[sebbie]

Part CVI

Like many of my readers I am sure, I have time that I use better when writing on a variety of topics. The other “problem that I have being here is that somehow my mind drifts toward thinking about how I can use the free time to pleasure myself. Nothing remotely dangerous of course, and nothing even involving a sexual partner. Just me here, sitting alone, thinking up ways to make myself happy. My overall happiness almost always entails creating some neat sensations down there. When I was younger—much younger—I was at least a little bit embarrassed that I was having these thoughts—thinking about ways to make my private parts do stuff that would make me feel good in my head. One of the loopy aspects of all of this is that most people seem to think it is OK to feel good in your groin area if you are in a relationship with a partner, but if you are alone, this means that if you start to figure out ways to pleasure yourself sexually you are somehow doing stuff that you somehow “should not be doing.” Culturally, there still exist strong forces that say male self-pleasuring is something that should never be done—a definite no-no. Never mind that every guy engages in it and I am not even sure if some guys more than others.

Over the decades I have managed to build a large collection of items that I like to use when I am feeling like I am feeling right now. None of these items are dangerous though a few some might see as silly. I have a very large collection of swimming briefs and thongs, jock straps some with cups and some without, compression gear, running tights, and really snug fitting compression tees and blue jeans. Plus some one-of-a-kind items I won’t go into explaining here. And of course I have always been a big fan of tighty whitey and even thong underwear, so I have plenty of those as well. As a single guy living alone who thoroughly enjoys pleasuring myself, it has been great fun to have such a collection. I keep finding different ways to have fun and I have not run out of ideas.

Today I am doing some layering. I have long thought layering garments over other garments was a fascinating way to stimulate myself, with more fun happening as the fit gets snugger and the layers increase. I would recommend this approach to any guy who wants to determine exactly where his psychological and physical limits in this regard are. Young guys tend to be very wary of getting into a situation where they might go off in an unreasonable time or place, and many are so anxious that they avoid wearing any clothing that could accidentally get a guy in that situation.

As I grew older I discovered that I had attained somewhat more ejaculatory control than I had as a teenager, and wearing clothing in public that made me feel horny was no longer something that I needed to be that concerned about. The net impact was that I started wearing snugger and tighter fits as daily wear though gradually getting tighter and tighter. Some guys seem to think that the only fun part of being horny is getting to the ejaculation part, but that is not true. It is the trip not the destination—the path a guy takes from the moment he says to himself that “I feel horny” that is the really enjoyable experience. The ejaculation part—however much mind-blowing fun—is merely the cherry on the top of the bowl of ice cream. It is the journey that got you there that is the really important part.

So, I am doing some layering today. I start with a little thong underwear—the kind I like are the once where the pouch holds my penis and balls securely and the rear that cinches up really snug between my glutes.

Over the thong goes an old school jock strap, and today it is one without a hard plastic cup.

Over that goes an old pair of black Bollinger compression shorts that fit really really tight. And a black compression tee on top.

I bought some really neat ultra-snug-fitting blue jeans from Hollister around Christmas time and I have not had a chance to wear them to go anywhere. Made of stretch denim size 30W x 30I, these get pulled up over all the other layers and fit through my thighs and calves like a second skin. I think they look great as well. This is the same size I wore when I was 19, but I fill them out a lot better now.

I am now feeling, well, both cheerful and horny as I write this all down. I like how I am feeling very much and I am most anxious to soon get on one of my stationary rowing machines for a half hour more today. Clad this way I know the time on the machine will pass quickly and I love how that thong cinches up between my glutes with every stroke of the machine.

Enjoy!