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Can we talk underwear?

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I caught up with my Twitter-buddy Leonard James to talk underwear.

When did you first become interested in men’s underwear?

I remember being turned on by the sight of myself in a jock when I was 13. The sight of myself drove me crazy, and I’d run home every day after school to beat everyone else home so I could wank for an hour in my jock, in front of the huge living room mirror. I couldn’t get enough of me.

How have you continued to explore the sexual side of men’s underwear over the years?

When I was 27, I was seduced by a male hustler I met hitching cross-country. It was just something he wanted to do. He left his underwear on the floor one day and it had an intoxicating body odour. It wasn’t rank or anything, it was a delightful, sweet smell that drove me crazy. Even after he washed it, the odour of him would remain.

When he wasn’t around I would beat off smelling it, which was funny, since he would insist on sucking me off everyday anyway. He didn’t have to do that, I would have let him stay just for the company, but he always wanted to have sex with me. For a straight boy, he was awfully good at getting me going — he had this habit of taking off his shorts by lying back and raising his legs over his head so I could see his smooth, baby ass and his balls hang. Talent, you can’t beat it!

I was disappointed when he left since it meant I wouldn’t have the smell of his underwear to excite me anymore. He didn’t even leave one for me.

I’d been wearing boxer shorts, but when I turned 30 I started lifting weights and I started getting turned on by my body again. I stopped wearing underwear altogether. I got so into it that I went from 130 pound scrawny to a 175 pound muscle boy. I loved being around other lifters!

Back then, it was all guys and nobody wore shirts, just small shorts. I miss those days. That led to problems though, since guys were drawn to me just for sex and I tend to be more relationship-oriented.

I did get to date many porn stars, including a few Colt models, though. They were always disappointing sex. They’d started being athletic young, so their personalities never seemed to have developed. The porn guys seemed to think that just being there was enough and that I should be excited just by their presence. They did porn but were sexually un-creative and unimaginative. I’m a pretty square guy, but I had the chance to develop emotionally with values and varied interests, so those guys didn’t impress me much.

I was surprised to find myself desperately in love with a skinny but bubble-butted dude who was a biological engineer at Berkeley — I lived just down the street. I soon developed an attraction to his habit of wearing tiny, ripped jean shorts in his off hours, with white athletic socks. Sometimes his balls would hang out of them, or part of his ass when he bent over, which drove me crazy. I started imitating his dress.

Mostly I really liked being naked. Sometimes, I would sneak into the university gym at night — as an employee I had keys — and do an extra workout nude. I got seen, but the guys were impressed so I was never reported.

Things were a lot looser then.There was a lot of nudity about. I even used to go walk up in the hills above the university nude. It was great. When people saw me naked they seemed to be relieved — as if I’d given them permission by doing it — and would also take off off their clothes. My freedom appeared to also free them.

It wasn’t until I was forty, though, and living in Portland, that the underwear thing really took off. I don’t know why, it just did. Suddenly I found myself going through porn shops for sexy undergear.

There was also a catalogue from San Diego called Undergear and I started buying a lot of stuff from them. Once a year they would have a clearance sale and I could get the past year’s inventory for a song. I would fly down every August. I could load up — since it was the larger sizes that didn’t sell and I was now 200 pounds of beef — I would buy 20–30 pairs of skimpy underwear.

Then something happened and I got greedy for more sexual stuff. I’m an artist, so I started designing my dream underwear. I met a man who made leather stuff and I took him my drawings. He loved them because they were challenging to do. So I designed harnesses and leather underwear and he made them — some of them I still have.

About that time I also got the idea to have my nipples pierced. It seemed the next step in my sexual journey. Being a sociable guy with a wide variety of acquaintances and friends, a piercer who had heard that I wanted them done came to my job on my birthday and pierced them for free as a gift — right there at my post as people watched.

I still go to porn stores looking for stuff that might appeal to me. I go there once a month when they liquidate the stuff they haven’t sold. Again, being a large guy, it’s my sizes they often don’t sell, so I get my pick. I also found that sometimes Amazon has neat stuff for really good prices, and I’ve bought some pretty slinky stuff from them.

How many pairs of underwear do you own?

Who knows? I have three drawers full, and a couple of tubs in my closet for the leather gear.


