Brief Tale



I grew up much like many middle-class North American boys. Suburban neighborhood, public school… and tighty whities purchased in bulk from the nearest department store. It wasn’t until I was 13 that I was first introduced to the existence of alternative forms of men’s undergarments (aside from my knowledge of boxer shorts). Going into middle school, my dad spent time one day showing me his jockstraps (as well as old ones from when he was younger) and explaining their use to me, and the importance of sports protection during physical activities. That’s where it started.

Over the years of middle school I would occasionally wear a jock simply for how it felt and fit, and I gradually began to wear boxer briefs as my daily undies rather than briefs. Going into high school I wore only boxer briefs, mostly to avoid harassment in the locker room. Throughout high school I began to experiment with different types of underwear. I bought my first thongs and bikini briefs, and ended up transitioning back to wearing briefs on a regular basis.

University is where I really began to make the foray into the world of men’s underwear. I was working at a clothing store at the time, and I would try various brands and styles. There were a few occasions where I would trade undies with guys that I had met online. I always felt a little weird being a straight guy with an underwear obsession, but talking to other like-minded guys and finding my own confidence over the years has made me comfortable enough to wear what I want. I’m also thankful that my wife loves the underwear I own.

I wear jocks, thongs, or briefs on a typical day-to-day basis, though I do own some trunks and boxer briefs that I use mostly for sleeping (when I sleep with anything on of course). Some great brands to check out: CIN-2, 2-xist, Calvin Klein, Papi, Clever, and N2N Bodywear.

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I was 11 or 12 years old when I began to take an interest in men’s underwear. And let’s be honest, for me it was just as much about the men wearing them as it was the underwear itself. Underwear felt like a safe way for me to explore something I wasn’t quite sure of yet.

One particular memory sticks out in my mind though.  While being dragged along with my mother on a “quick” stop to the nearest department store, I was able to slip away to the men’s section.  I don’t think I need to tell you where I immediately wandered over to.   In the midst of tall shelves filled with glossy boxes covered in underwear clad muscle men, I was overwhelmed by the discovery that there were more choices than just boxers or briefs.  Sure I’d heard reference to a thong before but I had assumed they were just for women.  But right there in front of me was a perfectly normal looking man wearing a light–blue cotton Hanes thong.  It was at that moment I realized I knew very little about the span of male sexuality.  I couldn’t help myself.  I needed to know what it felt like to wear something like that.  I knew it would make me feel much more than the basic annoyance of having fabric stuck in my butt cheeks.  Men could be sexy, I had proof right here.  I certainly couldn’t ask my mother to buy them though. In desperation I did what any 11–year–old boy would have done.  I stole them.

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I’ve since started paying for my underwear,  but my interest in them has only grown over the years.  For me, underwear is so tied to my emotional and sexual self that I could make a journal that merely showed which pair I wore each day and still be able to go back in time as if I had written pages of description.  That very idea sparked a broader goal to share my passion (and partly justify the extreme expense of my addiction) by starting Underwear Obsession.  The goal of Underwear Obsession is to show what a normal looking chap (that’s me) really looks like in the latest styles and trends of men’s underwear.  The photos are accompanied by a fun mix of underwear stories, reviews, tips, sales, and even some news.  In just the same way I found that light–blue thong to be so astonishing when I was 11, I’ve found that the community of fellow underwear lovers is larger and more vibrant than I could have imagined.  My only problem now is figuring out where to store all this underwear.  It would be weird to have a dresser filled just with underwear, right?


I admit it, I am an underwear addict. If there were a meeting for Underwear Anonymous I would probably be the president of the local chapter.  But, I don’t think it’s a problem. I mean I have over 400 pairs and love getting new underwear.

I would say my love of underwear went back to childhood. In second grade I remember getting this pair of blue briefs with bright red trim and loved them. There was something about them that from that day forward I wanted to have different underwear.

Growing up I was really shy. I mean painfully so, that I rarely talked to people I didn’t know. This progressed into my teens as well.  This is when I discovered bikini briefs. The first time I saw Jim Palmer wear them I knew I had to have a pair. Here was a mainstream jock in undies that weren’t tighy white. It really turned me on to go by the first pair on a family-shopping trip. I got all the courage I could to get a pair, go to the register and pay for them. My heart was racing, what would the cashier think, what if someone saw me with them, how would I get them home?

I ran to my room and put them on and they felt amazing. I was wondering where had this underwear been all my life. It felt so amazing. I would let my collection grew to about 10 pairs before my family found my stash. It seemed the world ended but no one in my family cared and from them on it was up to me to get my undies.

