FelchingPisser Posted September 13, 2012 Report Share Posted September 13, 2012 Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Lake Ontario—August, 2012 I didn’t actually have sex on Thursday. I know. I’m stunned, too. I did find two seniors sucking cock in the woods, but they seemed to want to show off and were not really looking for company. I simply smiled at them, nodded at the top who was enjoying getting his larger than average penis sucked, and continued on my way. Later in the day I was very aware of a young man’s eyes on my cock at the row of urinals. There were about eight of us pissing before a performance. The man at the end of the set of the ten urinals was there first. As the rest of us came in and unzipped, he pushed his hips father and farther forward, making sure no one could see his cock. He must have been all but humping the dripping back wall of porcelain by the time he was done. The ninth man came in and went in one of the booths to piss. He couldn’t bring himself to shoulder his way in between us all. Some were able to pull it out with barely unzipping. Some unbuckled and opened their entire trouser front—though none, to my practiced eye, looked like that was necessary. The man next to me, the one doing the looking—and with the largest wedding band-- was discreetly holding his cock so his hand covered most of it. He made no signs to flash it at me. We all stood staring straight ahead of course. Except for the young man. And me. I, of course, was standing a good distance away from the urinal—showing it all off once again. And I was the only one with a smile on my face….. More... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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