Dear Dr. Strangelove
JOCKSTRAP LOVE!

Dear Dr. Strangelove:

Jockstraps are the Ultimate Male Fetish. A sweaty jockstrap is the essence of masculinity. I steal jockstraps. I’m a jock freak. I harvest jockstraps from every YMCA and college gym that I can get into. U of C Berkeley’s locker room is the best hunting ground in Northern California. Catching a shot between the rows of lockers of a humpy, butch athlete, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, stripping naked, dropping his workout gear into a steamy pile that adds to the hyper-male aroma of the locker-room blows my fucking mind!

Ever since I was a kid and hit my first gym-class locker room, I’ve known what I wanted: a nose-dive into the bulging sweaty pouch of a sweaty jock’s jock. I beat off nights rerunning scenes I’ve seen: guys dragging in from the practice field, dripping with sweat, stripping down out of their gear, strutting around bareass, wearing only their jocks, proud of their muscular bodies.

More than once, especially at various Y’s, I’ve dared to pounce, cutting out from the herd of his buddies, a guy working out late and extra hard, tense with wanting to work himself more than the others, sidling up to him, kind of casual, talking up how tense he is, how I could help him relax, reaching for his bulging pouch, fondling it, taking him off somewhere in the maze of lockers, sucking that rough textured bag of balls and proud meat, snapping those leg straps, pulling down that pouch to flop out a beautiful set of sweaty cock and balls.

Many’s the time I’ve pearl-harbored a jockstrap left lying in front of an open locker after the guy, with his towel around his neck, headed buck-naked for the showers. By then I’ve sized him up. I have his macho specs memorized: his muscles, his body, his hair patterns, his look, his swagger. I take his jock home, strip, and make love to his damp pouch, to the vee at the bottom of the cup where the straps attach and pull his balls back towards his sweaty asshole.

I suck jocks. I pull jocks over my face. I breathe through the sweaty mesh of elastic cotton for so long that all the air I’m living on is totally filtered through his wet mansweat and crotch juice.

Clean or dirty, I pull his well-worn jock up my legs and stuff my prick into his jockstrap pouch. I wear stolen jocks even under my business suit. Sometimes as many as three or four of them cupping my straining prick tight. It’s like walking around the office all day with their strong hands cupping my own dick. Like a grope that lasts forever!

My favorite jockstrap is a Bike No. 10. Boy’s Life always ran jockstrap ads when I was a kid. I guess that got me first started. The Bike No. 10 has red and blue piping on the waistband. Occasionally, I’ve played with a super-steal: a rubber cushioned cup jock that makes the big, hot and horny bulge that football and baseball players are forever tugging at. (Why do you think they call him “Tug” McGraw? And there’s that famous photo of Pete Rose groping himself standing outside the dugout!)

Balling with a fellow jockstrap freak is the greatest: rubbing off each other’s cocks in the tight pouch of stolen jocks, sucking the elastic, reviving the sweat taste and smell, pissing through the pouches, sucking it up, shooting our loads through layers of jockstraps! Bike’s forever!
—A Real Athletic Supporter, Novato

Dear Athletic Supporter,

Cockworshippers and Raunchmen, like generalist admirers of the male body, can’t help but be seduced by jockstraps. Designed entirely to protect the dick and pouch the balls, its straps highlight the mounds of suckable butt. The jockstrap is the most provocative gear a man Can wear.

Like a high-tech version of the primitive loincloth, jockstraps lift and push forward a bulge of crotch that reads hot when worn stripped to a jock alone, when worn under Levi’s or leather, or under a business suit. A man wearing a full-pouched, tight jock feels the physical center of his body with an awareness no other fetish clothing gives.

Jockstraps have Universal Appeal. I’ve never met a man who doesn’t somehow get off on them.

Some few prefer them laundered. Most think laundering a desecration of the cloth. Jockstraps please all the five senses: the bulging look, the elasticized cotton texture, the salty sweat, hot piss, dried cum, and sweet asshole smells and tastes, as well as the snap of jockstraps against hard flesh.

Jockstraps, so simple in concept, receive a ‘suspicious’ amount of attention from straight manufacturers who spend time and money creating endless exciting variations to make commercially, and sexually, competitive, what is basically a simple presentation, disguised always as “protection,” of the male box and butt.

Here is a sample of the variety of jockstraps available:

Bike. Red and red/blue stripes on band.
Champion. Prick slot.
Jantzen. Red and blue stripes on waistband and leg straps.
Bub.
Jay-Bee. With cup.
Pal. Nylon swimming jock.
Em-Roe. From Indianapolis.
Fruit of the Loom. Label on waistband above ass.
Bauer and Black. Yellow and blue stripes on band.
All Star Pro. Red stripes and stitching.
Sears Roebuck. Blue stripe on band.
Wilson Grid. Interlocking jock.
Flarico No. 42. Jock with metal cup.
Bike Pro No. 10. One red, two blue stripes on band.
Futuro V Gard. Great comfortable jock.
Adams AB-10. Heavy football strap.
Circle Athletic Equip. Co.
Protex. Five blue stripes on waistband.
Johnson & Johnson. Rugby permoflex. Weird jock with blue stripes for rugby.
Supporter Shorts. Jock sewn into white track shorts.
— Dr. Strangelove