Leap Day And the Perfectly Pocketed Perineum!

One of the best viewing angles for the fundoshi is from below and behind; a perspective that reveals the tucked-in and trussed taint, the mounded roundness of the root, the fundoshi cloth's perfect pocketing and proud display of the muscular, nerve-rich perineum:

Beautiful Fundoshi Photography

"Wear it, share it" has always been a motto of the blog, and today we'd like to express gratitude to Fundoshi 4 All reader "R," who's shared some gorgeously-worn fundoshi with us that also happen to be artistically shot and burning hot. Wet and dry rokushaku and the rarely discussed -- at this blog at least -- kuroneko ("black cat") style fundoshi are both modeled with masculine beauty to spare by the often aroused wearer, who takes this opportunity on film not only to display himself wrapped up (and frequently unwrapped too) -- but also to find creative ways to use a camera, simple lighting, black & white, and color.

Sometimes all it takes is the sunlight slanting through the blinds, or some deep shadows, an interesting background color or texture, or even just a mind full of dirty thoughts to produce fundoshi portraits that inspire!

Getting Fundoshi'd

That last post about Nippon Boys with its four photos of festival-goers being wrapped in fundoshi provoked me to sort through my favorite photos of men in the early stages of tying their fundoshis.

It's tough to get enough of pictures of people putting on fundoshi -- or of people getting help putting on their fundoshi! It always inspires me to tie on a fundoshi of my own: as I browse the pictures I can feel the cool, light cloth slipping and tightening against my skin. I can see it in my mind's eye defining my body as I twist and loop and cinch it, finally tucking the ends into the twisted belt I've formed. Checking it in the mirror. Feeling the slight pressure against my perineum. Tying on a fundoshi is, in a word, delicious. Getting a fundoshi tied on for you, now that's downright decadent.

Below is a collection of just such photographs; some solo, some duos, and some are group efforts. Enjoy! I'm off to wrap myself in a length of sky blue cloth.

The Return of Nippon Boys!

After the devastating tsunami that wreaked such damage last year on Japan occurred, our neighbor blog Nippon Boys ceased posting for a while. Just recently, posts began appearing again! At least briefly, long enough to post nine sets of pictures from recent Hadaka Matsuri, of celebrants decked out in crisp white fundoshis. This was cause for relief, as I feared that the devastation from the tsunami may have affected the author or his family and he wouldn't be able to post any more of the beautiful photographic content. Thankfully, that was not the case.

Maybe he was just taking some time to help out with the relief effort, gather new photographs, or just taking a break? The blog is in Japanese and comments are disabled, so there's no way to find out for sure.

I'm thankful you're okay!

Visit Nippon Boys for more great photos of men in and out of their fundoshis! It'd be a great blog to subscribe to.

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The Fundoshi: Best Supporting Role

Let's continue February's extremely naughty flavorings with some excerpts from a famous piece of gay manga.

Japanese yaoi artist Ayane Yamano published "A Foreign Love Affair" (a.k.a. Ikoku Irokoi Romantan) in 2008, the story of Yakuza heir Ranmaru and Italian ship captain Al. Ranked first in many year-end manga reader's polls, "A Foreign Love Affair" is notable for several glimpses and mentions of fundoshi, as well as one sizzling fundoshi-augmented sex scene.

"A Foreign Love Affair" is notable not only for it's artistic, fine-lined drawings and romantic story, but also for making the Western yaoi market aware of the fundoshi. The fundoshi's profile has been raised quite a bit since, with popular animations like Samurai Jack even depicting it -- not to mention its frequent appearance as an essential article of "fanservice" (the practice of showing popular characters in states of undress, sexual situations, glimpses of underwear, etc. as a way of fulfilling the reader's desire for that character).

Yaoi manga in the U.S. is notable for having a primarily female readership, the theory being that women enjoy gay sex both for the depictions of undressed male forms as well as the lack of sexual threat that homosexual partners pose toward female characters -- and by extension, female readers. It is also thought that female readers value the male-to-male tenderness that is depicted in yaoi, as opposed to the tougher characters and rougher sex depicted in bara manga, which is preferred by gay men.

Reproduced below is an excerpt from the story, as well as a few loose pages that show Ranmaru in his fundoshi and a loose-fitting kimono:

Fundoshi On Film, Pornographically Speaking

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Fundoshi Diaries, Part Three: Keeping It Under Wraps

A day off, finally. It feels so good to laze in my sheets for a while before the siren call of coffee lures me to my feet. After toast with a little too much butter, I shower and shave, towel dry and smooth my hair. Today I wear a rust-colored fundoshi under dark jeans that aren't exactly tight (but they do make my butt look good!) and a soft old Radiohead t-shirt. Lots of dark colors today, they make my watery green eyes look really bright, even with my winter tan.

Lately I've been really turned on, almost in a constant state of horny arousal. No amount of masturbation seems to quench my lusty body, and today is no different. I can feel my plump cock in its fundoshi-hammock, and every twist and movement my body makes just seems to feed its constant erection even more. What gives? I'm not pent up. My girlfriend and I have been having sweet, passionate, pillow-gripping sex quite regularly. I haven't been looking at more porn (than usual). I guess I've had a few sexy dreams, but did that lead to my aroused state, or did my aroused state lead to the dreams? I reach under the waistband of my jeans, hook my thumbs under the twisted belt of the fundoshi, and give a hearty hitch. The fabric cocooning my balls and shaft pulls tight, relaxing deliciously when I unhook my thumbs. Maybe I need to masturbate again? Is it possible to jack off this much, and still be unsatisfied? I think about the millions of sperm that have spurted out of my cock this week alone, each probably convinced he was going to fertilize some lucky egg and become a future Nobel Prize winner -- only to splash hotly on my hand and then get washed down the sink.

I decide to hold off on the masturbation. It feels kind of good to be sexily buzzing all throughout the day. I can't wait for my girlfriend to get home. I can greet her at the door with some wet sweet kisses, and after she unzips the fly of my jeans maybe she'll fumble with the twisted cloth of my fundoshi for a minute, before I just shove the fabric to one side and free my impossibly hard cock, taking her right there on the couch with my fundoshi still on.