JOCKS WEAR JOCKS! (jock straps)

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Ok, you HAVE to tell us the background story of this jockstrap on a cactus. (I think "Jockstrap on a Cactus" sounds like the name of a drink: like "Sex on the Beach.")
Or maybe this is a jockstrap on a COCKtus.


Wow, do you have psychic abilities? Your presumption is so accurate!

In 2018 I had to attend a conference of teachers of German for California in Palm Springs. I asked the college's travel coordinator to book me into a small hotel, so that I had a bit of extra privacy at the end of the day.

The hotel turned out to be a gay guesthouse, situated in a very nice mid-century vintage home. It had everything that you would expect from a gay guesthouse: nice building, nice decor, nice property, nice pool and hot men.

One of the hot men was a barrister, attorney for those not familiar with that other term, from England, who also happened to be a judo champion. At the pool we exchanged pleasantries, which he continued on the pool deck with conversation. He invited me to his room for a drink, then another and another until I lost count. He mixed a very nice drink; it was his creation that night. We wanted a name for it. But what?

We started seeing how far we could fling his jockstraps from the window into the garden. One landed on a cactus, which gave us the name for his drink: Jockstrap-on-a-Cactus!
 
Wow, do you have psychic abilities? Your presumption is so accurate!

In 2018 I had to attend a conference of teachers of German for California in Palm Springs. I asked the college's travel coordinator to book me into a small hotel, so that I had a bit of extra privacy at the end of the day.

The hotel turned out to be a gay guesthouse, situated in a very nice mid-century vintage home. It had everything that you would expect from a gay guesthouse: nice building, nice decor, nice property, nice pool and hot men.

One of the hot men was a barrister, attorney for those not familiar with that other term, from England, who also happened to be a judo champion. At the pool we exchanged pleasantries, which he continued on the pool deck with conversation. He invited me to his room for a drink, then another and another until I lost count. He mixed a very nice drink; it was his creation that night. We wanted a name for it. But what?

We started seeing how far we could fling his jockstraps from the window into the garden. One landed on a cactus, which gave us the name for his drink: Jockstrap-on-a-Cactus!
OMG! You're kidding! Is that actually what happened? I guess I really am a psychic. I wonder how I can make some $$ out of it...
Bist du Deutschlehrer?

I also wondered, when you said it had "everything you'd expect... hot men"... is that REALLY the norm in gay guesthouses? It always seems to me that ads for such places (or gay cruises or gay bath houses/sex clubs) feature photos of the world's buffest men (that's "buffest" men, not "Buffet" men... altho...) but the reality is it's usually just a bunch of regular guys or even out-of shape trolls.