Penis day
Yesterday Steve, Megan, and I celebrated penis day. Yep. I brought over some chocolate and nut covered cream balls. It was good times.
Why?
Well let me tell you my story.
Sunday morning, Dolores and I were walking around my sleepy town. We had just past the Buddhist temple gates and I had noticed an attractive man in his late 20s or 30s who had parked his car up the hill. I glanced, then kept walking. Soon I heard footsteps behind me, and the man looked into my eyes as he walked briskly past me. Fair enough, we were going at a slow pace. Then after he had gone a few yards in front of us, he turned around.
Must have forgotten something.
His shirt was long and his hands were holding onto the front of his shirt, he seemed to be carrying a brown doughnut. My eyes did a quizzical glance, all the while Dolores was taking in the scenery. Then my eyes looked back up at his, and he lifted up his shirt (we were only a body length or two apart), and there it was. His hairless (seriously), flacid, brown penis, and balls, hanging out of his pants. Now because his was flacid, and sadly seriously tiny, I couldn't figure out what it was. It took several moments for it to register, that this was his sex organ. By the time it fully hit my mind we had passed him by and he was running for his car.
The disturbing part, is not that I was flashed for the first time in Japan, but that:
1) I had no reaction to it at all, except a curiousity as to what it was.
2) That it took me so long to figure out that the doughnut he was carrying was his balls. Has it really been that long since I have seen a penis?
Luckily, Dolores seemed to be oblivious to it all and was staring at other things, like the scenery. And me, well I kept walking too. A bit puzzled, a bit of laughter, but not once did I stumble on the emotion of disturbed, angry, or upset. Has the nakedness and freedom of nakedness in this country worn off on me? Or maybe I was taken back that a man I thought was attractive, a total stranger, has shown me his very tiny equipment.
Regardless what it was, when Dolores and I went for lunch at a famous cake shop/restaurant in Rusutsu, I saw the chocolate and nut covered cream balls, laughed, and thought, hell lets make it a day. So I bought them, and after I dropped Dolores back off at the airport, I drove to Steve's house, told my story, and we celebrated penis day. Cause really, what else do you do when something like that happens?
Yesterday Steve, Megan, and I celebrated penis day. Yep. I brought over some chocolate and nut covered cream balls. It was good times.
Why?
Well let me tell you my story.
Sunday morning, Dolores and I were walking around my sleepy town. We had just past the Buddhist temple gates and I had noticed an attractive man in his late 20s or 30s who had parked his car up the hill. I glanced, then kept walking. Soon I heard footsteps behind me, and the man looked into my eyes as he walked briskly past me. Fair enough, we were going at a slow pace. Then after he had gone a few yards in front of us, he turned around.
Must have forgotten something.
His shirt was long and his hands were holding onto the front of his shirt, he seemed to be carrying a brown doughnut. My eyes did a quizzical glance, all the while Dolores was taking in the scenery. Then my eyes looked back up at his, and he lifted up his shirt (we were only a body length or two apart), and there it was. His hairless (seriously), flacid, brown penis, and balls, hanging out of his pants. Now because his was flacid, and sadly seriously tiny, I couldn't figure out what it was. It took several moments for it to register, that this was his sex organ. By the time it fully hit my mind we had passed him by and he was running for his car.
The disturbing part, is not that I was flashed for the first time in Japan, but that:
1) I had no reaction to it at all, except a curiousity as to what it was.
2) That it took me so long to figure out that the doughnut he was carrying was his balls. Has it really been that long since I have seen a penis?
Luckily, Dolores seemed to be oblivious to it all and was staring at other things, like the scenery. And me, well I kept walking too. A bit puzzled, a bit of laughter, but not once did I stumble on the emotion of disturbed, angry, or upset. Has the nakedness and freedom of nakedness in this country worn off on me? Or maybe I was taken back that a man I thought was attractive, a total stranger, has shown me his very tiny equipment.
Regardless what it was, when Dolores and I went for lunch at a famous cake shop/restaurant in Rusutsu, I saw the chocolate and nut covered cream balls, laughed, and thought, hell lets make it a day. So I bought them, and after I dropped Dolores back off at the airport, I drove to Steve's house, told my story, and we celebrated penis day. Cause really, what else do you do when something like that happens?
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