As I said during this time I was super shy. One reason I think I got different undies was to express myself.  Most guys were still in those tighty whities, that you get six to a pack. But I was sporting red, green or pink bikinis on a regular basis. It made me feel a bit more confident. However, I never let anyone see them in HS for fear of the hazing in gym class. Which looking back no one would have said anything? There were several guys in the locker room that wore bikinis and it was a non-issue.

These were the days in the gay world I could be called a Twink. Which is I was a tall thin kinda preppy boy. I was 6’4” at 165 with a 31 waist. I could wear anything. That changed and when I hit 27 my metabolism slowed and I went form 165 in my 20’s to 302 in my early fourties and a 42 waist. I was super frustrated that I rarely got great undies. I made up my mind to change that, over the course of the last year I have lost 75 pounds and kept it off.  My goal is to go down to around 200 pounds. My current waist is between a 36-38. I can wear great undies but my undies still make me feel awesome.

Flash forward to today. My confidence and underwear companies are up. I turned my love into a blog that is showing guys undies are fun and always should be. I’ve always been the go to guy my friends talk to about what undies they should buy, even before UNB. I love giving advice and hope to be doing the blog for many years to come


My name is Tim, I’m an editor of an underwear blog, have over 400 pairs of underwear and an underwear addict.


By hotguyntown

Looking back, it all began with a quick glance through People magazine – briskly skipping over the standard Hollywood gossip puff-pieces and by chance opening to a full page ad for Jockey underwear with Jim Palmer.  I was transfixed and energized by the image of the all-American jock in a pair of skimpy Elance briefs.  For a second I wondered if anyone would notice if I tore the page out of the magazine, but I couldn’t resist.  I knew I had to study this style, so different from my plaid boxer shorts and superman underoos.  It showed off his package and firm round ass and I wanted to see more and know what it felt like to wear those briefs.

Going to the Y was a weekly event in my family;  my dad would workout in the weight room and I would head off to the pool.  I started noticing that guys were wearing something other than briefs or boxers when working out.  Most of them, including my dad, were wearing a standard bike jock that started off white and quickly began to fade due to sweat and age.   When I went off swimming, I saw the older boys practicing their laps in their speedos.  And at that moment, I realized this was the perfect way to show off an athletic man’s body – tight gloriously round butts encased in spandex, bulges prominent in the front.   I couldn’t help but stare, and definitely wanted to wear one of those as soon as I could.

And then finally, the momentous occasion, the first time I received an issue of the International Male catalog.   The old joke held true for me – somehow I.M. knew I was a gay boy before I did.   I don’t know how they knew, but I loved it, studied it, and spent way too much time planning which styles I had to have.  I never ordered anything, but it was nice to know there were other guys out there who were into the same thing I was.  Plus I knew where I could order pirate inspired fashion if I wanted to.  A lace front ruffly shirt was always in-style in the I.M. catalog.   I started out with CK, then moved on to 2xist and then moved on to Andrew Christian, Timoteo and all those fun brands that make up my ever growing collection.


My love for underwear began at a young age. I remember the very first time I was in awe. I was 7 and saw an older cousin of my change clothes. He had on some bikini briefs and I just couldn’t take my eyes off him.  From then on I began to wonder what every guy would wear. I, of course, wore your typical Hanes and Fruit of The Loom briefs.

I used to love going to P.E in junior high and high school. Knowing that I would see so many types of underwear and the guys that wore them. That always got me just excited.

At the age of 16 I began working, and with my very first check I remember buying some trunks, which where fairly new at that time. From then on my curiosity about every type and cut grew bigger. Luckily I worked in a retail store so it made it easy for me to just buy something new when I could.

Now with so many brands, cuts, styles, prints and fabrics these days, I get excited. My collection is around 560. I do own a little of everything; briefs, trunks, boxerbriefs, jocks and thongs. And from many brands. Yet I must admit that I am more of a brief guy.

Now why do I own such a massive collection?   Well it’s simple.  Underwear sets my mood for the day.  Just knowing that I am wearing a fun style or print brings a smile to face.  I mean come on, a guy can also feel sexy;  whether you’re straight, gay or bi, I know that the underwear you wear helps.  Also knowing that as I go on with my day there is a guy who is wondering what I have on under my jeans.

