Not sure when I first starting wearing a thong, but in the late eighties and early nineties, soon after moving to Australia, I used to wear a g-string at the south end of Bondi beach. Some girls wore strings and one or two guys, but I tended to wear the smallest. One of them was a yellow pouch with tie sides that I could undo, leaving the material resting on my cock. I'd lie at the edge of the beach, so people walking along the clifftop could look down and take photos. There must be thousands of pics of me out there. I loved tying up the string and walking through the crowds to the water, then walking back, my string now semi-transparent - again cameras would be out, taking pictures of me. It was exhibitionists heaven. And I had the legs and arse to pull it off :)