I’ve been noticing something weird lately—I’m kinda obsessed with underwear. Not just mine, but other guys’ too. It’s weird how something so normal can make my heart race, but here we are. I catch myself staring at underwear ads or flipping through catalog listings, totally hooked on the way the fabric fits. Sometimes I even imagine sneaking into someone’s room and opening their underwear drawer—not that I’d actually do it, but the idea feels thrilling in a way I can’t explain.
Now that I’ve got the internet, I’ve realized something else: I’d rather see a guy in tight briefs than fully naked. There’s something about the way the fabric clings that’s way hotter than just skin. Maybe it’s the tease, the hint of what’s underneath? I don’t know. All I know is, it’s become a guilty pleasure, and I’m not mad about it.