XXX BJH_6315By @billiesoniq

My story starts in a small town just outside Seattle, back in 1990. I had just moved to a new town, starting a new school. There isn’t much to say about this backstory – my mother started a new career, and I was the last child still young enough to live at home.   As a single mother, she felt it necessary to get me exposed to as much ‘guy stuff’ as possible. This meant that I was supposed to at least ‘try’ sports, boy scouts – anything and everything that would supplement her idea of what I was missing without a father figure in the picture.

Up to this point, I thought it was torture. I didn’t want to go out for sports, I didn’t want to chase after a ball, or learn to light a fire with steel wool and a rock. I wanted to read books, write stories, and learn about these new computers that the last few schools I had attended now had. That was, until Joe Joe came along.

Soon after we moved to this little no-name town, my mother befriended one of the local neighbors. He was an athletic man, about 28, with a permanent tan. He choose a bicycle as his only means of transportation. At the time, he played it off as a way to keep fit; adulthood now leads me to believe that he had no other options at the time. Regardless, I was immediately drawn to him. He was a guy’s guy. He swore without regret, and went shirtless to the grocery store. To me, he was the exacting idea of what a real male should be.

Which leads me to my first inkling of interest in men’s underwear. At one point in the summer prior to my first year at my new school, my mother and I were invited to a local swimming hole by Joe Joe and two of his buddies. We packed up our swimming clothes, hopped in the car, and Joe Joe lead the way to a secluded lake, about 15 miles away. After a quick unloading of the vehicle, mother and a few girlfriends met up and started to drift towards a cabin. Confused, I started to follow. No one had told me what was going on. Joe Joe, noticing my confusion, called me over. I remember this part pretty much like it was yesterday. He tousled my hair, pointed to another cabin, and said, “Hey little man. The men’s cabin in that way. You’re a guy, you come with us.”   Honestly, this was the one of the first times I was included as ‘one of the guys’. Not willing to miss this opportunity, I followed the other guys, and Joe Joe, into the small cabin.

Once I was there, I was unsure what to expect, and certainly not expecting what I saw. I walked in, and there were at least 6 guys, all different ages and sizes, in varied states of undress. Obviously, seeing a bunch of guys in that state was rather embarrassing for a 10 year old, especially since my brothers and father were not really around for me to be accustomed to that.

I started to stammer. I didn’t know how I was supposed to react, and Joe Joe, who had now become sensitive to my confusion on this whole situation, reacted in probably the most constructive way any father figure could have ever done. He pulled me aside, and simply laid it all out for me. His words, as best I can remember, were simple, and flat out honest. “Billie, here’s the thing. Guys change in front of each other. Everyone looks, and everyone has the same junk. Don’t be shy, don’t stare, and don’t worry if people peek at you. It’s all out of curiosity, and that’s ok.”

At the time, it really helped. I wasn’t really into it for the sexual part, at the time; what really fascinated me about the situation was that all these different guys were all wearing different underwear than me. Until this moment, I had only known of ‘tighty whities’ that my mother had been buying for me to wear.

Older guys were wearing what I came to know as boxers; the teenagers that were there had on briefs, like me, but wait – they were in different colors! How cool was that? It was then that I saw my first bikini brief, colored brief, and even a makeshift boxer-brief. I didn’t know what they were called at the time, of course. I did know, though, that I wanted to see more. I wanted to try more.

Over the next couple months, both goals came to fruition. Between soccer practice, baseball, and physical education in school, I was a casual observer to almost every brand, style and type of underwear available to the 10 to 16 year old age group. I gained a sense of courage from the experience as well. It was that year that I convinced my mother how I was old enough to buy my own underwear. I decided in my mind that this was something special to men, and that as a man, it was up to me to decide what I should wear under my jeans, and what I needed for sports.  It was also the year that I had to find out what a jock strap was, how to wear it, why we needed them, and how attractive they actually were. Believe it or not, Joe Joe was helpful in that area too, since he was the only man in my life that was willing to tell me how things were. With a bit of fear in my mind, but a sense of manliness, I was able to walk over to his house, sit down in his living room, and tell him that school needed me to get a jock, and ask how that worked. Thankfully, he was just as cool as before. He offered to go with me, but in the end, I was able to man up and get one on my own. I even figured out the sizing of the waist and cup, all without help.
After that shopping experience, I was pretty much hooked. By age 16, I had easily 30 favorite pair; I was confident, unashamed, and completely interested in any store that carried variety. Of course, by then, I had also realized the attractiveness that comes from the right guy in the right set of undies, and the appeal and feel of certain styles and brands… but that’s another story for another time.

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