From a local gay underwear party to what you wear at the gym for possible gay hookups or just to catch the eye of a cute stranger undressing near your locker, a gay man’s underwear tells a lot about someone’s personality.
For example, even though jock straps are technically for hot horny jocks, in the sport of dick sucking, I feel you can truly express your inner slut in any way you want when wearing your best jockstrap. There’s just something about that exposed ass lifted by the straps (great handles when a top takes you missionary style or your other favorite gay sex position, in my opinion) that makes you feel like a bonafide slut!
In our current day and age, jockstraps come in various patterns, designs, and fabrics, which can be overwhelming; the fit, fabric and things you like about a jockstrap can only be confirmed after buying the jockstrap and maybe getting fucked in it a few times. And by then, you might not find the piece to be durable or made to last (even if the gay bareback is relatively tamed for an all-night orgy). And you certainly can’t return it!
Lucky for you, I’ve shopped and fucked enough to have some jockstraps I can’t live without, and I want to share the best jockstraps you should buy in 2025 based on longevity, fit, fabric, styles and overall gay appeal. Let’s check it out.
Why, as a gay male, should I invest in more jockstraps?
A jock to me, is one of the sexiest pairs of underwear a man can wear. There’s just something comfortable about a jock, and it isn’t just for the best gay OnlyFans models like me who need easy access to get fucked wherever you are.
While fuckability is a nice perk about jockstraps, another plus to wearing jockstraps can give you a bit of a boost, as the straps line your ass cheeks perfectly and can accentuate your butt immensely, giving you the lift that you need.
It’s also a nice way to give people a dose of your personality while you’re naked; when at a gay sex party or gay hookup app orgy, people may only get a sense of your personality by your shoes and your underwear, so you might as well put your best foot, and cockprint, forward!
Picking the pattern and design is totally up to you and your interests, so express yourself as a gay man. Some guys I know love sporting their favorite anime or cartoon characters, a cute pa, or just simply their favorite color. Me? I’m the type of girl who loves a bright neon color!
There is also the understanding that certain underwear will signal to other men that you are part of the tribe, and I don’t just mean the horny hairy wolves out there; I mean the bigger pack of liking a little dick in your mouth and ass.
Some of these underwear brands are distinct ones worn by the gay community, so by shopping for the ones below, when you undress at the gym or public places, your underwear could be doing the gay cruising for you without opening your mouth until there is dick present to gobble.
What fabric should I consider when picking out a jockstrap
The fabric and feel are important when picking out a jockstrap or any underwear… After all, you will be wearing this a lot.
Most jocks either come in two main fabrics, cotton or polyester, maybe a blend, depending on the brand.
When choosing underwear fabrics, cotton is generally considered the better option over polyester for breathability, comfort and absorbing some moisture when you’re bits get wet, or the juicy leaking precum gets too much in a horny moment!
However, polyester is also moisture wicking, and a synthetic fabric like poly can be a bit more durability, really allowing a good jockstrap to last a little longer and handle some pulls and snaps in your local gay cruising bar as guys hoot and holler at your tight toosh as you walk by on a Night or Jockstrap Night.
Typically, you’ll also see elastic and silk fabrics or just your basic cotton, which I prefer. In my years of wearing some cute jocks, the cotton fabric underwear stays in place easier than the elastic.
But again, I have my favorites. As far as the best jockstraps for 2025 go, we are going to get into them all, so keep reading!
Garçon
Garçon Model is what happens when you combine tasteful gay AF design, top-tier materials, and a clear understanding of what we like to feel and show off. Their jockstrap line is pure fire—think bold colours, ultra-soft microfibre fabric, and a cut that frames your assets just right. It’s the kind of jock you throw on before a night out, a gym sesh, or a hot date (with someone else or just yourself).
Here’s what makes them top-tier:
The Quality: These aren’t your cheap, fall-apart-after-a-wash jocks. We’re talking premium construction that lasts, even if you’re putting them through their paces (literally).
The Fit: It’s snug where you want it and breathable where you need it. The pouch is flattering and functional whether you’re packing light or heavy.
