Stories (not Pictures) Of Seeing Accidental Dick/ball Slips

A story is have is from about 2008 and from Wellington. There is one story I recall on shorts. I can remember meeting someone with an unusually long soft penis. I had gone to the local nudist beach and found that I was the only one there so I thought. But I saw someone else later on and went over to be conversational. The large object hanging between his legs I could see as I walked over and wondered about turned out to be his penis. We chatted away for a while and then I stopped beating around the bush and said I find your penis fascinating and can I hold it. These are normal type questions one asks. I couldn't get my hand around it. At that stage it was soft and quickly hardened up, but no extra girth and a little bit of length. His mushroom head was enormous though about the size of my fist. He was holding my penis by that stage and I was a similar length to him, but only half the girth. I thought his penis is actually too big to use and he didn't seem to have a proper ejaculation. There was something a little odd about him. I questioned why he was getting into standard sports shorts without any underwear. He said I am not normally that big which begs the question how was he that big. He still had a long penis. He said his penis would hang down the left leg and protrude just slightly below the bottom seam and he would walk around town like this. Of course if stopped to tie his shoe laces the whole lot would pop out. Anyway so off we went to the carpark together. We passed a group of youngish people, one of whom I slightly knew, who who seemed rather amused. It was then I realised his penis was well below the bottom seam.... by a couple of inches... about 6-7 inches in total ...again as it turned out....this time for my benefit. He had done this previously and the usual reaction was one of shock. The shorts he was wearing were the adidas sports type of short where the leg is not lower than the crotch and the material is polyester. I never found out who he was, or saw him again, there or anywhere else.

yep. When men are wearing shorts, it’s normal if a bit of dick and/or ballsac is exposed.

if I happen to notice myself exposed (it is rare that I notice), I just fix myself up and continue on like nothing happened.

it’s just a bit of skin.
 
yep. When men are wearing shorts, it’s normal if a bit of dick and/or ballsac is exposed.

if I happen to notice myself exposed (it is rare that I notice), I just fix myself up and continue on like nothing happened.

it’s just a bit of skin.
Well for me, this was something new. I can recall something similar with an arborist friend He worked in unlined shorts with all the ropes, glasses, footwear, etc. and up a tree, his dick and balls would be exposed because of climbing and pulling himself up into a tree.
 
damn. That’s awesome. Did you see anything the following morning? Maybe when he was sitting around?
We ended up sharing an apartment about half a year later. There were lots of other glimpses but nothing as prolonged and exciting as that first time.
 
Im I photographer and once did a photoshoot for a magazine for dad of the year for father's day. At the shoot the dad asked for my number and later on asked me to do another private photoshoot to keep the photos to himself. He explained to me that he always wanted pictures in underwear just so he can keep them to himself. I agreed and we did the photoshoot a few weeks later. At the photoshoot he was a bit nervous at first and then I noticed how he was getting hard and couldn't hide it anymore. He got excited and I told him to spread his legs a little bit and his dick slipped out and he was dripping precum. I asked if I should continue talking pictures as I got hard. He then decided to just take it all off and let me photograph his hard cock pointing at me.
 
I once had a friend - not close, but someone I saw pretty often and always in a group. He was tall and tan and a few years older than me. I did not find him particularly attractive but he wasn't bad looking either. One time he announced to the group that he was taking a course in therapeutic massage and needed to practice on a certain number of volunteers who would then be asked to write a short review to verify that he had done a session on them. I told him I would be willing.

He came to my home on the arranged evening and spent the required time working me over. It was relaxing and pleasant but not especially erotic. After the massage was finished, I was sitting on the couch and he was sitting on a stool in front of me while he asked me a few questions for a stock interview. This was summer in S Cal and he was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a T-shirt. I could see right up the leg of his shorts and noticed that he was freeballing. His soft cock was about average in size as far as i could tell and he was cut. I couldn't see any pubes but his balls were smooth and hanging loose.

