Have you ever given serious thought to underwear? Jockstraps? Spandex? Gym shorts? Neoprene? Rubber? Leather? Latex? Different materials, formed in different ways, touching sometimes naked skin. For some people, reaching into the top drawer (where most people keep their underwear, by the way) and picking out something to cover up the parts of you that only the most intimate of intimates ever see. Bit of cloth sewn together, at their most utilitarian, to keep the unseen contained and from rubbing too erotically against the seen layers of clothing. At a slightly more erotic level, contoured and artfully sewn around delicate, sensitive skin, meant to accentuate the assets on display. To hold back. To keep parts from protruding. Bouncing. To wick sweat and other moistures away from the skin, leaving it free to move, and stretch.
I have a personal attraction to many things. Primarily naked skin. However I do have a special affinity for clothes that are designed to fit very closely to the skin. I like the way a jockstrap allows me to wear tight jeans, to keep the family staff contained and not too much at a level of distraction to cause the eye drop.
We’ve all seen it and most of us have done it. I know we are all supposed to look each-other in the eyes, or at the very least somewhere near the eyes while we’re talking, but there are some days when clothing is tight, or gaping that the eyes drop. Sometimes when sitting with my legs wide and jeans a little tighter than I should be wearing, I’ve seen the eye drop. Men look. Women look. It may not even be out of attraction but simple idle curiosity.
The fun begins when you catch them. And they know you caught them. Should I drop a hand idly over my crotch? Should I lean forward and remove the view. Should I smirk? Should I pretend nothing ever happened?
Sometimes under those jeans, there’s spandex. or neoprene. or a jock. or nothing at all.
I wonder what they are thinking about in that brief moment caught off-guard staring at a man’s crotch?