Wear a pair of jeans, and it is more comfortable if you are also wearing a pair of jocks. There isn't the problem of one ball getting wedged down one leg, with the other squished into a corner. A problem that a codpiece, that delightful addition to a gentleman's wardrobe in 16th century Europe, solved so efficiently. It gave plenty of support, and it looked quite cool at the same time.

Traditional Scots don't wear genital constricting trousers, and therefore don't need to wear underwear under their kilts. It is very comfortable without, thank you very much. And it is a whole lot cheaper. A sporran firmly in place over the kilted family jewels keeps any unseemly movement well concealed from curious eyes.

Where did this idea of underwear originally come from? In cold climates our ancestors needed umpteen layers of furs and skins and twigs to keep snug and warm. So they wore lots of underwear, but nothing specifically designed to prop up their balls.

In warmer climates our pre-Westernised ancestors wore loincloths, and very little else. The Egyptian pharaoh, Tutankhamen, was entombed with his collection of 145 loincloths to see him through his after-life. Whilst alive, King Tut could have worn a loincloth under his royal robes, but it is more likely that he wore his loincloths as outerwear on more informal occasions, lolling beside the Nile, eating grapes and eyeing serving lads and palm frond wavers.

Walk around The Factory, and despite what your mother taught you, underwear feels unnatural and unnecessary. But then, the main reason you are at The Factory is because you are looking for a little cock-arousing sexual fun, so underwear would just get in the way.

If you see a hot guy at The Factory, what better way to say 'I'm available', than by giving him that look and showing him your cock? To make the point, give it a tug or a stroke, and if it gets a little hard, so much the better. Not subtle, sure, but it works in the most primitive of ways. If he's not interested, what will he do? Look away and casually conceal his own cock with a hand or a raised thigh, which will simply mean 'no thanks'.

Primitive man wore a loincloth for much the same reason, not to protect his wobbling willy from thorns and spider bites, but as a way of saying 'I'm not available sexually'. That's what modesty is all about, then and now. Feeling frisky, he would lose the covering, exposing a hopeful dick, and the message would be clear.; "I'm in the mood to play, boys!"

In Victorian days of prudery the body was concealed and mysterious. Even the word 'trousers' was thought to be indelicate because it might conjure up the image of bare male legs, and any undergarment acquired erotic properties. Much of the resulting psychology of underwear as a fetish remains with us today.

The well-dressed Victorian man would wear a body hugging 'union suit' which could have been a second skin. A full-length knitted fabric outfit full of buttons and gussets from ankle and wrist to throat, a 'union suit' was always illustrated without a hint of a manly bulge to the groin. Victorian men didn't appear to have dicks and so presumably their 'union suits' weren' t worn to support their genitalia; but to make them invisible. Could they have said 'I'm not sexually available' any more forcefully?

It wasn't until the 19th of January 1935, that anything like the underwear we now wear was introduced. That was the day the Jockey brief with the patented Y-front, was introduced to the men-folk of Chicago in a Marshall Field & Co shop window. This was also the day of the worst blizzard of the winter, and the store management thought it was crazy to display skimpy underwear in such weather conditions, and ordered the display removed. But before it could be taken down, they had already sold 600 pairs of Jockeys that day, and a new body hugging fashion craze was born. To the distress of left-handed men, the Y was arranged for easy access only for the right hand, so Jockey soon had to introduce a left-handed version.

You thought those expensive Calvin Klein jocks make you look so desirable? If you really want to be noticed, don't do the Victorian modesty thing and mince around in your underwear. Your long dead ancestors would have lost their loincloths if they wanted to get laid. Get back to your primitive roots, go to The Factory, and do the same by dropping those jocks. You'll soon get laid.