Oh, my yes. When I was in high school, we spent our summers at a resort where we owned a cottage. I had a crush on the lifeguard at the pool. I used to see his jock strap and suit hung on the line behind their cottage which backed up on the wooded bluff. I hiked through the woods and stole the jock off of the line. Not only did I love the pouch, but there were pubic hairs caught in the mesh. I've always from that day on loved pubic hair also.
Later, I managed to get the master key to the combination locks on the gym lockers at a college locker room. I would watch a hot jock undress and as soon as he left for his activity, go to his locker, get his damp warm briefs out and go to the toilet stalls and jo with my nose buried in the damp warm pouch of his jockey shorts.