Little boys running by in packs with their tallywackers flopping proudly would make me cringe a little on the inside, every time. As they squatted in the dirt to pick up some stick or stone, I would covertly watch as their junk hung lower ... and lower ... but never quite grazed the ground. Once I saw a toddler heading across the soccer field, letting lose a stream that watered the ground in front of him like a sprinkler as he ran.
I always tried not to stare. But when a nekkid boy (no matter how young), is in front of you, your eyes aren't drawn to his face. Trust me.