I’ve played rugby all my life. At school and as an adult. I met Mark at my current rugby club and we’ve played together for a few years now. He’s gay but you couldn’t tell, very manly, tall, muscly but lean, dark hair and a strong jawline that is always clean shaven; a really lovely guy.
We’re such close friends that I would never approach and initiate anything even though I’ve thought about what he looks like naked several times. He has amazing legs and a perky bum, he works out regularly and has defined arms. We go out drinking often so he doesn’t have abs and neither do I however you could see that he has the potential if he decided to eat a very clean diet.
Anyway, one night it’s our mutual friends birthday and we go to a bar which does live music/comedy/drag etc…and the act is a friend of a friend who I’ve slept with before. They’re on stage doing a comedy bit and notice that my friends and I are in the audience. They decide to call on me and do a brief bit of insult comedy. However, before I am off the hook they end with saying “but at least he’s good in bed,” and winks at me. The audience laughs not knowing the inside joke that is there between friends. It’s well-known that I like an evening companion from time to time and mostly the reviews are very positive.
Before the next act goes on I decide to go to the toilet and Mark decides to come as well.
The male toilets are all urinals with one cubicle. There is another toilet across the bar that is just cubicles (gender-neutral). I go to the urinal, this deep, old metal trough that makes a loud reverberating noise when you pee against it. Due to urinal etiquette I expect Mark to go to the other end of the urinal but instead he stands right next to me, leaving no space. We start chatting about what a great night it is so far and how drunk I’m starting to feel and I look over at his face and notice he’s looking down at my crotch. Not just looking but staring. He’s still talking to me but his eyes are completely unmoved on my dick, almost like he’s talking directly to it. I’m in a bit of shock because he’s never dropped hints that he’s interested aside from the occasional, “does this selfie make me look good”. I’m not even his type!
I can feel myself getting a semi just from him watching me and I can’t help but look down at his dick. I think to myself, he won’t notice because he’s check me out and besides that he probably wants me to. I look over and see his rock hard boner pointing right out! It’s got a good girth about the same size as mine with average length, shorter than when I’m hard. He’s got big balls that are tight to his body, probably because he’s wearing briefs and short, trimmed, black pubes. I carry on talking to him about nothing at all whilst we’re just staring at each other’s dicks until someone else walks in and I do a couple of fake shakes, wash my hands and leave as if nothing happened. I never got fully hard, only semi, and I’m a bit frustrated that I didn’t take the opportunity to show off to him.
The night carries on and our whole friendship group is getting more and more drunk and we end up going to several different bars and I notice that every time I go to the toilet, Mark goes as well and he always stands right next to me at the urinal and looks at my dick. Each time, I take a quick look and see that he’s either hard or got a semi. A couple of times I notice he strokes a little bit and his dick plumps further. I start thinking if I should go to a cubicle next time and see what he does. Would he follow me in? By the end of the night I don’t have the courage or the urine left to test my theory and I go home alone. I shoot a massive load thinking about him sucking me off and wonder if I missed an amazing opportunity or if I stopped myself from ruining our friendship. From time to time I wonder if he remembers what my dick looks like. We’ve never spoken about it since.
We’re such close friends that I would never approach and initiate anything even though I’ve thought about what he looks like naked several times. He has amazing legs and a perky bum, he works out regularly and has defined arms. We go out drinking often so he doesn’t have abs and neither do I however you could see that he has the potential if he decided to eat a very clean diet.
Anyway, one night it’s our mutual friends birthday and we go to a bar which does live music/comedy/drag etc…and the act is a friend of a friend who I’ve slept with before. They’re on stage doing a comedy bit and notice that my friends and I are in the audience. They decide to call on me and do a brief bit of insult comedy. However, before I am off the hook they end with saying “but at least he’s good in bed,” and winks at me. The audience laughs not knowing the inside joke that is there between friends. It’s well-known that I like an evening companion from time to time and mostly the reviews are very positive.
Before the next act goes on I decide to go to the toilet and Mark decides to come as well.
The male toilets are all urinals with one cubicle. There is another toilet across the bar that is just cubicles (gender-neutral). I go to the urinal, this deep, old metal trough that makes a loud reverberating noise when you pee against it. Due to urinal etiquette I expect Mark to go to the other end of the urinal but instead he stands right next to me, leaving no space. We start chatting about what a great night it is so far and how drunk I’m starting to feel and I look over at his face and notice he’s looking down at my crotch. Not just looking but staring. He’s still talking to me but his eyes are completely unmoved on my dick, almost like he’s talking directly to it. I’m in a bit of shock because he’s never dropped hints that he’s interested aside from the occasional, “does this selfie make me look good”. I’m not even his type!
I can feel myself getting a semi just from him watching me and I can’t help but look down at his dick. I think to myself, he won’t notice because he’s check me out and besides that he probably wants me to. I look over and see his rock hard boner pointing right out! It’s got a good girth about the same size as mine with average length, shorter than when I’m hard. He’s got big balls that are tight to his body, probably because he’s wearing briefs and short, trimmed, black pubes. I carry on talking to him about nothing at all whilst we’re just staring at each other’s dicks until someone else walks in and I do a couple of fake shakes, wash my hands and leave as if nothing happened. I never got fully hard, only semi, and I’m a bit frustrated that I didn’t take the opportunity to show off to him.
The night carries on and our whole friendship group is getting more and more drunk and we end up going to several different bars and I notice that every time I go to the toilet, Mark goes as well and he always stands right next to me at the urinal and looks at my dick. Each time, I take a quick look and see that he’s either hard or got a semi. A couple of times I notice he strokes a little bit and his dick plumps further. I start thinking if I should go to a cubicle next time and see what he does. Would he follow me in? By the end of the night I don’t have the courage or the urine left to test my theory and I go home alone. I shoot a massive load thinking about him sucking me off and wonder if I missed an amazing opportunity or if I stopped myself from ruining our friendship. From time to time I wonder if he remembers what my dick looks like. We’ve never spoken about it since.