OK, I needed something trashy and fun last night for the last of 3 overnight shifts at work this week. So I grabbed these. H and M mesh thong from 2003. I got them on sale, as most men in America except us chosen brave ones, you the reader included, fear anything other then the tight white briefs from the k-mart mens furnishing dept. Not that i am knocking that. Give me a farmer from my home town in Kansas who’s been sweating up a storm in the fields in the hot August sun in his briefs and coveralls and I’ll be in heaven. I’d even help peel them off at the crack of the first night star. Granted he won’t get them back but… Uhm where am I going with this…? Anyway mesh thong. It feels great in the front although I wish they were not two play. I would much prefer single ply so you can see the goods underneath before you slip them off. They are a bit high waisted which, in the right situation I LOVE. If I bend over at work, as I do quite often especially during overnights, you can see the band. I do so love to give a shock to the unsuspecting voyeur. The back side is awesome. I, and I am probably proclaiming top/bottom status here (or maybe not), love the way a thong rides in my crack. True that. It just feels right. Not to mention I love the way a guys ass looks in a thong. Especially a nice muscular one with a bit of peach fuzz that conceals the thong back just below the taint. (Dude, I need to get laid…) The combination of how it feels and how taboo it still is in American mainstream society for men to sport a hot hight fashion underwear, both add to the like of the pouch thong. So grrrrr, go out and get one and let it ride in you crotch and crack all day enjoying the knowledge that no one knows you have a good old time going on in your pants. -DJ Bakelite
