Clive loved jockstraps. He loved seeing men and boys wearing nothing but them. He harvised advertisements, calendars, internet photos and magazine fulls of men displaying chest, buttocks, thighs and hiding their meat with the cupping and caressing grasp of white jockstraps.
He knew why of course. And long ago had openly explored his gay feelings and activities so there was no secrets from friends or family except that one..the reason he loved jockstraps.
It was in the early years of his adolescence. Past the beginning of puberty and before managing his erections had become an accomplished artform.
His boners weren't the only ones of course. Classmates, friends and strangers alike unwittingly displayed the expansion of flesh beneath their jeans, gym clothes and swim shorts.
He looked at bared cocks and balls whenever he could to see how he measured up. This too was not only his habit. Eyes met and glanced away as they darted about the locker rooms where male nudity was appropriate.
Clive knew he was like everyone else. And he knew he liked seeing naked guys more then his peers to drooled over naked breasts displayed in magazines they stole from fathers, older brothers or newstands.
He was gay or at least going through a phase according to advice offered by a Minister.
It didn't bother him because he would have to give up the appreciation for the long thick calf and thigh that gracefully becan the round buttock and then the smallness of a back. The emerging definition of muscles on the arms and shoulders, chests and backs of his classmates was like an ongoing development.
"Hey man you're looking good" he said to one or the other quietly. Instead of being called "fag" or "queer" equally quiet responses of "thanks man" or less were given.
"Hey want to work out together?" he was once asked and found himself stripped to his gym shorts learning how to spot someone who wanted to lift weights. He pretended to want to learn and stood over the classmates head with hands outstretched ready to catch the barbell.
"Hey you should wear a jock or something" he was told. The partner had looked upwards and seen his half hard cock and hanging ballsac beneath his shorts. He dressed the same way each time they got together and nothing more was said.
But his workout friend wore a jockstrap and eventually wore only that. The vision was arousing and several self induced satisfying orgasms followed in the privacy of his bedroom.
But it was before then that Clive's admiration for the elastic pouches and the men who wore them began.
It was in a log cabin at a camp. Summer camps are a wonderment of education and exploration. The limiting and forboding presnce of parents are not there. The counselors are around but they neigther nor control their wards.
But Clive never wanted to go. His parents forced him that first year saying he should get out of his bedroom and away from his computer for the summer. So he relunctantly found himself in the middle of lakes and forests that first year.
"You like what you see squirt?" the older and larger cabin mate asked challenging Clive who had indeed been staring at the nearly naked boy.
The hand grabbed his head and pulled him to the crotch Clive had been staring at. The odor that invaded his nostrils went staright to his brain. It was not repulsive but instead intoxicating.
Clive's tongue moved under the side and moved to lick the meat that stayed encased but not unavailable. He realized what he had done and pulled away awaiting the revelation that he was sure the boy would announce.
But he did not. The others laughed at the blushing face that Clive displayed. And the other activities of the horsing around continued with neither further abuse or discussion of Clive's glances.
"Hey" the older boy said. Clive and he arrived at the cabin door at the same time.
"Hey" Clive answered just as butch as he could.
"Look" the guy said as he removed his shirt and shorts "You want to continue where we left off? Everyone's on that canoe trip and Bob (the counselor) is too."
He stood there wearing the familiar jockstrap and nothing else at that moment.
"It's cool" he started to remove the jock.
"No leave it on" Clive said.
"Oh, ok sorry" The boy let the pouch snap back and moved "I just thought we'd both have fun".
Clive, without thinking, "No wait I didn't mean that":
The boy turned back just as Clve moved forward. His face buried itself in the aroma emitting pouch. HIs tongue dove under the edge again, licking more agressively then before. They were alone.
Clive peeled his own shirt off. It was hot and the cabin was getting hotter. He didn't kwno what he was doing only that he wanted to do it as Clive licked the balls now revealed and the cock now filled hard with blood.
"Oh shit that's good' the boy enouraged lifting his testicles so Clive could lick them underneath.
Clive enveloped the cock between his lips sliding them over what he knew were tender places he had learned about feeling his own erection many times.
The cum came quickly hitting the back of Clive's throat and spilling out on his chin with later spurts landing on his face.
"Shit let's do this more, we've got two more weeks" the boy said.
So summer camp suddenly became more enjoyable as Clive sucked the boys cock many times after that always asking the guy to wear his jockstrap. In the middle of the night they snuck out of the cabin and at other times looked or places and opportunities to repeat their pleasure.
Clive never got sucked but jacked his own cock while he sucked the other's. But each time he deeply inhaled the musky intoxicating and arousing odor of the sweat and precum enccrusted jock strap.
Nobody knew or could imagine the total physically affecting power a worn jockstrap had on Clive. At times when the odor wasn't there due to freshly washed garment, he would loose interest.
But usually a jock wearing male has sweat, leaked and more into the pouch that cradled his precious property so Clive was immediately mesmorized and desperate to keep inhaling as he satisfied himself and the wearer.
And nobody knew -- especially his parents -- who couldn't explain why he demanded to go back to the same summer camp he had once despised..even becoming a junior counselor and counselor later in life.
And he wore a jockstrap only if no others did just to have something to inhale when alone. But he preferred the unpredictable aroma of another wearer again and again.