[sebbie]

Part LXLVIII

Growing up and as a teenager, I never got to participate in any team or individual sports. The high school lacked a swimming pool and the sports that the school did participate in (mostly Football and basketball) were not my thing at all. Still, as a young teen I guess I was always fascinated by the fact that a lot of sports seemed to require that the guy participating in it wear a specific item that fit, well, rather snug in the groin area.

The teen kids did get in the water but this was usually in a lake or river not in a pool. Some towns had city pools, and back then—this would have been in the late 50s to the mid 60s—it was much more common for guys to wear swim briefs for recreational swimming. Maybe half the guys wore brief-style suits and the other half wore boxer style trunks normally with a brief nylon lining for “support”. Of course for the trunks the lining idea was there to help ensure that a guy’s private parts did not accidentally appear while the guy was swimming in the loose-fitting shorts—which incidentally had legs maybe 6-8 inches long, nothing like the current baggy swimwear that fits down to the knees.

But the briefs were different too, particularly in that they were high-rise as in fitting high enough to the waist that a guy’s belly button was covered. These had “panel” supporters that were simply a piece of nylon in the front of the brief, and elastic leg openings that did a good job of not letting a guy’s private parts fall out unexpectedly.

I was fascinated by the brief style suits my cousins were wearing and I wanted to wear one too, but mom somehow opposed the idea. Dare I say that just thinking about being able to get myself into one was a turn-on that I enjoyed even if I did not fully understand why I felt this way. And the fact that my mom opposed this made the whole idea even more interesting and exciting to me.

There was other stuff too. This was the era of the old-school jock-strap or athletic supporter. Team sports normally required those…basketball, football and baseball. The baseball option had another component that interested me, the hard cup. I presumed that my buds were not going to be able to wear a strap without having some “impact” on them, and I also quickly concluded that something that tight and skimpy must be fun to be in. (I only got my first strap as a young adult, but I quickly made up for lost time in this respect.)

And the cups! Ahh the cups. Isn’t it interesting how a guy’s penis sends the guy happy signals inside a cup even if the cup doesn’t fit that snug. It’s as if a penis can sense something confining it even though the touch is light if at all. My penis knows when it is in a happy place and lets me know in no uncertain ways. Of course I was curious how guys could be strapped in and in a confining cup and still keep their attention directed at the game they are playing. I still wonder about that except to say that few sports require guys to wear old-school cups and straps any more, and if a guy needs to be cupped for protection, generally he will wear a pair of compression shorts with a pocket for a cup. And the really neat snug-fitting cups are getting hard to find.

My first exposure to a wrestling singlet was via my cousin, a year younger than me, who was a high school wrestler. He lived several states away but I saw pictures of him in his singlet, and of course I thought that was neat too.

This was another period in which men’s jeans fit really snug, much like today. Light tan, (wheat-colored) jeans that fit way snug in the butt, groin, through the thigh, and in the leg opening were all the rage with the guys. Stretch denim had yet to be invented, but the fit was really tight anyway. Guys seemed to vie to see who could wear the snuggest light tan denim jeans.

In this case I talked my mom into letting me buy a pair. My mom wanted me to try them on before I bought them and I was very fortunate not to have had an “ejaculatory incident” in the changing room. Somehow, I managed but I was really scared stiff.

Still I did have an unfortunate ejaculatory incident” when I put these on and started moving around wearing them in a public area. This event still haunts me and I am still uncomfortable relating the details of what exactly happened. I will say that the semen left a nice round wet spot on the front of my then-new jeans. But I learned an important lesion that day about the importance of keeping my urges under control. Still, to this day the right pair of snug-fitting jeans does stuff to me that is both interesting and fun. In this respect the jeans fit right in with the other snug-fitting gear I have accumulated over the years.

The gear has played an important role for me as an adult even after having my prostate surgically remove, up until this very day.

I have been working on various strategies aimed at improving the involuntary blood flow in and out of my penis during the night as a post-surgery rehab exercise and with some success. A key to doing this is to put my penis under tension all night long. What better way to do this than with a swim brief?

So last night I pulled out a little red ClubSwim Euro brief with a black front liner. Now the trick is to point my penis upward so the underside is pressing firmly against the liner in the front. That feels good. I can touch or tap the underside of my penis for a really neat sensation that I like a lot—just the rehab experience I need to have. After all, this is serious stuff and what I am doing with myself is all for science. The ClubSwim briefs are nearly as low rise as the Japanese style ones and I need to keep tugging at them so as to not show a “Y”.

Yesterday evening I found an old pair of looser-fitting but short-legged old-school Puma shorts in shiny blue fabric, much like the kids I went to school with wore in the 60s. Then I started playing with myself from the OUTSIDE of the shorts. THREE layers of fabric, but moving the puma layer across the underside of my contained penis felt really really good, in that I am getting decent blood flow into my penis with every pass of my fingers across the cloth. And when I looked this morning there was a tell tale spot of dried precum clearly visible on the black swim brief liner.

I need to try this one again, but that is exactly where I need to be in my rehab efforts!

To be continued…