(After the fashion prelude, there’s a postlude about sexual desirability and, surprise, casual mansex (plus Herb Simon) — discussed in (for me) exceptionally decorous terms, but still the acts alluded to are inappropriate for talk to kids or the sexually modest.)

Surely inevitable, given mankini (see below) and all the brocabulary reported on in my Page on these terms, but here it is:

(#1) From the Canoe site, “Brokini not a homage to Borat’s mankini” by Jenny Yen on 8/25/20; caption for this photo:”Two Toronto entrepreneurs have come up with the Brokini — a one-shoulder swimsuit for men that comes in either a pineapple or flamingo print (photo by Brokinis.com)

(Hat tip to Daniel Elwell on Facebook.)

Form the Canoe story:

“We wanted a change in the way men’s bathing suits looked,” said Taylor Field, who along with his business partner Chad Sasko, came up with Brokinis, a one-shoulder bathing suit for men.

“We wanted something fun and daring and took some confidence to wear and this is what we came up with.”

The design is along the same vibe as neon lime green sling swimsuit modelled by Sacha Baron Cohen in the film Borat, except the Brokini has one shoulder strap instead of two and there’s more … coverage in the nether-regions.

“No real direct inspiration from Borat,” said Field.

“Definitely, he wore it best and can’t compete with that. Ours is a lot less risque. We want people to wear it everywhere.”

Both Field and Sasko, who are in their early 30s,  said they have “zero fashion background between us,” but launched the brand three weeks ago after the 10-month design process.

… The daring suits come in a pineapple — or “fine-apple” — print or a “bromingo” flamingo print, with more designs to come in the future.

On the Borat reference, from my 6/26/17 posting “Put a sock on it in parade season”:

(#2) The mankini, one of the most minimal of swimsuits / underwear for men, just one step above the cock sock

A cock sock can be stabilized by a more substantial strap, yielding the mankini, or slingshot thong

Famously worn by the character Borat:

(#2) Sacha Baron Cohen as chauvinistic Kazakh reporter Borat Sagdiyev in a highlighter-green mankini that, once seen, could never be unseen

Notes on sexual desirability. A personal note about the guy in #1 (who serves as the Brokini model more generally). He is of a very attractive body type — a swimmer body, in the vocabulary of gay body types — but with pasty-white skin, utterly smooth and hairless, and so unarousing to me.

These things are complex. If he was turned on by me and offered his body to me, I would of course take it; we would be satisfying mutual urgent desires, and for that you disregard any number of failures of perfect fit. You satsfice.

From NOAD:

verb satisfice: formal accept an available option as satisfactory: it talks about telling you not to just satisfice but to always look for the best.

(I think the term goes back to Herb Simon, but now taken from his technical context and made into an everyday term.)

Satisficing is pretty much how casual mansex works, and I’ve come to think that that’s a good thing. On the forms of casual mansex at issue here, from my 1/20/16 posting “From Yaosabi news”:

the t-room (a men’s room used for male-male sexual hookups, especially in glory-hole and under-partition sex between men in adjacent stalls, acts that are typically performed under the cloak of anonymity)

By mostly nonverbal means, you ask for a penis, and then you get one, and you get the pleasure of servicing it (you will eventually get your own serviced too). In my experience (from decades ago) you accept with pleasure whatever is offered to you; every penis is beautiful and desirable, each in its own way. (In my experience, however men might have acted in face-to-face encounters, whatever they might have sought in a boyfriend, in the glory-hole / under-partition context, nobody ever rejected an offer. You satisficed.)

(Men’s bodies and mansex discussed in street language, so not at all appropriate for kids and the sexually modest.)

An e-mail ad from Daily Jocks today, which turns out to be the second of a pair. The ad copy for this one:

Welcome to The Daily Jocks Backroom, from harnesses to wrestling suits, check out some of the most intimate products from your favourite brands including Cellblock13, Nasty Pig & many more.

What’s for sale here is some brightly colored festishwear, what could fairly be described as hot garments (harnesses, jockstraps, socks) to get fucked in)

The first installment, from 8/29 in the posting “Take me, please”, showing:

(#1)

A beautifully (but not extravagantly) muscled male body, lying prone on the silky sheets of a bed — simultaneously tough and high-masculine and also sumptuously queer — with his knees drawn up to offer his very muscular male buttocks for sex.

(This is pretty much as close as you can get to hard-core porn in an underwear ad.)

That’s the prone version, with his legs drawn up to hump up his ass for getting fucked doggie-style.

Today’s DJ ad has the same model in the same gear in the same silky bed, but supine, with his legs frogged up for getting fucked in the “missionary position”:

(#2)

The sexual position. From my 1/28/16 posting “Lower bangs higher”:

This is (about to be) fucking in the “missionary position”, face to face. If you’re about to be fucked in this position, you’ll want to spread your legs, to make it easier for him to enter you. If you’re a guy about to be fucked in this position, you’ll need to get your legs up, to make your asshole available for your fucker.

… In most of these missionary positions, the fuckhole has his legs splayed out like a frog on a dissection mat … So I’ve sometimes called taking this position “frogging up” (to get fucked).

I suppose it’s too much to hope for a third ad with the bottom’s body in the lateral position, lying on his side with his legs drawn up, again to make his asshole easily available, now for a side-by-side fuck — a very easy position for both men, allowing for a slow gently rocking fuck that feels especially affectionate. (And the top has at least one hand free to stroke his partner’s cock.)

But I can hope.

(Penises are crucially involved in the first of these ads, though they aren’t actually mentioned, much less depicted. Still…)

It’s crude, about men’s underwear, and you probably don’t want to go there, but there it is, or at least was, at least in someone’s commercial imagination. This ad from ca. 1969 (thanks to Peter Korn):

(#1) The model is alarmingly wasp-waisted; that can’t be healthy.

So: not a fly, but a stretchy hole to push your penis through, for the exigencies of the moment. An innovation that seems not to have caught on, or even found its way into stores. A lost inspiration of the 1960s.

(The Regency Square company appears to have vanished long ago, at least under that name. The building was a nondescript office building, not a shop or showroom.)

From the same source:

(#2) Sp. cortitos ‘shorts’

And a whole assortment of slightly dubious menswear:

(#3) Probably worth it just for the lounging cowboy figure; though stretch denim really doesn’t work that way, it’s just stretchy (from elastene) denim

These ads are designed to appeal to male vanity. Their target audience was probably gay men, who are comfortable being objects of sexual desire. Though I wonder how many of these garments they sold, and to whom.

(Men’s bodies and sex between men, in street language, totally not for kids or the sexually modest.)

