Hi guys,
I am sitting composing this blog entry in my apartment late this afternoon. I am waiting with excitement a mail delivery today from EssentialApparel.com.
Later on this evening, I hope to have another Aneros Maximus session. As foreplay for that session, I am wearing once again my NuttyBuddy combo consisting of a Munsingwear Kangaroo Pouch boxer brief, NuttyBuddy Mongo Cup, and a men's large Duke jockstrap. It feels so good kegeling in this combo.
Tonight I am expecting a USPS parcel consisting of 16 Duke jockstraps: 10 in men's large and 6 in men's medium. It is a traditional athletic supporter consisting of a 3 inch waistband, two 1 inch legstraps and poro-knit pouch. The men's large jockstrap holds my NuttyBuddy Mongo comfortably and the men's medium jock holds my cock and balls firmly and comfortably. These jockstraps will be great additions to my extensive collection of jocks and cups.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Saturday, September 15, 2012
An e-mail and some great men
Hi guys,
Towards the end of August out of the blue and as a complete surprise, I received an e-mail from the daughter of a great man who died fairly young in his fifties. Victoria Bernstein, daughter of the late Victor "Vic" Bernstein, saw my postings on the Original Banana Cup [OBC] on the Usenet group alt.support.jock-strap, which came into existence about 1995/96 as a place for guys to discuss jockstraps and athletic cups. The Original Banana Cup came on the market about that time and it made a great splash.
I had wanted to reply promptly to Victoria's note but Hotmail began to give me so many difficulties because of the Microsoft upgrades as to be unusable. Late yesterday morning, I opened a new Gmail account for general correspondence. My e-mail to Victoria yesterday was perhaps first one from my new Gmail account.
I have entitled this blog entry "An e-mail and some great men." During the last few years during the culture wars here in the USA we have heard the importance of families. Christian evangelicals and fundamentalists and the Roman Catholic Church say that the family is the corner stone of civilization. Such people say that such families can come only from the union of one man and one woman. As an "aging" gay man, I believe that families can be configured as a union of two men or two women. In our day, all this is controversial and serves as a major ingredient for the fierce culture wars of our time.
When I was growing up in the 1950's and 60's, the traditional family unit was a given. This was years before the Gay Rights Movement. The first man of influence in my life was my dad. He was a man who lived an active life, not only as a breadwinner, but also as a devoted husband and father. He was active also in church activities and town affairs. The Congregational Church was the center of my parents' life. My dad rooted for the St Louis Cardinals. For many years, he was a Little League umpire in my hometown. As a little boy, I remember seeing him wearing his navy blue umpire uniform a couple evenings a week in the summertime after supper. I also remember seeing his umpire's chest guard and leg guards. But at age eleven when I began to experience pubescent changes in my body, especially my genitals, I encountered a very important part of his uniform. That was his Johnson & Johnson men's large athletic supporter drying above the bathtub at home as I was taking a bath before bed one night. My penis and scrotum beginning to enlarge. I was beginning to sprout my first pubic hairs. And I began to get my first insistent erections which felt so good. One night before bedtime, I even tried on my dad's jockstrap first time. It was a very unusual garment. But I figured out to wear the jock in such a way for the jock pouch to contain my penis and testicles. My dad's jock pouch was absolutely HUGE, and I was mystified at how my ass was naked, bare-assed to the elements!
At age 12 or so, I entered seventh grade. This was early September 1963. In those years, high school consisted of grades seven through twelve. The school gym was an architectural wonder and like my dad's jock was HUGE. We had PE three times a week for six years. Boys and girls had their separate locker rooms, showers, and gym coaches. Most public schools in recent decades have done away with communal showers. Coach Knox, our seventh grade coach, was an older man in his 60's, but in such good shape that he seemed to be a man in his 40's or 50's. He was a kind man too. At our first gym class, he said that the school could supply us with T-shirts, gym shorts, and white socks, but we had to purchase our own sneakers and athletic supporters. So after school that day, I want to the drugstore on our town green. I asked a pharmacist there if they sold athletic supporters. He said yes and brought a Johnson & Johnson Coach jockstrap in boy's large. On the box was a drawing of a buck naked guy in nothing but a jockstrap. I instantly popped a boner in my white chinos. My erection was so delicious that I felt it oozing precum! It felt so good! I rushed home and went hurried to my bedroom. I stripped naked and slipped on my jock for the first time. The poro-knit jock pouch held my throbbing cock firmly in the twelve o'clock position. I just loved who the jock pouch held my ballsack and how it caressing my throbbing glans oozing precum!
