Nudism and undies fettish
Is there any connect at all?
In a non nudist society, can this fettish be a stepping stone?
In my childhood, the window to nudsim was open by Tarzan. I was amazed by his body beauty, accentuated by the tiger skin loincloth. In my fantasy, I used to move like Tarzan and in the process gradually, the tiniset loincloth became too much to wear and I stood naked in forest.
Later, I used to secretly collect undies adv pictures, minimum was always better.
Many of my nudist friends said that they live varieties of undies, however by now, I am a free baller, mostly.
After a long long gap of almost 10 years, few days back I went to buy an undies and I discovered that I still have this love for small tiny cozy undies.
What do you all feel?
Today, underwear comes in such a wild array of styles and colors and fabrics, for those of us who need to wear or just enjoy wearing them. I feel sorry for the guys who lived in past generations who never had the pleasure of feeling the soft, tactile comfort of their genitals being held in place - unless of course they did what guys probably did back then - sneak in a private fashion show, preening in a mirror while stretching out their sister/mom/girlfriend/wife's undees!
As to the gateway to nudism, I think there could be some validity to that thought. All my younger years it was those ridiculous tighty-whities I was given to wear, and as soon as I got out on my own I began shopping for alternatives to them, feeling like there was no grace in those boyish garments. I wanted flair and style, even though I was the only one seeing them besides a girlfriend who would catch a glimpse before they came off and I got me some action, yay!! It was still all cotton back then, until I wandered into some of the man-made fabrics in my twenties, and oh yes, that first set of silk boxers I was gifted by a woman who knew I would enjoy the feel. Then I graduated to less instead of more, smaller, more showy bits to hold my bits, until I finally gulped down my worry about what a check-out counter person would think of me when they handled the package of thongs I put on the conveyor belt. Hurrying home, I could not wait to strip and pull that tiny little piece of clothing on myself, and feeling the sexy itch of that slight strip of cloth inching up against my anus - it was everything I thought it would be. My first microfiber thong, given to me by a lover who knew me well, gave me a thrill that is difficult to describe, and its longevity means it is still in my drawer today, waiting for those special days when I have a need to enjoy that cool, breathable fabric up inside my appreciative crack, along with the juxtaposed feel of the rougher fabric of the other clothes I was wearing on my bottom half in contact with my cheeks. That was back around 1999, five years before my nudism would become something more than just around the house.
Did my underwear fetish lead me toward my love for being naked? I cannot say. And I'm betting no one's done a study on such a premise. A few months ago after someone asked me in TN how many pair of underwear I owned, I was curious enough to pull out the whole collection and even took a few photos of them laid out on my bed, and it was a bit embarrassing to realize I own close to fifty of the damned things! From plain white string versions to the more exotic animal print thongs (yes, even leopard skin - though I seriously doubt Tarzan would don a thong), it's a wide selection and admittedly a rather foolish collection for a full-time nudist. I am happy to say it has been a long, long time since the tighty-whities were among my colorful panoply of penis-packagers!
Today, it does feel a lot like a fetish for me, on those days when I have to leave the nude resort where we live and I'm looking into my sock and undee drawer, trying to decide what I'll put on under my shorts or jeans. You might think all of those items would have been tossed aside when I moved here, but there is still a place in my heart for that lovely, dare I say naughty tickle of sexy clothing between me and the clothes I generally dread putting on. Clothes are plain stupid to wear most of the time. I know many nudists who just go commando but I don't do that very often unless it's a really quick trip out into the fake world. I prefer the confidence-building thong on my manly parts, or at most, a skimpy string bikini to separate my gene-producing equipment from my jeans. In those circumstances, I really enjoy the feel and slightly mischievous aspect of knowing I'm wearing something special and no one else needs to know.
I was a briefs kind of guy untill I worked in Saudi Arabia; there the locals at the time favoured baggy white cotton boxers, as well shaving the pubic area. I tried both and never wore briefs again - so the opposite to most of the replies here! When you have to wear something those boxers are really confortable, allowing the bits to move around freely and feeling cotton on shaved areas has it's own pleasures. Not that I wear white ones - plenty of jazzy patterns to choose from...
Tight underwear is not comfortable when it is 43 degrees C out side....lol
I was a briefs kind of guy untill I worked in Saudi Arabia; there the locals at the time favoured baggy white cotton boxers, as well shaving the pubic area. I tried both and never wore briefs again - so the opposite to most of the replies here! When you have to wear something those boxers are really confortable, allowing the bits to move around freely and feeling cotton on shaved areas has it's own pleasures. Not that I wear white ones - plenty of jazzy patterns to choose from...Tight underwear is not comfortable when it is 43 degrees C out side....lol
Why wear any underwear in that level of heat?
not to brag but i will lol , when we moved to florida back in 67 i was 11 yoa and our temporary neighbor at a condo my parents rented was tarzan aka: Johnny Weissmuller i couldn't beleive it when my Dad introduced me even swam with him . i've always been intrigued by the loincloth and made a few over the years heck some fabric two panels and some string you got a loincloth , i've worn them to camp and fishing.
I was a briefs kind of guy untill I worked in Saudi Arabia; there the locals at the time favoured baggy white cotton boxers, as well shaving the pubic area. I tried both and never wore briefs again - so the opposite to most of the replies here! When you have to wear something those boxers are really confortable, allowing the bits to move around freely and feeling cotton on shaved areas has it's own pleasures. Not that I wear white ones - plenty of jazzy patterns to choose from...Tight underwear is not comfortable when it is 43 degrees C out side....lol
Stopped the whitie tighties at 13 and switched to boxers. Last year due to an issue with leaking and the need to wear a pad in my underwear, I switched back to whitie tighties.
not to brag but i will lol , when we moved to florida back in 67 i was 11 yoa and our temporary neighbor at a condo my parents rented was tarzan aka: Johnny Weissmuller i couldn't beleive it when my Dad introduced me even swam with him . i've always been intrigued by the loincloth and made a few over the years heck some fabric two panels and some string you got a loincloth , i've worn them to camp and fishing.
Ever tried them for working in the front yard?
Officially jealous that you got to meet AND swim with the greatest TARZAN, and at such a young age. The old movies were my gateway to an early interest in nude living and a lifelong obsession with loincloths. I've worn a few over the years for costume parties and masquerades, as well as during a recent stay in a clothing optional BNB. I'll be packing a couple for my upcoming visit to Atlanta as well.
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