I can’t even think how or why it all began because it feels like I’ve always been obsessed.
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There were old J.C. Penney/Sears catalogs in my grandparents’ basement that fed the flame.
There were drawers of my dad’s old HS sports gear in that same house, where I got to try his old jockstrap and bone up in it.
In HS I got more comfortable asking for or just grabbing more risqué styles when we would hit up stores like Marshall’s/TJMaxx because there would occasionally be erotic styles.
In college, more than a few straight guys wound up with one less pair of boxers/briefs/boxer briefs after a house party they’d hosted. (I used to become a very specific type of klepto when I drank.
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) One pair in particular that I took from a straight guy named Jesse — gray Hanes briefs — have lost some elasticity so they’re loose and always make me hard when I wear them.
At the local Y, I would always try to spend as much time as I could hanging out in my jockstraps before proceeding to put shorts on for the workout or before stripping them off for the shower.
I just get fascinated with the fabric men choose to cover their dicks.