That one experience was a sexual awakening for me.So in the weeks and months afterward, I would try to recreate those delicious feelings by caressing my penis and kneading my oozing glans. By instinct, I learned the masturbatory grip, and six months later in April 1964, experienced my very first orgasm and ejaculation of semen! It was the jockstrap that started me in this sexual development and this was the origin of my jock and cup fetish fueling my masturbation sessions!
During those years, my parents subscribed to Sears and Montgomery-Ward mail order catalogs from which you could order jocks and cups. I realized then that I had to keep my incipient jock and cup fetish to myself. Mothers are very perceptive of their children's development. My mother saw this development in me and didn't approve. There was a toy and hobby store next door to the drugstore that sold the entire line of BIKE no. 10 jocks, swimmer jocks, and jocks and cups for contact sports. It pained me to refrain for purchasing any these items. Finally I broke down I purchased a couple Bauer & Black Pro Cup units from our town drugstore in tenth grade. The box in which this jock and cup came in was larger and pictured a brawny athlete wearing this quintessentially male item. It featured a traditional flat cup with ten ventilation holes and a thick rubber gasket. I loved the feel of this jock and cup, but discovered I could not wear this combo for long periods of time.
When I went off to college in early September 1968 things got a little easier for me as regards my fetish. But I was busy with my studies and making do with little to go out purchasing more jock and cups. So too throughout the years until early June 1986 when I got my own place to live before explore my fetish in all its fullness. I have written at length about much of this in earlier posts in this blog. 1986 was a watershed year for me when it came to athletic cups. I discovered the BIKE CUP which was a large contoured cup with a thick polyethylene gasket. And then came the Original Banana Cup in the early to mid 1990's.
And here is where Victoria Bernstein's e-mail comes in. She has invited me to ask particulars about her late father's invention of the Original Banana Cup. Vic Bernstein umpired baseball much of his life. He wore traditional flat cups which didn't fit him well. He also probably noticed that many baseball players didn't wear cups too. So he invented the OBC, a contoured cup which athletes and umpires all loved until it ceased production about year 2004. I composed my e-mail to Victoria in a respectful sort of way because it was addressed to a lady. But I told her that quite a few guys such as myself wish the OBC could be manufactured again.
Since the 1980's and 90's, both jocks and cups have evolved in some wonderful ways. One can still purchase traditional jockstraps and also fashion jockstraps. One can get hard cups, soft cups, and flex cups these days. I enjoy very much I enjoy the All-Star Shock Jock Cup combo which delivers both protection and comfort to the athlete.
Finally there is MLB great, Mark Littell's invention called the NuttyBuddy Cup. He had a similar experience with jocks and cups as a baseball player and coach with cups as Vic Bernstein's. I have written written much about the NuttyBuddy Cup here on this blog and elsewhere. All I can say that I feel so goood in my NuttyBuddy right now, kegeling away as a long, gradual foreplay for my Aneros Maximus session tonight!
Towards the end of August out of the blue and as a complete surprise, I received an e-mail from the daughter of a great man who died fairly young in his fifties. Victoria Bernstein, daughter of the late Victor "Vic" Bernstein, saw my postings on the Original Banana Cup [OBC] on the Usenet group alt.support.jock-strap, which came into existence about 1995/96 as a place for guys to discuss jockstraps and athletic cups. The Original Banana Cup came on the market about that time and it made a great splash.
I had wanted to reply promptly to Victoria's note but Hotmail began to give me so many difficulties because of the Microsoft upgrades as to be unusable. Late yesterday morning, I opened a new Gmail account for general correspondence. My e-mail to Victoria yesterday was perhaps first one from my new Gmail account.
I have entitled this blog entry "An e-mail and some great men." During the last few years during the culture wars here in the USA we have heard the importance of families. Christian evangelicals and fundamentalists and the Roman Catholic Church say that the family is the corner stone of civilization. Such people say that such families can come only from the union of one man and one woman. As an "aging" gay man, I believe that families can be configured as a union of two men or two women. In our day, all this is controversial and serves as a major ingredient for the fierce culture wars of our time.
