You know what movie I want to see? Two prepubescent boys walking around town with wicked pee boners. You tell me that wouldn’t be hilarious AND educational. I know I would’ve benefited greatly at my younger stages knowing the rules and regulations of incurring a killer pee boner. Only recently, in the past couple years, have I figured the perfect mix of “push, no wait it hurts stop, push, ok a little harder, ow, ok I think I have a steady stream going here, holy shit I can’t believe I am peeing with a Rock Hudson cock right now!”
Going to the first Canes game tonight. Season tickets. Canes going to tear through the ACC like I tore through my toilet at 3:54am last night after eating 3 Snicker’s ice cream bars and being lactose intolerant.
When this hits you, you're fucked.
But damn they’re tasty. Every bite I know will result in that one extra constipation push, waking me up with poop cramps, yet I still persist. They are that good. And luckily I didn’t get any splatter in the dry spot between my cock and balls. You know it’s a mess down there when you get some shrapnel in the Geneva of your package.
Pee boners don’t hurt me. I lean nearly parallel to the bowl, using one arm to brace myself on the wall to get my boner angled correctly. Or you can just go in the shower and let it fly like a fire hose.