Fundoshi By The Seaside

Have you worn fundoshi at the beach? Tell us about your seaside adventures!

Fundoshi Gatherings

As the number of people interested in fundoshi swells, the geography between us shrinks. Who knows how many fundoshi-wearers there are in a square kilometer? Or in your city or province?

The possibilities of meet-ups and parties is always a fun one to contemplate. Whether it be two individuals meeting up to hang out, or a gathering of fundoshi-clad revelers, there's no end to the possibilities! I thought it might be fun to write out some fundoshi-specific etiquette for such occasions:

1. Always carry a spare fundoshi.

2. Bring a new fundoshi to share. If everyone brings an extra, a fun exchange can happen and everyone can go home with a new fundoshi! Maybe a unique pattern or a fabric you particularly like? Make sure to get lots of pictures and send them to Fundoshi4All!

(More after the jump)

Tipsy with a Camera

I broke one of the cardinal rules of being drunk and horny: stay away from the camera!  After an afternoon of google-searching fundoshi stuff I got distracted by some rather spicy bisexual porn.  The next thing I knew, I had consumed a few beers and made an amateurish attempt to truss myself up with some clothesline like some of the artistic/erotic kinbaku rope bondage I've posted here before.  I also liberally lubed up a brand new butt plug (the biggest one I've ever attempted!) and secured it in place underneath the ropes and a black gauze fundoshi.  Then I posed and snapped away.

Beach Fire

There’s nothing quite like a lakeside party on a sun-drenched day to make you feel alive.  After splashing around, waterskiing, drinking cold cans of beer, and generally frolicking in the sun with friends and coworkers I felt nicely browned by the rays and refreshed by the waves.  We had a great time.  There were striped bikinis and girls with lake water softened hair.  There were beach studs with cargo shorts and tanned pecs, and classic rock, oldies, hip hop and indie rock pouring out of cheap portable radios.  We started early and played hard.  People began to trickle away by twos and threes as the shadows got longer, so that by sundown only myself and Adrian were left.  Our dirty feet faced the small fire I had made on the beach, and our arms were draped casually on the cooler – which still harbored an unacceptable quantity of beer cans floating about in icy melt water.  We were doing our best to address that situation.  Adrian was one of the newer guys on my project at work, maybe a couple years younger than me.  We had hung out once or twice, worked out at the gym a couple times and caught a beer after work now and then.  Nice guy, easy smile.  Good ideas.  Sharp sense of humor.

So it was that we were talking and laughing in the orange crackle of the flames as the big red ball of the sun inched toward the inky horizon, sipping beers and shooting the shit about nothing much in particular.  In our trunks and wind-dried t-shirts.  Adrian fished around in the pocket of his blue jeans, which were discarded over a dry driftwood branch near the fire.  “You get high?” he asked, producing a joint.  Every once in a while, I assured him, and soon enough we were wreathed in aromatic smoke and feeling gently euphoric in the last drowning beams of light, as dusk settled in.

It felt good to be hanging out with Adrian.  I always liked the guy, he seemed down to earth and sensible but he also had a lot of compassion for the people around him.  He treated everybody in our building great, from the janitors to the managers.  It was the mark of a future leader, I thought.  I admired that strength in him.  He was also just a naturally good looking guy, in great shape.  I’m generally what one calls a lady’s man, but I do occasionally feel a pull towards specimens of my own gender, and if I’m being honest with myself I found Adrian to be attractive, both physically and in his personality.  That night by the lake I couldn’t help but note that his trunks were kind of tight-fitting, too, outlining his smoothly muscled thighs and roundly cupping what was no doubt a nice package.

Ty Wears His Fundoshi To The Sauna, And Learns A Hard Lesson.

Just a quick note: I haven't been able to post comments or replies for some reason! So don't think I'm giving you the silent treatment. I've been trying to reply for the last few blog entries, but my text just vanishes into the internet!  Hopefully I'll get that issue solved soon.  Until then, please enjoy this short story and many other fun upcoming posts from Fundoshi 4 All!



Smooth and tan, those were the words that described Ty's end-of-August physique just right.  He had been browning himself and frolicking in the waves for months, free of any obligations other than chasing girls.  Which could be pretty motivational, he thought.  It was the last summer before college.  One last chance to really taste the world.  When he wasn't soaking up sun or fucking the seemingly endless train of eager, luscious hotties lining up for his skillful love-rod, he'd go work out, swim, cycle, climb, hike and run.  His dark hair had grown to shaggy waves that fell across his forehead and shoulders.

It was one of his afternoon delightfuls who had shown him how to tie a fundoshi.  He'd been wearing board shorts all summer, scrunching them up when he lay on his towels so that his thighs got a little sun.  Girls liked guys in board shorts, he'd told himself.  Lyra had told him otherwise.

"Nice tan lines" she'd remarked, jokingly.  They were naked and sweat-slicked, in bed after all.

"Speedos just aren't for me," said Ty.  She'd laughed and they'd joked about banana-hammocks while she tore a long strip from his bedsheet.

"What are you doing!?" he asked.  Moments later she had him tied up in a fundoshi, and it had been a rather erotic experience for him.  Especially after she had moved the pouch to one side, freed his erection, and given him a long and ultimately very explosive blow job.  Though there'd been more girls since Lyra, he'd never forgotten her.  What had really only been a few hours together left an indelible mark.