His cock was long and lean and nestled snugly inside his hand. Even soft, his dick was still a handful, and he smiled slightly as he skinned his wrinkled-up foreskin all the way back and looked at his big bulging cockhead in the afternoon sunlight. The darker colored rays from the sun seemed to make his purplish cockhead look deeper in color, as if it was flushed with excitement or bulging with hot youthful blood.
Only that wasn’t the case at all. Tagg just had to take a piss. For the last half hour his bladder had been giving him holy hell, nagging at him, thumping away madly, demanding that he stop the noisy old tractor long enough to get rid of some of the built-up pressure.