He’s never early, he’s always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I’m waiting for my man

(from Lou Reed’s “I’m Waiting for the Man”)

Today’s Daily Jocks ad, for a jockstraps sale, has yet another model posed as offering himself for anal intercourse, something of a DJ specialty; these ads show really handsome male buttocks, minimally clothed, and right up against the line with porn. In today’s case, I’ve chosen to spin a whole sex story (in free verse, as a caption) about the man in the ad. Under the fold.

(#1)

The ritual

Keyed up in anticipation,
Joe waited, eyes down in
submission for his
mystery trick,
posing on the sofa to display his
muscular body and offer his ass,
hoping to
please his nameless fucker,
who would then
brusquely push his head down,
force him to
hump his ass,
draw his legs up,
open his asshole to
receive the blessing of a
hard cock
within his body

Just to note that this scenario does happen in real life: men contract to be used sexually by strangers they don’t even lay their eyes on. (It’s the fuck equivalent of various schemes for anonymous cocksucking.) Here I’ve emphasized the ritualistic character of such encounters. And also, of course, the great pleasure a bottom experiences from having his top’s cock within his body.

Previously on this channel. Flirting with fucking in DJ goes back some time– see the Page on this blog on buttocks displays —  but recently it’s been something of a theme. I’ve posted about a pair of these ads:

— on 8/29/20 in “Take me, please”:

(#2)

A beautifully (but not extravagantly) muscled male body, lying prone on the silky sheets of a bed — simultaneously tough and high-masculine and also sumptuously queer — with his knees drawn up to offer his very muscular male buttocks for sex

— on 9/3/20 in “Take me, please (supine version)”

(#3)

What’s for sale here is some brightly colored festishwear, what could fairly be described as hot garments (harnesses, jockstraps, socks) to get fucked in)

… Today’s DJ ad has the same model in the same gear in the same silky bed, but supine, with his legs frogged up for getting fucked in the “missionary position”

The model in #1 is a different one, but also presented as highly masculine — way butch —  with lots of tats, that severe buzzcut, and the facial scruff. Plus the gigantic watch.

Waiting for the man. About the Lou Reed song. From Wikipedia:

“I’m Waiting for the Man” (sometimes titled “I’m Waiting for My Man”) is a song by the American rock band the Velvet Underground, written by Lou Reed. It was first released on their 1967 debut album, The Velvet Underground & Nico.

The song is about waiting on a streetcorner in Harlem, near the intersection of Lexington Avenue and 125th Street, in New York City and purchasing $26 worth of heroin (equivalent to $211 in 2019), sung from the point of view of the purchaser, who has presumably traveled to Harlem from another part of the city; the “man” in the title is a drug dealer.

It’s a haunting song. You can listen to the Velvet Underground recording here.

(References to sex between men in plain language, so not suitable for kids or the sexually modest.)

The image from a steamy Daily Jocks ad on 9/28, with (under the fold) my caption.

(#1)

He dreamed
he got fucked
in his
Helsinki
Athletica
jockstrap

When Nikolas feels anxious, he
Pulls down his gym shorts and
Offers his ass, seeking the calm a
Solid fuck can give him

The first theme is that anxiety and stress can cause people to seek distraction and relief through sex — by masturbation, of course, but also with a partner.

The second theme is that satisfying sex leaves in its train a feeling of pleasurable relaxation.

And then there’s the allusion in the He got fucked… title. On that, from my  7/21/17 posting “Getting into harness”:

my caption … is a take-off on the long series of “I dreamed I Xed in my Maidenform Bra” ads from the 50s

For example:

(#2) Young women in their bras in all sorts of preposterous circumstances — here as a firefighter

(This posting starts with a homoerotic Daily Jocks ad — nothing close to the line visually or textually, but you might still want to exercise your judgment — moves through Doan’s pills and ends with musician Rod Stewart.)

… but what story? They’re just pictures, after all, subject to many interpretations. Even when the creator’s intentions are clear, there are often two (or more) intended stories for the same picture — typically, one literal and one allusive (consider still lifes with moral messages). In any case, other viewers are free to see stories the creator did not. And sometimes the pictures have no clear interpretation.

Which brings me to the Daily Jocks mailing of 10/26:

(#1) At the gym, two hunks eye each other’s crotches with facial expressions that would be heavy sexual cruises if exchanged face to face

Well, it’s a menswear ad, and comes with no explicit clues as to how it’s to be interpreted — maybe just as a generic homoerotic encounter (certainly homoerotic). But still you wonder: what’s their story? Are they an established couple, shown here appreciating each other’s bodies for the camera? Or did they just come across one another in the gym and are now setting up a trick? Or maybe merely complimenting each other through their gaze and facial expressions, each conveying that he thinks the other is really hot? (Nice body, buddy.)

Background 1: the ad. From the DJ mailing:

Sport Training 2.0 shorts – dark teal: The new and improved Sport Training Shorts are made of breathable stretch woven fabric that is lightweight and anti-static to keep you cool and comfortable through your workout.

The new [Helsinki Athletica] Sports Training Collection is the ultimate combination of functional, sleek and sexy.

Note the sexy.

Background 2: the models. Except for the fact that both are wearing HA dark teal sport shorts, the models have been chosen to be as differentiated as possible (and posed differently).

Left Guy (sitting, legs spread, in a tank top, white socks and shoes) is dark-haired, with facial scruff and lightly furred body. Right Guy (standing, shirtless, black socks and shoes) has lighter hair, a smooth-shaven face, and a smooth body.

That is, they are presented as complementary, and so as an especially attractive (fantasy) couple. Complementarity is a very satisfying characteristic within a couple; each partner discovers new things from the other, and they learn from one another. For straight couples, the sex difference provides a kind of base line of complementarity (though it can develop many forms thereafter); same-sex couples seek other sources of complementarity (especially characterstics of personality, but also interests), which then help to cement their relationship.

(I’ve had one female partner and one male partner — and then, for some time, the two of them together. Each of them altered my life deeply, changed me, and I changed them in turn. Not always easy, but, as I said, satisfying.)

The saying. The short version, from the Cambridge Dictionary (on-line):

saying: every picture tells a story: said when what has really happened in a situation is clear because of the way that someone or something looks

More detail, with notes on the history, from Pascal Tréguer’s Word Histories site (the site is new to me, so I can’t fully vouch for it, but the material looks dependable):

The phrase every, or each, picture tells a story is used of images that are particularly significant, revealing, or suggestive of real or imaginary events.

His first cite is from Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre (1847), with each; then a series of later cites; and finally:

In both Britain and the USA, the phrase was popularised in the early 1900s by the advertisements for Doan’s Backache Kidney Pills, in which the slogan Every Picture tells a Story appeared alongside the picture of a man or woman clutching the small of his or her back.

