It was something completely out of left field for me. I’d never even imagined that I’d ever do anything like it.
You see I’m still young, seventeen, and I don’t have a whole lot of sexual experience. I had a girlfriend for about a year, and we went all the way about half a dozen times. We fooled around, you know, hands and mouths, a lot more than that. But I’ve only done more than making out and feeling up with two other girls. Both amounted to my finger-fucking them and then them, going down on me. With each girl, it happened exactly once.
So, I don’t have a lot of experience, but I’ve never once questioned my orientation. Being into sports I’ve seen quite a few other guys naked in the shower or whatever, and not once given them a second thought, or a second look. Even after what happened I still think it was just a freak thing, but...
So, it was a Thursday evening, and I met a friend at a little theatre to see a movie. It was an art house with only two screens and wasn’t very crowded. When the movie ended, we stood in the lobby, talking and finishing our sodas. Instead of walking out together, we’d said goodbye there as I had a pressing need to go take a leak. By this time another show had started, and the place was deserted.
The theatre was old, and the bathroom hadn’t been redone in fifty years or so. When you walked in there were two sinks to your left, two stalls to the right, and a half wall separating the sinks from the urinal. I could see a guy, standing with his back to that wall, glance towards me quickly and then turn back to his business. I’d never been to the can in this theatre and assumed there were multiple urinals behind that wall. So, I headed that way.
There was, in fact, only one urinal, one of those old multi-person ones and this guy was standing at the far end of it. There was only room for two, but there was enough room for him to get past me, so I moved up beside him.
I unzipped, pulled out my cock, and let loose a powerful stream of piss.
Now like I said I’d never had any leanings toward guys in a sexual way and was certainly not in the habit of checking out their packages in public bathrooms. However, some movement caught the corner of my eye, and I glanced quickly over at him.
What I saw very definitely took me by surprise. This guy was, not surprisingly standing there with his dick in his hand, pointing it at the urinal. What was surprising, however, was that the dick in question was quite obviously semi-erect.
He was slowly, half squeezing, half pulling on it with his left hand. It was that movement that caught my eye. He wasn’t pissing and I quickly assumed that he was merely squeezing off the last few drops.
Diverting my gaze to the customary straight-ahead angle I continued to pee. As I’d had a large soda and had been holding it in for pretty much the entire movie, it seemed as if I was pissing for days. Despite the protracted time this guy never zipped up and moved away. As my stream finally started to slack, I glanced quickly over at him again.
He was still standing there with his left hand lazily pulling on his cock. With me on his right, this meant I had a very clear view of his actions. His dick was even bigger now, and when I say bigger, I mean huge. It had to be at least seven and a half inches long and looked almost as thick around as my wrist. And… it was clearly not yet fully erect. I glanced up quickly and he was looking at me, although we both quickly looked away.
What the hell was this guy doing? My first instinct was to zip up and get the hell out of there. But there was something that seemed to keep me standing there.
For one thing, I was curious just how big this guy was going to get. At the same time, I was curious about how far he was going to go if I stayed. Also, I wasn’t really quite done pissing. But to be honest I also had another reaction.
I found it kind of cool that this guy was so brazen. I mean, sure it was an art house theatre in a neighborhood that had a significant number of gays living in it, but still this guy was flashing his hard-on in a public place, to a complete stranger.
On the other hand, it also was feeling awkward as hell, and I guess that was what made me start talking.
“What movie did you see?” I think my voice even cracked.
“View...” he said softly.
“Me too,” I replied and looked at his face. “What’d you think?”
“I liked it,” he kind of smiled, “a little dark, but...”
“Yeah, pretty depressing.” I couldn’t seem to keep myself from glancing down. He now had his hand wrapped around the base, and sure enough, it was even bigger. The head was fat and purple, and some veins had started to show on the shaft.
I looked away.
My flow of piss had stopped completely several moments before, and I shook my cock a couple of times to make sure there’d be no drops. I really think I was about to leave when I heard his voice again.
“The acting was really something,” I looked again at his face, “especially the kid.”
“Yeah, I was impressed.” The irony of my reply struck me, and I once again looked down at his impressive cock. He held his hand tightly against his pubic bone, the fingers still wrapped tightly around the base. I guessed he must be fully erect now as it stood out about nine inches and pointed upwards at an angle. It was as if it was on display, which I guess it was. The purple head was the size of a lemon. The thick shaft was now crisscrossed by prominently outlined veins. It was pretty amazing.