50 shades of bubble butt. No 6.


This picture is actually of the first jockstrap I ever bought. I went in to a local sportswear store and bought it over the counter.

I was too nervous and too horny try it on in the store. It was also the first jockstrap I ever fooled around in. This is when I fell in love with jocks almost as much as speedos. The first time I work a jock under my clothes was intensely erotic. The feeling on the the air caressing my skin occasionally between the material of my jeans and the jock, and the knowledge that anybody who knew jockstraps, might see the waistband peeking over the top of my pants and know what I was wearing made me hard just about all of the time.

The best thing was wearing it in a club and seeing the look on a guys face as he slipped his hand down my back and realised what I was wearing.

This photo was taken on one of my many trips to Sydney. We were in a spot over looking the Sydney heads and I decided, what the hell. Luckily I hadn’t taken my shorts off completely because I was able to get them on just quick enough to not be seen by a couple of walkers just down the foot path.