From the first moment I meet you I am curious about your dick. If you’re particularly attractive I’ll be acutely aware of it, there in your trousers.
I might not even be able to see it – some guys wear nice tight jeans that show off exactly where it is, how big and which way it’s hanging, but others are more modest and shy – they’ll hide it in baggy trousers or under long hoodies. That’s a shame, but it doesn’t really stop me.
Do other girls feel like this? Your cock is something I’m immensely curious about.
It doesn’t really matter if I fancy you or not – your dick is still a dick, and it’s still something I don’t have but want to see.
Are you cut or uncut? Is it nice and thick? How much does it grow when you get turned on?
Your dick is so fucking pretty
Girl with a one track mind once wrote about boys on the tube who sit with their legs wide open. It’s annoying for those next to them, and desperately distracting for those opposite. But if you want to show off your wares, it’s an excellent way to do so. Because make no mistake – I’m looking. Subtly, of course. I want to know more about your dick. I want to see it. If I can make out the shape of it in the crotch of your trousers all I’ll be able to think about is what it would be like to sit on.
This is especially true of older men. Guys around 50. I’m not entirely sure why, but I have trouble imagining a guy of that age with a cock that isn’t big and thick – the sort of cock you could beat someone round the face with, that would give a good hard handful. That would actually hurt me.
I know not all guys reach the age of 50 and magically acquire a huge cock, but if one of them is standing in front of me on the tube and my face is at crotch level, I have to look. To see if it’s filling his trousers. To see if, as his mind wanders on a boring journey, it’s semi-hard.
I’ll look at you too – in the pub, in the street, on the bus. In the hope that you might be sporting the beginnings of a nice fat erection.
And if I’ve fucked you, if you’re one of mine, I’ll find it hard to sit down next to you without wanting to run my hand across to your lap – stroke it through the denim. Squeeze it, touch it, put pressure on it – feel it growing hard under my hand.
Getting caught
I think someone busted me today. An older guy, standing in front of me on the train. He had something that was either semi-hard or showed a ridiculous amount of promise. As he reached up to hold onto the bar it was outlined nicely in his trousers – suit trousers, worn far too tight.
He looked at me, saw my gaze, and shifted uncomfortably.
This, I thought, must be how girls feel if skeezy guys stare at their tits for too long. This is how I feel sometimes when someone’s gaze goes beyond flattery and starts straying into ‘will they follow me home and jizz on my doorstep?’ territory.
I want to end this with a plea for understanding – looking at people is normal. It’s fine. Humans think about sex – if we didn’t think about it, we’d never get up the courage or the imagination to do it in such interesting and devious ways.
But at the same time I’m overcome with shame. If you catch me looking I’ll blush and squirm with humiliation, if you call me out I’ll apologise. But there’s no apology strong enough to make up for objectifying you. There’s nothing I can say to take away the things my mind does when I’ve got time to kill and some tightly-packed trousers in my eyeline.
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Part-time writer, full-time pervert.
I am 50+ and my dick is much the same size as it was when I was 20. Just under six inches and quite thick. With a foreskin. What surprises me is that you think dicks are pretty. Not a word I would use. They are not ugly but they are kind of funny. But keep looking, I don’t mind ..
Ah, but most guys think dicks look funny. It’s because you get to jump up and down in front of the mirror while naked and see their hilarious flaccid comedy value. We usually get to see them when they’re hard or semi-hard, during their most beautiful moments.
Ah. You see finally I am minded to write, I do so love it when you write something but haven’t felt the urge to write before today.
It’s only in the last few years I’ve finally come to like my cock… ok wrong words. I’ve always liked it, even before I got circumcised when and erection was that little bit scary. But nowadays I’m at peace with it.
It tends to go between two extremes, really not big at all. The kind of size that WILL get you mocked in the boys showers at school. And then there’s the other one, 6″ long and really quite thick.