One of the first appearances in this use he found was from the Cambridge Daily News (Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, England) on 12/18/1902 (the cites are all from local newspapers):

(#2)

The pills were a mild diuretic for the kidneys. They were later advertised as Doan’s Little Liver Pills. They are, in fact, still available (at your local drugstore) as pain relief medicine for backache:

(#3)

Rod Stewart. And the song. From Wikipedia:

(#4)

“Every Picture Tells a Story” is a song written by Rod Stewart and Ronnie Wood and initially released as the title track of Stewart’s 1971 album Every Picture Tells a Story. It has since been released on numerous Stewart compilation and live albums

It’s rude, crude, and lyrically wonderfully complex. You can listen to Stewart performing it here (in a remastered version of the performance from The Definitive Rod Stewart).

(From my posting backlog. Not for kids or the sexually modest.)

The Daily Jocks ad (for the premium homowear firm Pump!) from May 29th, a little masterpiece of the hard-cruise soft-porn genre, the underwear model as steamy rentboy:

(#1) A hard cruise’s a-gonna make you crawl, my blue-eyed son, my darling young one

Piercingly cruisy insolent contempt, combined with a display of the goods available, in a pitsntits display, plus an oiled torso and legs spread so that his crotch can be thrust forward for his trick.

But the hard cruise is mostly conveyed with the face: direct gaze, narrowed eyes, and tight mouth.

Two other high points of the genre: the PUMP! swimshorts ad in my June 18th posting “The Magnificent WaterSports”, offering four hard-cruisy models with an assortment of variations on the basic presentation; and in my 7/18/16 posting “The Insolence and the Ecstasy”, a pair of  notably insolent models for 2eros Black Label underwear.

(#2) Left, two head tilts and somewhat raised eyebrows; right, two harder-core flat-on cruises; three of the four men have one leg somewhat raised, in the classic stand-and-pose stance

(#3) Sitting in a half-reclining position; man on left more inviting; man on right with spread legs and intense impassive face

Lexical notes. From NOAD:

adj. insolent: showing a rude and arrogant lack of respect: she hated the insolent tone of his voice.

noun contempt: the feeling that a person or a thing is beneath consideration, worthless, or deserving scorn: he showed his contempt for his job by doing it very badly. adj. contemptuous: showing contempt; scornful.

verb cruise: 1 … [d] informal [without object] wander about a place in search of a casual sexual partner: he spends his time cruising and just hanging out in New Orleans| [with object]: he cruised the gay bars of Los Angeles. [e] [with object] informal walk past and assess (a potential sexual partner): he was cruising a pair of sailors. [The examples make it clear that the verb is virtually always used in a gay male context, though this isn’t explicit in the actual entries.]

Cruising as in the NOAD entry can be an entirely amateur activity, engaged in for the pleasure it affords; or a professional activity, an occupation that brings in money (for stud hustlers).

The caption for #1. A take-off on Bob Dylan’s “A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall”. The original lines:

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?

On the song, from Wikipedia:

“A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall” is a song written by Bob Dylan in the summer of 1962 and recorded later that year for his second album, The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan (1963). Its lyrical structure is modeled after the question and answer form of traditional ballads such as “Lord Randall”.

The song is characterized by symbolist imagery in the style of Arthur Rimbaud, communicating suffering, pollution, and warfare.

This morning’s little entertainment from the Daily Jocks site:

(#1) A bit of word play on mask and masc(uline), underwear models being chosen for their projection of high masculinity (as here)

Details.The DJ ad copy:

Wearing a mask doesn’t have to be boring, keep yourself & others safe with DJX’s new Party At Home masks. Available in 6 styles.

The other five are much less interesting than this one; unicorn, gay a.f., macho, open wide, bottom.

The model in #1 (here all in plain black) showing off his full body, flagrantly displaying his crotch:

(#2) Definitely masc

From Ryan Tamares, a gay Xmas and pandemic-chasing card “Adam Likes Santa: Red Santa”, featuring cartoonist Bobo Nisi’s gay bear character Bobo-Bear (sometimes Bobobear or Bobo Bear):

(#1) The card

(Also demonstrating some newly recovered abilities of mine at formatting my blog postings.)

On the Bobo-Bear Facebook page:

A supermarket worker who dreamed to draw, bought some pencils, moved to London and now shares his art on t-shirts. Follow if you like bears [of the gay male variety]. Grrr!

Drawn by Bobo Nisi, a supermarket worker who dreamed to draw, said goodbye to the aisles, bought some pencils and imagined these gay sexy bears.

An overview of some Bobo-Bear characters:

(#2) Six characters

The Bobo-Bear site also sells merchandise (of course):

(#3) Shirtless Bobo-Bear modeling a mask

(#4) Bobo-Bear swimwear, with a butt bear

Just now, day 5 of the DailyJocks 12 Days of Christmas sale on swimwear: in the surf, two arm-linked swimmer-body dudes radiate joy as they contemplate their Elia swimwear (or possibly their crotches — or, of course, both), in the baby blue, pink, and white Pool Party pattern: Titan swim shorts on the left, Kos enhancing swim briefs on the right:

I post this not just because the guys have hot, though not heavily gymmed-up, bodies, but mostly because they do indeed radiate joy, especially Enhanced-Cup Dude, who’s smiling broadly. Joy is a precious commodity these days; this ad made me smile myself as soon as I saw it. And then they’re presenting themselves as a couple, and that gave me still more pleasure.

So I wanted to share them with the rest of you. I don’t think you have to be a gay man to find enjoyment in the ad — or to be intrigued about what’s in their minds as they stare down at their swimwear.

Notes on the swimwear, from the ad:

The Titan swim shorts are a low rise short featuring 3 inch inseam and a lightweight stretch woven fabric to hug your body without compromising on comfort.

The Kos Enhancing swim brief is a low rise brief featuring front removable enhancement cup.

The pattern here is Pool Party; other patterns include Navy Flamingo and Beach Unicorn, as well as many abstract patterns and solid colors.

On the Elia company, enhancement cups, and more, see my 7/4/20 posting “Pretty, and sometimes protuberant, in pink”.

(References to male genitals and sex between men, in sometimes very plain language, so not suitable for kids or the sexually modest.)

A wonderfully lubricious Daily Jocks sale ad for Boxing Day, the day after Christmas, taking advantage of allusions to box in several different sexual senses:

Muscular glutes and a broad, somewhat goofy, smile. On a Christmas theme, without any actual underwear — just red DJX Football Socks (which are advertised as partywear).

