my mom, mattie, gave me this jockstrap for xmas '96 (sophomore year of high school) in my christmas stocking. i had given my favorite jockstrap, at the time it was the 'cherish the one i rape' (not listed on this site), to my friend jon who had fucked his only jockstrap to sithereens with his huge uncut tool, so i needed a new one, prefereably strong and durable. 'the big green bean,' as i called it, was perfect, and jon and i used to swap it back and forth, trading it, along with desserts, at lunch in the school caf. the elastic band on the jockstrap was tight and sturdy, so we were both able to fuck it hard and frequently — back and forth, in muliple positions, against various surfaces — and the jockstrap still sustained its physical integrity. the only bad memory of 'the big green bean' was the stench of jon's semen, which he barely wiped off before trading it back to me — jon's semen smelled (and tasted i should say) like jheri curl — and so eventually i gave him sole custody of the 'the big green bean' and invested in a rider and bike cup. jon eventually sold 'the big green bean' on ebay to an older straight guy in vermont named tim. god knows what happened to that thing. stank something fierce. the zipper was precious. 1996.