(For more on International Male, check out this awesome article by OUT Magazine). In those dark pre-digital days, that mail order(!) catalogue was one of the only ways I got to stare and drool over hot guys wearing very little. I’m (just) old enough to remember the International Male catalogue back in the 1990s.
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In fact, there was a catalogue of this very nature back in the 1990s. In some cases, it could be what you see in any underwear commercial in magazines or catalogues. In terms of classification, it would be on the soft side of soft-core porn. Not doing anything sexual necessarily and not showing anything more off than their bodies and a bulge. That’s right, men just wearing underwear. Yet for some dudes, seeing gay guys in underwear is a huge turn on. I thought about selling the rest, but I think any further interactions like this will permanently scar me in ways that I do not want to be scarred.Gay men in underwear might sound pretty tame in an age of online porn. I ended up throwing the rest of the underwear away. At least Dan would find some happiness sleeping with my underwear under his pillow later that night. It made me sad, but we live in a cold, shitty world. Later, while munching on the chocolates, I found his business card in the envelope with the money. I finally managed to get a word in edgewise and said, "Nice meeting you," shook his hand, and jaywalked across three lanes of traffic to get away from him. He wanted to buy me lunch, but I considered having a meal with a guy who will presumably be masturbating on my underwear later to be crossing a line of some sort. Maybe this was the closest he's come to a real date in years, I thought. I didn't say anything as I held the envelope with the money in it. "It's legit it has four bedrooms," he said. He mentioned he had a summer house and invited me to stay up there. He talked to me some more about his life and his passion for skiing while I waited to politely get the hell out of there.
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We shook hands and he touched my cheek like an over-friendly uncle.
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The kicker was that he had a stethoscope around his neck, which freaked me out until he told me that he was an "animal doctor." (I noticed he did not use the word "veterinarian" and, more importantly, does he wear his stethoscope everywhere he goes?) He was lumpy and overweight and jowly, and he had a mustache you'd expect to see on a little-league coach that was really into discussing lawn maintenance. We finally met in a wide-open public place. I wanted to tell him to go see a therapist, that I didn't give a shit about his life (or I didn't want to give a shit about his life), but I didn't want to scare him off. I replied as neutrally as possible with information on where and when I could meet him-I just wanted to make a quick buck, not hear about how, essentially, a middle-aged closeted homosexual had been lying to his friends and family for his entire life and was now buying some kid's used, piss-stained underwear because he's too much of a fucking pussy to have actual gay sex.
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He told me about his childhood, mentioned making some money on Wall Street, and said, " now wonder, 'WHY' did I not face my issues-Still don't know what or how to begin." It wasn't my proudest moment, but I consoled myself by reminding myself that I am an American, and in America nothing you do for money can be considered truly wrong.Īs the day Dan and I had arranged for the hand-off approached, his emails started to get weirdly personal and he dropped the LOLs. You pick another pair, pee on them-LOL and $75.00 for the three is that OK?"Ī couple days later I was pissing on a blue-green thong in my bathtub. I'll call my lone suitor "Dan." He introduced himself to me as "Really a sane person, nice Guy, etc." and then asked, "for extra $ can other smells be added?" (I've left his typo-ridden syntax intact.) I asked him exactly what kind of fragrances he had in mind, and after some negotiation and clarification he told me that he wanted both of the jockstraps and sent me this message: "Put lots of Cum on Them!!! LOL.
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I received only a single reply from someone who sounded serious about paying cash money for whatever sweaty ball residue was residing on my sleazy-looking jockstraps, plus a couple boilerplate responses from men who just wanted to have sex with me. Maybe it has to do with the recession I keep hearing about, but I'm leaning toward me not looking gay enough. After posting my ad, I discovered that the market for the undergarments of scrawny 20-something men isn't very robust at the moment.