Today is the day after my 53'rd birthday. And I'm currently just killing time in "Old Town" watching the ladies of all ages as they go on about their errands. And I'm sitting at a metal table with metal chairs, the lawn variety, painted black. I'm just tucked in a small alley way that looked much different 250 years ago and undoubtedly smelled like horse isht back then.

These days the alleys serve primary as sidewalk cut throughs and lounging areas. There's several restaurants and a few bars along with the typical establishments you'd find in an old town center.

It's a beautiful day. And I'm free balling. Spring and summer are the seasons when I go without any underwear. I do this for the obvious reasons that have to do with the heat and humidity. Cuts down on the cheesy sweaty testicle nonsense. And wouldn't you know that it also affords one many other perks and opportunities. My shorts are dark in color and made of very thin material. Think jogging shorts with pockets. They fit loosely and stay on via a drawstring around the waist. And when manspreading, if you were inclined to allow someone a clear line of sight to your genitals ... Well, they'll definitely take a good look.

So I'm keeping my penis chubbed up properly today by touching it as needed. The outline of the head of my cock is unmistakably visible if you happen to look. And when I walk to the pub for another beer or to the bathroom, my cock wags like a tail as I walk. And with the right imagination a person who is looking at it has exactly every detail in need to imagine what it looks like without any thing covering it at all. And if you study long enough, an old perverted man may see fit to go ahead and let you see it outright. Because I want to be seen. I want people to look at it. I want to be watched. ✌🏻