Two related experiences to share: Once, when visiting Atlanta, I was in the Lenox Mall and a guy in a car flagged me down to ask directions. As I was giving them to him, I noticed he had hit pants to his ankles and hard cock sticking straight up. Was fun. I MAY have blown him in the parking garage shortly after. The second is I was moving from the east coast to Chicago, driving a U-haul the whole way. This guy in an amber-color suv kept passing me and then I'd pass him. He was cute and with each pass, he'd lost more of his clothes and appeared to be down to boxerbriefs. My tire went flat and I had to pull over. He pulled over as well ahead of me but I didn't notice that until much later - I was too busy trying to figure out what the hell to do. He got dressed and came back to my U-haul to check on me. I WISH I had said something along the lines of, "You didn't have to get dressed on my account" or some such thing. He was nice guy - followed me to the next exit so I could get busy fixing the situation. Still, fun memories.