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Whats better, his dick or his smile? 🥵

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.

"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.

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.

Reblogging in honor of the first day of baseball season.