Here's one for ya. True story: I'm a bagpiper by trade and I wear a kilt to work every day. If you're Scottish, which I am, and kilted, you're never supposed to wear undergear beneath it... ever. It's considered unmanly. To this day I deny wearing "panties" if I'm asked -- we all do. but the truth is my cock hangs 8" soft, with big low-hangers to go with it and if I get excited it can grow much, much larger -- so I've secretly worn a supporter under my kit since the beginning. This night, eight of us are playing a wedding and I'm the last to come down a long flight of outdoor stone steps as I play. A strong gust of wind hits the stairs and the front of my kilt flies straight up, completely exposing my bulging bikini underpants which - as if that wasn't bad enough, were white and had a very low-slung, nearly see-through mesh pouch for my big tackle. Everything -- my underwear and the obvious reason for them --all revealed in one gust of wind for the entire wedding to see. It was completely humiliating -- even my own best friend didn't know that I wore a supporter under my kilt until that gig. And to this day, I get serious grief from him and my other co-workers for giving Scotsmen everywhere a bad name. Of course, I also gave Scotsmen everywhere a good name -- I even got two or three phone numbers that night from the guests (including one bloke who turned beet red when he introduced himself)
cheers, m8s.