I wear looser fit jeans and longer pullover shirts which helps conceal my bulge, yet sometimes it’s still obvious. And although some say your flaccid is longer when you need to piss, it seems like mine’s just the opposite — and no it’s not from excessively beating it on the side of the urinal after going. It’s more like my cock is saying, “Damn, I was all scrunched up trying to hold all that in. So aaah, feels good now to relax and stretch out again.”
But yes, some women are crotch gazers. Never fails that every Sunday morning upon leaving my favorite restaurant’s restroom, the same woman sitting at the table closest to the johns has her eyes fixed looking towards my belt buckle. Stares so intently at only that one place that I’d bet money that she probably couldn’t pick my face out of a police lineup. Now my crotch would be a different story.