Paul-Roger. (Source: 31211184164)

Some days at work (I wear a company uniform) I feel like I’m dressed like this.

Just a huge bulge for every one to take a look at. And: since the uniform pant is a tight fit over the crotch: it pushes everything down the leg or above the waistline. Pushing several inches of flaccid cock down a uniform pant is.. well, I feel more undressed than I do naked.

It’s a feeling I’m not sure that neither me nor the customers are happy with. I hope they like it.

Perhaps I shouldn’t worry too much about me flaunting a huge bulge all the time in my uniform pants. They like it.

I should worry if they fell off, because they break easily, and I’m on my third pair already, in less than a year. The crotch always fall apart first. Like my cock eats it’s way out into public.


I have actually done this with some straight friends, since my friends are cool enough not to be bothered by my sexual orientation. Like everyone should be: what the fuck has your sexual orientation got to do with who you are anyways? It’s got nothing to do with if you want to read books or not, it’s got nothing to do with if you want to live with someone or not, it’s got nothing to do with anything.

Come one. Drinking beer naked on a warm summer day is awesome! Plus they all of course love looking at my cock.