The Style: Garçon doesn’t do dull. Their jocks come in vibrant colours and limited-edition prints that make your top do a double take (and a double tap).
The Vibe: They’re sexy without trying too hard. They’re confident but not costume-y. They’re playful but polished. Think club-ready, bedroom-approved, and Instagram-thirst-post perfect.
So if you’re in the market for something that screams fun, feels fantastic, and looks even better hanging off your hips (or tossed on the floor), the Garçon Model has you covered—well, barely. Check out the complete jockstrap collection: Garçon Jockstraps.
Jockmail
Jockmail has to be my favorite wear right now. As I had previously mentioned, I’m really into bright, vibrant, neon colors. Some of these jocks are made from elastic materials, but the feel and fit of these are something I’m used to and comfortable in. Plus, they come in a wide variety of colors!
The neon pink currently holds my heart. Because of their durability, these are very affordable and a great starting point for your jockstrap journey.
Andrew Christian
Andrew Christian’s brand has been around the gay scene for years. Growing up in Fresno, he knew he wanted to break free from the scene and branch out into his own dream of fashion design, and that’s just what he did.
His brand is very much ingrained in the gay community. You’ll find a lot of cute things like mesh, fun prints and things that will certainly let everyone know you’re one of the boys with this band peeking up from your waistband (although, hopefully, you’re wearing them in a situation where you’re not wearing any pants at all!).
PUMP!
While I love the look of these, and PUMP Jockstraps are, like Andrew Christian, a very classic gay jockstrap band, I personally find that the elastic band, no matter what size you order, tends to be a little too squeezed. This is a personal opinion from me, so that does not mean you won’t find enjoyment in them, but I will always choose something else.
Calvin Klein
Everyone has heard of Mr. Klein, haven’t they? If you haven’t, where have you been? This underwear brand is one of the most popular brands to date and specializes in jockstraps but mostly briefs. In my day, I remember being a really young boy and seeing the Calvin Klein ads come across the TV with Justin Bieber’s fat bulge staring at me, and that’s how I knew I was gay. For most of their ad campaigns, they use the power of celebrity endorsements.
Calvin Klein definitely evokes a young twink and or hot little femboy spirit, as the classic sans-serif logo of the waistband feels ingrained in my mind as the brand you see hot twink sat the bar wearing. But the brand itself is also a classic department store underwear, where hot horny straight guys wear it too, but the brand itself still has some serious gay cachet. It crosses the Kinsey scale for all bodies and horny types!
BANG!
BANG is a brand that I see most gay hookups wear living in Los Angeles. These seem to be very popular in the gay community due to the vibrant colors, bold lettering, and fun shapes. The back of these jocks sometimes has extra fabric around the straps to pull in your cheeks, almost giving them a lift, which who doesn’t love? Who doesn’t love a good-ass lift? I’m definitely first in line.
PAPI
Another personal favorite of mine is the brand PAPI, but mostly for those I’ve seen dressed (and undressed) in it, hee hee.
PAPI is similar to the designs of Calvin Klein and falls under the same categories as far as design, fabric, and durability, in my opinion, but with the clear understanding that I’ve only really seen this brand worn by gay males. Again, back to the non-vocal hookup signals your underwear can put out: Calvin Klein: maybe he’s gay, PAPI: he is most certainly gay. Don’t get it twisted.
A comparable difference from PAPI to Calvin Klein is the straps that are in the back of the underwear holding your ass up. PAPI’s straps are a lot thinner than most jock straps. I personally have never tried on this type of jock, but I have seen many kings wear these in the bedroom or at the gym. From my understanding, the less fabric you have on, the better it looks. Realistically, you only need a jock to hold up your junk, so they’ll eventually just be on the floor once the fun starts anyway…
Bike
Bike is a well-made brand of underwear and jockstraps. It conjures the classic jockstrap design with no bells and whistles or very little flair, and I mean that in a good way.
I’m talking about that classic white mesh cotton with the large waistband that looks better filthy and soaked in sweat on a hairy muscle daddy at a gay cruising bar, that is, if they aren’t wearing leather.