Background from my 12/29/15 posting “Boxboys and transitive bottoming”, about

a not at all subtle play on vocabulary taken from ordinary language to supply euphemisms for explicit sex talk — notably a play on box and package (similarly, basket, junk, sack, etc) used to refer to the male genitalia.

… [in addition,] all everyday vocabulary for the vagina can be (and, as far as I can see, has been) pressed into service to refer to the male anus viewed as a (receptive) sexual organ (see my 7/26/13 posting on the phenomenon). That gives us a series of synonyms of bottom boy ‘man whose preference is to serve as the recipient in anal intercourse, man who prefers to be fucked’: from the top on down: cuntboy, pussyboy, and, yes, boxboy. (All of these have boy used for a gay man, of whatever age.)

So: Boxing Day could go either way, though the focus in the ad on the model’s very muscular glutes strongly suggests he’s an enthusiastic bottom boy.

Which moved me to produce some thoroughly raunchy verse about him:

The boxboy at play

Once his box was fully
engaged, Joey went wild,
begging loudly for more,
deeper, harder, oh god fuck me
fuck me, please fuck me.

He was a famously satisfying
pussyboy, also enormously proud of
his ability to get men to give him
exactly what he needed.

(Added 12/26: The first verse is about as close as I can get to capturing sexual ecstasy in print. The text is a brief sampling of actual ecstatic cries, some of them my own in a previous life.)

(I have a number of much more serious things to post about this morning, but I was struck speechless by today’s mailing from the Daily Jocks people, with an image of high-quality high-intensity soft porn aimed at men — presented as if it were just an ad featuring work-out shorts. Warning: this posting shows no male genitals, but it reeks of sex, and might strike some as unsuitable for kids and the sexually modest.)

The e-mail image.

The e-mail header: “Work up a sweat with Franky ”

(#1)

Some salient features:

— this is a pitsntits / pits ‘n’ tits presentation of Franky’s body, making his armpits and his erect nipples available to the viewer (and also focusing on his bulging biceps)

— it’s also a full display of his torso, featuring his abs

— there’s a light sheen of sweat on Franky’s body — you can almost smell him

— Franky’s work-out shorts are pulled down just short of his pubic hair, in a modest cock tease

— Franky offers a challenging facial expression to the viewer: are you man enough to take me?

— Franky’s high-macho presentation is further accentuated by his (short) facial hair, his baseball cap, and the tats on his right forearm

The overall effect is soft porn — providing something for an appreciative male viewer to masturbate to.

But wait, there’s more. The point of the e-mail is not just to display Franky’s hot body, but to use it to push a subscription offer to OnlyJox (“Daily Jocks Naughty Brother”), which offers shopping discounts and “HOT content everyday” (hot content like Franky.)

The logo for OnlyJox;

(#2) Salient features include: a lightly furry torso, an erect nipple, a visible hard-on in the model’s sweat pants

You can make only so much money on premium underwear and work-out apparel. Providing some shopping bargains plus a lot of soft or borderline porn gives the company another source of income.

I stress again the high quality of the photography, very much welcome in a world that overwhelms us with tons of amateurish, poorly framed, awkward porn of men for men.

(This posting starts with a charming jockstrap ad, but works into the world of sex between men, so its not suitable for kids or the sexually modest.)

Today’s Daily Jocks ad brings us the very hunky, super-cute, and grinning models Aaron Scott and Adam Scott — yes, they’re twin brothers, and I don’t know which is which — in some PUMP jockstraps from the company’s Play collection:

(#1) Yes, they are wearing fun jocks

(As twins frequently do, they always use their full names in coordination — Aaron Scott and Adam Scott — rather than a reduced coordination — Aaron and Adam Scott — so as to maintain their separate identities.)

Images of very attractive near-naked men always allow a viewer who’s so inclined to project his sexual desires onto the men, but the guys in #1 aren’t adding any fuel of their own to this fire.

It turns out that Adam Scott and Aaron Scott are perfectly happy to present themselves homoerotically (Daily Jocks ads usually have a homoerotic kick to them; #1 is unusual in its sexual innocence.)

So we get the two men, still in their fun jocks, in a steamier pose, with one of them (on the right) performing a heavy cruise face:

(#2)

[Note: about the men and the underwear, on the (very enthusiastic, but rather awkwardy written) Mens UnderwearFan site  (Michael Hanes):

Both are fitness models and actors by profession working with Good Talent Management. [They] are posing in the Play men’s underwear from the newest collection by the famous underwear brand PUMP. The underwear of this collection comes with very high-def fiber colors. The colorful stripe on the underwear waistband makes it unique among other variants of men’s underwear.]

Finally, on the Image Amplified site, steamy photography by Blake Ballard featuring the two men; for instance:

(#3) Both performing cock teases, with their jeans pulled down

Three ways of thinking about jockstraps.

— jocks as utilitarian sportswear (supporting and protecting the male genitals during sports or exercise). As exemplified especially by the simplest of Bike jocks, like this vintage item:

(#4) Vintage Bikes of this sort are available on eBay and similar sale sites

As it happens, such items are easily sexualized. Just viewing a vintage Bike jock can produce, for many men, a madeleine-like evocation of the smell of men’s locker rooms, sharp with male sweat — and for many gay men, dick-hardening recollections of fantasized sexual encounters with athletes sporting classic Bike jocks.

— jocks as sexual display (offering the genitals in front and the buttocks in back, both as objects of sexual desire).  Daily Jocks ads generally make attractive men in jockstraps available as objects of homoerotic desire, as the viewer wishes; but often the models are visibly projecting sexual desire or desirability — they are in fact cruising the viewer. (Compare #1, presenting attractive men with no sexual agenda, with the steamier #2 and #3.)

— jocks as toys or trinkets, as playful display — fun jocks — though of course such jocks could serve simultaneously as utilitarian athletic wear or as sexual display.

[Note: about sexuality and its performance. The men modeling jocks as sexual display often are “visibly projecting sexual desire or desirability”, as I put it above. These are performances of (gay) sexuality, not expressions of it; the models are acting (many are, in fact, professional actors as well as male models). Some of the models identify as gay or bisexual, but many identify as straight. In particular, despite the homoerotic steaminess of #2 and #3, Aaron Scott and Adam Scott identify as straight — and also serve as objects of desire for a fair number of straight women.

Real life is much more complex. The classification of jockstraps as utilitarian sportswear, sexual display, or toys or trinkets is far too simplistic, even given the provisos above about overlaps and multiple functions. For something more realistic, consider the discussion in my 10/16/19 posting “Adventures in homomasculinity: the pink jock”, beginning:

Following on my postings about butch fagginess  in men’s underwear, more intersections of styles of masculinity with styles of homosexuality, still with men’s underwear as signs of these styles.