He seemed to be totally unaware that he was giving me a show and I didn't get any vibes that he was interested in anything more than fulfilling his requirement and leaving. I got the impression however that he would have been OK with nudity and would not have seen it as an overtly sexual situation. He was into health food and so on - very natural lifestyle, etc. I must say, though that I did feel a bit closer to him after that.
 
When I was in army cadets, probably about 16 years old, we spent a week camping. It was in the middle of winter, so we got pretty cold, I can't remember how far we trekked each day, but all up it might have been 80km or about 50 miles. We left in groups of 8 a few hours apart, so there were different groups along the track at different points. The last stop was a camp ground where the first group had already spent a day.
I was in one of the last groups to leave and obviously arrive at the end. We got there around midday and the busses left a few hours later, so we had time to shower and chillout a little. It had rained a little on the way, and there hadn't been any showers along the way so that was a nice relief. That day got warmer, much warmer than what it had been, bu the time we were ready to board the buses it was pretty hot, so everyone was in shorts and t-shirt.
I remember laying down on the hill as we waited for the buses to arrive. There was a slight hill all green with grass, the slope ran down from the road into the camp ground - and it was in the shade which was a nice and relaxing in the heat.
I remember we had to get in order of our arrival so the first group to arrive was at the top closest to the road, and we were towards the bottom.

As my mate and I lay down we started chatting, and then shifted around to face up the hill as someone else joined in the conversation. After a while one of the more senior boys walks through and up the hill to his spot further up the hill, he was wearing a t-shirt and short rugby shorts. I got a sense that was all he was wearing, but I wasn't sure until he sat on top of his bag facing down the hill straight towards us.
At the time most of the guys were just about to hit puberty, and this guy was well and truly into it. We could see right up his leg, and everything was on show. He had dark short curly hari all over his body and his bush was no exception. I remember his balls hanging low, and that he was cut. Growing up in Australia at the time, cut wasn't exactly rare, but it was exceptional enough that I noticed.

I think the stunned look on our faces gave something away because the mate we were chatting to asked us if we were ok, and we didn't respond. My mates were a little younger than I and I don't think their bodies had started to change, so it they were transfixed. After a minute or two he noticed them staring and laughed open his legs up further and scratched himself with a smile. A moment later he walked away. My mates looked at each other made few jokes and then I think we dozed off.

Once the busses arrived that guy was sitting in the aisle so if you walked past you could again see everything on display. I remember my mates teasing each other about it because they both got such an eyefull the first time around. It was so hot.
 
When my best friend and I were sitting in my garden in the summer and he was wearing shorts,I didn't really like him like that, both his brothers yes lol, he preferred and still does loose cloth boxers and I could see up the legs of his shorts and his balls and I couldn't look away but didn't what him to know either. It was the first time I had ever seen him kind of naked (always really shy changing when swimming and stuff) so it was pretty exciting. I did use that image a lot for the next few weeks until I saw his slightly older brother naked changing on the beach and that was my new wank bank material.
 
This story literally just happened.
I went to a gym class early morning, and here winter is just turning into spring. Its still fresh, but today is going to be warm, so I grabbed an Uber to a harbour side pool. This one has a couple of pontoons in the middle.
As I arrived, climbing down the stairs I see there is a group of early 20 something friends all together - they got into the water as I make my way down and started making some noise - the water is obviously cold. They swim out to the first pontoon together.

Most get onto it look around and dive back in and head back.
I jump in the water planning to swim out and around the pontoon - the water is fucking freezing. As I reach the pontoon there is only 1 guy left - quite fit, a chunky and firm build - he's lying down, starfished, wearing only rugby shorts. As I got around the pontoon I look up to see his legs apart, straight up his shorts - no underwear. He is probably 21 years old, not much hair at all.
Look, that water was freezin, so it was pretty shrivelled - but it gave me a quick thrill whilst I was in the freezing water. He is circumcised - which is unusual for an Aussie that age.

Swimming in cold water is a great way to start the day, this time I got a bit of an extra thrill.

