This post has been around in my head since the surprisingly (to me at any rate) positive response to my D Is For Dressed post, which asked the question “What to wear to a beating?” and showed a picture of myself wearing a tight fitting, arse exposing item of what I thought of as male lingerie. I’d bought it in Las Vegas and it’s shown below. I was further emboldened by a recent tweet from blogger EA Unadorned which showed him in a pair of zip fronted briefs. Being both younger and fitter, he carried them off better than I would have done!
I guess my reluctance was a fear of appearing ridiculous; an older guy focussing on sex orientated clothing. After all, for most men the limit to which they would choose underwear for a hot date might be to pull on Calvin Kleins rather then M and S. But I liked wearing the item I bought in Las Vegas. It put the focus onto the physical, the corporeal, creating sensations in erogenous zones and making me feel good. I wanted more of those things. What I didn’t like was the way it encased my cock and balls in see-though nylon mesh. This didn’t feel great, and I wanted my cock to be hidden if it’s not erect (quite common for me, especially if I’m being caned) and yet easy to get at when I find myself ready for action. Neither were achieved by this item.
Googling “Male Lingerie” seemed like an obvious place to start, but produces images that are largely either men wearing oversized women’s lingerie or items that seem intended for fancy dress stag parties of a type I don’t want to be associated with.
The former is fine for those for whom cross dressing is part of their kinky make up but it’s not part of mine (well maybe only a little bit – women’s swim suits and bikinis; I always wanted to get dressed up in a tight fitting swim…. aah… bollocks….where were we?). Ahem. The latter could only induce ridicule if worn by someone my age.
I want something that will stimulate me erotically when I get dressed in it before an encounter; a combination of focussing my attention on the right areas of my body and letting me look at myself in the mirror and see the clothing rather than the somewhat overweight, older guy wearing it. I want it to encase my cock and balls in a material that I can stroke my hand over and feel both the soft, sensual smoothness of the material and my hardening cock underneath. I want to be able to slide my hand round so it rubs over my bare arse, feeling the change in sensation as it transitions from the material to the skin. Perhaps my arse is in for a beating, in which case I’ll rub my hand gently over it, feeling how soft and delicate the skin seems before the assault of whips, paddles and canes which is to come. It’s deeply sensual to do this; I know that in an hour it will be hot and sore and the flesh under the skin will be hardening into bruises but, for now, I’m happy just to touch my body; to be in touch with my body.
All these things define a very particular item of clothing. I didn’t find it on the internet but I did find it at Fifty and Dean, a fetish clothing shop in Soho, whose primary clientele seem to be gay men.
It’s leather, has a zip at the front and it turns me on. I’m wearing it now, enjoying the touch of the leather on my cock, enjoying the nakedness of my backside. Hmmm.
Why do gay guys get all the best underwear?
That’s what I want to know.
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