My talk here is not simply in terms of performances of gay sexuality, but in performances of various styles of homomasculinity, complex patterns of behavior and attitudes, which can then be manifested in complex patterns of self-presentation, like butch fagginess, in which explicit signifiers of butch identity co-occur with others associated with the faggy and the femme —  muscle-hunks in pink underwear, for example.

(Well, men’s underwear, so men’s bodies play a significant role, but nothing raunchy. Look at #1, just below, to get a feel for the content and your comfort level; this is about as racy as things get in this posting.)

Passed on to me by Sim Aberson a few days ago, with the comment “Pair?”, this jockstrap ad from the men’s underwear company TBô (sometimes T-Bô):

(#1)

Not just “pair”, but “pair of jockstrap”, with SG jockstrap.The ad will take this posting  in many different directions, sometimes inconclusively, so the posting will proceed as a collection of very loosely connected mini-essays.

Partitives and plurals. On FB, Jeff Shaumeyer expanded on Sim’s query:

I don’t think I’ve ever before heard “pair of jockstrap”

I agreed:

I’ve long been accumulating all sorts of surprises with partitives [in this case, pair of] and with SG/PL and C/M, but “pair of jockstrap” is brand-new to me. Pretty clearly non-native English.

Meanwhile, Sim did a search for “pair of jockstrap,” and nothing came up.

First thing here: partitive pair of, which combines with a PL (C) noun referring to a bipartite entity. From NOAD:

noun pair: [a] a set of two things used together or regarded as a unit: a pair of gloves. [b] an article or object consisting of two joined or corresponding parts not used separately: a pair of jeans…

(Other partitives combine with a (SG) M noun — piece of candy —  and still others with both PL and M nouns — lots of apples, lots of candy.)

Items of men’s underwear — briefs, shorts, boxers, trunks — are mostly clearly bipartite, so the nouns referring to them can occur with partitive pair of.

pair of + (bipartite) PL (pair of briefs) is in alteration with plain PL (briefs) —  He put on (a pair of) briefs. (For the plain PL, the bipartite nature of the referent is merely implicit.) And then, in the semi-technical usage of the commercial underwear world, SG is available instead of PL: We carry a brief that will astound you. This brief will astound you. (The SG usage tends to convey reference to a type, the PL usage to a token.)

[Digression. People sometimes find the commercial SG usage a bit odd. So, on FB just a little while ago, Monica Macaulay was taken aback by this Ibex ad with SG tight rather than PL (pair of) tights:

(#2) ]

But back to jockstraps. A jockstrap has two straps, and you put it on by putting each of your legs through a space between the pouch and one of the straps, and that might cause someone to think of the garment as bipartite and so to justify a pair of jockstraps (referring to a single object; it could also, of course, refer to two jockstraps). This is not standard usage, but it’s reasonably well attested, largely from what appear to be native speakers (Google hits in the low thousands). For example,

You’ll look good in a pair of jockstraps too (Wikipedia link)

the good guys of ESPN have this illustration of [A-Rod] … wearing nothing but a pair of jockstraps. (Wikipedia link)

Just like women sometimes wear pushup bras, men wear fashion jocks to pull up their package. I often get comments from spouses saying their man looks great in a pair of jockstraps. (Wikipedia link)

But, apparently, for most people the straps of a jockstrap are insufficiently analogous to the legs of briefs, shorts, boxers, and trunks: the legs are the central features of these garments (together with their waistbands), but it’s the pouch of a jockstrap (together with its waistband) that is its central feature; the straps are ancillary structures, designed merely to hold the central features together.

In any case, this gets us to pair of jockstraps, with one of the characteristics of pair of jockstrap — the partitive pair — rationalized. But then?

Chris Waigl on FB:

Also, maybe the writer thinks strap has zero plural. One strap, two strap

(like Dr. Seuss’s  One fish, two fish). However, only certain types of nouns (can) have zero plurals in English; these types are enumerated in Huddleston & Pullum’s CGEL, pp. 1588-9, and there’s no type there to which jockstrap would belong. (There’s a Page on this blog, recently added, about postings on zero plurals, which extends the range of examples a bit, but not enough to take in jockstrap.)

I think that at this point we have to recogize that we’re dealing with non-native English here — showing non-English zero plurals as a carryover from a language in which inflection marking grammatical number is not a a regular feature. (There are plenty of languages showing the equivalent of one strap, two strap across the board.)

So what we have here is a double anomaly in pair of jockstrap: the partitive pair is anomalous because the garments are not actualy bipartite; and the SG jockstrap is anomalous because the partitive pair calls for an actual PL form. The latter is a feature of certain non-native Englishes; the former probably is as well, since there’s some evidence that the person who produced partitive pair did so in the belief that this was the appropriate syntax for nouns denoting bottom undergarments.

pair of thong. Yes, in yet another TBô ad, for a bottom undergarment that absolutely is not bipartite:

(#3) Only one strap, the minimum required to connect the pouch and the waistband

It then turns out that the ads in #1 and #3 stand out from all other TBô ads — all the rest that I’ve seen have entirely standard English  (and  the jockstrap and thong don’t seem to appear at all on the TBô site, but are offered only on the net). That is, #1 and #3 might have a different source from the other ads.

Other comments about what’s in #1. In principle, you could remark on ManShaped Pouch, Temperature Regulating, Comfy Bamboo Fabric, or Bulge Enhancing. Or on The last … you’ll ever need. On FB:

AZ (on the pouch): On a more substantive level, I wouldn’t want a jockstrap with a pouch that wasn’t manshaped.

Chris Waigl (on the bulge): But, but, a rhino-like bulge?

CW (on The last…): I always get a little nervous when something is advertised as “the last X you’ll ever need”. My mind goes right to “is it supposed to kill the user?

AZ (in reply to CW): I think the suggestion is that this jock will never lose its elasticity. That would be genuinely remarkable. If you actually use a normal jockstrap regularly for sports or exercise, the elastic is going to degrade; classic Bike jockstraps had, in fact, rather short elasticity lives.

About the company. “From the “About Us” page on the company’s home page:

TBô is the world’s first DirectByConsumer brand.

We are a fast-growing start-up that was born in Zurich, Switzerland, and now sells products to more than 120 countries worldwide through our direct digital channels merging consumer-driven big data, collaborative creation tech, and e-commerce.

… Traditionally, fast-fashion retailers and designers are the ones to tell you what to wear & when. Those days are gone.