He stayed there for only a little while longer, I was able to get out of the water before him, so as he got out I made an effort to look closely - those synthetic rugby shorts can cling when they're worn as swimmers. There was only a little wobble as he walked, but he made no effort to adjust himself or his shorts as he got out. It was great.
 
I was in high school and this was about '96 I think. We were changing for PE (throwing on sweats) and for some reason one of the senior guys was still milling about among us freshmen. I think he was talking to a coach and then wandered to where the lockers were to yell to someone across the room. Idk. He was right next to me and the other guys in my row. Short dark hispanic guy, more stocky than built but he was solid. He had nothing but boxers on for some reason and as he stood there yelling across the room his fly was one of those cheap material ones that gapped open. I could see a side view of his dick. Darker than he was, low hanging and thick. Then just walked off. First time seeing a guy's dick. Very boisterous guy from seeing him around campus. Football and soccer if I remember right. What made it stand out even more was this was already a point in time where nudity and showering in school was already a faux pas. No one showered. Not even the football players. Not even is practice was before school in the morning. So any dick sightings in high school were impossible.

This same guy later that year I ran into in the bathroom. I went it during break to pee and he entered too. Gave me a what's up and went straight into the stall. Sat down, farted and started singing Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams. Another stunner because in addition to no one every showering. No one pooped in school. That was like the high holy no no of them all. Lest someone catch you and forever be labeled as a school 'pooper'. Nerd to jock. The great equalizer. Did anyone else have that at their school? Needless to say a popped some serious wood and left.
 
This story literally just happened.
I went to a gym class early morning, and here winter is just turning into spring. Its still fresh, but today is going to be warm, so I grabbed an Uber to a harbour side pool. This one has a couple of pontoons in the middle.
As I arrived, climbing down the stairs I see there is a group of early 20 something friends all together - they got into the water as I make my way down and started making some noise - the water is obviously cold. They swim out to the first pontoon together.

Most get onto it look around and dive back in and head back.
I jump in the water planning to swim out and around the pontoon - the water is fucking freezing. As I reach the pontoon there is only 1 guy left - quite fit, a chunky and firm build - he's lying down, starfished, wearing only rugby shorts. As I got around the pontoon I look up to see his legs apart, straight up his shorts - no underwear. He is probably 21 years old, not much hair at all.
Look, that water was freezin, so it was pretty shrivelled - but it gave me a quick thrill whilst I was in the freezing water. He is circumcised - which is unusual for an Aussie that age.

Swimming in cold water is a great way to start the day, this time I got a bit of an extra thrill.

He stayed there for only a little while longer, I was able to get out of the water before him, so as he got out I made an effort to look closely - those synthetic rugby shorts can cling when they're worn as swimmers. There was only a little wobble as he walked, but he made no effort to adjust himself or his shorts as he got out. It was great.

this story confirms my suspicion that guys around my age are starting to wear shorter shorts with no underwear. We’re definitely going to trend back to the 70s and 80s in that regard
 
My mom's bf lived with us and was an avid cyclist. Man he was a beast of man, tall and muscular. After his rides he would sprawl out in the middle of the living room floor in a pair of running shorts, kind with a liner, to stretch. He would often put his legs up on a stool and hang out there. I didn't know about attraction to men at the time, but I always found myself making an excuse to walk by him an get a glimpse down his shorts. The liner mostly kept everything in place, but ever so often I get sight of some skin and it drove me crazy. Thinking back on it, might be the cause of my interest in older men and my fetish with freeballing. Fuck he was hot, wish I could have seen more of his package.
 
My mom's bf lived with us and was an avid cyclist. Man he was a beast of man, tall and muscular. After his rides he would sprawl out in the middle of the living room floor in a pair of running shorts, kind with a liner, to stretch. He would often put his legs up on a stool and hang out there. I didn't know about attraction to men at the time, but I always found myself making an excuse to walk by him an get a glimpse down his shorts. The liner mostly kept everything in place, but ever so often I get sight of some skin and it drove me crazy. Thinking back on it, might be the cause of my interest in older men and my fetish with freeballing. Fuck he was hot, wish I could have seen more of his package.

sounds exactly like my dad, if you read back on some of my stories.

did you get many more views of him like that? Ever a whole testicle hanging out? Did he ever notice?
 