When I was growing up in the 1950's and 60's, the traditional family unit was a given. This was years before the Gay Rights Movement. The first man of influence in my life was my dad. He was a man who lived an active life, not only as a breadwinner, but also as a devoted husband and father. He was active also in church activities and town affairs. The Congregational Church was the center of my parents' life. My dad rooted for the St Louis Cardinals. For many years, he was a Little League umpire in my hometown. As a little boy, I remember seeing him wearing his navy blue umpire uniform a couple evenings a week in the summertime after supper. I also remember seeing his umpire's chest guard and leg guards. But at age eleven when I began to experience pubescent changes in my body, especially my genitals, I encountered a very important part of his uniform. That was his Johnson & Johnson men's large athletic supporter drying above the bathtub at home as I was taking a bath before bed one night. My penis and scrotum beginning to enlarge. I was beginning to sprout my first pubic hairs. And I began to get my first insistent erections which felt so good. One night before bedtime, I even tried on my dad's jockstrap first time. It was a very unusual garment. But I figured out to wear the jock in such a way for the jock pouch to contain my penis and testicles. My dad's jock pouch was absolutely HUGE, and I was mystified at how my ass was naked, bare-assed to the elements!
At age 12 or so, I entered seventh grade. This was early September 1963. In those years, high school consisted of grades seven through twelve. The school gym was an architectural wonder and like my dad's jock was HUGE. We had PE three times a week for six years. Boys and girls had their separate locker rooms, showers, and gym coaches. Most public schools in recent decades have done away with communal showers. Coach Knox, our seventh grade coach, was an older man in his 60's, but in such good shape that he seemed to be a man in his 40's or 50's. He was a kind man too. At our first gym class, he said that the school could supply us with T-shirts, gym shorts, and white socks, but we had to purchase our own sneakers and athletic supporters. So after school that day, I want to the drugstore on our town green. I asked a pharmacist there if they sold athletic supporters. He said yes and brought a Johnson & Johnson Coach jockstrap in boy's large. On the box was a drawing of a buck naked guy in nothing but a jockstrap. I instantly popped a boner in my white chinos. My erection was so delicious that I felt it oozing precum! It felt so good! I rushed home and went hurried to my bedroom. I stripped naked and slipped on my jock for the first time. The poro-knit jock pouch held my throbbing cock firmly in the twelve o'clock position. I just loved who the jock pouch held my ballsack and how it caressing my throbbing glans oozing precum!
That one experience was a sexual awakening for me.So in the weeks and months afterward, I would try to recreate those delicious feelings by caressing my penis and kneading my oozing glans. By instinct, I learned the masturbatory grip, and six months later in April 1964, experienced my very first orgasm and ejaculation of semen! It was the jockstrap that started me in this sexual development and this was the origin of my jock and cup fetish fueling my masturbation sessions!
During those years, my parents subscribed to Sears and Montgomery-Ward mail order catalogs from which you could order jocks and cups. I realized then that I had to keep my incipient jock and cup fetish to myself. Mothers are very perceptive of their children's development. My mother saw this development in me and didn't approve. There was a toy and hobby store next door to the drugstore that sold the entire line of BIKE no. 10 jocks, swimmer jocks, and jocks and cups for contact sports. It pained me to refrain for purchasing any these items. Finally I broke down I purchased a couple Bauer & Black Pro Cup units from our town drugstore in tenth grade. The box in which this jock and cup came in was larger and pictured a brawny athlete wearing this quintessentially male item. It featured a traditional flat cup with ten ventilation holes and a thick rubber gasket. I loved the feel of this jock and cup, but discovered I could not wear this combo for long periods of time.
When I went off to college in early September 1968 things got a little easier for me as regards my fetish. But I was busy with my studies and making do with little to go out purchasing more jock and cups. So too throughout the years until early June 1986 when I got my own place to live before explore my fetish in all its fullness. I have written at length about much of this in earlier posts in this blog. 1986 was a watershed year for me when it came to athletic cups. I discovered the BIKE CUP which was a large contoured cup with a thick polyethylene gasket. And then came the Original Banana Cup in the early to mid 1990's.
