16 November 2012

Fundoshi Silent Movie

It was a cold day.  Sunny and crisp, rather than the kind of cold that drains into your bones.  His fundoshi, crisp and white, was fresh from the dryer, tumbled soft and still warm to the touch.  It felt luxurious against his skin as he tied it on, the fabric stretched and creased and glided over his shower-soft skin as he cinched and knotted the simple ribbon of fabric into an elegant loincloth.  Something about the simple luxury of this act made his cock flutter -- ever so slightly -- but it was enough to make him aware of the smooth cotton's tiniest movement against smooth flesh.  The flutter repeated, traveling up the length of his cock from it's root to its flaring head, intensifying at his frenulum where the widening of his cock came together like the eaves of a soft pink gabled roof.  His rod continued to stiffen inside the freshly tied fundoshi until it was straight and long and solid and the flutters had become a sort of constant humming.  His fingers, unable to decline his cock's request, glided softly over the distended fundoshi pouch...








If you'd like to watch this again (and again) with taiko accompaniment, this piece makes for a nice long viewing, with lots of ebb and flow to inspire your imagination, in case you feel like playing along with the lucky fellow above as his fundoshi-wrapped ardor literally overcomes him!



2 comments:

John said...

You really pushed several of my buttons all at once here. First was my love of fundoshi as it hugs my body while I read and watch. Second was my love of sex, of the eruption of male seed combined with a fundoshi and the elegant soft porn narrative to tie it all together. Third was my appreciation of art and this very unique taiko performance with a runner on a treadmill serving as continuity through the piece. It's all very inspiring and satisfying and all three themes connect for me.

Anonymous said...

You have a hot body and look incredible in Fundoshi!!! This was incredibly EROTIC!!!!!!!!!