My sister took me to the hospital for a colonoscopy .Walked into the reception area , found it was also used by the urologist department . While I was sedated, she sat in the waiting room . Later told me it was unfortunate men did not know how to wear hospital gowns - everywhere she looked she saw saggy nuts and dicks
 
I was a groomsmen in a wedding party a few years ago. I didn't really know the groom that well, the bride is my cousin, and I was basically just there to pad out the groomsmen side of the wedding party, as she wanted a million bridesmaids. The groom and the other groomsmen were all nice enough, really funny, macho Italian dudes. Slicked back hair, supe-ed cars. fun guys to party with, but pretty misogynistic, honestly.

The day of the wedding we were about 20 minutes out from the ceremony. All of us groomsmen were hiding out of sight behind a barn, waiting for things to start. The groom got up from his seat and the pants of his suit ripped right through the crotch. It was a huge hole. Turns out he goes commando 100% of the time. We looked around desperate to find something to fix it. Someone found some electrical tape, copper wire, and a pair of scissors outside the barn, and it was time to MacGyver something up quick.

It was crazy, none of his buddies would help him fix his pants. They were like 'thats gay dude' and 'I'm not looking at your dick!" This was seriously 10 minutes before the ceremony started, and his five closest male friends were too chicken shit to get near another dudes junk, and fix a hole before he stands in front of everyone he knows and gets married. Basically the least gay thing you can do(!) Fucking ridiculous.

I have worked in shops and studios/sets my whole adult life, so I know how to fix a thing that needs fixing. We couldn't really take off his pants, cuz he was commando. People were already seated, but someone might walk by. So I knelt in front of this guy, to the 'oooooo, he's gonna give him some head!'s and 'suck it bitch' of this dudes stupid ass friends. I had to convince his buddies to make a huddle around us for privacy.

I opened up the hole, his uncut cock was just dangling there. I was seriously like 4 inches from this dudes dick, could smell his axe body spray. His big hood covered the whole head of his very white cock. It was an average sized cock, but his balls hung down pretty low. He was totally shaved, pubes and big balls were clean as a baby (is that a macho thing? I don't get it). I had him cup his junk in one hand and hold the pants out with the other. I rigged this wire sewing job in like 5 minutes and put the electrical tape over it so his cock wouldn't get cut on the wire. I had to get at weird angles to get it all sewn up, and several times bumped, elbowed and grased his cock/balls, which were spilling out as he was only holding them with one hand. His nuts would flop out and he would have to re-grab them several times. At one point I remember trying to force this wire through the fabric, and just grabbing his junk with the other hand, to make sure if I used too much force, I would hit my hand and not his balls. We were in such a hurry that it didn't even register to either of us that I was cupping his sack. I think this dude was too stressed to even think about how much dick to dude contact was happening. He just stood there, deer in headlights, and did what I told him. His buddies made a few more comments, but started to get that shutting up would be way more helpful then saying stupid shit for the seventh time.

Once I was done, we had him let his cock down and I checked to make sure there were no sharp edges on it. At this point I had touched his dick several times in the rush to get it done. I gave my workmanship one last pat from the outside to make sure it could hold for a 30 minute ceremony. Not trying to be a creep, but feeling his package and nuts from the outside and making sure it wasn't near anything sharp. And he was good to go. Ceremony went fine. We found a bridesmaid with a sewing kit right afterwards, and she must have given him a proper fix before the dancing. He gave me a shout out in his toast for 'This guy! for pulling it together in the clutch'
 
I was a groomsmen in a wedding party a few years ago. I didn't really know the groom that well, the bride is my cousin, and I was basically just there to pad out the groomsmen side of the wedding party, as she wanted a million bridesmaids. The groom and the other groomsmen were all nice enough, really funny, macho Italian dudes. Slicked back hair, supe-ed cars. fun guys to party with, but pretty misogynistic, honestly.

