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How My diaper Fetish Started
The Pool Party: Caught on the Deck!
The Pool Party
A Brief Story: Stealing Underwear At Grandmas Store
Sneeking my Uncles’ Underwear From the Laundry
My Mom: "Where Did You Get All Those Pictures of boys and men in underwear?"
A continuation from last weeks post……
Besides the big department store catalogs, I had another source in which I was able to sneak a peek at men and boys in their underwear when I was a boy and unlike the store catalogs that were issued every several months the store sale ads came weekly! The best part of this was that the men and boys who modeled the underwear in these ads were always different. To me this was exciting.
Unlike the department store catalogs, where I could not “clip” the pictures out because the catalog(s) were kept for months; the sale ads were a different story. They were thrown away weekly! By the end of the week, my mother had her shopping list made out with the items that she needed to buy and where to get them. This “list” was created with all the sale ads that had been delivered by mail throughout the week and by the end of the week the sale ads were put into the garbage. Actually, now that I think about it; they went into the brown paper bags located in kitchen “broom closet” and were saved for recycling along with all the pretty colored glass jars and shiny metal cans. Twice a week, I would go into the closet and rummage through the brown paper bags looking for the underwear models that were in the sale ads and once I found them all, I would clip them out of the pages. Typically, I would “clip” three to four pictures per week, making my collection grow very large! Kmart had them as well as Zayres, Venture, Sears, JC Pennys, Carson Pirie Scott, and several other smaller stores.
After cutting the men and boys in underwear out, I would mix the cuttings and extra pages that I didn’t need into the other newspapers in the brown bags for recycling so my mother would not “know” what I was up to if see had seen the ads all cut up.I snuck out of the closet, making sure nobody saw me and darted to my room with my pictures. After looking all around the bedroom, under the bed and in the closet for my brother to make sure he wasn’t there, I would quietly close the door. I would lay all my pictures out on the bed in a sort of “underwear mosaic”, strip to my underwear and lay on the bed on my belly, staring at the pictures. Doing this was always dangerous as my brother or mother could barge in at any time but that risk was worth my reward. I would lay there and “hump” my bed or pillow while looking at the underwear models from the sale ads. Sometimes this lasted a few minutes or for quite some time and it seemed to depend on my level of excitement that I felt.I didn’t realize it until I was older, but I was humping to a point of dry orgasm.
After I was finished, I took my pictures and hid them in a place where no one could find them, my underwear drawer. I hid them under a pile of t shirts and hanky’s that a rarely used and therefore my mother would never look there. At least for several years…UNTIL…..
I was about 12 years old, I had just come from school and heading the the kitchen for an after school snack. My mother had cut me off before I reached the kitchen, grabbing my arm and dragging me down the hallway to my bedroom. She shut the door. She was whispering something to herself…something about mad as hell and wanted to “take care of this” before my brother came home. She headed to my dresser, my heart pounded, why was she going there? She opened my top drawer, my underwear drawer…took out something that I could not yet see but I knew what it was. My heart sank. With that, my mother whirled around on her heels and holds the sale ad underwear pictures out and says, “Who are these boys and Men?” “How did you take their pictures?” “Who’s camera did you use?” She was furious…..her face fire red, her voice cracking as she yelled at me. I was stunned, confused, hurt, and most of all EMBARRASSED! The only thing that I could manage to say in that moment was, “I didn’t take those pictures mom!” her reply came swiftly, “Then where you you get them?”. I said, “I cut them out of the sale ads every week”. She sighed, turned around and headed for the bedroom door. Just before opening it, she turned back to me and said. “Your grounded for a week!” and she walked out….she walked out carrying all my cherished pictures that I had collected for many years. I never saw them again. My mother taking those pictures away from me hurt me more than being grounded for a week.
My True Underwear Stories From Childhood Until Now
Updated every Monday
At age six, I was a typical boy; creating blanket “forts” to hide from wild Indians, playing “cops and robbers” with my brother who was a year and a half younger than me, pretending to be a super hero, donning my cape and standing on the back of the couch in my underwear jumping from one couch to another, pretending that I was flying. On other days, my brother and me would embark on a long sailing journey out into the dark, shark infested waters, our mothers queen sized bed was our ship, a broom shored up by pillows; a make-shift mast, a towel taped to the top; our pirate flag. My life was fun and simple and I surround myself in magical worlds of plastic army men hiding out in “Lincoln Log” forts that I made for them, guarding it from the “enemies”. Castles with fire breathing dragons, a fold-out city in 3D to drive my matchbox cars around in, my “Etch-sketch”, which fascinated me to no end. All in all, I was THE typical boy…..with one exception, I had this “thing” for underwear.
