Jake kept browsing the fetish aisle, gawking at some of the more extreme options or toys. Being a college freshman, Jake wasn't exactly the most experienced when it came to sex. He was about a below average build and underdeveloped, which didn't translate into him getting all the chicks. He had made out a few times, but that was about it.
He got midway down the row when he saw an item that caught his eye. He spied a filthy, dirty jockstrap hanging on the shelf. The jockstrap, original pearly white, was a grungy dirty yellow color, as if it had been worn and sweat into for years without being washed. Jake was several feet away and he could smell the nasty crotch stench wafting off of it. The stink should have turned his stomach and made him sick, but the smell intrigued him some how. He stepped closer and picked it up off the rack. Whoa! It absolutely reeked! The yellow fabric felt greasy in his hands. He saw that the pouch of the jockstrap was worn and very stretched out, as if it's previous owner had some quite prodigious equipment. There were even a few thick curly public hairs left behind stuck in the pouch. Jake could feel, with a wave of disgust, that the pouch was crusty and hard from something. He wrinkled his face as he realized he was probably touching another dude's crusty old loads. "Gross! This is so nasty! What kind of person would be gross enough to wear this?!" Jake mused. He wanted to toss the garment away, he was disgusted by it. But, for some reason, he couldn't. In fact, he felt a very strong compulsion to go to the dressing room and try it on. He was getting a bit hard in his pants at the idea of the filthy fabric rubbing against his crotch, depositing the strong BO on his clean body. He grabbed the jockstrap and walked towards the dressing room.