UNCLE JOE

     Ever since I was a kid I have been crazy for jockstraps.  I
remember the very first time I watched a man put one on in the
men's dressing room at a public swimming pool.  I could not take
my eyes off of his pouch.  When he pulled up the boxer style swim
trunks I was disappointed.  I kept watching him all afternoon.
It excited me when I saw the waistband of his jock rise above his
trunks.
     I was so fascinated by the jock that when I got home I asked
my Dad about the garment.  He reached into a bureau drawer and
drew one out.  He handed it to me and let me look at it.  He told
me why guys wear jocks.  I asked him if I could put it on and he
said yes.  When I pulled up the jock I had to hold it up because
it was hopelessly to large for me.  My Dad laughed and so did I.
     The very next day, my Dad surprised me by bringing home a
boy's jockstrap.  It fit me just like the guy at the pool had fit
him.
     I stood in front of my mirror wearing the jock.  I loved the
way my cock and balls fit so snugly in the pouch and it felt so
good to feel the spot, right under my young balls, where the
pouch connected to the leg bands.  I massaged my cock till I was
forcing the pouch out as far as it would go.
     The next morning, my Dad awakened me.  I was really
embarrassed because I was still wearing the jockstrap and my cock
was fully erect.  But, Dad just laughed at the sight and never
said anything else.  So, I began wearing the jock as underwear.
    When I became sexually mature, my Mom and Dad got divorced.
I ended up going to live with my uncle Joe in Denver.  Mom had
been fooling around and she married the bastard who was playing
with her behind Dad's back.  Dad, a trucker, promised me that he
would see me every other weekend in Denver.
     Joe was Dad's half brother.  He lived alone in a large home
with a pool.  He owned a company that sold oil processing
equipment.
     Joe was very masculine.  He was strong and possessed a great
build.  His curly black hair hung over his tanned forehead.  He
had a rich tan from being shirtless on the job sites.
     About a week after I moved in with him he decided to keep
the pool heater turned on and even bought a bubble to go over the
pool for winter usage.  It was Early October at the time.
     I loved the pool and often had high school buddies over.
When I was alone in the pool, I would skin down my Speedos and
swim in just my jockstrap.  I had three different styles but the
one I like best was a bike #10.  When it was wet you could see my
cock and balls right through the wet material.
     One night Joe came home about seven.  I was swimming in the
pool in my jock.  He came into the pool bubble and greeted me.
He glanced down and saw my Speedos lying on the pool deck.  Then
he said, "looks like you like to skinny dip, Donny."
     "Ah...well...actually, I've got my jock on, Alex.  I swim in
it when I'm alone," I replied while reaching my arm out of the
pool to grab my Speedos.
     "Don't put those on because I'm here.  You can swim in
whatever you like.  I think I'll go for a dip with you," he said
and then turned and left the bubble.  A few minutes later he was
entering the bubble wearing just a jock and a white towel around
his neck.  I'd never seen a more handsome sight in my life.
     He looked just like the man in the men's dressing room at
the public pool.  I experienced the same emotional thrust that I
experienced then.  The only difference was that this time the
sight excited my mature cock, causing it to stretch and tent-out
my wet jockstrap pouch.  I watched as he dropped his towel and
headed to the diving board.  He climed the two steps and marched
to the end of the board.  He stood with his arms stretched above
him and he dove into the water.  The moment before the dive
seemed like an eternity.  My mind's eye took a never-fading photo
of that split second.  His black curls, deep tan and that tight
white cotton jockstrap.  It was bulging; packed with Alex's cock
and balls.
    By the time he surfaced from his dive, my cock had become
full and stiff as a steel rod.  I felt myself tremble as if the
water had suddenly become cold.  The muscles of my hard stomach
began to tighten and relax.  I was embarrassed to let Joe see me
hard.  And, horny, too.
     Suddenly, I felt my legs being grabbed and lifted into the
air and thrown.  I surfaced the water just in time to receive a
splash of water from Alex.  I dove under the water and threw him
as he had done to me.  But, Joe didn't surface.  He swam
underwater and grabbed me around the waist.  I twisted and Alex's
hand slipped right over the pouch of my jetting jockstrap.
     I felt his hand close over my cock then slip away.
Awkwardly, we both surfaced facing each other.  I felt my face
turn red in a moment of awkward silence.
     "Hey, Champ," He said to me,"feels like you got yourself a
hell of a hard-on.  Were you jacking-of in the pool when I came
in?"
     I was so embarrassed I couldn't speak.  My dick was hard and
 would not go down.  The craving feeling in my groin seemed to
have become more intent.
     "Relax, Don.  We're both men.  I know how good it feels to
go for a jock-swim, the feeling of the water swirling around and
through your pouch.  Come on, Don, don't be so up tight."
      A wave of relief sweep over me.  Suddenly, Joe turned and
swam to the corner of the pool and climbed up to the deck.  Once
again, he mounted the diving board.  The pouch of his jock was
stretched further than it was before and since it was wet, I
could see the outline of his cock and bulging balls.  I was
slowly realizing something for the first time in my life.  I
wanted Joe to have some kind of sex with me.  He dove into the
water and surfaced beside of me again.
     "Your turn to show me how well you can dive, Don,"  He said.
     "I don't dive much, let's just swim," I said.
     "I bet your cock is still hard and you're to shy to get on
the board.  Go on, boy.  Dive!"  He ordered.
