Be honest now. Haven't YOU done this as well?

The 'normal' reaction when it's pointed out to you is to be surprised, apologetic, and to make out it was an innocent 'accident' (Hah!), isn't it? 😉 

I've had at least two occasions when I came within a whisker of getting into serious trouble doing this. One was when I was in a certain town where I used to like making a walking 'tour' of a number of its public shithouses with a reputation for busy action (all long since demolished). I'd just been to a pub and downed a few pints and, on emerging and feeling randy (as alcohol consumption can frequently do), I undid the buttons on my army surplus k.d. pants, taking out my semi-erect willy just to, you know, give it some 'fresh air' (as one does😀). It was a Sunday so there weren't that many people around. But as it then happened, shortly after leaving that pub, and now with my todger pointing and leading the way, I rounded a corner - and who should be nearby playing, but two boys, maybe just 10-12 years old, probably brothers. I had to walk past them - yet, being in a sort of befuddled state, I didn't even attempt to tuck my cock back in but carried on walking. Just 50 yards or so down that road was a man, possibly their father, sitting on a low wall but not looking at me, unlike the two boys - and it was clear that what they were looking at wasn't my face!  One of them sort of giggled, the elder one I think, while the other watched me in silent astonishment as I passed by, me trying to look nonchalant. Then, just as I was rounding another corner I sensed them running to the man, saying something to him in excited voices. Did I hang around? Fuck NO! All I needed was for the guy to chase after me, accusing me of being a filthy paedo who liked to flash at young boys - and I was in a town where the cops already had my name and address following an incident of 'indecent' exposure a few years previous (details of which will likely be forthcoming in a future posting) - when, because I lived in a distant place way outside their jurisdiction, the cops finally let me go, red-faced, with a stern warning not to come back. No, this new close-call brought me to my senses pretty quick - and, putting my willy back where it should have been, I hurriedly made my way to the railway station to return home straight away, heart thumping like mad. 

It shouldn't surprise you to learn that although this happened about 30 years ago, and though I did eventually return to that town after a decent interval, in spite of the cops' warning, I was ever so careful to avoid going anywhere near that particular vicinity - and I made sure to be wearing different clothes just in case. But Jesus!, that sure was the fuckin' narrowest of escapes! 😓