Appendage revealed

Heres one for the club, something that has been on my mind for quite a while.

I didn’t mean for this to be long (pun not intended), so theres a TL;DR at the end


A couple years ago I had a slightly embarrassing situation whereby I was talking to women and I noticed her staring at my trouser region, when I looked down I realised that my fella was visible through my trousers, hanging to the right and nothing was left to the imagination. We both went quiet, she saw it, I saw it, she saw that I saw it that she saw it etc. etc. (Btw I wasn’t on a horn or anything, the girl was actually quite unsightly and had a BF, I thought id make conversation to be gentlemen like). A strike to my confidence was struck nonetheless and I would need to find out how this happened in order to prevent future occurrence.

The next day I found myself performing different manoeuvres in front of the mirror to see if my lad would reveal himself again. Going from sitting to standing, walking on the spot, bending over, squat thrusts. But nothing was made visible. I Put the embarrassing incident down as a 1 in a million, a rupture in the space time continuum that caused a chain reaction resulting in my dick jumping from a vertical to a horizontal position within the confine of my trousers.

Alas, after returning home from a trip, I felt myself taking to the left. After further viewing in the mirror, it was back. My manhood was there for the world to see. Not very obvious, but visible to those who looked for it. I needed a solution.

At first I thought the trousers were the issue, since I always felt there was never enough room in there. Don’t get me wrong, I’m as average as average can be, but who doesn’t like having extra crotch space? Anyway, I went and bought myself 2 pairs of trousers that had extra carriage space, I found that crotch space was the equivalent to the length of the trousers, so the 2 pairs were an extra 2 inches longer then my actual size. I turned the end up to prevent them dragging along the ground and took them on a test drive. Results were good, but not good enough. After extended walking my manhood would drift toward the left/right, unbeknown to me. Not as obvious as before but still enough to rattle the self conscience.

My attention was brought to my boxers. I needed better support to prevent this swaying. I purchased some supportive underwear, briefs essentially but without much in the leg. They were basically womens knickers, for Men, Or so Pennies would make me believe. I swallowed the little bit of pride, purchased and brought them home for a test flight. They were far from my kind of under garment, having my testicles lift and separate is not something I wanted to achieve. But! They worked. My Johnson stayed in a perfectly vertical stance and I rejoiced….. for a few weeks….

After wearing the new underwear for a few weeks and after several washes, the support structure of the underwear that was holding my bratwurst in place were beginning to fail. They had become stretched to the point where my trouser snake had free reign over his kingdom once more and stick the left or right depending on his mood or whatever dance routine he was practicing that day. The combination of extra long trousers and supportive underwear had made it less of an issue, but an issue nonetheless. Actually the supportive underwear had made it more embarrassing, despite becoming stretched, they would still crush and shrivel my schlong so that any piece of me that was made visible would paint me in a very small light.
A good description of the phenomenon – You know when your outside, it pisses down rain, you get soaked, its freezing cold, you get home and need to take a piss first before changing, you arrive at the toilet and instead of whipping out the widowmaker it looks more like a geriatric snail? Well there ya go.

I became depressed, there seemed to be no solution, It looked like a complete castration maybe the only way. Later that night I was in the pub with a few mates, the problem still running through my head. I wondered if others are the same as me? But hell im not going ask my companions about this conundrum. So I used some optical subterfuge and peered at the ding dongs of the patrons around the pub, I noticed that most individuals looked as though they could have been ken dolls, but there was some of those who had their baby makers decipherable through their garments, including my mate who was chatting up some lady at the time. I once again rejoiced, I am not alone.

To this day I still feel a tiny bit self conscience, and make some fine tuning adjustments before stepping out. I haven’t really had embarrassing situations, if my lad reveals himself, ill fix my trousers in public and won’t feel bad about the surrounding company, even if it is a women im talking to. I have gone for the middle ground of underwear – the slip brief, which are a cross between boxers and briefs. I still like to purchase trousers with generous amounts of luggage space for the twins, but that’s just a comfort thing now.

TL;DR: You can sometimes see my dick through my trousers, how bout u?