First Road Trip - New Neosteel

I am driving through the scenic and winding Sieg valley towards the town of Siegen to rejoin the Autobahn there for my onward travel. The weather is sunny although not yet hot, but the succession of towns and villages does not really allow for rapid driving. But on the other hand I have a pressing problem that I better not resolve in the easy sight of people looking down from upper levels of their houses into my car, and that pressure started to grow some time after I hit the road an hour ago. Now it is driving onwards hoping for the motorway to appear soon, and after while there is the significant viaduct of the Autobahn crossing the valley, and thus there are only a few more kilometres to negociate before I can enter the Autobahn and then head for the first available and convenient parking place.

Earlier this morning, after a weekend together with friends and making friends with those I did not know before, I had made my way to Malberg to pick up an item I had been measured for some six weeks before. I had opted for the sports model, and it nicely fitted on and from the start was even less uncomfortable than expected. Mr Mende had given me some tips on how to put it on and also had recommended a couple of creams to soothe the skin if necessary. Nevertheless, I felt comfortable enough, so I jumped into the deep end, the Neosteel belt stayed on and I carried an almost empty cardboard box back to my car.

The tube's entry ring is pressing on my groin, I am desperate not to have this influencing my driving style, and anyway there is no point in overtaking this lorry rolling in front of me at moderate speed as the Autobahn will come up soon. I am glad when turning left onto the access road and finally, there I am, rolling again on the Autobahn at the moderate speed of 80 mph. And after a few more minutes there is the slip road to the parking place I was waiting for so dearly. Oh my dear, there are quite some vehicles, and worse, quite some lorries or minivans with their driver's seats high up in the air so those people could easily look down into my car. Not a problem with ordinary cars as people sitting in there further down to earth and cannot see details if I have to manipulate below waist level. And I have some urgent business to do there.

I find a space with some distance to the next cars and a little more to the parking lorries. I get out of my car, as I have this key in my wallet, and I cannot get the wallet out of my pocket while seated. So out of the car, wallet out of the pocket and back into the car. Now I am looking that there are no persons walking nearby before I open the zipper. Pushing down my underwear there is slack and empty space, and then I am touching a shiny metal surface only, flat, not a bulge that one would normally expect. So I get my key ready, unlock, and loosen the front shield together with the tube from the hip belt. No parts removed, that is enough pressure relief to continue on my journey. Lock and key are put underneath the handbrake, and the zipper closed again. I have to pass the safety belt behind the front shield that is poking out a little through my trousers creating some kind of a valley there.

Did I mention that at some point a lorry passed and I had to stop and wait to spare the driver a possibly "interesting" sight of shining metal in the groin. I just managed to do so.

Well, in Malberg I was shown how to made adjustments to the belt. Mr Mende had done some first bending to the hip belt and shown me how to adjust the front shield while sitting on a hard chair and pushing onto the top of the front shield. This certainly improved the fit and took away some tightness, but that was only for a start in the understanding that some more adjustment was surely needed at later stages. So I now knew how to do it.

So I am continuing on my journey and after a while I am starting to look out for a parking with toilet facilities. Eventually it is coming up, and this spot now is less busy than the first one. I find a space with all other cars at an acceptable distance, and the lorries assigned to a different area. Lucky me, thus I can avoid prying eyes and funny looks.

Before I can leave the car for the toilet, I have to get the front shield back on again, and as the belt is not yet fully adjusted, I manage to slide the front shield onto the locking posts, but it takes me quite some fiddling to get the locking device back on. No question of walking around with a partially loose belt inside the trousers. Locked on it fits snugly and hides well inside the trousers, but with peaces dangling around it is a different story. Getting the lock engaged really costs time and pushing, but finally I am back locked in, ready to to go to the toilet.

There for obvious reasons I head for the stalls, or to be precise, the only cabin available in the men's section. There are a few things I want to try at some point but definitively not now, and for sure peeing in the belt is not on for today. So I take my jewels out of the protective casing and relieve my bladder pressure. The front shield is dangling on the cable between my legs, the waist or hip belt remains on as this does not cause any toilet problems.

I did not take the cardboard box to the toilet, I certainly feared funny looks in case I would have done so, thus the belt has to come on again. Now it is waiting: for certain body parts to relax again, for the odd visitor to the urinals to leave the room again. I do not want to have the noise of clanking metal reaching their ears. Once again putting the tube and the front shield in place creates the pressure again that bothered me earlier, and it is really an effort to get the locking pin in place again. Several times I almost succeed, but then a new person enters and I have to keep quiet until he leaves. Finally I succeed again, put on the trousers, and go outside.

Happily enough all the men in the meantime only had to pee. Lucky me.

Back at the car I discover that two ladies in their car have pulled up right next to my car, and I greet them while walking past them. I am happy they do not notice my steel underwear, but I do not dare it. I head straight for my car and do not start a chat with them. But before I loosen the front shield again, I have to drive to a different spot in the parking, I want to spare them the sight of someone fondling his groin. For me, it means another few minutes being stuck. Then only it is back to the relative comfort of the loose front shield tucked inside my trousers and my member residing in a tube loosely pressed onto my front pelvis.

Now it is more than another hour before I reach my final destination.

This is located in quite an urban area, and as I miss the last parking near the Autobahn, I have to drive around somewhat to finally find a location to lock the belt again without being indecent to other eyes. Then ultimately I have done my driving for the day, take the bags out of my car, eventually get hold of this cardboard box and head for a quiet room to change my somewhat sweaty clothes. I was driving for more than three hours on this hot and sunny summer day.

And I finally change to standard underwear for the rest of the day!

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