credit where credit is due

Since my recent man pole post I have had some interesting discussions with various people. It seems [as Val pointed out] that the technique that you use while in the bathroom might depend on what kind of underwear that you have on. To clarify, it seems that many people are discouraged from using the zipper only because of the damage it can cause. If you have on a pair of boxers, a loose pair of undies, or no underwear at all, then you have very little from keeping your pizzle away from your zipper. This makes perfect sense to me, the seconds that you save are not worth the risk you take. If you play with fire… I actually don’t use zipper for another reason. I prefer my unit to be held in place, and for me to use the zipper I would have to stretch out my underwear. Not to mention its like a minor operation, since you have to weave your duder through the panels. That escape hatch for you piece is a good invention in theory, I just don’t find it very practical.

Anyways, this brings me to what I wanted to talk about. Flashback to September of 1991. I was a 10 year old kid entering middle school. It was the first time I had a locker, it was the first time I had the option of getting french fries everyday at lunch. It was the first time I had to change clothes to go to gym class, and it was also the first time I learned that wearing boxers got you much more locker room cred than tighty whities. So there I was, leaving my comfort zone and taking the huge step into a school where girls had boobs. I was a brief-wearing student government president of my elementary school who was learning the ropes of middle school. It took me only a day or so to master the quickchange, it was all I could do to hide my speedo-like underwear.

After mentioning it to my mom, she got me some boxers. I was pumped and no longer had to worry about wearing the nerdy tighty whities. On my first day with boxers, it was maybe 2 minutes into the first game of dodgeball when I realized that me and boxers had a problem. I had been under the impression that girls were the only ones who had to worry about bouncing private parts. I was wrong. It was probably the next day that I was back to my old ways, but I was supported and comfortable.

Since I didn’t do my own laundry, I am sure my mom noticed. I had really wanted boxers and then I dropped them just as fast. So then one day she came to me with something that I had never seen before. Far from your standard cotton panty, this was a small tight short that was made like briefs yet covered more of your area. The support of briefs with the coverage of boxers… this seemed like a good idea. I thought so then, and I still think so today. Back then I don’t think the mainstream underwear companies even made them. It would be a few more years [like midway through high school] before I started seeing other people wearing this revolutionary pair of underwear.

I just wanted to take this chance to thank my mom for discovering boxer briefs. If it weren’t for her finding them, they probably wouldn’t be anything that they are today. Underwear producers all over the world should be thanking her. Also, they got the best free advertising ever, as people are constantly trying to look at me in my undies.

Note: I wrote this post once and then while looking up a link to a page, Firefox broke and I lost what I wrote. I tried my best to recreate the post but its nothing compared to the original. I also had a link to a video about bouncing privates, but decided to remove it fearing most of my readers are at work and it would not be appropriate.