The Male Athlete

Baseball Jocks, Cowboys, Jockstraps and The Male Athlete...with fantasy short stories

[scrumjock]

Ain’t no doubting Thomas is a proud jockstrap wearer

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David couldn't understand why he'd developed such a dedicated fan following. Sure, his jockstrap leg straps were always visible under his tight white pants, but all men wear a jock, a fact the fans seemed to adore. His fans gave him a nickname, when he ran onto the field, they would chant, or holde up signs that read "GO STRAP-ON!" When they asked for selfies or autographs, they'd call him by the name without fail. David just smiled, thinking it was a simple, funny joke about his visible straps. He had no idea that to everyone else, "The Strap-On" was a direct and humiliating reference to him being a bottom who loved to get fucked.

[real-and-raw-militaryguys]

[athleticsupporter]

The soldier had a caked-up bubble-butt and a bit of a cocky ego, so his sergeant purposely adjusted his pant size down two sizes in the SEAM (Soldier Equipping & Asset Management) system. Now, with his bubble butt, the seam of his uniform pants gets sucked up between his cheeks. With every step, the seam of his pants rubbed his asshole. At first, it was uncomfortable, but now it's a pleasant hug, a constant friction that reminds him of the existence of his asshole, something he had previously never thought about.

[menareawsome]

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The coach pulled his pitcher aside. "Fastball, low... need you to do a cup check for me." The pitcher nodded and fired a 92 mph fastball, striking his catcher low and square in the bulging crotch. The dumb catcher immediately rolled around on the dirt, clutching his poor balls and gasping for air. The coach walked over, leaning down over his writhing catcher and said, "Cup check. I've told you many times, men wear a jock and cup. Now ice your nuts and get a cup."

[athleticsupporter]

The entire room smelled so bad when each guy pulled his used jock strap from his gear bag and removed the cup. What can we do, it was tradition! During the end of the season party, each guy had to drink from another players athletic cup. This meant most of us tried to make our cup as foul as possible, most hadn't washed their jock the entire season just to keep his cup as ripe as possible. Drink up boys!

[athleticsupporter]

Billy’s hairy asshole was clearly visible through his wrestling singlet, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the coach. In front of the packed bleachers, within earshot and in full view of the fans seated nearby, the coach pulled him aside and handed him a flesh colored butt-plug, telling him to cover his hairy asshole or quit the team. Humiliated, Billy reluctantly took the plug, pulled down his singlet, and stuffed the rubber plug into his ass while the fans struggled to hold back their laughter. Phones snapped pictures as Billy fought back tears of embarrassment and the painful stretching of his tight virgin rosebud. When he finally emerged from the side of the bleachers, the entire gym chanted, "Butt-plug Billy!" By the end of the weekend tournament, photos and videos of Billy awkwardly stuffing his ass with a large butt-plug had spread across social media as wide as his sore asshole, solidifying his new nickname.

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IMG_6946 by Dinur Blum Via Flickr:

[athleticsupporter]

It was hot and humid, and I needed to sit for a moment, resting on the ground. I could feel the sweat that had built up in my cup now running down my balls and pooling in my taint. Wearing a cup is part of the game, but damn, it trapped the heat like a personal sauna for your junk. Still, every baseball player needs to wear a cup; you just have to accept the swampy, sweaty reality that comes with protecting the family jewels.

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Jockstrap forgotten in porta potty at baseball diamond, and hung on fence. I sure hope the owner finds it or someone else gets some use out of it. 

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Jackson Drake, known as "Doctor Thirst," was the perfect himbo, a gorgeous, muscle-bound jock with a world-class bubble butt and brains to match. His nickname, printed in bold letters right across the ass of his trunks, was a nod to his constant stream of thirst trap selfies. Behind his back, his fellow wrestlers called him "Doctor Slut," because every match was the same: his trunks would get sucked up his ass, flashing the black straps of his jockstrap like a neon sign. It was an invitation, a silent plea to be bent over and pile-driven with a hard, punishing fuck right into his oblivious bubble butt. He was completely clueless, while the entire locker room and half the crowd just saw a dumb muscle slut begging for a hard fuckin'.

[boxingfest23]

[athleticsupporter]

It was supposed to be an exhibition match, some light sparring to drum up fan ticket sales. I was shocked to learn the "light sparring" meant we'd be in just our jockstraps, no trunks, in a ring outdoors in the open. I made the best of it, bouncing around the ring in just my jockstrap as the fans cheered and cameras flashed, the pouch swinging with the weight of my cock and balls. In the press interview afterwards, when asked if the actual match would also be jockstrap-only, the promoter answered "absolutely" before I could speak. The day of the match, in a packed stadium and wearing only a jockstrap, I was knocked out in the first round. While unconscious, my opponent stripped me of my jockstrap and tossed it into the stands. My corner men rushed to pull me from the ring, and as I was only barely conscious with my arms draped over their shoulders, fans spanked my ass, grabbed at my cock and balls, and a few actually punched my nuts like a punching bag. Defenseless, my poor junk took a brutal beating.

