Training Camp Dreams

So, a confession. I love football guys, especially the ones who have amazing physiques and who still wear our old friend the jockstrap. I hope to visit every training camp in the NFL (I'm about 2/3 of the way through!) with my trusty camera, documenting all the athletic grace and sexiness these guys have achieved through their hard work and determination. This tumblr is a celebration, really, but also a place to have some cheeky fun. If you share similar interests as me, please contact me! I'm always interested in making new friends. I'm even open to swapping my own private pics! ;) Finally, this is a place for me to just post the pics of guys who turn me on. 

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College stud showing off back when athletes were proud to show off their jockstraps. The attention was an aphrodisiac, and the precum was always flowing during a game.

[musclewrestlingboy]

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Muscle, check. Bulge with VPL, check. Hoping for more of this in 2026, check.

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The pre-season practice ran late that day. Phoenix was having an unusual heat wave in February, and despite the late hour, the temperature still hovered close to 100 degrees. At least that's what Joe estimated as he felt the rivers of sweat drip down his back and chest. His pits were soaked. He hadn't taken a shower since practice started in the morning, and he had been drenched for most of the day. His gear had taken on whatever sweat it could, and the high-performance material clung to his body. His cup felt heavy between his legs during the many drills and his lucky jock had already been soaked many hours ago. The weight of the cup rubbed against his dick and balls, causing frequent boners. He hadn't dropped a load for days because of the intense practices and lack of privacy, so any kind of stimulation or vibration to his junk got him hard. The sweat in his jock and cup was mixed with copious amounts of precum and he was ironically happy that the sweat masked the precum stains that would surely show if his uniform was dry. (Little did Joe know, he was infamous among the equipment staff for having massive precum stains in his jocks and compression shorts ever since he started as a frosh. A few entrepreneurial staff members sold his dirty, precum-soaked uniforms in an underground market for thirsty fans who fantasized about ravaging Joe's body after a game, adding their loads to his precum-stained shorts.) His shorts clung to his ass, showing off his thick glutes, and the shorts ran deep into the crevasse between his butt cheeks, much to the delight of the spectators. Whenever he stood up, his cup protruded obscenely, and the sweat-drenched shorts clung to every curve of the cup, every ridge and hole, every stitch of the jockstrap. When he bent over to pick up a ball or stretch his hammies, the strap lines could not be missed, and between his legs, the unmistakable tip of his cup would point backwards. He was a favorite among the fans, and there was always at least one cell phone, if not a professional camera, focused on his body, his muscles, his thick ass, big cup, and jockstrap lines. The attention only increased when he went pro. He would have an amazing baseball career and his used gear continued to sell very well on the black market.

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As captain of the wrestling team, he took responsibility for the team's loss that afternoon. His match was the deciding one, and he lost badly against last year's NCAA champ. Exhausted, breathless, and disappointed in himself, he stripped out of his singlet. He didn't care that he was half-naked in the open and failed to notice all the prying eyes that lusted after his muscles, his sweat, and his masculinity. He remembered what he told his teammates earlier that day. If he lost the match, he would give his anal virginity to the team as punishment and as a way to rebuild morale and camaraderie. He made the offer in jest, but he realized now how important it was to keep his promise, even if the idea scared him. He was 100% straight and never had sexual contact with another guy, but he cared more about the team than himself. The coach had told the team to never jerk off or have sex prior to a meet, so the guys were horny and they were angry with their captain. They wanted him to keep his promise and to pay the price for the loss.

That night after the match, the gang bang lasted many hours, each jock leaving multiple loads in his virgin ass, taking his aggression out on the captain and his ass. The guys were shocked, and delighted, that the captain took it like a champ, and were even more surprised that he maintained a precum-soaked erection throughout the multi-hour ordeal. The captain was drenched in his own sweat which intermingled with the sweat of his teammates, and his hard dick throbbed and bounced against his hard abs as dick after dick pounded his prostate, causing him to moan loudly and shoot hands-free over and over. The orgasms were the best he ever had, leaving him confused, satisfied, exhausted.

The following weekend, they beat the number-one ranked team, insuring a win in their conference. They were a superstitious lot, so they fucked the captain after every meet, leading to a record-making winning streak for the university.

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Picture taken by me

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Matt's sponsor paid him handsomely during the baseball season. The requirements for his allowance made Matt uncomfortable at first. For every game, he had to wear tight pants and sport a very large cup that the sponsor provided for him. Every week, he would go to the sponsor's house where a party was held to celebrate Matt, his athletic accomplishments, and his body. Let's just say that Matt took a lot of Viagra, learned to appreciate his prostate, and shot more loads than he thought possible during these gatherings, which often lasted late into the night. The money was good, though, and Matt was able to finish college without any debt and he even had a small nest egg by graduation. He fell deeper into the scene as a minor league player, full of ambition and hope but with little income. He was a favorite among the sponsors who took care of these young men. Matt couldn't have been happier.

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When your cup is so huge and the fabric just can't handle it anymore...

I can't wait for college baseball!

College baseball teams are already practicing in anticipation of the 2025 season. Players are dusting off their cups and trying on their jockstraps to make sure they still fit. At practice, they fall into old habits, adjusting themselves whenever they bat or whenever they run the bases or toss the ball. Thirsty fans are blocking time on their spring calendars so they can attend games, and photographers are updating their equipment in hopes of taking better pics and vids compared to last season. Closeted equipment managers are ordering the tightest pants and the biggest cups for their players, knowing that sex sells. Spring can't come soon enough.

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His sweat-soaked jock hadn't been washed since the start of the season. He wasn't superstitious. Instead, he needed the money to pay for school, so he'd sell his used jock at the end of the season, unwashed, to his benefactor. By the time he went through the NFL combine and draft, he was selling a lot more than his jocks. And he grew to love it.

[larrybirdus]

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This was the good ole days, my friends. I was so excited when I saw how this picture came out. I don't think there's anything more sexy than a guy whose jockstrap is so clearly visible. Enjoy!

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Connor Barwin

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This is my man! 

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One of the best things about training camp is that the guys often start removing their gear while still on the field, giving you a rare glimpse into what the locker room may look like! I’m already excited about summer, 2018! Hit me up if you attend training camps, too. 

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Congratulations to the Eagles for their Super Bowl win and to Zach Ertz for his game-winning touchdown! I knew he was destined for greatness. He’s still looking good.

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What are you going to do until college football goes into full swing again? I’m going to keep images like this in my head to get me through the cold winter. I’d pay big bucks to have access to a college or pro locker room. Imagine finally being about to touch and play with the jocks of your favorite players! That’s my hope for 2018. Happy new year, friends!

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I’d love to help #49 out of his gear!

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Mark Gastineau in the golden age of short shorts and jockstraps. If only we could return to the good ole days! 

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Spring practice: it’s a great time to catch your favorite players up close and personal.