As a teenager we’ve all had that locker room moment where we realize not all men are created equal. I quickly learned above average gets you noticed in a good way and relish the memory of being in that gang shower with the other boys knowing they were either admiring what they saw or jealous of what the didn’t have. I never bothered to wrap a towel around me as I walked back to my gym locker, just a confident stroll chatting it up with the other jocks occasionally letting my eyes wander to see who was getting an eye full of my cock as it swung. I never realized that this playful exhibitionism would someday begin a company dedicated to those individuals who enjoyed “showing off the goods”
Always a fan of Thongs I wore them daily under my clothing and while at home never more than a G-string or thong to the surprise of more that one delivery man or peddler. The shock value was a big turn on and while sometime met with distain, most would get and eyeful, smile and comment on my choice of underwear. I traveled to my first nude beach in the late 70’s and found the freedom of socializing all day “au natural” very intoxicating. I soon added a simple cockring to the mix after noticing other men privately, but deliberately showing a nice hardon to those considered safe in doing so. Cockrings too became a daily companion under swimwear or clothing giving me a bigger bulge that most, and the attention any well hung man deserves.
There were drawbacks to these rings and tight skimpy garments, the ring often became too tight forcing me to remove it. Removing it was next to impossible with any sort of hardon and larger rings would slide down demanding my attention to pull them back into place. Suntan oil proved to be just as annoying making even my best ring start to slide over time. I had a leather piece called a “meat tenderizer”a triangular piece of leather and a hole just so for cock and balls to spill through with leather straps to hold it in place. Great for a leather bar, but not so comfortable or practical particularly at the beach.
Years went by, with me just contenting with the ring slipping down over time and adjusting it as needed. One morning, and as usual, I was walking around the house wearing my favorite ring sporting that great morning woody. I stepped out in the garage to retrieve something and spotted a length of bungee cord used for securing loads on my truck. With somewhat of a devilish grin I sat down my coffee cup and pulled the bungee cord from the wall. I draped the center of the cord over my semi hard cock, pulling the remaining ends between my ass and up around my waist, hooking the two ends together.
Always a fan of Thongs I wore them daily under my clothing and while at home never more than a G-string or thong to the surprise of more that one delivery man or peddler. The shock value was a big turn on and while sometime met with distain, most would get and eyeful, smile and comment on my choice of underwear. I traveled to my first nude beach in the late 70’s and found the freedom of socializing all day “au natural” very intoxicating. I soon added a simple cockring to the mix after noticing other men privately, but deliberately showing a nice hardon to those considered safe in doing so. Cockrings too became a daily companion under swimwear or clothing giving me a bigger bulge that most, and the attention any well hung man deserves.
There were drawbacks to these rings and tight skimpy garments, the ring often became too tight forcing me to remove it. Removing it was next to impossible with any sort of hardon and larger rings would slide down demanding my attention to pull them back into place. Suntan oil proved to be just as annoying making even my best ring start to slide over time. I had a leather piece called a “meat tenderizer”a triangular piece of leather and a hole just so for cock and balls to spill through with leather straps to hold it in place. Great for a leather bar, but not so comfortable or practical particularly at the beach.
Years went by, with me just contenting with the ring slipping down over time and adjusting it as needed. One morning, and as usual, I was walking around the house wearing my favorite ring sporting that great morning woody. I stepped out in the garage to retrieve something and spotted a length of bungee cord used for securing loads on my truck. With somewhat of a devilish grin I sat down my coffee cup and pulled the bungee cord from the wall. I draped the center of the cord over my semi hard cock, pulling the remaining ends between my ass and up around my waist, hooking the two ends together.
A perfect fit! My cock began to swell to enormous size and with the ring still on I carried my coffee and marvelous erection back inside. I wend straight to the bathroom grabbed my favorite lube and had a fantastic jackoff session that spewed cum all over the mirror I was standing in front of . After my head stopped reeling from the monumental gushing I wrangled myself out of the rig and retreated to the shower. Ideas began to whirl in my head and later that afternoon, I strapped the cord back on to test if the cockring or the cord alone had given me such a rush. To my delight, it was only the cord pressing down on the base of my cock that cause the immediate erection, so it appeared you did not need something encircling and choking your cock and balls for this type of self indulgent.
I knew I was onto something, but had some obstacles to overcome. These hooks have to go, this cord is kind of rough, how to join the ends? The days and weeks that followed were filled with experimentation that while a bit frustrating, consistently provided the same effect, a thong that had the same reaction as a cockring only better. After much research and design attempts I had a suitable design that I wanted to let another guy test. I put together a dozen of my new invention and headed downtown to gay owned swimwear shop. This place was pretty cool, a wide selection of sexy men’s underwear and swimwear always filled with guys trying on these creations looking to win the approval of their partner, other patrons or the owner himself. I was a regular customer and had purchased many items and had my share of fun with the open dressing room arrangement the store provided. I recall wearing my best lycra bike shorts, tank top and of course the newly named “BunnG” underneath as I walking into the store. I approached the owner in the back of the store and I guess he couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulge I was sporting. “Nice outfit” he remarked, “looking hot” the guy he was assisting said. Thanks, I’ve got something you may be interested in. “We see it already!” He stated, the laughter broke the tension between the three of us.
I pulled the BunnG samples from the bag I had them in and showed them to him. “What the fuck is that?” I call it the BunnG! Feels great… wanna see? I smirked. Us three were the only ones there as is was just after he opened for the day, pulling my shorts down and off my feet I’m now standing cock outstretched in front of one of those mirrors that let you see front and back of what your wearing. Wow, now that some gear you have there, the patron I had seen there many times eyes bugged out and before I could turn around once he was on his knees delivering a blow job like I was the last man on earth. Jack when and locked the front door and masturbated while this guy deep throated me. I could do nothing more than enjoy the impromptu sucking this guy was dishing out. I finally erupted in his mouth as he swallowed every drop then turned on Jack and suck him dry as well. One might say I was off to a good start.
It was some afternoon as we selected various patrons to try the BunnG validating it’s effectiveness on all that tried it. Myself, or Jack would assist each one in the proper way to adjust the BunnG for maximum effect and remark on the outstanding hardon each had. Some had to take things into their own hands right way, others left wearing their new purchase. Jack ordered 6 dozen of each size and color on the spot, and was the first to carry the BunnG in his store. I was in business overnight and had no idea what I was getting into. How was I going to produce this in mass for public consumption? I had more questions than answers. I remembered a line from an old movie “Build it and they will come” or in my case “cum”.
“G-Whiz Novelty Company” is quite literally a homegrown business. We’ve worked out production problems (the process is our secrete) and expanded the line to include the BunnG Sling and various other accessories or “man toys” as we call them. We sell to the public and offer distributorships for retail and online businesses. We’re in hope of landing in Adult Films (straight and gay) to help promote the BunnG and are pursuing medical trials to move the BunnG into mainstream as a solution for impotence. I like to think, “it’s my gift to mankind”. What the heck more silly things have made it.
