I wanted to write about one of my favorite memories as a teen flasher. My flashing fascination started with an older high school boy who lived down the street when I was in middle school. He used to flash his huge cock to me by letting it hang out of his shorts leg, semi-erect, and pretending he was oblivious to it. It was a beautiful, perfect, circumcised, seven-and-a-half-inch cock. Shortly after that I started flashing...