As many parents have done for one hundred years, my mother also ordered from the Sears, Montgomery Wards, and the JC Penny’s catalogs and every few months, a new catalog from each store was mailed to the house, one for Fall, one for Spring/Summer, and the coveted Wish Book for Christmas, which was my favorite, almost an entire catalog dedicated to kids, proudly showcasing all the new toys and games for that year, any child’s dream! I shared the same excitement as any other boy would have at that age when that catalog finally arrived but secretly I looking was looking forward to other things in these catalogs as well.
I came home from school to find the Wish book sitting in the front foyer, on the shiny black “captains chest” mixed with other fliers and mail. I grabbed the Wish Book and took it to the bathroom with me. I had this “thing” about not using the boys room at school to go number two, so I waited until I got home to do that, I didn’t ‘trust” that the seats were clean and to this day, I still don’t. I opened the giant book that was resting in my lap as I sat on the toilet and started thumbing through the pages. Women’s clothes, yuck…..no, a bit further….getting closer, ah..mens’ pajamas and robes…..I can feel my heart beating faster, anticipating what the next pages would be. I turned the next several pages and there it was, two whole pages of men in white and colored underwear! I could hardly contain myself, heart beating fast, palms sweating, and this weird pulsating feeling in my “private area” which always made me good when I looked at these pictures. Rubbing myself “down there”, I would stare at these men in their briefs and when I had enough, I went to my next favorite section of the catalog, the boys section which thrilled me even more. I paged past the icky girls section, dresses…yuck! Girls had “germs” and ‘cooties” and just looking at them in the catalog could cause these things to jump right off the pages of the catalog and onto me, infesting me. It never actually occurred to me at that time, that to avoid the women’s and girl’s section, all I had to do was start from the back of the catalog and work my way forwards. Silly Me!
Finally, the boys section. Just a few more pages, and I know I am getting close to what I am looking for when the boys suits, pajamas, and robes come into view.
I turn the page, and there in all its glory, the boys underwear section. Just at that moment, I feel that strange quiver in my private area again. By this time, I had finished my “duty” in the bathroom and was sitting on the bathroom floor Indian style, when the quivering feeling hit me “hard”. I grabbed a towel off the towel rack, placed it behind my head, a makeshift pillow, stretched out on the floor, and propped the big heavy book upon my chest, pages still open to the boys underwear section. I began to rub my private area….starting at these boys in underwear; imagining that they were my classmates and that I was able to see them in their undies. the thought of this excited me. A knock at the door….I jump up, pull up my briefs and pants, close the big book, just in time; as my brother barges in, crying that had to use the potty. At least it wasn’t mom….
This ritual continued for a very long time, into my early teens until sadly the stores; one by one stopped their catalog businesses.
To be continued…
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How I Became an Underwear "Fanatic"
My Underwear Story……
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It all started with this 1976 Fruit of the Loom television commercial with the “Fruit guys” the old lady, and the “Super-band waistband”.
It was this commercial that sparked my interest in underwear. At age 10, I loved underwear……why you ask; well I am still searching for that answer 35 years later.
As a kid growing up, my grandparents had owned a children’s clothing store in Chicago since the 1930’s and I was always the best dressed kid on the block including my underwear. At that time I wore Carter’s brand white briefs because that’s the brand that was sold at my grandparents’ store, and I like them, they felt soft next to my skin and I loved the colorful stripes on the waistband, one red one blue.
On my twelfth birthday, grandma could always be counted on to give me a gift that had new white briefs in it and while most kids would throw them aside, embarrassed, I was happy and excited to get my new white briefs. I shredded off the wrapping paper, removed the box lid, and pulled apart the tissue paper held together with a gold sticky seal to get at my new briefs. What I was looking at was not my typical briefs and they sure as heck were not Carter’s brand, they were from JC Penny, I tossed them aside. Later that night, getting ready for bed; and after my shower, I pulled the briefs out of their box…ripped open the plastic package and put a new fresh gleaming white pair of briefs on and hopped into bed. Several minutes later I was trying to figure out why something felt different than my other briefs. These were softer and fit better than mine other ones. The legs bands were wider and so was the waistband, but there was something else…the backside felt different; it was softer and thicker and I liked it, it felt great. I crept out of bed and looked at the shredded package in the box, “JC Penny Boys Briefs size 16” “Double-seat” I loved these briefs. I wore these while playing sports too as they absorbed more sweat than my others had.
