There's something about sports gear, isn't there? Modern day armor for feats of strength and agility, it's utilitarian and form-fitting by nature. It cups and pads the sensitive parts of the body, but is otherwise minimal by necessity. It's no wonder horny teens given only sports as an outlet become horny adults with lingering gear fetishes...
Locker rooms are a semi-private sanctum, closed to the public's eyes and equipped with their own group showers. Fit guys strut in jockstraps and towels, bragging and flexing. Who, truly, knows what goes on in there after hours with all that competing testosterone permeating the air?
Ordinarily I'm a very hygienic person. I even like my sweat clean, and my sex freshly showered and nice smelling. But I'll make an exception for the musky tang of a locker room. I especially like hockey. As a former defenseman, I know the players come off the ice after a hard shift practically steaming, radiating heat. Give me a nice, warm, damp hockey boy with a hairy chest and a pounding heart and I'll be happy as a Stanley Cup champ and as erect as a Sherwood 5030.
Does anyone else have a lingering sports gear fetish from their high school or college days?
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