Typically, they just focus on minimalist design, which they have been around for years and are still a crowd-pleaser. It’s definitely a great, solid brand for those who want to know they like a little tradition and comfort in their underwear.
Coyote
Coyote Jocks feel like the new kid on the block in some ways, but all the traditional markers of a fashion underwear brand in the making; great marketing, hot guys and an array of products that, again, do what you want underwear to do: scream you are part of the tribe of horny cocksuckers ready to fuck!
When I look at their aesthetic, it definitely gives Aussie Bum vibes to what that brand was to my generation of gay males (not to call AussieBum old, in fact… stay tuned for the last, best one, in my opinion!). But you get it: AussieBum created the archetype of underwear for gay men and marketed their underwear ever so for the male gaze. Coyote seems to be following the proud tradition.
Now, these are getting closer to the high-end side when it comes to cost. A simply designed jock will run you no less than thirty dollars in the US and, in my opinion, doesn’t have the colors or flair I prefer in underwear. The classic shades of black, white and grey are classy, but I sometimes wanna be a little trashy!!
I’m sure if the brand added some more colors and designs, it could take the gay underwear world by storm, but it seems a little outdated for where we are now. Being in the West Hollywood scene, I will say I have never seen a pair of these in person, so my opinion on them is a little skewed…
AussieBum
Saving the best for last is AussieBum. Being a fan favorite for many years says a lot about their jock selection. Something that might set AussieBum aside from the others is just how affordable they are.
Starting at six dollars, they make it extremely easy to afford several pairs or lose a couple if you’re really fleeing a trick’s house and you leave a pair behind!
They again hit all the marks of good gay underwear: signaling to males you’re part of the gay club, various styles and designs like the ones above, and, in my opinion, good sales and affordability.
Squirt
While not officially an underwear brand, a Squirt jockstrap is maybe all you ever need in regards to jockstraps. It’s sexy, comes in slimming black with great deep red accents, and, of course, showcases your #1 gay hookup app in the world! Unfortunately, it’s not for sale… yet, but you can get your hands on this exxxclusive piece when Squirt does promo and events, so if they are in your ‘hood, ask nicely!
There are so many brands of underwear and jockstraps that it is hard to narrow down which ones are the best precisely. From my own personal experience, any of the above brands will not steer you the wrong way. Most of them have exactly what you could be looking for; you just have to be able to do your own research. Fit, comfort and style is all subjective, so you gotta try on a few pairs yourself and make an informed decision.
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After getting my massage, I walked down the staircase from the hotel to the pool on the ground level. Before my massage started, the place was quiet.
Few people enjoyed the pool, located inside vine and fern-covered walls and shaded from the intense Cambodian sun by a lovely boutique hotel.
By now, the sun had almost set; the sky was tinted orange, and a steady stream of local young Cambodian boys with big smiles were trickling in from the streets and getting undressed in the locker room.
Two handsome young men took a selfie in front of a wall with a recognizable contemporary design painted on it. I imagined they’d discreetly upload it to their Instagram to show those in the know where they’d be hanging out tonight.
I opened the door to the sauna, which was empty when I had gone in before and found about a dozen sweaty, glistening brown boys lined up side by side, all eying each other. Their small thin loin cloths were practically see-through, and many of them had their cocks hanging below.
Part of me wanted to lose myself inside this steam room for a while, but I had just had a sexy massage upstairs, and I thought it might be better to just wander around the entire place and check out everything that was going on.
The sauna is small, and most of the action is squeezed together. But there is plenty of room at the poolside to hang out and chat with locals and tourists alike. Many locals spoke English; everybody knew enough to be silly, flirt, and connect.
In the far back corner of the facilities, a hot tub stood completely black. Dim lights illuminated black tiles, creating a black hole effect around the pool.
Some of my favorite guys were sitting inside this hot tub. Next to it was a hallway that doubled as a shower. There were four shower heads on each side and beautiful plants everywhere. The facility was charming and impeccably designed.
Suddenly, somebody in the shower said a warm hello to me in English. He was a handsome young Cambodian man in his thirties, skinny, and eager to talk. He told me he had a seat at the pool and asked if I wanted to join him.
The friendly, slender guy, Dara, was in the process of marrying an older American and starting a life with him in Europe.