So if you were looking, do take it into account, some books can’t be judged on their covers alone. Of course if I know a girl is looking, well then the cover may get more interesting.
Or something like that.
Ah, thanks – glad you enjoyed it.
In terms of looking and size – obviously I’ll notice more if someone is showing a heftier package. But honestly when looking it’s less about size and more about curiosity. Seeing what you’ve got and what I’d want to do with it.
To be honest, whether your girth is immediately obvious to the naked eye or not, no doubt my actual thoughts are about what happens when you grow hard. And I am sort of trying to will you into getting an erection so I can see.
Oh I enjoy all your stuff sometimes makes getting up from my desk a little interesting though. It’s just this was the first time I felt the need to write.
Like I say, I had issues when I was younger. Now with some experience I’m starting to believe the glowing reviews I’ve been receiving, which is always nice.
Is it weird that just reading this gave me an erection? I seem to have a real thing about girls checking me out; my go-to porn is usually labelled ‘CFNM’. It probably doesn’t help that I do have something noticable in my trousers. I really need to be careful not to think about it otherwise I find myself wandering around with my hamd in my pocket, desperately trying to disguise it. I shouldn’t complain, I guess…
You like CFNM? You are a god. I am particularly a fan of being fully clothed and watching a boy take off all of his clothes, and with boys I spend the night with, I will try to be the first one under the covers so I get to watch as he takes off his clothes and climbs in. It’s like stripping, but without the soundtrack, and with a guarantee that you get to touch it in about 2 minutes.
CFNM is a total turn on for me too but it can be irritating wading* through the watersports which are nearly always part of the scene. I’m intrigued at the constant linking of the two as they provide very different levels of titillation to myself.
Just recently found this blog, thank you so much for your evocative and inspiring writing.
*Sadly, yes, pun intended.
It’s interesting how blatant women are about this. Especially in the office, if you approach a woman sat at her desk. Of all ages. Of all marital statuses.
An interesting insight.
No, not at work! Oh dear God. The thought of measuring someone up at work, someone I might actually have to talk to (shudders).
It might be because I had to go through the phase of getting men to look me in the eye rather than the bra, and that excruciating performance of having to get a man to repeat my technical advice to someone who apparently was unable to hear IT support pitched in a female tone, but work has to be sexless. They are not men, I am not a woman.
Now outside of the office … no, still can’t really manage it with real people. I think I need to practice more.
Needless to say my men have been suprises or disappointments in turn.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who does this! A few of the guys I work with wear jeans that leave little to the imagination :)
I used to *almost* enjoy riding the Northern Line in the morning, all that flesh pressed so close together. To be honest I have never met another human which I haven’t consider fucking. I was under the delusion that was a uniquely male thing, but I’m glad you help me learn that’s not true!
The error I have made is not to see the other persons perspective. Having a dick 24/7 is not the same as having a dick occasionally for recreation.
CFNM? Pardon my ignorance, but what’s that then? O could just Google it, but I’m sure your description will be more interesting.
I like to watch my boyfriend get undressed, sometimes if I call him when he is getting changed, he will tell me as each item comes off. I’m sure he thinks he is just being chatty and making conversation, but I am getting more and more horny as in my mind’s eye, I picture him getting more and more naked.
Okay, I know what this is now!
I (sadly) never get the impression of a girl trying to stare at my cock. Maybe I’m not paying enough attention. Maybe I just need to go to London and ride the tube more often
I personally am a huge fan of cfnm. I have only participated a few times. It’s really exhilarating. I was so turned on. I just wish there was a way to do it more often with the woman I am with. She has told me that my naked body doesn’t do anything for her. She said she isn’t a visual creature. And then there are women like yourself. Hmmm.
I should say there were a couple of times when girls have actually stared at my cock inside my jeans..and the fact is when they stare it gets bigger..i have got a 7″+ cock and it sometimes is a matter of fun to know that the married ladies tend to stare at it more..i dont mind them staring at my cock not until they refuse for a nice fuck after that..