As a TBô Tribe member, you are given the ultimate freedom to be part of the process that allows you to choose what your bodywear looks and feels like.

Yes, another Swiss company, and with a scheme to enlist the users in helping to design the company’s products.

The name of the company is a mystery to me (and there seems to be nothing about it on the company’s site, so far as I can tell). The T is presumably pronounced like the name of the letter T in German or French (roughly [te]). The Bô doesn’t look German at all — no circumflex accent in native German spellings — and is somewhat odd for French, with ô at the end of a word. Perhaps the circumflex is merely ornamental. In any case, it’s likely that TBô is intended to stand for something, but what I don’t know.

The company’s ads are primarily for briefs, boxer briefs, and trunks, and all of those (but not, so far as I can tell, jockstraps or thongs) are illustrated on the website. Limited edition briefs are offered for on-line ordering in an amazing range of handsome colors: mint green, Carnaval yellow, dark burgundy, Rudolph (green with red pouch!), ballsy [hot] pink, sky blue, snow lilac.

Bonus. Since I hadn’t a clue about how to say ‘jockstrap’ in German, I went to the dict.cc English-German Dictionary and extracted these possibilities:

Genitalschutz {m} sports
Suspensorium {n} cloth.
Sackschutz {m} [ugs. für: Genitalschutz, Hodenschutz] cloth.
Jockstrap {m} cloth.
Herrenjock {m} cloth.
Sackhalter {m} [ugs.] cloth.
Ballschutz {m} [Hodenschutz, Suspensorium] cloth.
Tiefschutz {m} sports

Notes:
[ugs.] = umgangssprachlich ‘colloquial’
Hoden / Sacke ‘testicles’
Schutz ‘protection’

Of course, beyond the hint offered by [ugs.] or its lack, I don’t know anything about the contexts in which you might choose one or another of these.

Today’s mailing from the Daily Jocks company (wth a “VIP sale”, offering $25 off when you spend $75) has a model projecting a strongly macho, and highly sexualized, identity while wearing a PUMP! pink space candy underwear: faggy light pink in color, with a cute “space candy” patch on the pouch:

(#1)

A slim-waisted muscle-hunk, with a hairy chest, notable abs, macho facial hair and haircut, and a ton of tats. Situated in his workshop. Meanwhile, he’s staring intently at the viewer, challenging them with a cock tease — the jock pulled down just to the top of his public hair — and a penis clearly outlined in that jock. He’s hot, and he’s sexually on offer.

(Note: this is the character the model is performing; many underwear models are adept at assuming a character that will appeal to men who have sex with men or fantasize about doing so. Of the model himself, I know nothing, beyond that he’s chosen to wear a wedding ring, though he might be married to someone of either sex.)

Focusing on the jockstrap. In a close-up:

(#2)

The pouch is pretty in pink, and playful with its space candy patch on the pouch. Delightfully faggy (in a celebratory rather than pejorative sense): campy in tone and  flaunting “feminine” pinkness.

Earlier on this blog.

— from my 8/14/18 posting “Butch fagginess”:

[Barcode Berlin]’s crop tees display attractive midriffs, and the models project muscular masculinity — solidly butch — but the tees also convey sociosexual messages in teasing and boastful ways that echo the open banter of queer men amongst themselves, acting faggy: faggy minus fem(me), butch fagginess).

— from my 10/14/19 posting “Space Candy”:

a pink jockstrap nicely combines max-macho in the underwear world with high-faggy in color symbolism

— in my 10/16/19 posting “Adventures in homomasculinity: the pink jock”, an extended riff on pink jockstraps

(Very much about men’s bodies as sexual objects, so clearly not for everyone.)

Today’s Daily Jocks sale ad, carefully posed and quite steamily direct, also with an anatomical feature I don’t recall having seen in real life: a blood vessel running down the outside of the model’s leg, quite prominently visible on the surface of his leg (presumably because the model has so little bodyfat to conceal it):

The sexual essence of a jockstrap. As a vehicle for sexual display (rather than as a functional garment for support and protection during exercise and sports), a jockstrap highlights the two foci of gay male desire: the penis (pushed forward in its protective pouch) and the anus (within the buttocks, which are open for inspection).

As it happens, the DJ model seems to be wearing not a jockstrap (with its two side straps attached to the waistband, going under the crotch, and attaching to the pouch), but a thong (with a single strap attached to the back of the waistband, going under the crotch, and attaching to the pouch), with even more of the wearer’s body visible — or a strapless jock (with the pouch held in place entirely by elastic). In any case, no side straps. (I have never worn a strapless jock, but I’m inclined to view them entirely as vehicles for sexual display, rather than as useful support during physical exertion — or simply as minimal underwear.)

The DJ photo shows off the model’s lower body, focusing on, going from left to rght: his pouch, that blood vessel, and his very ample buttocks. (Incidentally, also his large flat feet — pretty much the only thing I share physically with the model.)

Everyday anatomy. I tried to discover what blood bessel that was, only to run aground on the relentless technicality of Wikipedia’s treatment of anatomy. There’s nothing for questions about “everyday anatomy”, asking what easily visible or palpable features of our bodies are called (and what their functions are).

This is a general defect in Wikipedia, which tends to treat fully technical discussions of domains as the only valid ones, consequently often providing no introductory material that would answer Wikipedia users’ everyday questions. This is a defect I’ve noticed in some of the entries on plants, in which sections on identification and the roles of the plants in everyday life tend to be eliminated over time in favor of essays on plant classification based on genetics — the real stuff.

So I still don’t know what that blood vessel is, nor have I found any photos of people with such a visible one.

[Or it’s not a blood vessel at all; see Ellen Kaisse’s comments below, with a much better account of what we see in the ad.]

(Fit young men wearing nothing but scraps of the American flag pattern, so not for those who are modest about displays of the male body or offended by casual disregard for the flag, but there’s nothing actually raunchy here.)

In the great avalanche of underwear ads that’s been rolling over my Facebook — wretched excess, even for someone with my tastes — there came, this morning, this arresting JockStraps.com ad offering a JOR US flag bikini jockstrap (which looks like a (mini-)brief from the front) — plus one of the model’s armpits):

(#

with his package
firmly and proudly
supported by the
Stars and Stripes, he

confidently enters the
carnal melee of the
Presidents Day
sexual marketplace

(You know how they get on the holidays. That’s February 15th this year.)

Another entrant, from ABC Underwear: the Neptio brand American flag jockstrap (in a more traditional style, with black waistband and straps):

(#2)

Other sources have American flag boxers, thongs, g-strings, swimsuits, shorts, and singlets. Everything for the patriotic and body-proud.

