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A Party in my Pants

Written by Bohb Blair

Tuesday, 20 November 2007

I guess none of it should have come as much surprise. Deep down every man expects some sort of celebration when he looks upon his penis. As the fly comes undone it should be like a surprise party when the birthday boy walks through the door; streamers, applause and joyous celebration must ensue. Therefore it was with bemusement, not shock when the party erupted. The first shimmering orb came to my attention as it floated by my eye and over my right shoulder. I traced its supposed path with my eyes, taking me casually in the direction of my currently handheld penis. As I stood before this institutional urinal, the atmosphere was transformed, the current of my urine triggering the recently cleaned receptacle to create joy. This is how it is supposed to be. My frock of Orphan Annie red pubes was festively adorned in bubbles. Shimmering colorful soapy bubbles. They floated about, they clung to the purchase of each individual short and curly, they popped in soundless little bursts. I smiled. A penis is a celebratory thing, it’s nice when it is acknowledged with a party. . No one has commented on this article. Please login or register to post comments. J! Reactions • General Site License Copyright © 2006 S. A. DeCaro

 

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