Too afraid to look.
In a moment of what the hell I agreed to go to an underwear "Recovery Party" at a leather fetish club with my friend Christopher today. And by recovery they mean continue the party from last night, and get more trashed. Not a greeting card with a teddy bear holding balloons and we wish you a speedy recovery written inside.
Although there will definitely be bears.
[Updated: Oh. My God. What a fun afternoon! I don't know where my natural shyness went, but it certainly wasn't apparent. Not as many people there as I think they expected, but what a friendly, friendly group of guys. Highlight of the afternoon, someone decided we should play a swap underwear game. Sexy young Lochie took such a shine to my jockstrap he was hesitant to hand it back. Frankly, he looked so good in it, I was kind of sad to have to ask for it back...]