For instance, from my 5/30/17 posting “Flagging America”, this N2N US flag swimsuit (and another armpit):

(#3)

(This posting is about (real or fictive) sexual encounters between men, sometimes discussed in street language, so it’s not for kids or the sexually modest.)

The Daily Jocks ad from 2/15, under the header:

(#1) With the motor boat emoji (there’s a ferry emoji that might have done the job here, with a bad pun as a bonus)

The model, in what serves as nautical gear in the DJ world, with the accompanying DJ ad text:

(#2)

Unleash your nautical fantasy with 3 pieces that complete the new Code22 Naval Collection.

Horizontal stripes in white and navy blue are the basis of the brief, boxer and jockstrap made with high quality sports mesh.

[Two side notes. One, the heavy horizontal striping makes the model’s junk seem especially substantial and weighty, even though his cock is not visibly erect (as it often is in underwear ads aimed at gay men). Two, the model is displaying a carefully crafted body — and one that’s also carefully shaven, all over, for total smoothness (or, possibly, it’s been airbrushed away); one consequence of the very low body fat from that crafting is that the superficial veins of his forearms and belly stand out quite visibly, an appearance that is then not hidden by any body hair. I admit that when I see such prominent veins I worry that the model’s body fat is dangerously low. Can that be healthy?]

The portal to gay nautical fantasies is the catchphrase Hello, Sailor. From Wikipedia:

“Hello, sailor” is a sexual proposition made to a sailor, presumably by a prostitute or promiscuous woman supposing the sailor to be male and sexually frustrated after a long time at sea. [That is, sailors are taken to be intrinsically highly sexual beings.] This usage has become a camp catchphrase, implying that sailors stay away at sea so long that they cannot tell the difference between a woman and a man in drag, or a play on the common conception that many sailors are homosexual. Hello, Sailor in this usage is also the title of several books, including one by Eric Idle and another about gay life in the British merchant navy, as well as a 2007 Liverpool museum exhibit about gay sailors. The British comedy act Monty Python, which includes Eric Idle, also made use of the phrase in several of their sketches.

On the other side of the portal is a sea of nautical queerdom, cruising under the Hello, Sailor flag.

[The result of this history is that “Hello, sailor” is now associated with a sexually tinged greeting from one man to another: perhaps plainly the opening of an offer to engage in sex, now, with the addressee, in fact in hard-core sex (sodomy, anal intercourse, fucking) rather than more everyday sex (fellatio, cock-sucking), with the default understanding being that the man making the offer will be the receptive partner, and the sailor the insertive one. Short-cutting all the indirection that’s possible in this exchange, “Hello, sailor” canonically  conveys “Please fuck me”.

All of this is potentially variable, of course. The addressee need not be a sailor, but only a hot guy the speaker is playfully treating as one. The exchange might be only flirting, offering a compliment to the addressee (“You’re hot, buddy”). It might be exploring the possibility of a future sexual encounter, rather than something more urgent. The physical setting of the encounter, or the tastes of the participants, might mean that it’s cock-sucking rather than fucking that’s on the table. (Giving a sailor a quick blow job — no names, no affection, little foreplay, just  the blow job, man — in a dangerously semi-public place, in the near dark, is something of a gay cliché-tale.) And the sailor might be taking cock rather than giving it. Lots of real-life encounters are not the canonical ones.]

The t-shirts. A ton of tees, represented here by the two winners of a t-shirt contest on the 99designs site (which matches designers with clients who have ideas about designs they would like to have realized), on the theme Hello Sailor – Looking for Seamen, Searching for Love:

(#3)

(#4)

Yes, the seamen / semen pun is going to be unavoidable. Few can resist it. Even I riddle: Q: How are seamen like semen? A: They’re both salty.

Catch of the day in #4 is, however, a relatively fresh pun, taking advantage of an ambiguity in catch. From NOAD:

noun catch: … [b] an amount of fish caught: a record catch of 6.9 billion pounds of fish. [c] [in singular] informal a person considered attractive, successful, or prestigious and so desirable as a partner or spouse [or, to be frank about it, lover or trick]: I mistakenly thought he would be a good catch.

The crowd roared their hello-sailors as these hunks in their naval-pattern swimwear (cf. #2) sailed past in a Gay Pride Sitges parade (in The Gay Village on the seafront of Sitges, Spain (about 35 km / 22 mi southwest of Barcelona, in Catalonia), usually early in June):

(#5)

Said the soldier to the sailor. This Tom of Finland 1986 drawing (gouache on paper) seems to be untitled, but obviously it should have the soldier rasping throatily “Well, hello, sailor!”:

(#6) An encounter in the hypermasculine, sex-drenched world of Tom of Finland

Said the lad to the sailor. A hello-sailor welcome to the world of the artists Pierre & Gilles, sealed with a kiss:

(#7) Note la marinière, the cotton long-sleeved shirt with horizontal blue and white stripes; characteristically worn by seamen in the French Navy, it has become a common part of the stereotypical image of a French person (and recall the use of the naval stripes  in underwear, above)

Sailors are so central in the world of Pierre et Gilles that they assembled an entire book on a nautical theme, Pierre et Gilles: Sailors & Sea (2005). The beginning of the publisher’s lengthy, extravagant blurb (it sounds like something P&G wrote themselves, then had translated into English):

An unbridled celebration of a life beyond guilt and expiation [interpretation: they’re prepared to show pretty much anything about gay male sexuality, believing that casting it all as high camp removes the stain and sting of dirtiness]

As sweet as raspberry ripple, as tempting as popcorn. Welcome to the seductive pictures of Pierre et Gilles. Again and again they show people in kitschy scenarios against a background of flowers and hearts.

You might think that the campy world of P&G is far from the raw transgressive carnality of ToF (in Tom’s world, if the guys aren’t fucking in front of us, they’re probably thinking about it), but P&G collaborate with the outrageous fashion designer and fragrance purveyor Jean Paul Gaultier, who’s also sailor-obsessed — there are tons of sailors in his advertising — but enthusiastically embraces the association between sailors and sodomy.

Hello, sailor, you smell fantastic; fuck me. In my 9/7/20 posting “Le Male, the men’s fragrance” (which comes with an entirely relevant section on sailors and sodomy), this ad for the fragrance:

(#8) Le Male, the scent of a man, playfully presented as provoking sexual desire for the man who wears it; and note, again, la marinière, a regular feature of Gaultier’s advertising (some examples in my posting)

Two significant allusions in this ad (both entirely intentional, both employing campy puns): to James Montgomery Flagg’s 1917 poster recruiting soldiers for both World War I and World War II, with his Uncle Sam figure pointing his finger at the viewer and declaring “I Want YOU” or “Uncle Sam Wants YOU” (for military service); and to the Village People’s 1979 song “In the Navy”.

