Kink of the Week Aug 16-31: Going Commando
The first memory I have of my man going commando was back in 1997. We had met the previous evening and slept together. The next morning after some amount of reciprocal sexual activity he had to go off to work. After returning from the bath room he began to get dressed. He pulled his jeans straight on without any underwear. Zipping up the flies he said,
“Can I have your number or do you want to keep your anonymity.”
Desperate to sound cool I declined to give him my number.
I didn’t get the chance to sample him again for another 7 weeks at which time I spent the weekend with him. Mostly naked, but then there was a rap on the door. He rushed to pull on his jeans. Once again no underwear was on the scene.
As I began to spend more time with him I asked him why he consistently went commando. He replied that when he left home at 17 and moved some 500 miles to London he discovered that not only did a person have to learn how to cook but there was also the hassle of clothes washing too. One less item seemed to be the way to go. Once settled with washing facilities he simply did not like the feeling of his cock being restricted by tight fabric.
Back together and still Commando
We parted company and did not begin our current relationship until 5 years ago. At this time we met up after so many years apart and were sitting on the beach talking. He had a pair of white jeans on. We were laughing and intensely looking at each other – all of a sudden he grabbed my hand and put it on his cock asking me to just rub the tip though his jeans. It was hard and venturing down his leg, as it was free to roam. I suddenly recalled all those years earlier and his disposition for not wearing any boxers. It felt so horny there bulging from the leg of his jeans. His knob was more sensitive to my touch as it only had to negotiate one layer of material. I smiled, started to stroke it and began to passionately kiss him.
I have often thought to myself over the years how unattractive some penises are. They are simply not nice to behold in their flaccid or erect state. I have always observed that my man’s cock hangs so well. Looks good in all stages of tumescence. I have developed a theory that this is because he allows it to be free. It is not constantly being curled up to hug his balls or nestle against his pubic hairs. By being allowed to hang how it wants, it is able to find its best position and consequently when he does not have any clothes on it is a glorious sight. I find it difficult to keep my hands or mouth away from it.
Even in the day when dressed, because I know he is going commando I sometimes can’t keep my eyes off his crutch. Checking to see which side he is dressed on or what state of swelling it is at.
As far as I am concerned it will be a sad day if my man ever decides to squirrel his cock away.