And here is where Victoria Bernstein's e-mail comes in. She has invited me to ask particulars about her late father's invention of the Original Banana Cup. Vic Bernstein umpired baseball much of his life. He wore traditional flat cups which didn't fit him well. He also probably noticed that many baseball players didn't wear cups too. So he invented the OBC, a contoured cup which athletes and umpires all loved until it ceased production about year 2004. I composed my e-mail to Victoria in a respectful sort of way because it was addressed to a lady. But I told her that quite a few guys such as myself wish the OBC could be manufactured again.
Since the 1980's and 90's, both jocks and cups have evolved in some wonderful ways. One can still purchase traditional jockstraps and also fashion jockstraps. One can get hard cups, soft cups, and flex cups these days. I enjoy very much I enjoy the All-Star Shock Jock Cup combo which delivers both protection and comfort to the athlete.
Finally there is MLB great, Mark Littell's invention called the NuttyBuddy Cup. He had a similar experience with jocks and cups as a baseball player and coach with cups as Vic Bernstein's. I have written written much about the NuttyBuddy Cup here on this blog and elsewhere. All I can say that I feel so goood in my NuttyBuddy right now, kegeling away as a long, gradual foreplay for my Aneros Maximus session tonight!
2012: Third hottest summer in DC's history
Hi guys,
Already we here in Washington, DC are in September, mid September to be precise. We passed through perhaps the third hottest summer in the city's history, although meteorologists and climatologists say that the year 2012 for North America will be the hottest year in history.
Once again I passed through a summer during which I accomplished little. It was just another summer to be endured with its endless weeks of heat, humidty, and fierce summer sunshine. Having been recently "retired" in January 2011 made the idleness even worse.
But the weather began to change for sure the beginning of this month. Last Saturday afternoon a line of fierce thunderstorms passed through which swept away the remaining vestiges of oppressive summer heat and humidity. When that happened, we began having a week of idyllic late summer weather, ideal for long walks and enjoying the outdoors finally!
Yesterday I had to take firm action with my Hotmail account. It has become unusable because of recent Microsoft upgrades. So I opened a Gmail account to handle for more routine correspondence. I will retain my RIC'ed Jock in DC/Thom in DC/BigGlans2003/BigGlansDC aliases. They refer to my masturbation practice, jock and cup fetish, and finally my Aneros practice. I had to upgrade or change my passwords to my Google blogs in the process.
Right now I am reveling in the sensations of my Munsingwear Kangaroo Pouch boxer brief, Nutty Buddy Cup, and men's large Duke jockstrap "sandwich" as I kegel away as a foreplay to a very long overdue Aneros Maximus session later today.
Already we here in Washington, DC are in September, mid September to be precise. We passed through perhaps the third hottest summer in the city's history, although meteorologists and climatologists say that the year 2012 for North America will be the hottest year in history.
Once again I passed through a summer during which I accomplished little. It was just another summer to be endured with its endless weeks of heat, humidty, and fierce summer sunshine. Having been recently "retired" in January 2011 made the idleness even worse.
But the weather began to change for sure the beginning of this month. Last Saturday afternoon a line of fierce thunderstorms passed through which swept away the remaining vestiges of oppressive summer heat and humidity. When that happened, we began having a week of idyllic late summer weather, ideal for long walks and enjoying the outdoors finally!
Yesterday I had to take firm action with my Hotmail account. It has become unusable because of recent Microsoft upgrades. So I opened a Gmail account to handle for more routine correspondence. I will retain my RIC'ed Jock in DC/Thom in DC/BigGlans2003/BigGlansDC aliases. They refer to my masturbation practice, jock and cup fetish, and finally my Aneros practice. I had to upgrade or change my passwords to my Google blogs in the process.
Right now I am reveling in the sensations of my Munsingwear Kangaroo Pouch boxer brief, Nutty Buddy Cup, and men's large Duke jockstrap "sandwich" as I kegel away as a foreplay to a very long overdue Aneros Maximus session later today.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
June 3, 2012: The day that changed my life!
