter, felt different than my daily tighty whities. I liked the snug fit and support it gave me, actually now drawing my attention to it as my adolescent hormones were now in full rage mode. Everytime that first summer I put it on under my bathing suit, I knew I wanted to wear it even when I wasn't planning on going swimming. I shared my bedroom with my 5 year older brother who like many teenagers left his clothes all over the bedroom floor. One afternoon I was home alone, and I had promised my Mom I would clean up 'our' room, when in doing so I opened up his gym bag and their it was, a full size Jockstrap obviously 'well worn', and I knew I had to 'try it on'. I can't remember how much time I spent that day, admiring myself in the mirror, and the fact that it was 'broken in' only added to my excitement, and I knew I was hooked. Fast forward about 20 years or so, I was working in the home Audio/Video business and it was not unusual to do a walk thru at a clients home and make recommendations based on those results. One day at a very well known football athletes home, I was upstairs in his bedroom checking out some previously installed wiring. I needed to trace it back to one point where it passed under his bed. I was alone (Thank-God) and when I lifted the bed skirt, my eyes spotted a white Jockstrap under the bed! My heart was pounding, the heat ran up the back of my neck, I grabbed it and shoved it down the inside of my pants. Not only was he a very hansum young quarterback, but the fact I had HIS Jockstrap now in my possession, was almost overwhelming. I knew I had to get out of that house as quickly as possible, because I could not hide the raging boner now in my jeans. I made some excuse about not having the right gear with me in order to finish his job, so I darted out his front door and ran for my truck. I told him I would send out a couple of my guys to finish what needed to be done, the following day. I was sweating profusely, the blood was pounding in my head, I started the truck and quickly backed down the driveway. I don't think I even got more than a half mile down the road, when I pulled over and grabbed his Jock from my pants. Not only was it beautiful, but I knew I would spend many happy hours playing with my greatest Jock conquest ever, and all those years I dreamed of such an opportunity, had actually come true. I still have that Jockstrap today, and their isn't a single day that goes by that I don't think about it, and smile...

the first time i saw a jock strap was in 7th grade. this kid chucky had been blessed with an enormous gift and i guess it just needed to be contained. but i love them now because when i wear one at the gym it gives me a little bit of a butt lift,and at 50 yo i need it! rick