Walking around the supermarket yesterday and I realised my manhood had popped out of my boxers. Don’t worry, I haven’t moved into the flasher territory – I was wearing trousers at the time too.
Walking around supermarkets doesn’t do anything for me, so thankfully even though he’d escaped from his house, my soldier was asleep. But it was in no-mans land. And it was chafing against the zip of my trousers.
Without actually throwing my hand down my pants it was impossible to put back in. Every little wiggle, or discreet movement I done to try and get it back in failed. Pocket billiards failed, trying a few an up and unders to get it back in the hole failed too.
Walking down the bread isle I decided to try one last time to get it back in before someone accused me of wanking over the crumpets.
Therefore today, ladies and gentlemen, I have penis burn. Think nipple burn but 10 times more painful.
Today is not going to be a good day.