Ever since I was a little kid I have been crazy for
jockstraps.  I remember the very first time I watched a man
put one on in the men's dresssing 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 diappointed.  I
kept wathcing 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 hoome I
asked my dad about the garment.  He reached into a bureau
drawer and drew one out.  He handedit to me and let me look
at it.  He told me why guys wear jocks.  I asked him of 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 size jockstrap.  It fit me just like the guy's at the
pool had fit him.
   I stood in front of the 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 with the leg bands.  I massaged my
cock until 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 was 13 and entering puberty, my mom and dad got
divorced.  I ended up going to live with my Uncle Alex 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.
   Alex was Dad's half-brother.  He lived alone in a large
house with a pool.  He owned a company that sold oil
processing equipment.
   Alex was very collegiate.  He was strong and possessed a
great build.  His dark brown 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 sown my Speedos
and just swim in my jockstrap.  I ahd three different
styles, but the one I liked best was a Bike #10.  When it
was wet, you could see my cock and balls right through the
wet material.
   One night Alex 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 go  my jock on, Alex.
I swim in it when I'm alone," I replied while reaching 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 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 of my wet jockstrap pouch.  I watched as he
dropped his towel and headed for the board.  He stood with
his arms stretched above him and he dived into the water.
The moment before the dive seemd like an eternity.  My
mind's eye took a never-fading photo of that split second.
His dark hair, deep tan and that tight, white cotton
jockstrap.
   By the time he surfaced form 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 Alex see me hard.  And horny, too.
   Suddenly, I felt my legs being grabbed and lifted into
the air and thrown.  I surfaced just in time to receive a
splash of water from Alex.  I dived under the water and
threw him as he had done me.  But Alex didn't surface.  He
swam underwater and grabbed me around the waist.  I twisted,
and his hand slipped right over the pouch of my jutting
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 helluva hard-on.  Were you jacking off 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 intense.
   "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
uptight."
   A wave of relief wept over me.  Suddenly, Alex 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 farther 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 Alex to have some kind of sex with me.
He dived into the water and surfaced beside 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 too 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 wanted 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.  Alex 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
Alex the best view of my jock-clad body.  I paused for a moment
and then dived in 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?"
   "Y-yes, I guess I do," I stammered.
   "Well, then . . . let's get out of here and go to my room.
I got a big collection of jocks.  You can try putting on all
of them.  Would you like that?"
   "Yeah," I heard myself mumble.  I followed Alex 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 btween his legs.  He turned
and reached out his hand to help me out of the water.  For
an instant our eyes met, then my eyes travelled down his
body and locked on his jockstrap.  Alex was HARD!  His huge
cock was stretching the waistband out from his belly.  His
prick was pointing straight 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.  Idid the same for him.  When my hand came into
contact with 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 went into the closet.  He brought out a large
box, sat it on the floor at our feet and sat down beside 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 got a friend
named Parker in Tulsa who has the biggest collection I have
ever seen.  Every time I go there he has a hundred or more
to try on me."
   The magazine was a complete surprise to me.  I'd never
seen anything like it.  On the cover was a fully packed
jockstrap with a really throbbing cock inside.  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 juice.
   My cock began oozing into my wet jock as I leafed through
the magazine.  Pictures of young guys with their faces
covered with hot cum that had been shot off and filtered
though their buddies' sex-drenched jockstraps.  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 your.  Better get out of that wet one."  Alex handed me a
jockstrap called TRIUMP.  It had a two-inch waistband.  As I
stood and turned to change into the dry jock, Alex 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
fucking h-hot stud, Boy.  You take your orders pretty good,
too.  Do you like looking at my jockstrap?"
   "Oh yes, Alex.  It's the hottest thing 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
it, Don . . . you want to feel my pouch and have me feel up
that cock of yours through that tight jock."
   "Jockstrap."  I heard myself murmur 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 though the tight cotton pouch.  The warmth and
aroma combined to automatically draw my face closer to the
pouch.  I felt Alex's 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 the spasms
of pleasure as I realized that ever since that 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.  Alex reached
down and squeezed my orgasming cock through the soaked pouch
of my jock.  He looked down at me and reached 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 a 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 wad shot directly into my
mouth.  I had never tasted cum except for my own, but I knew
I would never get enough of the thick, rich male nectar.
   Alex dropped to his knees after the last spurt of his
creamy 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,
while we looked into each other's eyes, he took my shoulders
and pulled me against him.  We held each other in silence
for what seemed like several minutes before he spoke.
   Alex looked down at my jizz-soaked jockstrap and said,
"Looks like we're going to go through a lot of jcokstraps,
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.