Collecting Football Players Jocks
submitted July 31, 2000
Twenty years back while going to college I discovered one night that a door to the men's locker room had not been fully locked. I tugged at it to discover I had private access to the entire place, locker room, showers, weight room. I entered and made sure the door was locked.
I had worked out in this gym for years, beat off in its showers many times, but here I had the place to myself. I found an empty locker and disrobed. I started walking around, beating off to memories of the guys I'd cleaned up with or seen dressing or showering or whatever. Thinking of their hard bodies, their hairy chests, their powerful arms and legs. I strode over to the scales while pounding my low hanging balls in between my legs. They spank my ass with a loud popping sound. I get real excited about not having to try to hide the sound my balls make when I beat off real hard and furious. I like bringing myself to near climaxes and then stroking gently my fully engorged dick gently with lube. I stand in th chalk bed and think of all those naked comrades I watched day in and day out.
I love the locker room, coming in after a good sweaty workout. Being proud of my naked body, so what if my flaccid cock ain't that big, I know it measures up with most men just fine when erect. I get off watching other guys disrobe, getting down to their jock. I love it when a guy just stands there and plays with his cock under anise sweaty jock.
So anyway here I am and I notice that the football players have their laundry pinned to the outside of their lockers. I find a nice sweaty jock in about ten of them. And I take them to the weight room. There in front of the mirror, I try on each of the glorious sweaty jocks. One I could swear had the smell of semen distinct on its meshy pouch.
By this time I decided I'd finish myself off. I got on a nice soiled jock and got on a leg machine. I started working the plates up and down while my cock ached within this guys borrowed jock. One bu one I hung the remaining jocks around my neck making the most wonder our sight and smell. I got close to the mirror and shot four huge loads upon it which then slid down to the floor.
I beat off a couple more time, once while shaving and the other while laying on the shelf where the trainer tapes guys up.
To this day I still have all those old jocks and I occasionally get them out to remember this great night.