Big
One of those kindergarten adjectives.
I had a conversation once with a woman who was complaining about teenager boys and their pants. She wasn't complaining about the pants but the attitude about what is in their pants. I am talking about underwear and ball room. I laughed with her because I thought she was right, that young boys act like they have basketballs between their legs and wore things that made allowances for their massive appendages. It is funny. And then I became self-conscious of my own ball room. Not because of jealousy just conscious. When you are a kid they are just there one day and movements that women and young boys take for granted are more difficult suddenly, because they are there. I imagine it is similar to big breasts, but it is every guy, well for a while it is and then you get used to it and except for the occasional adjustment, they disappear from your mind.
Until someone draws your attention to them. When this happens all sorts of things happen like underwear becomes important again. You become aware of rubbing and chaffing and which underwear feels better. Boxers vs briefs. Boxers allows freedom to move and freedom to tangle. It allows for greater sperm production, but seriously when is that really important? Once or twice in your life maybe. Bicycles and boxers do not mix, rather bicycle seats. Ouch! But really
Briefs or any underwear that keeps your junk in place prevents flopping around. For me contained is the way to go, but contained also means that it is trapped between your legs sometimes. Trapped between two relatively hard places and possibly another hard place. Sometimes the fit is not right with any type of underwear and you have problems, strangulation.
Bicycles… bane of the boys.
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