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There are those moments when, for some unknown reason, my penis seems to look much larger in its flaccid state than it normally does.  This isn�t something that happens very often, and I�ve had other men tell me that they have the same thing happen to them sometimes; so, it isn�t unique to me.  It�s as if Junior is filled with blood, though stays floppy.  There�s a certain amount of pride that comes with looking down at your limp penis and seeing that it is the size that it would normally be only while erect.  He-he, pride indeed!

At any rate, I was out and about today, and I visited a public restroom.  I could feel that I was �hanging well� before entering the restroom, but I hadn�t realized how well I was hanging.  I decided to take advantage of this rare occasion.  I stood about a foot from the urinal, placed my hands at my hips, and maneuvered my body in a way that allowed me to piss on the sad little clump of freshener�forever failing at its job�hoping that another guy would walk in and see the meat I was sporting.  I waited.  Pissed.  Waited.  No one came.

After realizing that I was going to be the only spectator of this most magnificent penile anomaly, I decided to bag up my unusually large luggage and leave the facilities�feeling the loss of not being able to win that secret contest that is constantly going on in public restrooms everywhere.  Feeling the loss of not having it recognized that I have the biggest dick in the bathroom.  Of course, the penile anomaly was giving a false impression�I�m definitely not hung�but an impression I would�ve had no problems with sharing with others. 

Leaving the restroom, bereft of the moment, I started to leave the building (I had been walking around in the building for quite some time before entering the restroom looking for a poster or sign to give me some direction or information about something I was needing to know about).  A few steps out of the restroom, I realized that my fly was down.  I stopped where I was and zipped up.  I noticed a small group of people standing a few feet away, two females and one or two females, all black.  They all saw me zipping up my fly.  Not wanting to waste the opportunity of showing off, I gave my pack a good grab, readjusting my willy wonka, pulling it away from the chocolate factory and leaving it at rest 9:00, as if to underline my right front pocket.   I thought to myself:
Did they notice?

The answer to that thought came quickly.  As I turned left to head down the corridor, I heard one of the women say (loud enough that I think she wanted me to hear), �Damn, white boy packin!�  Elated, I pulled up one of my pant legs and began to walk with a limp.  Okay, I didn�t really do that.  But I did walk with an air of added confidence . . . until I got to the door that would lead me out of the building.  Out of the warm building and into the fucking freezing snowy outside.  Yes, yes . . . it was cold�very cold. 

Men, my fellow males, you and I know what happens to our Patriot Missile when it gets cold.  It transforms into a blue headed turtle.*  That is, it shrivels.  Well, I�m the kind of person that suffers from significant shrinkage.  It can be extreme. 

Facing that extreme shrinkage, I felt a tear well up in my left eye.  As I opened the door and I felt it shrink (boy did it shrink), that tear spilled over the edge of my lid and began its lonely trek down my cheek, until it became forever lost in a plume of coarse hair on my chin.  Accepting things as they were, I decided to face the day with my chin up and my chest out.  I marched my way through the freezing wind and little pelting balls of ice.  Chin up, chest out, testicles snug in a tight wrapping of shriveled ball-sack flesh, and my frozen one and a half-incher huddled in a flap of loose, wrinkly skin�almost vanishing into a forest of pubic hair.  I did not let the transformation of my big floppy dick into a baby-peewee ruin my day, oh no.  Never! 

*sometimes the turtle has a white-
ish head.
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