Fundoshi Snack III: Revenge Of Fundoshi Snack

 

Fundoshi Snack II: Son Of Fundoshi Snack

 

 Ever just have one of those days where you are as erect as a white pine?  I mean, distractingly, enormously erect -- so it's hard to get any work done, and you're sure your cheeks are flushed and that there's an enormous bulge in your pants for all to see?  I seem to be having one of those days...

Foxy In Fundoshi

Fundoshi Snack

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

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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.

The Mawashi!

Best known as the garb of sumo, the mawashi is a thickly padded variation on the fundoshi -- basically a 4-layer fundoshi -- that is not only to clothe and protect the wrestlers, the mawashi itself is a big part of sumo wrestling!  Some variation of the mawashi is also often worn during Japanese festivals, either in place of fundoshi or as one of dozens of different hybrids bewteen the two types of loincloth. 

From wikipedia:

In sumo, a mawashi (Japanese: 廻し) is the belt that the rikishi (or sumo wrestler) wears during training or in competition.  For top- (sekitori-) ranked professional rikishi, it is made of silk and comes in a variety of colors. It is approximately 30 feet (9.1 m) in length when unwrapped, about two feet wide and weighs between eight and eleven pounds. It is wrapped several times around the rikishi and fastened in the back by a large knot.

Feeling Like Fundoshi!