I had two recent surprises at the urinal lately.
I was standing at a urinal at an NHL game when a younger man (around 20) took the urinal next to me. He was tall and lean. The way he stood back from the urinal I thought “I bet he’s hung.” As I turned to leave my urinal I looked down at his crotch. What I saw was about the size of my thumb.
I was at a college football game when a man in his forties strutted up to the urinal next to me. I thought “the cocky bastard is probably over compensating for being hung like a hamster.” When he hauled out his cock, I had to restrain myself from staring at it with my mouth hanging open.
It just goes to prove that you can’t judge a book by its cover.