It seems silly to keep collecting the stuff, since I don’t date anymore, but I love buying it when I see something really cool — and I love it when guys at the gym forget to take their underwear. If it smells good I take it.

Which are your favourite brands of underwear?

I no longer have a favourite brand. I go for whatever appeals at the time. During the 90s I did have a thing for 2(X)IST, but they stopped being creative and just kept putting out the same stuff year after year.

Which styles of underwear do you prefer?

I have no preference for any particular style, though I do lean toward skimpy stuff and different jocks. I can sometimes be drawn to things like football padded leggings — but that gets a bit expensive, so I don’t have many of those. Plus, they tend to slide down in the back and I’m always pulling them up. Annoying.

What are some of the next steps in continuing to explore your passion for men’s underwear?

I really have nobody to talk to about the underwear thing. Not that I don’t want to talk about it, it’s just that no one I know shares my interest. I went on a site a couple of years ago and there was this guy who advertised wanting to swap underwear. I was excited — the thought of getting someone’s used underwear with their smell on it appealed to me. I sent him about five pairs that I’d lost interest in. He sent a thank you note, said he liked them, but never sent me any undergear of his own. I was pissed, as you can imagine.

I’m getting on in years now. I was stabbed by a crazed meth-head on a bus five years ago, and it’s taken all this time to heal and I’m only now getting back to the gym. I’m swimming every other day to lose the fat I gained while recuperating. I can’t believe it’s taken so many years, but I was cut open from groin to sternum and was laid up for a year with in-home nursing care in a hospital bed. I had to learn to walk again. I had no idea how much we use our abdominal muscles to walk. I’m still in pain, and the doctors say that I always will be. Worse yet, I’ll never have a flat stomach — even if I get down to a six-pack.

So, I’m conditioning myself to get back into lifting weights by swimming. I’ve changed my diet and lost 20 pounds in the last two months, but I still have a way to go. I do prefer being over 200 pounds but I have to build it up in muscle again. I’m also having to bear the embarrassment of having the humongous scar up my front. But it doesn’t matter, I still have to get on with life. Maybe someday someone will be attracted to me just the way I am, but I have to accept what has happened to my body first.

In the photos, I was already 64 and a bit pudgy — but I do like a little extra on me, just like I do on my men. Dating lean porn guys and models was unappealing on another level. Being with a lean guy is more like cuddling up to a rock — I don’t like it. It looks good, but it doesn’t feel good. I like a little give in a guy. I like cuddling into muscle covered in a bit of extra. A bit of fat on a butt makes me drool.

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The exhibitionist appeal of a kilt



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I caught up with my Twitter-buddy Sean to talk about his passion for kilts.

Due to the nature of his work, Sean has to remain anonymous for this interview.

What was your first experience of wearing a kilt?

I started wearing them several years ago, more out of interest than anything else. I’m not Scottish, I have Irish heritage.

The kilt really appeals to me as an item of clothing on many levels — it’s far more comfortable to wear than trousers, and also looks a hell of a lot smarter too. I always wear the sporran, kilt hose, and flashes with it — it’s the complete look.

Is there a sexual element to wearing a kilt for you?

The freedom of it is wonderful, and there’s a real buzz about wearing a kilt — it gives me a lot of confidence, it’s a bit like power-dressing.

I get a lot of positive comments and compliments, from both men and women.

I’m guessing that you’re a bit of a purist when it comes to wearing a kilt — obviously there’s no underwear?

It depends where I am, to be honest. If I’m at home, or out socialising or doing general stuff, then no, never. At work I’m a bit more respectable.

As well as being a kilt-lover, you’re also a naturist. Are those two passions related in any way?

I’d be lying if I said no — its very liberating, and its also the one item of clothing you can wear where it’s almost expected that you’re going to ‘free’ underneath — what’s not to like about that?

How do you explore your love of naturism?

That’s easy — taking my clothes off as often as possible. It’s a fantastic way to be more comfortable and confident about yourself. There are far too many hangups in the world as it is — why add to them?

Would you describe yourself as an exhibitionist?

Without a doubt!

What’s your ultimate kilt-wearing fantasy?

It used to be to be able to wear them all the time — so, in some ways I’m living out that fantasy now.

Sean without his kilt (image supplied)
Sean without his kilt (image supplied)

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