I was never much of a traveler, and I must confess that I was in my thirties the first time I even went on a plane. That seems weird, given how many people travel abroad these days. Still, I never had the time, inclination, or money to go on those expensive overseas holidays that many of my generation do. I have met many people who have even lived abroad for a few years, working and traveling, and generally enjoying their lives.

That’s not to say I just stayed at home and moped about. I always had this ‘thing’ that I wanted to see in my own country before I went overseas. I live in the USA, a vast continent with various landscapes and climates to explore. I could go on like a tourist ad describing the beauty of this land, but I don’t want to bore you. I must say that I love living in the USA, despite its faults.

The sad thing (and I suppose this probably happens in all nations) is that many Americans haven’t even seen what this land has to offer, choosing to spend their holidays abroad rather than locally. However, I achieved my goal and traveled around my country by car, seeing everything close and personal. That’s why I can speak with some authority on the subject.

I worked in LA as an IT technician at a large company. My family lived in Miami, virtually on the other side of the country. Therefore, I would have to fly to see them for Christmas or special occasions. I had to fly for the first time, which was cool because, as I mentioned, I had never had to before.

I was always self-conscious about my penis size (or lack thereof) and confessed I have a tiny dick, reaching a small three inches when erect (on a good day). When it was soft, it was buried in my pubic mound, and my nuts weren’t that big either. Therefore, I was always worried that I had a noticeable lack of a bulge in my pants. I had begun to experiment with stuffing my underpants to see if I could simulate the appearance of someone with an average-sized penis. I wasn’t trying to look like I had a huge cock as that would be too obvious.

I just wanted to blend into the crowd, and if someone glanced at my groin, I would look like what they’d expect to see. That was my plan anyway, so I began stuffing my pants with a sock. Eventually, I discovered that if I folded a sock a certain way, I could conceal it down the front of my underpants, and it made me look like an average guy. The only problem was that the sock moved around during the day, so I used a large safety pin to hold it in place.

It worked a treat. Honestly, I always wore those socks, and no one even noticed. I also found that people treated me differently, which may have improved my self-confidence. I was more cheerful and open, so people responded to me in a different way. I’m not sure, but it was a great experiment for me at the time. I don’t care anymore, as I am proud of my tiny dick. I don’t stuff anymore.

Also, I wasn’t doing this to try to pick up, like those men who stuff in a nightclub to make it appear they have huge cocks. I was doing this to look at what I thought was normal in my everyday life. So, I’m working in LA, and as events unfold, I’m forced to return home quickly. For the first time, I have to fly on a big plane across the USA to get home as fast as possible. I was looking forward to the flight because it was a new experience, so I packed and left for the airport, checked in, and followed the usual routine of an air traveler.

When I checked in and dropped my luggage off, I walked toward the waiting area. Still, everyone else had to go through the security checks before entering. I stood before the metal detector and placed any metal items I had on me into a tray, along with my backpack, wallet, keys, and so on, and then proceeded through the metal detector.

It went off.

A thickset woman in a security uniform approached me, told me to check my pockets, etc., and then had me go through the scanner again.

It went off again.

I was beside myself, as I had no idea why the scanner was going off, since I knew of no metal on me. I don’t have any metal screws in my bones or anything like that, so I didn’t understand why I was getting a reading. Then she waved that hand scanner over me, which resembled a table tennis paddle, and sure enough, it beeped.

Right at my groin.

Then it occurred to me that I had stuffed a sock in my underpants, as usual, and was using a large metal safety pin to hold it in place. I blushed bright red right then and there, which only made me look guilty.

“Sir, there’s a metal item in this region. Do you care to explain?” the female security officer asked.

“Um … I-I … it’s kinda embarrassing,” I said, glancing around.

She nodded but looked at me with narrowed eyes and a deep frown. “We can go to that room where you must show me the metal item. Otherwise, I can hold you for the ‘FBI’ to question you?”

I had read in the papers how airports across the country had tightened security since the terrorist attacks in the USA. Still, I didn’t think it would affect me for the life of me. I’m no terrorist or criminal; I’m just an everyday man. So, not wanting to bother the Police, I decided to cooperate.

“Sure, take me to the room, and I’ll show you.”

I followed her and another male officer into a room, where she scanned me again and got a beep at my groin to show the other officer why a more invasive search was necessary. He looked like he was her boss or something like that. They looked me over as if I were some thief, and I admit I felt my body tremble.

“Please drop your trousers, sir,” the male officer asked me, so I complied.

Sure enough, there was the safety pin for all to see, but worse, it was clear that it was holding something inside my underpants. As airport security guards, they immediately thought I was smuggling something inside my underwear. The male guard remained cool; no other description would be more apt.

“That pin is holding a package in place. What’s in the package?”

He stared at me coldly, making my heart suddenly race and thump in my chest. He wasn’t playing games—he was serious.

I went bright red with embarrassment, which must have made me look even guiltier.

“It’s nothing… It’s just a sock,” I said.

“Sir, I will have to order you by the Airport Security Act of 2009 authority that you remove your underpants immediately, as I believe you are carrying a prohibitive substance on your person. If you do not wish to comply with my request, the ‘FBI’ will be called to continue this investigation,” he said in that stern cop voice you hear in TV shows in similar situations.

The way they looked at me scared the shit out of me. So, now I was scared out of my wits, on top of being extremely embarrassed. What could I do? At least if I can get it done, I can still make my flight. So begrudgingly, I pulled my underpants down and took them off. The female security officer guffawed at the sight of me, but then held herself in check.

However, they both stared at my groin so intensely. I said in annoyance, “Why don’t you take a picture? It lasts longer.”

You see, I’m a chubby man, so when I’m soft, my fat pubic mound swallows my cock, leaving nothing but a small hole with my nuts under it. It’s quite a sight. I also keep the area shaved bald, highlighting it even more.

Then he said, “Sir, please give me your underpants.”

I handed them to him (he was wearing those blue rubber gloves), and he removed the safety pin and unfurled the sock, expecting god knows what to be inside it. Drugs, I thought. The female guard never stopped looking at my dick the whole time after he had turned the sock inside out and found nothing sinister hidden within, but some lint. He looked at me, confused.

“Sir, why are you traveling with a sock in your underpants?”

“Um… To make me appear… (I looked down at my exposed nuts and back up at him)… b-bigger … you know?” I stammered in absolute shame.

“Bigger?” the male officer said, not quite getting it yet.

“Yeah, Fred, he means he stuffs a sock in his underpants to make it look like he has a big dick, or maybe in his case, to look like he has a dick,” the female officer said, not hiding her amusement anymore.

The male officer became a bit embarrassed and threw the sock and the underpants at me. “You can get dressed now, but I’m afraid you cannot keep this pin.”

He held it up to me. I just nodded. I didn’t need to be told twice, so I put my clothes back on and then stuffed the sock in my pocket. When I was dressed, they thanked me for my cooperation and sternly advised me not to do it again (use a pin in my underpants at an Airport) if I wanted to avoid the same embarrassing scenario. Lastly, I was dismissed. I walked out of the room, but I heard them burst into laughter from outside, which made my humiliation complete. I learned my lesson, that’s for sure. That was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.

 

The End.

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