MY BIG, BAGGY, DADDY BOXER SHORTS

Growing up in the 1970s, I was perhaps the only guy in my class that wore big, baggy, boxer shorts. Changing in the locker room after gym class, I discreetly glanced at a sea of tighty whities and a few jock straps. Some of the guys made fun of my old-fashioned daddy boxers, which I intentionally bought several sizes larger. This was long before the "sagger" look that caught on with younger guys in later years. It was the 1970s, and it seemed all the guys my age wore confining underwear. In my 20s, G-strings caught fire with guys my age. I stubbornly continued to wear my big ol' boxers, which were a source of amusement to the guys I would mess around with.

Not only did I love the freedom of my junk flopping around in the business slacks I wore after college and in the working world, I loved the attention my crotch got when I would manspread my legs wide in public. In the clubs, at the barber shop, or on the commuter bus on my way to or from work, I loved the feeling of my cock and balls loosely hanging on the right side of my leg. When I got hard-ons -- which was often -- there was nothing to hide the fact that I was fully erect. It was a source of manly pride, not embarrassment.

To this day, I still love my full-cut boxer shorts and love a man in boxers -- solids, plaid, stripes, paisley, diamond patterns -- it's all good. My sack began to droop lower once I was in my 40s, which I love all the more.

Would love to hear your boxer stories, men. Wear them with pride!