I like to wear panties under my regular clothes then go out and about thrilled that no one else knows. I always take care to make sure that nothing shows though I have been aware of some interesting looks from people who may have noticed a VPL once or twice.
One beautiful autumn morning I thought a round of golf would be fun. Pulling my trousers over a lovely pair of creamy orange semi-sheer panty briefs I headed off to a local course.
The pro said he would squeeze me in with a group as soon as a vacancy came up. I waited until my name was called and when I turned up at the first tee I found I was golfing with three older guys.
They introduced themselves in a rather surly fashion as Jim, Stan and Ted. None of them appeared to have any desire to have an unwanted fourth with them and they made sure I knew it. They were big men, bombastic and full of themselves. Jim, more snarly than the others, actually asked me if I could golf. I attempted a humorous response that got me cold stares in response and a dismissive, "Well you better," from Jim.
Though they were friendly and fun with each other it was obvious that my presence was only just being tolerated and only then as long as my game kept up with theirs. It wasn't long before I produced a poor shot to get the negative comments really started. The three of them took huge pleasure in trying to out do the other two in derogatory descriptions of my game, snickering amongst themselves and laughing cruelly. I tried to not take it to heart but they were getting especially mean and personal.
Another issue was that I should have used the toilet before teeing-off. Bye the fourth hole I was busting and by the time we made it to the concession stand at six I was walking funny. As I rushed for the toilet I could already feel the relief but as I started to enter Jim pushed in with me. "Uhm," I stammered taken aback by his lack of manners, "this toilet is only for one person at a time Jim." I couldn't believe how whiny it sounded.
"Oh come on pal," Jim countered condescendingly, "like you ain't never pissed in the same bowl as another guy!"
He didn't wait for my answer but just brushed past me to use the facilities. I was left there furious but so desperate that I knew if I didn't pee immediately I would be wetting my pants. Muttering fuck to myself I fumbled with my pants nearly pissing myself anyways in my desperation to get my penis out and try to not let Jim see what I was wearing. He appeared oblivious to me as he voided his bladder and with huge relief I did too.
"Can't see what you're all that worried about," Jim drawled out of the blue leaning forward to inspect my manhood. As I blushed furiously he snickered, "hell boy, even Ted out there has a bigger pee pee that one."
When I looked at the man horrified that he would dare to say such a thing he just smiled at me imperviously and winked. I must have looked as stunned as I felt because his stupid grin just got bigger and with a suggestive arch of his eyebrow he indicated with a knowing nod of his head that I should look down.
Mystified I did. Jim's cock was bigger flaccid than mine was engorged. The mans large cock was spraying a steady stream of piss into the bowl. Fuck I thought somewhat dismayed, he pisses bigger than me too.
"Hold it for me," Jim told me like it was what any man would do for another and let go of his cock. When I didn't immediately respond Jim turned slightly towards me so that the stream of his piss threatened to splash onto my pants leg and shoes. Desperate to avoid that I reached out and took hold of his penis.
Oh my god, echoed through my brain as I clumsily held onto this man's penis utterly stunned by what was happening. Jim hummed beside me like it was the most normal thing as his stream weakened then stopped. Uncertain as to what to do I looked at Jim bewildered, "Give it a shake for me would ya sonny."
