The 1st time I Allowed Myself to be Seen Wearing A Jockstrap

It was supposed to finally solve the problem of my balls falling out from the leg holes of my late 1970's short shorts. It was supposed to be worn for gym class. But instead it was a humiliating, but sexy piece of male lingerie, both the way it looked & felt as I wore it. It was in my early years of high school. I have no idea what store my mom just came home from shopping in, but she said she bought me an "athletic supporter". Not sure what inspired her to do this. Did my dad suggest it ? I wasn't aware of any high school gym class rule because they never did checks nor even mention anything about having to wear one. To cradle & be snug on my genitalia, though it felt unusually good that a piece of clothing could have that kind of effect, it made me feel self conscious & embarrassed to even think of being seen with it on. I tried to minimize nude exposure to others as much as possible. My "athletic supporter" was always worn to school on gym days, under my underwear that never came off at school. I may have even also worn my gym shorts under my long dress pants as well, at least sometimes. I didn't care to look at my peers, not even out of curiosity. I just wanted to minimized my time in the locker room changing in & out of my pants, shirt & tie, and that was it. Get the hell out ASAP. May not have had the best hygiene in my high school years, I know. But that's how powerful the self-consciousness & fear of embarrassment & humiliation by practically endless ball busting peers was I didn't "discover" masturbation until relatively late, about a year after i had started wearing my "athletic supporter". Until then, I was still having nocturnal emissions once or twice a week. But during that time, I was bringing myself to erection in my jockstrap after school with no one else around. It really turned me on me sexually. When i finally started masturbating, wearing the athletic supporter & sliding it down to my knees to masturbate went "hand in hand". With that came fantasies, which I still have to this day. The vulnerability of being seen & groped, but by whom. Many of my masturbation sessions begin with me usually wearing any of my favorite jock straps, groping myself to erection, feeling it slide to my knees, feeling it on my knees as i pleasure myself, often as i imagine a middle aged woman or group of women having her/their way with me. Friday the 13th (Nov 2015) was a day that was 3 months in the making, when i actually started losing the weight i wanted to lose in order to tone down. It was around then I started thinking about my plans for this day, I began thinking that i should try to not think too much about this day that was to come. But it remained on my mind A LOT during the past few months. This was going to mean a lot to me. It may seem like such a strange thing to some to mentally get worked up about, but for reasons that may be hard to explain, or hard to comprehend for some, i WAS mentally getting all worked up about it. What a drastic change that happened since the year began. I started out this year, maintaining a secret i had kept from the world. No one ever heard about it. No one ever saw me. Therefore, no one knew, Restricted to my late at night or home alone status where no one could see. No one would know. And i would always be wearing one when i planned to masturbate the night away And now today, after so many years, someone was gonna see live, and someone was gonna know. The past year of discovering like minded people & chatting openly & honestly with them had now led up to this point. I took a vacation day from work, giving me full control of the day. I could sleep late, didn't have to worry about being late for the appointment, which was scheduled for 2:45. I'd continue to fast. Didn't want to risk having to pee, fart, or need to take a dump before or during the quick procedure. I had the whole morning for myself, and i knew what the plan was and what needed to get done. What needed to get done was to thoroughly exhaust my libido & its related physiology. And after masturbating out a few ejaculations throughout the course of the morning, i had succeeded. We needed to get through this "first time" without an erection. (worried it might cause us to be asked to gown up or if this "stunt" does not go over well, an erection may agitate the situation) Didn't bring any boxers "just in case i wanna back out". There was no backing out. i NEEDED to do this. This was going to be a liberating, likely life changing experience. I felt I had picked the appropriate first time - a professional (i.e. somewhat controlled) environment, a young female doctor, and no doubt an assistant too. Most of the assistants who work there tend to be on the not-taking-too-well-care-of-themselves side, & maybe one of them would see me first if i undressed upon command while she were in the room. Maybe she'd see me & insist i wear a gown before the doctor came in the room. The doctor would still see me wearing it underneath the gown as she examined me, but the real goal was to be examined "wearing nothing but a jockstrap". To my surprise, the assistant who came and got me from the waiting room was actually petite & kind of cute. For a moment i wondered if she would only be bringing me back to the room, or if she in fact were the assistant. When she opened the cabinet door under the counter, & grabbed a rectangular sheet that's light blue on one side & white on the other. "This is for your feet. Do you want to wear a gown?" "No. no. I'm good. I'm okay." "Ok, then everything off except your shorts & we'll be right in." I thought to myself "What shorts? - lol" Undid my shoelaces, slid off my sneakers & socks, threw off my shirt, slid off my beltless sports pants, piling everything on a chair in the corner. And there i was, alone in the room. Wearing nothing but my jockstrap. A brand new white McDavid.with a 1" waistband that was part of a 2 pack, the other of which became one of my favorite jockstraps because of the feel of the smooth yet not soft pouch, reminding me of the texture of my first ever jockstrap, only better. I made sure the waistband and the straps were all smoothly riding along my body before I sat down on the exam chair As I eagerly anticipated that knock on the door, signalling my life about to change, Private Eyes by Hall & Oates was playing. "They see your EVERY move", and after that knock on the door (which didn't come til the next song), oh they would see me alright. Finally after a few dramatic minutes, there was the knock, causing me to obliterate from my memory that next song that was playing. I maintained eye contact with the blue eyed doctor from the moment she walked in, though trying to peripherally notice if the assistant noticed me. This was it. There are these 2 people in the room with me and i am wearing nothing but a jockstrap. This is a rush. I had been thinking they might have asked me to wear a gown since my buttocks were so exposed in front of them. For the first skin cancer screening i had a year and a half ago, the assistant told me I had to wear a gown because I am a male & the doctor is a female. Whatever. But I was seated when they came in, so it wasn't so obvious with me sitting on the exam chair, & the doctor never took her eyes off mine to look down as we chatted . Maybe i should have not maintained so much eye contact to see if her eyes would wander. She started off going through my hair/head as i sat there, calling back & forth to the assistant who stood in front of the PC, updating the status of all the spots & growths she's keeping an eye on. From there, she studied my face & upper portion of my body as i watched her eyes. She then had me stand up & she stepped back to glance at me as she began to examine lower. By now, i was thinking the rest of me had to come into view by now. She announced she was going to look at my backside. This gave me the biggest rush, as i stood there on display, knowing she was looking at my entire back side, which featured my buttocks framed in straps. As i stood there, i was getting such adrenaline from the "live" effect. I'm out there in the open for the first time in my jockstrap, and I'm being examined. I know that she is examining me, looking at me, and she has to see it. There it is right in front of her. When the assistant turned around from facing the PC on the counter to throw something in the garbage, i was looking at her to see if she noticed my back side as I stood perpendicular facing the adjacent wall, & it looked like she did catch an ever so brief glimpse out of the corner of her eye. Elated by this experience, to celebrate, when I got in the car, I changed into a SafeTGard jockstrap & headed to a bike path in the woods to do a late Fall Fall foliage photo shoot (where the photo i have on this site cam from). Basically, i would shoot video with my tripod, and then edit stills later. I had 2 off white sweaters with me to alternate as a top, as I strolled down the path in 50 degree weather, searching for access to some off the path area so i could do the shoot without being seen. Once i got the camera rolling and was ready to shoot poses, i'd drop my pants & let myself be exposed in the woods as my buttocks could feel the fresh outdoor Fall air. Reminiscent of what you'd see in a catalogue, modeling sweaters &/or straps. This was an activity to build off the euphoric experience I had just encountered. Seemed like the next thing to do in the natural progression of events. And of course the ensuing late night's activity was to shower and get into my "jock balzy white". basically, a jockstrap with an opening above the pouch & below the waistband, allowing me to feel myself in the jockstrap in one hand - the pouch, the straps, the waistband - while stroking my cock in the other hand. My future sees me wearing jockstraps to every type of medical/physical exam now to build off the euphoria. And i'm guessing my future could someday include kinky interactive encounters & perhaps even public events. And more outdoor photo shoots. Suddenly, I had found a reason to lose weight. And suddenly, I began getting the most enjoyment out of my jockstrap fetish.