Some years ago when I lived in the “gay part of town” of my city, I would occasionally go running through the neighborhood wearing only shorts and no jock. I enjoyed the freedom of my boys bouncing around unrestrained, and it was a great way to meet guys. One time when I was out running in this fashion, though, a police car drove by and doubled back twice. I never decided whether the policeman inside the squad car was checking me out or considering giving some sort of citation. I stopped jogging commando, though. I do think that men, particularly those of us with heavy genitals, should be mindful of just how this looks, with all the swinging and bouncing. Although commando-style running still personally appeals to me (I prefer to free-ball anyway), I believe the display is not for every audience. Sometimes having mature judgment sure kills the fun, though. | 