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Sunday, June 3, 2012
The virtues of journaling
Hi guys,
During the last week, I have continued to bond with the Nutty Buddy Cup in both its Mongo (XL) and Trophy (L) sizes. The sizing of this amazing athletic cup as I said in previous posts is calibrated to a guy's height and weight. Most adult guys either wear the Trophy or the Mongo. Apparently Nutty Buddy, Inc. had heard feedback from athletes and men who wear a cup for daily work that a new cup size was needed. They felt that the Mongo was a little too large. So Nutty Buddy, Inc. came out with the Trophy (L) in a little smaller size. Early in April just past, I ordered two of the Trophy. I wear that size occasionally like this morning during my morning outing for breakfast at my favorite coffeehouse near Dupont Circle. The Trophy fits me better, so much I feel I have it on. But it is there, all the same, protecting and supporting my male equipment. It is there, The Trophy, doing its job, so much so that I cannot deny it!
Yet I prefer the Mongo Nutty Buddy Cup. It has a more aggressive, yet comfortable feel protecting and supporting my good buddy and his two bros! They sing for joy reveling in the feel of this HUGE athletic cup which produces a BULGE in my camo cargo shorts. I have discovered during my couple weeks bonding with the Nutty Buddy that in its floating over my junk, it's like a hand is manhandling my best assets in a most living way. This athletic cup was designed to conform to the male genitals in a most special way.
OK, this is my blog entry on one of my favorite subjects: jocks, cups, masturbation, sex, etc.!
One of the advantages of blogging on the Internet is that one can journal easily online, often in a free association kind of way. The disadvantage is that your entries will be read and perused by EVERYBODY on Net, and most particularly here in the USA by various federal government agencies for security reasons. Yes, sadly because of the events of September 11, 2001, national authorities both here in the USA and abroad are concerned about national security and surveillance. So hence it is good to exercise caution in posting everything you post to the Internet.
Thus one can revert to Pre-Internet days, certainly before personal computers, when one would take a large notebook as a vehicle for recording one's daily happenings and thoughts. All great people have kept journals. Mormons have kept diaries and journals since the founding of their church about 1830.
This I attend to do in the privacy of my apartment every day, all the way blogging here on Google and various groups on the Net of which I am a member. Take care!
During the last week, I have continued to bond with the Nutty Buddy Cup in both its Mongo (XL) and Trophy (L) sizes. The sizing of this amazing athletic cup as I said in previous posts is calibrated to a guy's height and weight. Most adult guys either wear the Trophy or the Mongo. Apparently Nutty Buddy, Inc. had heard feedback from athletes and men who wear a cup for daily work that a new cup size was needed. They felt that the Mongo was a little too large. So Nutty Buddy, Inc. came out with the Trophy (L) in a little smaller size. Early in April just past, I ordered two of the Trophy. I wear that size occasionally like this morning during my morning outing for breakfast at my favorite coffeehouse near Dupont Circle. The Trophy fits me better, so much I feel I have it on. But it is there, all the same, protecting and supporting my male equipment. It is there, The Trophy, doing its job, so much so that I cannot deny it!
Yet I prefer the Mongo Nutty Buddy Cup. It has a more aggressive, yet comfortable feel protecting and supporting my good buddy and his two bros! They sing for joy reveling in the feel of this HUGE athletic cup which produces a BULGE in my camo cargo shorts. I have discovered during my couple weeks bonding with the Nutty Buddy that in its floating over my junk, it's like a hand is manhandling my best assets in a most living way. This athletic cup was designed to conform to the male genitals in a most special way.
OK, this is my blog entry on one of my favorite subjects: jocks, cups, masturbation, sex, etc.!
One of the advantages of blogging on the Internet is that one can journal easily online, often in a free association kind of way. The disadvantage is that your entries will be read and perused by EVERYBODY on Net, and most particularly here in the USA by various federal government agencies for security reasons. Yes, sadly because of the events of September 11, 2001, national authorities both here in the USA and abroad are concerned about national security and surveillance. So hence it is good to exercise caution in posting everything you post to the Internet.
Thus one can revert to Pre-Internet days, certainly before personal computers, when one would take a large notebook as a vehicle for recording one's daily happenings and thoughts. All great people have kept journals. Mormons have kept diaries and journals since the founding of their church about 1830.
This I attend to do in the privacy of my apartment every day, all the way blogging here on Google and various groups on the Net of which I am a member. Take care!
