On Underwear, Nudity and The First Time I Can Remember Going Commando
I didn’t wear underwear yesterday.
When I went to get dressed, the only undies that were clean were a few pairs of briefs that live at the bottom of the top drawer of my dresser. They live there because I never wear them. I never wear them because they tend to grip me a little too tightly in all the wrong places.
And since they were my only options, I decided I’d just go commando.
I can’t remember ever having gone a day without underwear before. I always wear underwear. I always wear a t-shirt under my main shirt. I wear socks unless I am wearing sandals. I’m just a stickler for undergarments.
But yesterday I was forced to leave the underwear at home.
At first it felt a little foreign. Everything felt a little roomier down there. After like ten minutes, however, I totally forgot that there was only one layer of clothing between my goodies and the rest of the world.
I totally forgot, that is, until I needed to use the restroom. Imagine my surprise when I undid my pants only to find that I was naked underneath. For a man who always has his drawers on, it’s a little bit of a shock to find nothing but flesh when he undoes his pants.
I got over the shock very quickly. It’s not as if I haven’t spent a lifetime looking at that particular patch of flesh. It’s been with me a very long time.
I had a similar surprise when I got home. I have the tendency to drop my pants as soon as I get in the door. I prefer to just lounge around in my boxers. When I shucked the pants yesterday, however, there were no boxers for me to lounge around in. There was just a whole bunch of naked Dr. Sparky. Thank God the blinds on the windows were drawn.
I quickly threw on some pajama bottoms and rounded up all the underwear I could find. I then headed to the laundry room to rectify the sad situation of having an empty underwear drawer.
As adventurous as going commando was, I’m anxious to get back into my boxers.
Bwaaa haaa haaa I can relate. I can’t stand a thong that’s too tight either.
LMAO at the naked Dr. Sparky – good thing the blinds were drawn line. You kill me!
I don’t think I could have handled that. I like my underwear too much! And I also like hanging around the house in my underwear. But not near a window.
First of all, I can’t believe you’re so close to thirty and this is your first time going commando…but glad you tried it too. Secondly (and I do this too) WHY do we keep underwear hanging around that we know that even in the most desperate of situations, we won’t wear? I have about half a dozen pair in my drawer and I have never worn them for more than few seconds, and then I realize I won’t wear them for the day because they’re too uncomfortable. Weird. I am glad I’m not the only one who does it though.
Carmel makes such an excellent point. I am in dire need of clean laundry, and there are three pairs of undies in my drawer that I bought in a delusional moment when I thought I was a size smaller than I am. I don’t toss them, but i don’t wear them. They just sit there in the drawer.
But seriously, I think this post was all a ploy so you could find and post pics of sculpted male models.
Funniest opening line to a blog post ever!
Even worse than the underwear you won’t wear are the ones you shouldn’t wear. You know, the ones that have holes up and down the seams and the only time you notice them is when you’re sitting on the crapper. Why do we keep those around too? Or maybe that’s just me…And if it is, well, just ignore this paragraph.
This makes me want to try going without the undergarments. I’ve slept in my birthday suit, but never left my home without underwear. I’m going to have to try this.
I am too afraid of what might happen if I go commando. I can just see it now, my pants decide to split open and my Ass is hanging out.
Those were the best looking men in undies you could find? As my friend Tyra would say, they could do print work but never walk the runway.
Come on now, give me fierce. ;P
I can’t go commando. I can’t even wear boxers. I just don’t feel comfortable unless everything is “under control.”
I just love your blog the more I read it. I chuckle because in all honesty D.S., I didn’t go commando for until April of last year (2006). I ‘ve always been one of those that felt like I needed things under control too. Jusst a bit self conscious on how the package manages to be accentuated at the wrong times, especially if there are ladies present (ususally in the work environment). Now if I know I am going to be present in a room of gay guys, who cares. Let thhem fantasize. LOL.
I am too a stickler for undergarments. I always scoff at people who don’t wear an undershirt. It just doesn’t seem right to go without it!!
I hate when you go commando and the tip of your dick rubs against the zipper and is all sore at the end of the day. That is the worst.