The day of the wedding we were about 20 minutes out from the ceremony. All of us groomsmen were hiding out of sight behind a barn, waiting for things to start. The groom got up from his seat and the pants of his suit ripped right through the crotch. It was a huge hole. Turns out he goes commando 100% of the time. We looked around desperate to find something to fix it. Someone found some electrical tape, copper wire, and a pair of scissors outside the barn, and it was time to MacGyver something up quick.

It was crazy, none of his buddies would help him fix his pants. They were like 'thats gay dude' and 'I'm not looking at your dick!" This was seriously 10 minutes before the ceremony started, and his five closest male friends were too chicken shit to get near another dudes junk, and fix a hole before he stands in front of everyone he knows and gets married. Basically the least gay thing you can do(!) Fucking ridiculous.

I have worked in shops and studios/sets my whole adult life, so I know how to fix a thing that needs fixing. We couldn't really take off his pants, cuz he was commando. People were already seated, but someone might walk by. So I knelt in front of this guy, to the 'oooooo, he's gonna give him some head!'s and 'suck it bitch' of this dudes stupid ass friends. I had to convince his buddies to make a huddle around us for privacy.

I opened up the hole, his uncut cock was just dangling there. I was seriously like 4 inches from this dudes dick, could smell his axe body spray. His big hood covered the whole head of his very white cock. It was an average sized cock, but his balls hung down pretty low. He was totally shaved, pubes and big balls were clean as a baby (is that a macho thing? I don't get it). I had him cup his junk in one hand and hold the pants out with the other. I rigged this wire sewing job in like 5 minutes and put the electrical tape over it so his cock wouldn't get cut on the wire. I had to get at weird angles to get it all sewn up, and several times bumped, elbowed and grased his cock/balls, which were spilling out as he was only holding them with one hand. His nuts would flop out and he would have to re-grab them several times. At one point I remember trying to force this wire through the fabric, and just grabbing his junk with the other hand, to make sure if I used too much force, I would hit my hand and not his balls. We were in such a hurry that it didn't even register to either of us that I was cupping his sack. I think this dude was too stressed to even think about how much dick to dude contact was happening. He just stood there, deer in headlights, and did what I told him. His buddies made a few more comments, but started to get that shutting up would be way more helpful then saying stupid shit for the seventh time.

Once I was done, we had him let his cock down and I checked to make sure there were no sharp edges on it. At this point I had touched his dick several times in the rush to get it done. I gave my workmanship one last pat from the outside to make sure it could hold for a 30 minute ceremony. Not trying to be a creep, but feeling his package and nuts from the outside and making sure it wasn't near anything sharp. And he was good to go. Ceremony went fine. We found a bridesmaid with a sewing kit right afterwards, and she must have given him a proper fix before the dancing. He gave me a shout out in his toast for 'This guy! for pulling it together in the clutch'

that’s awesome.

I was on the receiving end of something similar when I was a teen. I’d done my groin from playing football and went to the local osteopath to get it fixed up. The guy who was treating me was this middle aged balding man, looked like an ex rugby player himself. As I had to be in my underwear due to the location of my injury, I asked my mum to just wait outside in the waiting room for the duration of the appointment.

Once I was in the room, I laid flat on my back in just my underwear while he was massaging and rotating my leg around in different movements including taking one knee up to my chest and stretching it there, leaning in with his whole body. My underwear at the time was an old pair of briefs, and they must’ve been a bit worn out or crooked on me because my balls ended up falling out one side from the leg hole.

I remember noticing when he would lay my leg flat again and start massaging my upper leg, his hands would rub and brush up against my balls every time he made a circular loop. It remained like that for the entire session and he made no mention of it. A few times when he was really pressing into my groin and holding it, my balls were resting up against the back of his hand/s.

