Still loyal to the boxer-short, but of-late, experimenting with commando.

Feels good.

But, lo, those who know there is nothing but the thin -- a few millimeters' worth? -- layer of poly-cotton blend between them and the full Monty/Benvolio. I hope they survive that knowledge.

Does it ever rub against the zipper?

Uhm...

I will file this under "Too much information"

As if you've never done the commando thing.

Hell, I have known men who have (only half-ironically) sprayed cologne on their junk before going out for a night at the bars and/or looking for ladies. You've probably done that too.

So, .

I don't think I've ever really gone commando in public, outside of a bathing suit.

Damn. You need to live. Let your boys go free.

Plus, if you believe those biologic prodigies on Seinfeld, it will increase the population density in your boys.

Not in a displeasing way.

Hey-o!

But, in preemptive answer to an expected future question, no, my junk has never slipped out. Granted, I have only gone commando on three occasions, to date -- Dec 23, Jan 7-8 --, but it is something that my zipper, is strong.

In fact, the only time -- and I mean, only time -- my junk ever slipped out, to be on full view, was in high-school, junior year, following a day-dream during a chemisty-class film-strip about class-valedictorian Erica Johannes' pert tits. The full force of my erection forced itself past the "pee-flap" on my boxers -- one of the rare occasion, prior to sophomore year at university, when I wore them -- and propelled my zipper down. I then walked a good fifty-five feet out of class, after the first passing bell had rung, with my (once again) flaccid penis hanging out. And, like I said, I was wearing underwear that day.

I wear boxers when lounging around.

Jesus went commando.

As well, the Supreme Court, if you believe the writers of the Daily Show.

That said, I never knew Sandra Day O'Connor was an unreconstructed hermaphrodite. I wonder if that gets Clarence Thomas hott?