Max
03-30-2004, 01:37 AM
Welcome back my dear friends, it's time for another of Max's stories...why? Well because Max hasn't had sex in so long that all he's got left are his memories. Okay, enough of the self deprecation. It's definitely enough talking about myself in the third person, it got old a lot quicker than I thought it would.
I grew up in a small part of Brooklyn that many have dubbed "Little Krakow" on account of the large Eastern European immigrant population. I tell you, back then there was no better place to live if you had an underwear fetish. I saw more skin in the backyards, local pool, and open windows than you can see on most American beaches these days.
It was not uncommon to see grown men running through the sprinklers in the local park with nothing on but a pair of skimpy briefs. I remember one guy in particular who lived in the next apartment building to mine. He used to stand in his window all the time wearing nothing but a leopard skin bikini. My mom used to laugh and yell at him, "No one wants to see your shriveled balls!" Speak for yourself Ma!
As an adolescent with a strict curfew, I used to spend many weekend nights after midnight sitting in my kitchen window just taking in the view. Summer of course was the best. You could literally go from window to window watching men walk around in the smallest underwear imaginable. I remember getting particularly excited watching a beefy guy in black briefs, with beautiful wisps of dark curly hair sticking out, scratch his bulging crotch for what seemed like an eternity as he sat at a table with his similarly clad roommates.
In summer, the backyard pools were always filled with many men who didn't see anything wrong with hopping into the water in their briefs. Me and my binoculars didn't mind watching their now see-through ball huggers drip and sag ever downward, giving you some great "neck" views every now and again.
You were never at a loss to see these sexy undies hanging on clothes lines. They seemed so close you could reach out and grab a pair (I almost fell out of my third story window many times).
I tell you, growing up there was a underwear fetishist's dream. My friends, a tree doesn't just grow in Brooklyn, my erection did too.
I grew up in a small part of Brooklyn that many have dubbed "Little Krakow" on account of the large Eastern European immigrant population. I tell you, back then there was no better place to live if you had an underwear fetish. I saw more skin in the backyards, local pool, and open windows than you can see on most American beaches these days.
It was not uncommon to see grown men running through the sprinklers in the local park with nothing on but a pair of skimpy briefs. I remember one guy in particular who lived in the next apartment building to mine. He used to stand in his window all the time wearing nothing but a leopard skin bikini. My mom used to laugh and yell at him, "No one wants to see your shriveled balls!" Speak for yourself Ma!
As an adolescent with a strict curfew, I used to spend many weekend nights after midnight sitting in my kitchen window just taking in the view. Summer of course was the best. You could literally go from window to window watching men walk around in the smallest underwear imaginable. I remember getting particularly excited watching a beefy guy in black briefs, with beautiful wisps of dark curly hair sticking out, scratch his bulging crotch for what seemed like an eternity as he sat at a table with his similarly clad roommates.
In summer, the backyard pools were always filled with many men who didn't see anything wrong with hopping into the water in their briefs. Me and my binoculars didn't mind watching their now see-through ball huggers drip and sag ever downward, giving you some great "neck" views every now and again.
You were never at a loss to see these sexy undies hanging on clothes lines. They seemed so close you could reach out and grab a pair (I almost fell out of my third story window many times).
I tell you, growing up there was a underwear fetishist's dream. My friends, a tree doesn't just grow in Brooklyn, my erection did too.