Saturday, May 26, 2012
The Great Experiment
Hi guys,
Thomas Jefferson, one of our Founding Fathers, coined the expression, The Great Experiment, to describe the early years of the American Republic following the War of Independence, when the Thirteen Original Colonies of the U.S., threw off the shackles of despotism from the old country, Great Britain and the British Monarchy, and established a new nation. It took at least two decades for the establish of a federal constitution and government which was eventually established in the Federal City, Washington, DC, on the banks of the Potomac. I am composing this blog entry in my apartment here in Georgetown, one of the oldest parts of the District. My apartment is a good half mile or more from the broad Potomac.
But I am talking about an experiment completely unrelated to American history and government. The Great Experiment which I am referring is what is protecting the shrine of my manhood between my legs right now.
A week ago, with my first blog entry in almost two years, I was referring to the BIKE no. 10 jockstrap and its jock pouch become moist with my precum. But whatever erection I had in my BIKE jock had become wilted as I struggled with Google Blogger first to get access to my account and then to post an entry! To manage all this is tantamount to navigating a veritable maze! And somehow, Google has become slow as molasses!
So after posting last Saturday morning's entry, I managed to bathe, shave, and dress. Saturday mornings that's when I shave my balls. My scrotum as about to experience a treat then. First I donned a pair of Munsingwear Kangaroo Pouch boxer briefs. Then I slipped a men's large BIKE no. 10 jock over the briefs, and in the jock pouch I slipped a Mongo Nutty Buddy Cup. The combo is arranged in this order: briefs, Nutty Buddy, jockstrap.
You see, Nutty Buddy, Inc. began marketing its athletic cups over their web site early March 2007. I was one of the first customers to order a couple Mongos, which sat pretty much unused in my dresser drawer for a good five years. That is until last Saturday morning when I began wearing my Nutty Buddy in earnest.
I discovered that I can wear this amazing athletic cup for hours from morning to night, even overnight to bed!
The feeling is awesome! This cup floats over my junk with my every movement! The Nutty Buddy Mongo makes a HUGE bulge in a camo cargo shorts! It is a great athletic cup to do the Kegel Exercises in sitting or even standing! In a way, what I am doing right now is a subtle form of masturbation!
A few days ago I wrote the account manager of Battle Sports Science, the company which now sells Nutty Buddy products how I could wear this cup for hours and still be comfortable. He immediately wrote back expressing profuse thanks for my e-mail. He said he had circulated my e-mail among his co-workers and sent it to Senior Management. He also encouraged me to spread by word of mouth the Nutty Buddy!
One other thing: Pit stops! Like a car on the Indy 500, I too have to take occasional pit stops when responding to a call of nature. When I am in a public men's restroom, I always seek a bathroom stall with this outfit on. First I open my cargo shorts or jeans and let them fall to the floor. Then I take out my Mongo and lay it on the toilet or sink and finally pull my jock and briefs down to my thighs to take a leak. The Mongo Nutty Buddy Cup is HUGE lying there. It says to me, "Hey, I am protecting you where it counts!" But there is going to be a time when I can't find such privacy. I may find myself at a row of urinals with men taking their leak as I do the temporary disrobing and laying this athletic cup on the floor close to me. Some men may be puzzled at this object on the floor. But many others who have played sports will recognize that it is a protective cup. A couple may ask me what brand or make it is. Then I can make my sales pitch for the Nutty Buddy Cup! A bate buddy a couple days ago said this would be very bold :-)
Thomas Jefferson, one of our Founding Fathers, coined the expression, The Great Experiment, to describe the early years of the American Republic following the War of Independence, when the Thirteen Original Colonies of the U.S., threw off the shackles of despotism from the old country, Great Britain and the British Monarchy, and established a new nation. It took at least two decades for the establish of a federal constitution and government which was eventually established in the Federal City, Washington, DC, on the banks of the Potomac. I am composing this blog entry in my apartment here in Georgetown, one of the oldest parts of the District. My apartment is a good half mile or more from the broad Potomac.
But I am talking about an experiment completely unrelated to American history and government. The Great Experiment which I am referring is what is protecting the shrine of my manhood between my legs right now.
A week ago, with my first blog entry in almost two years, I was referring to the BIKE no. 10 jockstrap and its jock pouch become moist with my precum. But whatever erection I had in my BIKE jock had become wilted as I struggled with Google Blogger first to get access to my account and then to post an entry! To manage all this is tantamount to navigating a veritable maze! And somehow, Google has become slow as molasses!
