Imagine this, why are women the only ones allowed to display they assets by their sexy way of clothing? I can walk up to a woman or a girl if she is flaunting a nice ass or firm breasts that look real, but unless I wear tight leather or spandex pants no person will ever pick me for my sexual organ in the street.
They're not. You can do it too, man. Today is your lucky day because I'm a retired exhibitionist who's been arrested like five times for indecent exposure, and I'm gonna help you out. First, you need to watch this introductory video before I school you:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JV8JPZyJiuENow I have done this very thing (minus the camera) more times than I can count.. and let me assure, they love it. I had to downgrade to the bulge from indecent exposure after my fourth arrest. It's not the same intensity or buzz but when you're an abnormal, sexually deviant paraphiliac like me, you take what you can get. I've gotten the best results in book stores. Here's how it works. You get a semi boner going.. not so erect that you pitch a tent in your pants, but not so soft that the member doesn't produce a bulge. You ease your way down the aisle and place yourself within the proximity of a sexy female; avoid prepubescent teens because you're no pedophile and they wouldn't understand what's going on anyway. But you don't stalk them.. you don't follow them around like a creep. What you're giving is an invitation to play, to have a strange, erotic experience with an attractive stranger. They will come to you. Oh, if you aren't attractive, none of this is going to work, so stop reading. If you are, proceed.
Fuck it I'll just tell you some of my personal experiences instead of give you a seminar. It'll be easier. So I'm at the far end of the aisle opposite the woman. She's browsing, I'm browsing. When she turns in my direction, I shift the bulge, giving it emphasis, but I don't look at her. I keep my eyes in the book. Now the first thing they do is quickly look away after they see the bulge. Then they pretend to be reading
and look back over the top of the book. Most of them end up moving down the aisle to get closer to me. Of course I pretend not to know what's going on. Once she is set up in position, she'll resume the secret stare over the top of her book. You know this because she's not really reading. She's been on the same page too long, see. If she were really reading, she'da turned the page by now. So now I'm getting aroused and more erect.. maybe I'll squat down and browse the bottom shelf for a minute and think about fat, ugly women so I don't pop a full boner. It's all about control; you have to keep the member under control. I stand back up and shift again.. but this time I do a little fondling. Now she knows I know she's watching. Game on. Eros has arrived. She moves closer. Now I pause. This is to confirm whether or not she is into it. If she stays, that means yes, let's do this. So I fondle it again, and bring the member into a diagonal position across my leg to demonstrate it's length and girth. All this time neither of us have said a word or made eye contact.
Now I shit you not, on a few occasions the girl would walk away and
come back with her friend, who would set up beside her with her own book and join in. I've actually seen a late adolescent girl wearing those tight teenager spandex pants develop a clearly visible wet spot between her legs. I'm not kidding man. This chick had to go to the bathroom it got so bad. Others would begin a series of provocative poses there in the aisle as if they were performing for me. This one hottie, she musta been seventeen or eighteen, stood up on her tiptoes and stuck her ass out, pretending to read the back of a book on the top shelf. This was bullshit because she was certainly tall enough to read the book without being on her tiptoes. She did that
for me, dude, and I almost blew a load in my pants. That one was a close call. At that point we both knew what was going on; she was digging it and so was I... so I started stroking it through my sweat pants. I wish I woulda said something to her, but I didn't. I've never said a word to any of them. I couldn't.. it was too weird. I wouldn't know what to say.
What was happening here is a part of us deep down had come to the surface, but the superego was blocking it, keeping it in check. Two beautiful creatures momentarily free from the bonds of morality and society engaged in an erotic fantasy on aisle five. In a better world, we would have dropped right there on the floor and gone to work. But nooooo, we have to be proper, civilized, domestic, appropriate.
I still have the picture of that girl in my head. This was like eight years ago. She was so gorgeous man. She loved what she had done to me. A young girl coming to understand her sexual power. Every move she made was an invitation to judge her. When she bent down to the bottom shelf and arched her back, when she stretched that exaggerated stretch and pushed her chest out. Do you like it, Zoot? YES, young lady, you have no idea.
I'll never see that girl again, BH, but we will always remember each other. She'll tell her friends; omg this hot guy at the book store was totally checking me out, Stacey! I could see his dick through his pants! He was rubbing it...[ giggle ]!
Now you've indicated that your member is quite large, so you should have no problem with one of these operations. But you have to be careful not to pop a full boner. A dude with a big dick would pitch a ridiculous tent, and that's not sexy... it's comical. You'll scare Eros away.