He was a family man and had a picture on his desk. As I thanked him leaving the clinic after making another appointment for the next week, he said “no worries” to both my mum and I, and then looked at me and gave me a little wink just before I turned around to walk out.
 
that’s awesome.

I was on the receiving end of something similar when I was a teen. I’d done my groin from playing football and went to the local osteopath to get it fixed up. The guy who was treating me was this middle aged balding man, looked like an ex rugby player himself. As I had to be in my underwear due to the location of my injury, I asked my mum to just wait outside in the waiting room for the duration of the appointment.

Once I was in the room, I laid flat on my back in just my underwear while he was massaging and rotating my leg around in different movements including taking one knee up to my chest and stretching it there, leaning in with his whole body. My underwear at the time was an old pair of briefs, and they must’ve been a bit worn out or crooked on me because my balls ended up falling out one side from the leg hole.

I remember noticing when he would lay my leg flat again and start massaging my upper leg, his hands would rub and brush up against my balls every time he made a circular loop. It remained like that for the entire session and he made no mention of it. A few times when he was really pressing into my groin and holding it, my balls were resting up against the back of his hand/s.

He was a family man and had a picture on his desk. As I thanked him leaving the clinic after making another appointment for the next week, he said “no worries” to both my mum and I, and then looked at me and gave me a little wink just before I turned around to walk out.
Damn. Hot story. I picked the wrong career obviously.
 
For a few months in my old apartment there was a construction site in the alleyway outside my kitchen window. (It sucked as much as you would think). I was on the second floor, so I would see the construction workers working less than 20 feet away. They set up a makeshift camp under a tree, between my window and the job site where they would take breaks, leave there stuff and eat meals. Some of the guys would also use the area to piss in. I would be working at my kitchen table or making coffee, and one or two guys would walk back there, pull down their pants and take a piss, basically facing me. None of them were shy, and they would talk loudly and pissed right next to one another.

One dude stuck out over the rest of the guys. He was a tall, loud, very handsome looking Italian dude, with a thick Staten Island accent that you could hear a mile away. He wore the same red gym shorts every day and was free balling all the time, I was that close that I could tell from where I was sitting. You could see his dick swinging like a pendulum in his shorts as he walked, he must have known how visible it was. He would strut up towards the tree, talking to the other guys, pull down his gym shorts and just whip out his large cock, not trying to be modest at all. He would take his time and shake it out vigorously. He definitely made up for the construction site.

Not sure if this counts as an accidental dick slip, but I don't think he specifically knew I was there. Though sometimes I would be walking by the window and he and I would make eye contact, so they knew I was there. Who knows?
 
For a few months in my old apartment there was a construction site in the alleyway outside my kitchen window. (It sucked as much as you would think). I was on the second floor, so I would see the construction workers working less than 20 feet away. They set up a makeshift camp under a tree, between my window and the job site where they would take breaks, leave there stuff and eat meals. Some of the guys would also use the area to piss in. I would be working at my kitchen table or making coffee, and one or two guys would walk back there, pull down their pants and take a piss, basically facing me. None of them were shy, and they would talk loudly and pissed right next to one another.

One dude stuck out over the rest of the guys. He was a tall, loud, very handsome looking Italian dude, with a thick Staten Island accent that you could hear a mile away. He wore the same red gym shorts every day and was free balling all the time, I was that close that I could tell from where I was sitting. You could see his dick swinging like a pendulum in his shorts as he walked, he must have known how visible it was. He would strut up towards the tree, talking to the other guys, pull down his gym shorts and just whip out his large cock, not trying to be modest at all. He would take his time and shake it out vigorously. He definitely made up for the construction site.

Not sure if this counts as an accidental dick slip, but I don't think he specifically knew I was there. Though sometimes I would be walking by the window and he and I would make eye contact, so they knew I was there. Who knows?
Wish I was there
 
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In high school, In class once, there was a guy sitting across the room from me in shorts and his legs were kind of spread and I could see straight up his pant legs from across the room. He was wearing boxers so I could see his entire dick and balls right there.