Dara was easy to fall in love with and had a gravitas that hooked me, too. An excellent conversationalist but also a bit of a tease (Dara would imply immediate sex but always have a reason not to), I was becoming more eager throughout our conversation. The bottle of wine we were sharing warmed my body so much that I barely noticed the air starting to chill as the daylight began to end.
I realized my sex drive was starting to override my politeness; I needed to get off. It made no sense to continue talking to someone when I was this horny, and there was a steam room with so many potential gay hookup options so close by.
I excused myself from the lounge chairs, telling Dara that I needed to use the bathroom.
Once out of sight, I disappeared into the sauna. By this time, it was already crowded. The steam hit me hard, and I began walking past boy after boy, each one dripping with sweat, steam, enthusiasm, and desire.
I passed by one, and he smiled right at me. His eyes told me, “Come and get me.”
I put my arms around his waist, held his gaze, and kissed him. He kissed me in a sloppy, overly eager manner, but I didn’t mind. His eagerness showed me that kissing wasn’t what he wanted to do.
I looked down below at his tight, muscled Asian body. His cock pointed out eagerly from his thin frame, ready for anything.
I turned him around, began jerking him off from behind and touching him all over. I still hadn’t gotten used to how perfect the men were here and how readily they were willing to give it all up.
We played around like this for a bit, and then he grabbed my hand and led me to another side of the bathhouse. The private rooms here felt like cubicles, almost stacked on top of each other. You had to climb into them, which had a fun, kooky aesthetic, like young horny boys getting into a club playhouse.
He climbed in first, and I followed him. We were both completely naked. I crawled right on top of him and didn’t even bother to reach up to his face. I flipped him over and began to devour his thick bubble butt, rimming the hairless hole and allowing my tongue to plunge deep into him; he let out a slight moan. I put my tongue greedily on top of his pink hole and stuck it as far inside as I could. I breathed in his musty smell and kissed him, moving my slippery lips all over his slippery hole and tickling him with my beard and mustache.
He was thicker than the rest of the twinks in the sauna, and he knew he had a fantastic ass. I wanted to do this outside in the sauna, but I was a little too self-conscious to get down on my knees in front of everybody.
I heard him moaning in front of me. He was lying on the padded mat inside the cubby where we were. I moved up so that my hard cock lay between his ass cheeks. I began kissing his neck from behind.
I grabbed onto his hands and found his hole with my cock. I began trying to put myself inside of him with no help from my hands, hoping my tongue action, spit and courage would help guide me into this hot horny, twink bottom.
Luckily, he was already loosened up, perhaps from already being penetrated by another horny patron earlier? Whatever the reason, I stuck myself inside of him without much effort, my dick meeting little resistance. He let out a shy “yes,” slightly muffled by the playmats of the cubby, but it was enough to let me know he liked where this was going.
I pulled him onto his knees, doggy style and began fucking the life out of him. By now, he was screaming with pleasure so loudly. If we had any audience, he definitely would have formed a crowd.
I kept pumping my cock in him, letting my thighs slam against his ass as I thrust my cock harder and harder into him; I was getting close, and I could see him on his knees, using his one hand to jerk off his dick. Sweat began to form on the small of his back.
Soon, I came inside of him in this position. I turned him over, laid him down on his back, and hovered over him as he finished himself off, eventually cumming on his stomach.
After he finished, I lay down on top of him, and we caught our breath, my lovely twink kissing my neck, signaling goodbye kisses, and his hands lingered on my body as he started to prop himself off the mats to leave.
I rolled off of him, lay down next to him on my back, and watched him climb out of the cubby. I followed behind him, but by the time I had exited, he was nowhere to be found.
Outside, back near the pool, Dara was still in his lounge chair, just where I had left him. His glass of wine was full, and the bottle was empty.
We resumed our conversation exactly where we had left off; the horny adventure left as a blip in the matrix, a commercial break I could almost forget myself if not for my still semi-flaccid wet cock. I grabbed my wine glass and chugged the remnants of my wine, smirking to myself as I contemplated how we quench our thirst beyond the beverages we consume.
