Trunks

I can clearly recall the first time a man showed me a sample the goodies in public. I was in eleventh grade and he was probably a year older than everybody in the classroom. For some reason (you do not wonder about those things when you're in high school) he was in the same grade his younger brother was. He was handsome, with a slightly crooked nose (probably a fight, now that I think about it) and was already shaving. Full-on man. During that year, we were in an 'older' part of the school and our desks were those old-fashioned desks that had a low cover in the front. I guess that's why he felt he could show me his crotch with impunity. 

Not that it would have mattered during chemistry. People were always busy doing their own thing and it was a little chaotic. I imagine that's why he would always turn and show me the outline of his hard dick during class. I could clearly see his religion, natch. It was a very nice dick, too. Ever since, I've loved a dickprint. Really. And many men clearly do not mind you looking at his junk. Blessed be the sweatpants.

When I used to take the train to work, I had to take the Halstead bus for some blocks and that's when I discovered that it was much better to bring a book with me. The morning commute is full of men in dress pants. And you know dress pants mean one thing: dickprint. It was distracting, to say the least. I do not work in the city anymore, so those days are gone. But it did show me that my penchant for detecting which way a man hung did not end in high school. And that many a man is very happy early in the morning.

Funny how things that seem so inconsequential do leave a mark, no? Oh, BTW, I am partial to wearing trunks, too. Like Marcel. They tend to be really comfortable. Even though I have donned a jockstrap often to please a gentleman caller, of course. Besides, wearing a jockstrap with tight jeans is very comfy. It does give you that extra support...

I wonder how Marcel would look in a jockstrap. He seems to fill those trunks quite nicely.

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