Flashback: Tease Time

If you're into big flopping cocks, none of that this time. But if you're into the male form, including the bulge, then you'll be quite happy. Sometimes when guys tease the big reveal, I'd quite prefer they don't reveal a thing. I'd rather use my imagination.

That includes picturing myself as a certain very specific inanimate object. Underwear. Because I'd get to cling where it counts, and be taken along for the ride, caressed lovingly, maybe peed or precummed in a bit, then possibly tossed on the bed at some point where I'd have an interesting view I'm sure.

Or perhaps I'd end up with a view looking up if the guy pulled me down to his knees. It's all a day in the life of a pair of underwear from 1971. The glamour.

Though I would also have to hold my breath to deal with the wet chaos of the washing machine. And the hot dizzying dryer. But it would all be worth it if I could clasp onto these men with purposeful glee.

In case you're concerned, I do have a vague self-awareness that I'm not, in fact, a pair of underwear from 1971. Risky life anyhow, considering I could have ended up on Nixon.

Still, it's always time for a sort of double escapism, into photos from the past, and finding oneself inside them.

Yes, I do notice that one guy has no underwear in sight. I appreciate that too, him blazing a trail for the bare asses of the future.

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