As Christmas 1978 came closer I added JC Penny double seat briefs to my Christmas list for grandma, she always knew and bought what I liked so I fully expected her to buy me those again. Christmas morning was awesome! Not only did grandma buy me those briefs again but mom never checked with grandma and bought me briefs too, but hers’ were Fruit of the Loom size 16. I spotted the waistband on these and instantly took a liking to them, mostly because of the waistband style, two double blue stripes on them. I think they look “cool”. I also had gotten briefs from mom on another birthday that was from Montgomery Wards and again I liked these too for the fit, comfort, softness, but more importantly, the waistband style and color…very cool!
As I got older, into my middle teens; the double seat briefs disappeared…grandma said the Penny’s’ had stopped making them…I was crushed. But hey, I still had the colored stripes and dashes on waistbands and I now made it a point to spot anyone with their undies showing over their pants too see what color stripes were on their waistbands. There were so many different kinds…I guess I never realized it. I also started getting different brands of briefs when I started working at age fifteen, Hanes, Jockey, and Sears but none compared to my JC Penny double seat briefs. Funny, the older I got the more I like undies…weird.
The early 1990’s were a terrible decade for me, at least as far as underwear was concerned. It seems that briefs were out and boxers were in, just like that over-night I wondered? The only type of person that I ever thought to wear boxers were the older men and my grandfather and I refused to be like them. How could this be……I figured it to be only a “phase” the younger generation was going through, and after a few years briefs would be back in fashion. By the late 1990’s, briefs were still banned from the drawers of all young people and even the twenty something’s were now wearing them. This was no fad it was here to stay…with people claiming that they were “free” and able to “breathe”. Free from what I thought…and they needed underwear to breathe? Strange…..I had to get a pair of these since everybody swears by them…just maybe they would “liberate” me as promised. I bought a pair of Joe Boxers and wore them to work. Throughout most of my day, I was miserable. These things didn’t absorb sweat like my briefs do since they just “hang” on you and don’t hug your body….I developed a rash on my inner thighs because of this. Every time I stood up and sat down, my family jewels would be crushed from being loose and get caught between my legs and don’t even get me started about running in boxers…ouch! This was liberation? I wasn’t free…I was in hell. They went into the garbage as soon as I got home, where after my shower I put my soft and comfy briefs on. Boxers also turned many a male into “Grabbers” “Pullers” and “Adjusters”, doing it in open public places without any consideration as to who was around. I guess when this is NO SUPPORT (like briefs give) one would have to grab and pull at one self.
Into to early 2000’s boxers were prevalent still and to my horror briefs were getting a make-over also. No longer were underwear manufacturers putting cool looking colored stripes on the waistbands of there brief’s they were stitching in their names and logos on the waistbands. I decided to rebel myself and refused to buy any brief that did not have a colored stripe on it, this is what I wanted, not some advertisement on the waistband. I switched back solely to JC Penny briefs, they were the only brand that still had colored stripes on them. As the early 2000’s passed on briefs once again took a hit and were branded “Tighty Whities”. Kids were teased, wedgie and picked on if they wore “Tighty Whities” and under peer pressure gave up their briefs for boxers. I figured this was the end of the brief, enter the boxer-brief.
Although I hated these underwear but decide to try them as I did with the boxers. Not good! If people thought briefs were tight and gave them up how could any one wear something that is tighter than briefs but in the legs! OUCH. And don’t even get me started about boxer-brief lines that show through a man’s pants and even worse looking, under suit pants.
It is 2011 and briefs are making a slight comeback minus the colored stripes on the waistband and double seat fabric, and that is a shame, that is the reason for the Old Skool Briefs! With Old Skool Briefs, you wont find our name plastered all over the waistband, instead you will find multiple styles with multiple colored stripes on them just like the ones from past. Old Skool Briefs are available in both single and double seat fabrics and are made of 100% soft absorbent cotton and are available in white only.