Ok, so i am on the wrestling team for my college, i also play some on the club lacrosse team. My connection to lacrosse had gotten me ask to help with an early season tournament the Saturday before this happened, which was in February of last year, so about 14 months ago.
Coming back to campus that Saturday i had ended up with some of my lax stuff in the Dorm room. So Monday morning early when i head to wrestling practice i decide to take my lax bag back to the fieldhouse, there is an older (as in more rundown) locker room out the back side of the shower room we use for wrestling and it has old lockers some guys use for lax or baseball or even some of the wrestlers keep stuff in them. This is where i store extra gear, every thing from cups to pads to cleats i might need for sports other than wrestling.
So I walk to practice going in through the back locker room. I notice it seems like several more lockers have been claimed this week (to claim all you had to do was give the locker number to the coach and tell him if you were locking it or not). But one caught my eye in that it was one with the door ripped off it and normally isn't used, but was hanging full of a baseball players gear. The thing that really caught my eye was he had a cup with cup jock and a regular jock hanging as if they were intertwined and had been taken off together. I also noticed the regular jock was a TruePlay, one with the thick knitted pouch. I hadn't seen one of those but a few times and only wore one of that brand maybe a time or 2 in all my athletic career.
I knew as soon as I saw it I would be wearing it to practice this morning.
I stripped right there in that locker room by myself, joining a couple other wrestlers in the showers to get woke up good before practice. But after drying off I went back to that locker and put on that Trueplay jock. It looked to have been used for most of this week probably for that guys practice, had a bit of red clay dust around the edge as is common on any jock or cup used by a baseball player.
It felt good, snug. I got a few odd looks as I entered the wrestling locker room from the other one already wearing a jockstrap, but they didn't say anything.
With one wrestling practice I probably doubled the sweat that jock had soaked up all week. Baseball guys just don't sweat that much this time of year.
I wasn't in a rush when practice was over, only having a lab today and not til after lunch.
When I was stripped back down to just the jock I was amazed at how heavy and full of sweat it felt, plus getting our practice spandex off offered a little more relief for my package even if it was still in a very snug jock.
I knew one of those ultra sensitive jack off times was about to be on my todo list.
Problem was, as good and snug as this jock was feeling, it just didn't have much room or stretch for me to get a good throbbing hard on without taking that particular jock off.
Again in just the jock I made the trek back to the other locker room. Unsure as to whether he would notice the jock and cup jock were no longer intertwined I elected to put his cup and cup jock on over the jock then pull them both off together resulting in a similar entangled 2 jock pretzel as I had found them in, just with much much more of my own ball sweat.
I was then going to put on one of my own jocks and go for a short run or ride the bikes or something to keep up the cardio while my heartrate was already up from practice, plus let the others get gone from the locker room, then enjoy emptying my nuts before I showered.
I reached in the bag I had brought from the dorm and the first jock I grabbed was a black new style, but well used, Bike with the grey waist. This was one of my better feeling, but extremely broken in ones that I have and usually keep it in the room for runs and stuff since its kind of too broken in to be good under a tight wrestling singlet, Its one of my first of that style in black and I have had it since back in high school.
It was still very supportive but had plenty of stretch for my dick since it had played the role of covering my morning wood many times in its life.
Ok, so I am sitting there contemplating the run or just going back to the hot wrestling room for some cardio, this decision would dictate how much more clothing I needed to put on over my jockstrap. If it was an outdoor run maybe I could just throw on some sweats, If I was just going to be in the wrestling room for cardio I could get away with no more than a pair of compression shorts over my jock.
In the meantime I had inadvertently put the fingers of my right hand under the part of the jockstrap now holding my nuts and was slowly rubbing them, my thumb at the same time had been upward and rubbing the underside of my dick head ( I had my dick pointed up in the jock).
Still deep in thought, all of a sudden felt something slick under my thumb. Looking down there is a bubble of precum the size of a dime glistening up through my jock.
At that point any idea of more workout was gone, the only thing on my mind now was jacking my dick and emptying my nuts.
Without regard for my situation or location I pulled out my dick, which had gone from half hard to all the way and throbbing in seconds, and started with strokes so rapid my hand looked like a blur.
My teammates weren't even separated from me by a closed door, but would have had to deliberately come into this room to really see me and that just wasn't the norm, so I really wasn't worried. What I didn't even think about was the door opening to the outside, the one I had came in through this morning, but had been brain dead to as I sat there stroking my dick violently.
In only a minute or so a blast of cum shot out my dick and landed in a blob on the floor, the next several pulses of cum just oozed down over my hand to the point it was dripping off the bottom of my hand.
About then a baseball player walked in!!!!!!!!!!!! Not a friend, not a teammate of mine, a total stranger to me. I am sitting there in nothing but a jockstrap and really nothing close by to cover up with, dick still hard and out the side of my jock, hand still on dick, and hand covered in cum.
He was just staring, wide eyed at the scene.
The only thing he said was "Fuck Dude, "I gotta do that too". (or something to that affect, it was a bit mumbled except the excited statement of "fuck dude" and then the fact he had his own dick in his hand in less than a minute.)
He was wearing sweats and either nothing under them or boxers because he was throwing some serious wood and nothing was helping contain it.
To my surprise, dismay, and excitement he sat down in front of the locker I had just minutes earlier returned the other sweaty jock to.
But that wasn't on his mind. He dropped what was in his hands, shoved his sweats down around his ankles, leaving his own dick pointing straight out and ready to be stroked. He sat down and went at it with no regard to me still sitting there at all.
I pushed my jock down, leaving it in the floor right were I had been sitting and went on to the showers, still almost at half mast and hand covered in cum.
In a minute or 2 he joins me in the showers and I guess feels the need to both apologize for having caught me and explain his own urgent need.
He was seriously getting worked up about "interrupting" me. I told him over and over it was all good. Then he went into apologizing for embarrassing me, I was like man, do I look embarrassed.
He wasn't even acknowledging at this point the fact he had followed my lead and started jerking off almost immediately after getting into the locker room.
In a few minutes he calmed down and was very conversational. We hung out, just the 2 of us in the showers for at lest 20 minutes, enjoying the steam and water force only a good locker room shower can provide.
He finally ask if he had ever been walked in on like that before. I was like man, I really don't even try to hide it or worry about it, me and my buds have done it in these very showers, dorm room, motel rooms on our team trips. But, no I really don't remember a time I got "busted" so to speak by someone I never met before. Maybe a wrestler from another team "knew what I was doing in the corner of the showers" sometime but not so blatantly as what you witnessed. (both of us laughing)
Then I told him I also never been joined by a guy I never seen before in such an urgent matter!?
At this he was kind of blushing, but didn't have much to say about it.
The conversation then turned to the fact I had been wearing a jockstrap, and how often did I wear one and what did other guys think when they saw me putting one on and stuff?
I filled him in on my life with jockstraps and such and how I got many teammates to wear one as well. This seemed to intrigue him. A lot of the intrigue maybe from the fact I tried to get more of my team to wear jockstraps while his team belittled him for wearing one.
His own dick had rose to half mast and back down several times in our conversation, especially when we discussed wearing jockstraps and when we talked about beating off. But now it was at a pretty firm half mast, and he knew I noticed it. At first trying to turn around but eventually just not worrying about it.
