When I was younger, I wore boxer shorts when none of my friends wore boxer shorts, because my dad wore boxer shorts. I hated them, and when I was 21 and, like today, pants were tight, I suddenly became aware that I showed a bit. It was a subject I couldn't bring up with my mother, so I got out my old jockstrap from high school and wore it to my classes that day. I really liked wearing it. I could manspread, and not see my (small) cock on one side. The next morning I decided that I couldn't spend the rest of my life wearing a jockstrap, so I went back to my boxers. That lasted one day, and until I went away to graduate school and could wear Jockey briefs, I wore a jockstrap every day.