Jockstraps and me
Jockstraps have played a prominent role in my sex- and fantasy-life. When i was real little, i took a basketball square to the nuts and it took days for the pain and swelling to subside. A teacher noticed i was in pain and took me aside, so i confided what had happened to him and he suggested a jockstrap with a cup. When i saw my first one, i knew instantly what it would protect and wore it almost constantly, sometimes underneath my regular jockey shorts. My little peter felt so secure in that cup and the cloth was retaining my nascent crotch-smells and juices and even a few pubes. i would often masturbate into the pouch and then put it back on and wear my cum for as long as i could get away with it.
i would often be the last boy out of the locker room after gym class so i could check for any ... 'leftovers'.
Years ago, i had a job a block away from Varsity Stadium and discovered on my lunch-hour neighbourhood walks that the locker room was left unlocked and unguarded at lunch-times. The 'upshot' is that over a period of time i 'liberated' a couple dozen University of Toronto football team's jockstraps. The most prized were found on the floor in a 'figure 8' - you could tell that the player had just rolled it down his legs and stepped out of the legbands and left it there that way. i still have a couple that i keep in plastic bags, one still in its original 'figure 8'. Ah the memories. (This is a true story, btw.)
They hold what is the essence of a man, so the pouches hold so much aphrodisiacal power over me and figure heavily in my masturbation and play scenes today.
i just added a small gallery of photos of me and my lil thing in (or out of) a jockstrap or two that i thought you might enjoy. Feel free to comment as you wish ...
i would often be the last boy out of the locker room after gym class so i could check for any ... 'leftovers'.
Years ago, i had a job a block away from Varsity Stadium and discovered on my lunch-hour neighbourhood walks that the locker room was left unlocked and unguarded at lunch-times. The 'upshot' is that over a period of time i 'liberated' a couple dozen University of Toronto football team's jockstraps. The most prized were found on the floor in a 'figure 8' - you could tell that the player had just rolled it down his legs and stepped out of the legbands and left it there that way. i still have a couple that i keep in plastic bags, one still in its original 'figure 8'. Ah the memories. (This is a true story, btw.)
They hold what is the essence of a man, so the pouches hold so much aphrodisiacal power over me and figure heavily in my masturbation and play scenes today.
i just added a small gallery of photos of me and my lil thing in (or out of) a jockstrap or two that i thought you might enjoy. Feel free to comment as you wish ...
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