Undies

I like loose undie elastic, you know when the elastic is old and no longer holds, and it slides down over my arse to half way, it makes me feel slutty for the rest of the day. It’s a turn on. Takes my thoughts... um... er, down there.

It makes a walk, say along Smith Street, or Burke Road – I'm doing some consulting for a small legal company – way more interesting.

An old, worn out pair of jocks... hours of joy. Swing those hips. Walk like a whore.

I love a guy in his jocks, I’m a sucker for them. Even a sneak peek at his elastic out of his jeans. I can honestly say, any man, straight or gay, looks hot in his undies, legs, arse, his shaft pushing out from inside.

It’s was the first painful, unobtainable lust objects, the boys at my private school in the change room in their undies, I remember then vividly... sexy, hairy, tight little arses. I’d go home every night after footy practice and whack off over any one of the guys in the change rooms.

I had my loose undies on when Matt came over the other night, it had to be more than him, after all these years. It's why I was horny for him... I'm sure.

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