Just My Imagination
I know staring is rude, but I wonder if he knows that I can see the head of his c**k peeking out of the bottom of his shorts. His attention is elsewhere, but I am fixated on that pink head resting against that hairy thigh. There could be a war going on around me, and I wouldn’t notice. The only thing in my world at this moment is that man and his wayward c**k.
I glance up at his face. It’s handsome in the way that movie stars are handsome. What’s even sexier is that he doesn’t even know it. He sits there smiling at nothing, confident in his good looks and great body. But he hasn’t yet realized that his c**k is on show for the whole world to see. Or at least me.
He brings his foot up onto the park bench, and the fabric of his running shorts moves even further up his l