[bulgecapture]

San Antonio Plaza & BBB-97 by Cayden Cribbs

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After college with no professional baseball offers, he tried out for Banana Ball, a league whose tryouts were as bizarre as the game itself. He was told to wear just his cleats, a jockstrap, and a cup. Nothing else. The tryout was just him and a coach with a camera on a tripod. Practically nude, he was filmed shagging flies, hitting, and catching, his ass on constant display. At the end, the coach asked what special skills he had besides baseball, explaining that players had to be "connected to the fans." Puzzled, the player pointed at his own cup, pridefully smiling and saying he had a big cock. The coach's expression immediately soured. "This team can only have one alpha," he growled, "and it's me." He opened his pants, whipped out his cock, and told the player to suck him off, swallow his load, and prove he wasn't the alpha. The player dropped to his knees, his first time giving a blowjob, gagging and struggling with the sheer amount of cock in his mouth. But he did it, swallowing every drop. He made the team. Now, his coach is the alpha, and he sucks his coach's cock after every game in the office. It's humiliating to meet his girlfriend afterwards, worried he might have dried cum in his beard and knowing for a fact that his breath smells of another man's load.

[rugbysexxxy]

Wrestling - Exposed

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Coach said we were just drilling grappling, no striking, so I figured I'd skip the cup-stuffed jockstrap, since a low blow wasn't on the schedule. I was just wearing plain underwear under my shorts. Wouldn't you know it, while not a low blow, my training partner took my back. As I stood up, his legs caught my shorts and underwear, yanking them down to my knees and exposing my cock and balls to the entire gym. A few guys snickered as I frantically tried to cover myself and break free. I now know why my coach told us on day one that men should always wear a jockstrap at the gym and a cup when sparring, always. I never skipped a jockstrap after that day of public exposure.

[anglofranco]

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"Are you kidding me?" John's face said it all as he stood at the registration table in just his jockstrap, told he was a tad over the weight limit. The registrar suggested, deadpan, that maybe losing the jockstrap would get him down enough to compete. Already the only contestant in just his jockstrap, John mumbled "fuck-it," hooked his fingers into the waistband, and bent over, giving everyone a clear view of his hairy asshole as his bubble butt parted. He kicked the jockstrap off and shuffled over to the scales, his cock swinging freely. The registration desk guy picked up John's discarded jockstrap, sniffed the pouch, and then stuffed it into his pocket. John made weight, but when he looked for his jockstrap, all the other contestants just smiled or laughed and said they didn't see it. He returned to the registration desk to finish his check-in, his compliant weight certified. His cock was now right at face level with the registrar who had stolen his jockstrap. Life was good, the guy thought, looking at the cock and balls that had been so recently cradled in the jockstrap now warming his pocket.

[silverskinsrepository]

Tyron johnson & Jalen Guyton

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Tyron and Jalen's white jockstraps were always visible beneath their white football pants, their leg straps tightly framing each player's butt. Fans had a nickname for them, the "Strap-On Twins," but it escalated when they started receiving packages in the mail: used jockstraps, some with crusty, yellowed pouches and others still damp with fresh cum loads. In the locker room, surrounded by coaches and teammates, they'd open the packages to roars of laughter. The coaches got a real kick out of it, suggesting they wear the fan-supplied jockstraps for the next game. Both players, disgusted, immediately refused. What they didn't know was that some of their teammates, finding the situation hilarious, fished the most soiled fan straps out of the trash and replaced the duo's own jockstraps in their lockers. The next day, Tyron and Jalen unknowingly pulled on the stiff, stained, and crusty fan-supplied jockstraps, their asses now wrapped in the dried cum of some anonymous stranger, all while their teammates snickered, waiting to see if they'd notice.

[silverskinsrepository]

Jalen Guyton

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His thighs were so massive and his pants far too tight, leaving his poor nuts with nowhere to go. With every pitch, they were brutally pinched between his quads, causing him to clutch his balls in pain immediately after his delivery. The trainer ran out, offering to inspect his nuts, but he angrily waved her away. His coach stormed to the mound, his face a mask of disgust, and told him to wear a jockstrap and cup from now on to protect his balls. "Real men wear a cup in baseball, regardless of position," he barked, loud enough for the dugout to hear, making it clear that his current nut-crunching predicament was a rookie mistake.

[spndxjcksblog]

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Billy needed cash fast for a doctor visit and some more jock itch cream; some dumb bitch he'd fucked gave him an STD and his dick burned like hell. When he was asked to caddy for the rich fuck donors at the country club, it was a no-brainer. The real money, though, came from the way those bastards would slip him a crisp fifty to drop to his knees right in the club's restrooms and let them shove their dicks down the quarterback's throat. He'd look up with spit-slick lips stretched wide, drool dripping off his chin while some pent-up family man fucked his face, grunting about how the star athlete's mouth was even tighter than his wife's cunt. Billy would just take it, hollow his cheeks, and swallow every last drop of cum, because that doctor visit wasn't going to pay itself. Nothing made those men reach for their wallets faster than watching the local football hero choke on their cocks like a two-dollar whore.

[sportingwood3]

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It happened every time he wrestled, and he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the testosterone, the constant body contact with his opponent, the friction of his tight singlet, or just the sheer exertion of the match, but he always got a rock-hard boner. His singlet would tent out obscenely, no way to hide the rigid outline of his dick pointing straight out for all the fans to see. The crowd would murmur and point, cameras would flash, and his opponent would smirk, knowing he had a psychological advantage. He was a good wrestler, but he was forever known as the kid who popped a boner on the mat.