Thong underwear and the sapphire blue Speedo® Part 1
I think I got my first pair of thong underwear in early 1989. Three pairs came in a box each in a different color. The brand name was Hom®. As I recall, thong underwear designed for men had become increasingly popular in western Europe, and maybe in parts of Asia as well, but the design was considered too radical to be salable to the more conservative American males, who at the time were all still wearing cotton briefs or boxers.
From the moment I saw the thongs, I knew I had to have them. I liked to masturbate a lot, but my preferred technique was with the aid of a nylon and then poly/spandex blend swim brief, or by wearing finding the most undersized pair of tighty whiteys and then crawling into the most snug-fitting jeans in my closet. I did a lot of this starting with when I entered adulthood and was out on my own. Maybe too much, I thought, but then there never seemed to be any ill effects and I always enjoyed myself tremendously.
Still, from the moment I made my thong purchase, I knew the thongs were going to be something special. I was not aware of the fact that I was entering a phase that would be like a male master course in male self-pleasuring.
The Hom® thongs were built on what I call the European design—stretchy, poly/spandex-laced fabric, minimal pouch size made from this fabric, skimpy sides. And then there was the back—the wonderful back that consisted of simply an elastic cord only about 3/16 inch in diameter. This cord was so skimpy and stretchy that the only possible way it could fit was positioned not over the butt crack, but deep between the glutes from the top of my butt crack to just behind the male scrotum.
The thin elastic cord had to be connected to the front pouch and the two parts were sewn together, making a lump at the lower end of the pouch just behind the scrotum.
The first problem I faced after removing a thong from the box is what goes where and how to I get into something so stretchy and skimpy? Obviously my penis is supposed to fit inside the pouch. But the ease by which I could do that would be more difficult if I was anything other than fully flaccid, and merely ATTEMPTING to get my penis inside the pouch was making me grow and get hard. The dilemma was that the more I struggled the more difficult it was becoming to get my penis entirely into the pouch.
The other “problem” is what to do with my balls. After struggling and finally after some effort getting my penis inside the pouch, I though that my balls were supposed to be inside not outside the pouch too. Flaccid this could be possible...but already being somewhat erect and hard this would be a real struggle. Somehow I managed but by then I was oozing drops of precum on the brand-new thong pouch. But if I left my balls outside the cord of the back would act like a ball splitter, and I figured that was not the way the thong was intended to be worn at all. Penis and balls belonged inside the little stretchy pouch, together.
The really interesting part was that with both the penis and balls inside the pouch then that little knot that ties the rear cord to the pouch ends up just behind the scrotum. In 1989 I knew nothing about that male sexual hit spot of nerve endings located exactly where the thong knot is positioned, but somehow, I knew I had discovered a hot spot that was making me feel really horny—frankly, the sensation from that spot was blowing me away.
So, what I learned in those early days of attempting to wear the Hom thong that just putting one on was arousing fun. But once in place I should get used to the feel of the cord between my butt cheeks with every step I took. And further, each step stimulated the perineum area by tugging on the cord putting upward pressure on the perineum and tugging on the pouch, a pouch that contained my penis and balls and a situation where I seemed to be getting still harder and oozing precum in those wonderful small, glistening droplets. This stimulation was getting tougher to deal with but more fun minute-by-minute. I could tug at the cord back as well which not only would put neat upward pressure on the perineum as the cord shortened, but also provide more stimulation to my penis inside the snug pouch.
Still, perhaps the most wonderful part of all is the “conflict” that occurs should I (inadvertently LOL) get bugger and harder while in the pouch. The cord back “wants” to pull my penis and balls downward and this happens over and over as I walk and take each step. The sensations tend to make me harder and still more horny. But the pouch is tugging in the opposite direction upward and forward, tugging on the cord in the opposite direction, and as I get bigger and harder the cord shortens putting more upward pressure on my perineum. It goes without saying that this “conflict” is fabulous erotic pleasure.
Continues in subsequent post
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