Spending the Night in a Cup The Original Version
This story I wrote in its original version over two decades ago, perhaps in the early 1990s. This is the original version, or very close to the original version. Then, as now, I was concerned for guys who do not have a regular physical relationship with a partner. But I was also very concerned with the bad reputation of solo masturbation and its purported linkage to guys who were socially inept since if they were masturbating they therefore were unable to be with a sexual partner.
Then, as I would now. I would promote solo masturbation not as something inferior to partner sex, but simply as an alternative sexual activity guys could pursue and enjoy in the absence of a sexual partner. In the past decades I have learned that many if not most men in relationships still enjoy solo masturbation, and the idea of mutual masturbation is not considered somehow abnormal or inferior either.
I attribute my interest in swim briefs, jock straps etc in part to the fact that as a teenager I never got to pursue swimming requiring a swim brief or other contact sports that required a strap and maybe a cup as well. At the same time, I knew that other guys my age were agonizing over the possibility that in order to participate in the sport they were going to have to wear these. As a young teen, I quickly. figured out that wearing these could quickly lead to arousal, which is what the other guys probably thought as well, and that is why they were apprehensive about the whole idea—it was really a mixture of fear and unbridled enthusiasm for feeling horny.
As a young adult, I quickly got into a situation where I was living alone, and could buy anything I wanted, swim brief, straps cups, and I was able to check out the various theories I had about these being excellent for feeling horny while engaging in solo sex. This has never stopped and probably one of the reasons I never even spent any time in seach of a sexual partner is that I was just having too much fun on my own and lacked any real interest in taking up with a partner who might jeopardize this. To this day I have no regrets sticking to my decisions along the way.
In order to write this, I first got into a pair of my favorite tighty whiteys, and then pulled on an ancient strap with a traditional hard cup (small, nearly flat and not very roomy) from the 90s with a tight pair of Starter brand compression shorts probably from the early 2000s. My stuff down there feels really, really good, and I have a loose-fitting pair of sweat pants pulled on over so no one who sees me today will be the wiser. I particularly like how my enis seems to “know” it is in a very confined space as the strap and cup presses down aided by the really snugness of the compression shorts (its time to drip precum !). But in the original essay I had already discovered the same idea.
I am going to end this here and post the near original version of Spending the Night in a Cup as a followup post including the reference to a long-gone newsgroup Web site.
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