So after posting last Saturday morning's entry, I managed to bathe, shave, and dress. Saturday mornings that's when I shave my balls. My scrotum as about to experience a treat then. First I donned a pair of Munsingwear Kangaroo Pouch boxer briefs. Then I slipped a men's large BIKE no. 10 jock over the briefs, and in the jock pouch I slipped a Mongo Nutty Buddy Cup. The combo is arranged in this order: briefs, Nutty Buddy, jockstrap.
You see, Nutty Buddy, Inc. began marketing its athletic cups over their web site early March 2007. I was one of the first customers to order a couple Mongos, which sat pretty much unused in my dresser drawer for a good five years. That is until last Saturday morning when I began wearing my Nutty Buddy in earnest.
I discovered that I can wear this amazing athletic cup for hours from morning to night, even overnight to bed!
The feeling is awesome! This cup floats over my junk with my every movement! The Nutty Buddy Mongo makes a HUGE bulge in a camo cargo shorts! It is a great athletic cup to do the Kegel Exercises in sitting or even standing! In a way, what I am doing right now is a subtle form of masturbation!
A few days ago I wrote the account manager of Battle Sports Science, the company which now sells Nutty Buddy products how I could wear this cup for hours and still be comfortable. He immediately wrote back expressing profuse thanks for my e-mail. He said he had circulated my e-mail among his co-workers and sent it to Senior Management. He also encouraged me to spread by word of mouth the Nutty Buddy!
One other thing: Pit stops! Like a car on the Indy 500, I too have to take occasional pit stops when responding to a call of nature. When I am in a public men's restroom, I always seek a bathroom stall with this outfit on. First I open my cargo shorts or jeans and let them fall to the floor. Then I take out my Mongo and lay it on the toilet or sink and finally pull my jock and briefs down to my thighs to take a leak. The Mongo Nutty Buddy Cup is HUGE lying there. It says to me, "Hey, I am protecting you where it counts!" But there is going to be a time when I can't find such privacy. I may find myself at a row of urinals with men taking their leak as I do the temporary disrobing and laying this athletic cup on the floor close to me. Some men may be puzzled at this object on the floor. But many others who have played sports will recognize that it is a protective cup. A couple may ask me what brand or make it is. Then I can make my sales pitch for the Nutty Buddy Cup! A bate buddy a couple days ago said this would be very bold :-)
Saturday, May 19, 2012
What hath God wrought?
"What hath God wrought?" So asked Samuel Morse when he inaugurated the first telegraph transmission between Baltimore and Washington, DC on May 24, 1844!
"What hath God wrought?" They are the words of a RIC'ed baby boomer who is trying to reconnect with his penis and testicles in a real and living way by blogging about it here and two other sites on the Internet.
"What hath God wrought?" These words break a silence of close to two years when there was an absence of blog entries. From early November 2009 to early January 2011 was a hellish time for this writer when his professional library job at an international financial organization went to hell. Then came months of unemployment and demoralizing idleness until just several months when he began two volunteering opportunities. Now he is entering into a time of great hope when new opportunities of gainful employment are presenting themselves.
The writer, a gay male of 63 years, still in vibrant, robust health, is sitting in his apartment buck naked in nothing but a last generation BIKE no. 10 jockstrap. But he is going to save this portion for now as he has some important errands to run for a Saturday morning and to attempt an experiment. More later.
"What hath God wrought?" They are the words of a RIC'ed baby boomer who is trying to reconnect with his penis and testicles in a real and living way by blogging about it here and two other sites on the Internet.
"What hath God wrought?" These words break a silence of close to two years when there was an absence of blog entries. From early November 2009 to early January 2011 was a hellish time for this writer when his professional library job at an international financial organization went to hell. Then came months of unemployment and demoralizing idleness until just several months when he began two volunteering opportunities. Now he is entering into a time of great hope when new opportunities of gainful employment are presenting themselves.
The writer, a gay male of 63 years, still in vibrant, robust health, is sitting in his apartment buck naked in nothing but a last generation BIKE no. 10 jockstrap. But he is going to save this portion for now as he has some important errands to run for a Saturday morning and to attempt an experiment. More later.
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