Sunday, July 09, 2006
Public Plumpys
When I was a teenager I would get unintended hard-ons instantly and it could happen in almost any given situation; the class-room, walking down the street, watching an episode of Happy Days. There didn’t have to be anything erotic happening around me, or being discussed, or even lurking in my own mind. Sometimes, for no discernable reason -- Be-Wang-Agagagag -- Major wood! And usually major visible wood
I’m not saying I have trouble getting erect now, I don’t. But it doesn’t just happen by itself when I least expect it. I have some control over my cock’s activities, and I’ve learned how to hide a plumpy when it becomes necessary. The only way I can imagine getting caught tenting is if someone were to walk in on me jacking-off and no one has walked in on me practicing my favorite hobby lately (not since I was 12 and my mother caught me, but that’s another story. I have a close friend who claims there is only one thing to say when someone surprises you whacking. You don’t try to hide what you’re doing, you just look up at them and say, “Oh. I was just thinking about you.”)
I mention Stone Basket because the other evening I was at my local porn emporium browsing through the racks of new DVD releases. I’m always looking for hot new strokers, as well as films I haven't seen my favorite stars are in. Also searching the other night was a nice looking guy, dirty blonde hair, about 30. Not a child by any means, an adult, and someone who’d been an adult for quite a while.
I wasn’t cruising him, I just noticed him, noticed he was fairly good looking, and noticed he was looking through the straight movies. (I know, I know, that doesn’t mean anything. God knows, I’m often in the straight section myself, but sometimes you can just look at a person, particularly in a porno store, and know if they’re gay or straight.) The point is, I noticed this guy, but the main thing I noticed about him was the extremely large protrusion bulging up and to the right through his jeans. The guy had a Major Rager happening in his pants. It was impossible not to notice he was hard, he was hung, and he either didn’t know he was showing or didn’t know how to mask it.
He looked at the movies for five minutes or so, without noticeable softening, and then, not buying or renting anything, departed. Now I have never gotten a hard-on in a porn store -- or at least not while looking through the DVD cases -- I have been known to disappear into the arcade area, and what’s happened to my cock there -- well, just use your imagination.
I guess I admire this guy in a way; Springing a stiffy so easily and publicly, and then wearing it with pride. I mean, it’s a Porn Store! We’re all there to find literature (or visuals) to get us hard and get us off. He was just way ahead of the game, and frankly, what’s wrong with that?
And, did I mention, seeing him browsing with an obviously engorged member was a real turn on? I didn’t get hard in the store myself, but I could have. But when I got home and started thinking about what I’d seen, well, then I did.
I’m not saying I have trouble getting erect now, I don’t. But it doesn’t just happen by itself when I least expect it. I have some control over my cock’s activities, and I’ve learned how to hide a plumpy when it becomes necessary. The only way I can imagine getting caught tenting is if someone were to walk in on me jacking-off and no one has walked in on me practicing my favorite hobby lately (not since I was 12 and my mother caught me, but that’s another story. I have a close friend who claims there is only one thing to say when someone surprises you whacking. You don’t try to hide what you’re doing, you just look up at them and say, “Oh. I was just thinking about you.”)
I mention Stone Basket because the other evening I was at my local porn emporium browsing through the racks of new DVD releases. I’m always looking for hot new strokers, as well as films I haven't seen my favorite stars are in. Also searching the other night was a nice looking guy, dirty blonde hair, about 30. Not a child by any means, an adult, and someone who’d been an adult for quite a while.
I wasn’t cruising him, I just noticed him, noticed he was fairly good looking, and noticed he was looking through the straight movies. (I know, I know, that doesn’t mean anything. God knows, I’m often in the straight section myself, but sometimes you can just look at a person, particularly in a porno store, and know if they’re gay or straight.) The point is, I noticed this guy, but the main thing I noticed about him was the extremely large protrusion bulging up and to the right through his jeans. The guy had a Major Rager happening in his pants. It was impossible not to notice he was hard, he was hung, and he either didn’t know he was showing or didn’t know how to mask it.
He looked at the movies for five minutes or so, without noticeable softening, and then, not buying or renting anything, departed. Now I have never gotten a hard-on in a porn store -- or at least not while looking through the DVD cases -- I have been known to disappear into the arcade area, and what’s happened to my cock there -- well, just use your imagination.
I guess I admire this guy in a way; Springing a stiffy so easily and publicly, and then wearing it with pride. I mean, it’s a Porn Store! We’re all there to find literature (or visuals) to get us hard and get us off. He was just way ahead of the game, and frankly, what’s wrong with that?
And, did I mention, seeing him browsing with an obviously engorged member was a real turn on? I didn’t get hard in the store myself, but I could have. But when I got home and started thinking about what I’d seen, well, then I did.