     I found myself taking the order and swimming to the side and
climbing out.  I thought about running to the board and diving
straight into the water so he wouldn't see my jam-packed jock
pouch.  But, something came over me and slowed me down.  He had
ordered me to dive so, maybe, he might want to look at my body
and jock as much as I wanted to see him.  I stepped upon the
board and walked to the end.  Joe stood still in the water.  I
looked at him and saw he was studying my body.  Holding my hands
above me and stretching my arms, I gave Joe the best view of my
jock-clad body.  I paused for a moment and then dove into the
pool.  I surfaced directly in front of him.  Again, there was an
awkward silence.  Then he said,"You sure have turned into one
hell of a healthy stud, boy.  Looks like you got yourself all
worked up in that jock and need some relief."
     "Yeah, you're right, Alex."
     "You really get turned on by jockstraps don't you boy?"
     "Yes, I guess I do," I admitted.
     "Well...then, let's get out of here and go into my  room.  I
gotta big collection of jocks.  You can try putting on all of
them.  Would you like that?"
     "Yeah," I heard myself mutter.  I followed Joe to the edge
of the pool.  He climbed out directly in front of my face.  I
studied the lines of the ass-straps and they trailed down to the
dark crevice between his legs.  He turned and reached out his
hand to help me out of the water.  For an instance our eyes met
then, my eyes travelled down his body and locked on his
jockstrap.  Joe was HARD!  His huge cock was stretching the
waistband our from his belly.  He prick was pointed strait-up in
his jock just like mine was.  When we stood up I caught the
entire spectrum of his fully packed jockstrap pouch.  I glanced
up at him and saw that he had his eyes glued to my soaking wet
jock-pit.  After a moment he turned and led me out of the pool
bubble and into the house.  We stopped on the porch and began
drying off.  He reached over and dried my back and butt.  I did
the same for him.  When my hand came into contact to his butt, I
felt my cock jerk in my wet white cotton jockstrap.
     We went into his bedroom and he directed me to sit on a
couch while he opened a closet.  He brought out a large box, sat
it on the floor at our feet and sat down beside of me.
     Inside the box were jockstraps, briefs, bikinis, posing
straps and some magazines.  He reached in and pulled out a
magazine and handed it to me.
     "Lots of guys are into jockstraps, Don.  I've gotta friend
named Parker in Tulsa who has the biggest collection I have ever
seen.  Every time I go there he has a hundred more to try on me,"
Joe told me.
     The magazine was a complete surprise to me.  I'd never seen
anything like it.  On the cover was a fully packed jockstrap.
Really throbbing cock inside it.  A big gob of pre-cum juice was
oozing through the material.  Right in front of the pouch was a
young blond guy with his tongue sticking out.  His tongue was
poised to lick up the jock-wearer's sex juices.
My cock began oozing into my wet jock as I leafed through the
magazine.  There were pictures of guys getting sucked off right
through their jock pouches.  Pictures of young guys with their
faces covered with hot come that had been shot-off and filtered
through his buddy's sex-drenched jockstrap.  Some of the shots in
the back showed guys getting fucked by their buddies while both
were wearing jockstraps.  I was afraid I was going to cum just
from looking at the pictures.
     "Here, Don, try and get this hot jockstrap over that cock of
yours.  Better get out of that wet one."  Joe handed me a
jockstrap named TRIUMP.  It had a two-inch waistband.  As I stood
and turned to change into the dry jock, Joe did the same.  Then,
we turned facing each other.  Our cocks were rock hard.  I
noticed a tremor in Alex's voice.  "You are one hot fucking stud,
boy.  You take orders pretty good, too.  Do you like looking at
my jockstrap?"
    "Oh, yes, Alex.  It's the hottest sight I ever saw," I said
in all honesty.
    "Then come over here and check it out, stud.  You can feel it
up all you want.  That's what you want to do isn't, Don? ...You
want to feel my pouch and have me feel up that cock of yours
through that tight jock.      "Jockstrap." I heard myself mutter
the word as I stepped forward and dropped to my knees.  I reached
out and gently ran my fingertips all over the hard outline of the
cock and the balls through the tight cotton pouch.  The warmth
and aroma combined to auto-matically draw my face closer to the
pouch.  I felt Joe hands on the back of my head drawing me into
his jockstrap.  Closer and closer until my mouth was pressed
against it.
     "Good, boy.  Now just go ahead and do what you want down
there.  You're a real good boy, Donny."
     I licked at his pouch and reached my tongue far under his
balls to the spot where the pouch met the leg bands.  The moment
my tongue tip touched  that spot, I cried out and began shooting
the hottest, hardest load of hot teen cum I had ever shot.  My
body quaked and contorted in spasms of pleasure as I realized
that ever since the day in the men's dressing room at the city
pool, I had wanted to do this to a man.
     My cum gushed out filling my jock pouch.  Joe reached down
are squeezed my orgasming cock through the soaked pouch of my
jock.  He looked down at me and reached down into his own jock
and withdrew his hard cock from the right side of the pouch and
aimed his pre-cum oozing piss-slit right at my face.
     My own cock was blasting its last spurts of jizz when I saw
a huge gob of cum shooting from Alex's cock directly onto my
face.  Spurt after spurt shot into my hair, onto my cheeks, all
over my lips and a big load shot directly into my mouth.  I had
never tasted cum except for my own but, I knew then I would never
get enough of the thick and rich male nectar.
     Joe dropped to his knees after the last spurt of his cream
rich cum. Slowly, he skinned the jockstrap off of his legs.  He
lifted it and began wiping his cum from my face.  Neither of us
said a word for a few minutes.  Then, looking into each other's
eyes, he reached the back of my shoulders and pulled me against
him.  We held each other in silence for what seemed like several
minutes before he
spoke.
     Joe looked down at my jizz-soaked jockstrap and said,"looks
like we're going to go through a lot of jockstraps, Donny.  Right
now, though, I think we should get into the shower and wash these
drenched ones.  Then, we'll come back in here and slip into a
couple of fresh ones."