— wanting. The recruiting poster has the root sense of the verb want (which is available in a number of different argument structures), and JPG certainly wants you to buy his fragrance. But he also intends a different sense, from NOAD:

verb want: … [d] desire (someone) sexually: I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.

Of course, we understand that the ad is probably not suggesting that Gaultier himself desires you sexually — maybe that the model in the ad does (in some fictive world in which the model is a character), but, much more likely, that any man  will desire you if you wear Le Male, you will be a fuckin’ sex magnet, you will become the intended recipient of this message:

(#9)

— in the Navy. Once you realize that the allusion is to the Village People song, you realize that the function of the Navy in it is to supply sailors for other men to have sex with, just as the function of the YMCA in “Y.M.C.A.” is to provide an easily available location for men to have sex with one another. The thing is that, although the Village People are a wildly camp act, the words of their songs steer clear of obvious double entendres — to such an extent that the songs have been considered as advertising tools for the Navy and the YMCA, respectively (a fact I continue to find astonishing).

From Wikipedia:

“In the Navy” is a song by the American disco group Village People. It was released [in 1979] as the first single from their fourth studio album Go West.

… After the enormous commercial success of their 1978 hit “Y.M.C.A.” which unexpectedly became the unofficial hymn and powerful advertising tool for the YMCA, the group took on another national institution, the United States Navy. The Navy contacted group manager Henri Belolo to use the song in a recruiting advertising campaign for television and radio. Belolo gave the rights for free on the condition that the Navy help them shoot the music video. Less than a month later, the Village group arrived at Naval Base San Diego where the Navy provided them with access to film on the deck of the berthed frigate USS Reasoner; in the end, the Navy did not use the video, choosing to remain with the traditional “Anchors Aweigh”.

Excerpts from the text:

Come on and join your fellow man
In the navy
Come on people and make a stand
In the navy, in the navy, in the navy, oh

They want you, they want you
They want you as a new recruit

If you like adventure, don’t you wait to enter
The recruiting office fast
Don’t you hesitate, there is no need to wait
They’re signing up new seamen fast

(even the seamen doesn’t sound out of place.)

Hello, sailor, in print. Over on the Goodreads site, a contributor has assembled a list of 116 items in the category “best gay romance featuring pirates, sailors or nautical themes” (romance in this context is understood very broadly; it looks like anything with sexual or affectional content counts as a romance). A few of the items seem to be sheer exercises in outrageous  language and action, not sustainable for any length (in fact, they all seem to be short Kindle books).

For example:

There’s Seamen on the Poop-Deck! (The Seamen Sexology #1) by François le Foutre (Kindle edition, 34 pp., published 5/19/15 by DaDo Publishing)

In Book 1 of The Seamen Sexology, Rear Admiral François le Foutre [Francis / Frank / Frenchy the Fuck] is come upon by his arch-nemesis and part-time lover, Captain Cocksmith Standish. Cocksmith and his men come all over the Raging Queen, take all of François’ seamen, and store them in the fo’c’sle with no hope of escape.

Don’t think I could manage 34 pages of this sort of thing. But to each their own tolerances.

(Hunky men performing suggestively in remarkable underwear, with a caption alluding to sex between men, so probably inadvisable for kids and the sexually modest.)

In an ad for a Daily Jocks late February sale, the model does a cock tease in his extraordinary golden shorts (DJX Liquid Shorts in gold, from the Circuit collection), with this ad copy:

Our ever popular Circuit Shorts, now available in metallic gold!

Stand out from the crowd in these unique liquid metal effect shorts, made from a premium foil-print fabric.

Featuring a secret pocket built into the waistband, perfect for storing your party essentials in. Also includes a drawcord at the waist for optimum fit. These shorts are designed to be form-fitting but still comfortable, with a light stretch in the fabric.

The ad’s image, with a caption of my own devising:

(#1)

Golden Boy does a cock tease

looking for a hot trick in his
golden Circuit Liquid Shorts,
GB pulled down a corner,
teasing his prey with a peek at the
black jock underneath, hinting at the
male gold waiting inside to be
handled and mouthed

From the DJX catalogue, a less lubricious display of the remarkable shorts, on an ordinary-guy model (displaying a notable moose-knuckle, however, and wearing a black harness, so it’s not your everyday presentation of self):

(#2)

(A right-at-the-line Daily Jocks ad today, with text that takes it over the line for kids and the sexually modest.)

The ad copy from Daily Jocks:

NEW DJX CIRCUIT
Step up your party look with the reimagined black circuit look.
Pair matching Jockstrap, Harness & Shorts.

(The name of the DJX Circuit Collection is a reference to gay circuit parties — on which, see below.)

The image is of Golden Boy (from a 2/27 posting) — hyper-masculine, with a hairy, sweaty, oiled, gold-toasted body — here with a hand in his jockstrap, and posed against a golden car.

My title for the composition:

Fired up for the grand finale,
Golden Boy jams a hand in his jockstrap

To which I’ve added a salacious caption:

(#1)

icon of the Gold Party in
Firetown Springs, GB
dances high and hard,
climaxes by
fucking his
Goldsmobile

GB’s previous appearance on this blog, in my 2/27/21 posting “Golden Boy does a cock tease”, with this image of him in his Liquid Shorts in gold:

(#2)

Allusions in the caption to #1: the name Firetown Springs is a mashup of the names of three gay holiday enclaves (Fire Island (NY), Provincetown (MA), and Palm Springs (CA)); Goldsmobile is a play on the automobile brand Oldsmobile (discontinued in 2004); high and hard is an allusion to drugs and sex at gay circuit parties; Gold Party is the name of an invented circuit party, on the model of the White Party (Palm Springs), the Black Party (NYC), the Red Party (Columbus OH), the Black & Blue Festival (Montreal), and the Purple Party (Dallas).

Circuit parties.From my 6/22/10 posting “Rivers of Babylon”:

[There have been] gay-themed “circuit parties” for over 25 years, [many] of them with color names.

… A circuit party is a one-day main event involving intense dancing for 24 hours, with accompanying sex, drinking, and (often) drugs, plus preceding events and following ones. Almost all of the participants (up to 20,000 of them at a really big party) are young gay men, many of them shirtless (or in underwear, or naked) most of the time.

More details in Wikipedia.

A hand in his jockstrap. In #1.  My 10/5/19 posting “A man, his hands, his pants” examines one hand (or sometimes two) in pants or underwear as a sexual gesture, often clearly fondling the man’s genitals (but on other occasions with non-sexual aims).