[sebbie]

Dylan has known for a long time that he was “sensitive" to various kinds of snug-fitting clothing. It’s funny, because around puberty everything seems to be focused on the whole idea that a guy is likely going to start getting a real erection (and maybe an orgasm) in the presence of a girl. This is the way a guy like this is “supposed” to be. The whole idea of a guy possibly getting an erection and maybe having an orgasm too without being with a female partner is never discussed by anyone, but certainly not by Dylan’s parents or peer males in school. Everything seemed to be focused on the whole idea that the only reason there could be for a guy to get an erection is a female partner. And, of course the possibility that this could happen in the presence of another male was completely off the discussion lists.

So, Dylan has long been navigating uncertain waters entirely on his own. There was basically no one to talk about what had been happening to him with anyone, siblings, parents, or peers.

What exactly had been happening to Dylan and why did this end up being such a super secret topic, anyway. Well, like any “normal" post pubescent male Dylan had been getting erections, but sometimes for what appeared to be the strangest times and reasons. These were not situations where Dylan was with a girl. For that matter, these were not situations where Dylan was with another guy his age. Dylan had pretty well convinced himself that he wasn’t gay, but he was not certain that what was happening to him was exactly what was happening to other straight guys, you know, guys who made jokes about what had happened on a date with a girl.

Dylan thought of himself as being shy and nerdy, and certainly not the type to talk about what had happened to him and his body when he was in the presence of a girl. Some of the other guys semed to almost delight about providing too much information in that regard, and for Dylan this just dod not fit his personality at all.

Still, Dylan got erections pretty regularly, but in situations that his peer friends might quickly label as odd, or perhaps even gay. That was part of the problem, of course, that Dylan had no one to confide in.

What kind of situations? Well, I probably do not even need to explain this is detail, but just in case a few of my readers haven’t guessed about this part, there was this first time Dylan saw this picture of a guy wearing a snug-fitting swim brief, and the guy’s penis was clearly visible as an upward pointed bulge in the front of the swimsuit. The swimsuit was pretty much a standard sized brief, bright royal blue, a shiny polyester/Spandex blend. The brief was not even that skimpy, as skimpy swim briefs go. But, when Dylan saw that photo, it was like something big went off in both his mind and body. Dylan knew from that “brief” moment that this is the place he wanted for his own penis to be. Seeing the underside of a guy’s penis pressing against that slick-and-shiny material was almost too much for Dylan’s young brain to tolerate. That one photo provided an enormous amount of psychological pressure that permeated Dylan’s brain and body, and just thinking about that situation was the fodder for countless jerk-off sessions that extended all through Dylan’s high school days.

The great puzzle or Dylan was whether or not what had happened to him was “normal” for lots of guys his age. Dylan had no clue, and no one to ask that question to. It was too, well, embarrassing. Dylan kept thinking that because he got an erection just by looking at a guy wearing a blue swim brief, that might mean that he was gay, but simply was not willing to come to terms with that.

Now, a freshman in college, the old rules seemed to have loosened, if only a bit. Guys seemed a bit less apprehensive about fessing up to what they were doing by themselves. Particularly so with two guys packed into an undersized dorm room lacking its own plumbing. But still, this was complicated stuff. Dylan still has not quite figured out what the new rules are. Am I the only guy in the world who gets turned on by seeing another guy’s covered penis pointed up in a shiny blue swim brief, or is this commonplace? This question had haunted Dylan almost since puberty, and it was still troubling him. And with Josh, Bill and Joe, the answers to questions such as this seemed to get more not less complicated, although the other three seemed to be starting to become more open about their “fondness” for snug-fitting clothing of various sorts. If these items are an “aid” in self-pleasuring, what is wrong with that? No one is being harmed, for sure.

To be continued…