I have an obsession or to put this way a ‘Men's Underwear Fetish' with brief underwear. They have to be tight and hold me firm. Every time I slip on a clean pair I just love the fresh tight feel of them. It's almost as if I'm having sex with them.

I don't know how it came about or why it's so strong. I have absolutely no compulsion to wear ladies lingerie. I love going in a shop and buying panties for my wife but it's her I like to see wearing them. Generally I only like brief briefs. Although I have worn old Jockey Y fronts I really only like the much briefer hipster style. They make it feel as if some third hand is gently holding my cock and balls.

I guess it all started when I was around 12 years old. I used to wear some dreadful long sloppy shorts type soggy underpants that would hang down below my school PT shorts and make me look ridiculous. Money was always in short supply in my home so I usually put up with the clothes that were available at the time. These awful underpants were coming to the end of their useful life and my mother was threatening to buy some more. She then surprised me and gave me some money to go and buy my own underpants. Free for once to make my own decisions I went and bought a several of pairs of Jockey Y front briefs. This was a fantastic moment being in men's outfitters asking the guy what size I needed. Triumphant I went home and showed my mother. I even put them on and showed them off to her. She smiled and told me they were just the right size and that I looked good in them.

I loved wearing them even in bed at night. I loved feeling my cock thorough them and experimented with my cock in and out of the fly hole. I would wank vigorously and cum in them not fully realising that my mother would see the result. No wonder she would smile at me and said I must change my pants more often! Although I was not ejaculating great amounts, more like a large globule at a time, it would amount to quite a lot especially when I was masturbating anything up to three times a night and more if I had been listening to my parents fucking which was very often.

Around the same time I saw some pictures of body builders in very brief posing pouches. They looked fabulous just with their cock and balls being covered. On reflection I'm sure these pictures were for the gays even though, in the late 1950s, these poor guys were forever being hounded by the police.

It was also a period when lace sided swimming trunks were in fashion and I was lusting after a pair. As luck would have it my father who had the ability to find things before they were lost brought a pair back from the RAF camp where he worked, they were amongst a pile of clothes that had seemingly been discarded. These trunks were considered too small and were offered to me. Oh WOW what a stroke of luck. They were absolutely fabulous in a smooth deep red satin/silk with string lace tied sides. They fitted very nicely larger at the back holding my bum and dipping quite low in front just holding my cock and balls. My mother smiled when she saw me in them and said I looked very good. I loved wearing those trunks and parading them off in front of the girls at the swimming pool. I would go there to show them off even when the weather was not great for swimming or sunbathing! As I got older and filled them out, the laces got spread wider and show with more bare flesh between them, they just looked better and better. My cock and balls were getting much larger and my pubic hair had started to climb up to my belly button. The front was now only just adequate and the briefness of them was showing off the full outline of my cock and balls. Yes, I felt really good in them.

After joining the Army I noticed a guy wearing some really small fronted briefs that looked fabulous. Although they only just covered his bum the material on the sides was not much thicker than a thumb and the front was only just big enough to hold his cock and balls. There was no fly to take his cock out of so the only way was to pull it out of the top, hence it being very low at the front. Being nosy I asked what they were called and where he had got them from. He told me they were called Breivers and were made by the same company that made Y fronts. Well I just had to have some of them. So when I got back home on leave I went to Jacques the men's outfitters to see what he had. Sure enough not only did he have them but in four colours, white, black, blue and a gorgeous bright red. So I bought a white pair, three black pairs, two blue pairs and three of my favourite bright red pairs.

At that occasion my Mother said very little when she returned my washing but about a year later when I was on leave again I went back to my favourite men's outfitters to buy more Breivers when he pointed out some new alternatives. These were very different and very brief in front. They were in a very soft stretchy cellular weave nylon and the front had been formed into a pouch. They were called Skants. They were very narrowly cut in the front and the front and the back was connected with soft elastic waist band. The fronts had no fly and were cut very low. My cock and balls only just fitted in them but very comfortably. They were wonderful to wear. The only problem was that there was absolutely no room for an erection, my cock would stand straight up and the pouch was left just holding my balls. At least the Brievers would hold and erection with my cock on its side, just! But these had no room for a hot cock. On returning my washing my mother did question whether there was enough room for me in them. Yes I assured her, took off my jeans and did a little parade in front of her. She nodded with some approval, tested the tightness of the elastic and muttered how small things were becoming these days.  I loved those briefs so much I went back and bought everyone he had in my size which wasn't many. At that time he also showed me another style that although not quite as small were similar to the Brievers but in a leopard print pattern, I bought a couple of these. They too fitted beautifully. They were by Wolsey and called X ADAM BRIEF in Bri-nylon. I still have a pair which, despite their fragility, I cherish dearly. This I think was the beginning of my love affair with men's briefs.

I now have dozens of briefs, some I wear others I just to collect as they are too precious to wear. I guess many come from shops that cater for the gay society but I don't see why they should be the only ones to have all the fun and enjoyment of wearing brief underwear.