The Jock Strap - Part 1

Kurt was in the shower, scrubbing his tight and toned body down after the day’s practice. It had gone well, he thought, the team really coming together in preparation for the upcoming season. Every play had been called to perfection - like clockwork. Everything in its proper place. If he kept his grades as high as last year, and if the season went as well as practice, he’d be a shoe-in with the league’s talent scouts.

Finishing up, he grabbed the nearby towel he’d neatly folded on the shower stall door and dried himself off. Then he made his way back to the locker area where two large rows of lockers stood. The locker room was largely empty as Kurt tended to take long showers. They were inefficient, which grated at him, but necessary. He couldn’t afford to be around a dozen naked men - not unless he wanted to tank his chances at the big time. The world’s opinion of homosexuality may be evolving rapidly, but most football teams still wrestled with the taboo of gays in locker rooms. At least, his team certainly did.

Just as Kurt stepped foot on the rubber padding that separated the locker area from the rest of the showers he heard a dull grunt from the corner of the room. He thought he’d waited long enough to be alone, but evidently, someone was still here. Curious, he crept quietly to the edge of the row and peaked with one eye around the corner.

What he saw was the huffing and quaking form of Erick, the team’s largest defensive lineman. Although they were on the same team, Kurt had rarely interacted with him outside of practice. What he saw of his behaviour in the locker-room led him to think the man was a slob, always making lewd jokes and terrible come-ons to teammates, and his near-corpulent appearance did little to dissuade him of that opinion. While the man’s strength on the field was never in doubt, Kurt couldn’t help but note the folds of hairy, excess flesh that lined his enormously broad back, or the way they jiggled slightly with his movement.

It was about then that Kurt wondered exactly what he was doing. He was wearing nothing but a jockstrap, and he seemed to be straining at something since he kept releasing muffled grunts. Then it hit him - he was masturbating. Here, in the locker room.

Kurt was shocked. He knew the man was a pig, but jerking off at school? It was unthinkable. And yet… he couldn’t look away. Worse still, he could feel himself hardening at the sight. It was disgusting - he was disgusting - but the thought of another teammate relieving himself in such a personal way nearby was enough to excite every locker room fantasy Kurt had ever had.

He watched silently as Erick worked himself over, the rhythmic motion of his right arm sending ripples that flowed throughout the fat encasing his body. He never turned, so Kurt could only stare at his backside, noting how wide his shoulders were, how the hair that coated his back seemed to run straight up and into the buzz cut he wore, how his shoulders seemed to flow into a thick skull with only a few chunky wrinkles to denote a neck. How the straps of his jock cut deeply into his impressively thick ass and waist almost enough to be invisible.

Sadly for Kurt, he didn’t have much time to play voyeur. The big man let out one slightly louder, pig-like grunt, and then his body jerked 3 times before he sighed and straightened. Then Erick quickly removed the jock strap from his expansive rear and dropped it on the bench with a slight squish before lumbering off to the showers down an adjacent aisle.

Kurt stared at the discarded jockstrap, knowing exactly what he’d find, but compelled to confirm it anyway. Still wearing a towel, he padded quickly over to the bench and picked up the undergarment. They were warm, and wet, and smelled unmistakably of recent sweat and cum. And there pooled inside the pouch was the remnants of the big man’s seed, a string already escaping and reaching to the ground.

What he did next he couldn’t explain even if he were asked. He put the strap to his nose and inhaled deeply, the stench overpowering his senses. He felt light headed, giddy, and harder than he’d ever been in his life, obviously tenting the towel he wore. Then a thought crept into his mind like a thief in the night, and he decided to act on it without consideration.

He dropped his towel and slipped one leg through the jock strap, and then the other, the holes far larger than his legs required, pulling it up and onto his groin. He felt the still warm jism coating his balls while his hard-on poked just above the waist band, stubbornly refusing to be contained.

Kurt had to hold the jock strap up as Erick’s girth was far wider than his own, but pinching it from behind with one hand let him feel how it might be to wear the garment. It wasn’t so much different from his, just a larger strap and perhaps a deeper cup - Erick must have possessed some impressive equipment to go along with his bulk. The thought was enough to get a pearl of pre to glisten at his exposed tip.

After a few moments, Kurt came back to reality, realizing he was standing in a cum-stained jockstrap in the middle of an empty locker room. A wave of embarrassment washed over him and he ambled back to his locker to change for class, removing the jockstrap as he did.

But instead of putting it back on the bench, he placed it in his bag, near the bottom so the odour couldn’t escape much. Then he nearly ran to class to avoid being late.