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I pull my pants down and let my fat soft cock flop out — no fluff, no stroking, just how it really looks when I'm warm and full. Even in its soft state, there's this engorged heaviness to it — thick shaft, veins showing, foreskin hanging over a swollen head like it's daring someone to taste it. Truth is, my cock rarely goes truly soft unless I'm standing naked at the North Pole. It's got this natural fat hung look, and it loves to be touched. I see the looks and cheeky smiles from strangers when I'm out in tight cycling shorts — they can't help but stare at the outline snaking down my leg. Some try to hide it, others just keep looking. You know the kind of bulge that makes people wonder what it must look like when it's free? This is it. I start playing with it slowly, teasing that thick skin back and revealing the sensitive, glistening head underneath. A little tickle here, a gentle pull there — and soon pre-cum starts to leak, even without being hard.