I had a “really got to pee” experience a week ago while with a friend. In some ways, it still bothers me. Here goes:
A friend of many years died on New Year’s Day and I was able to reconnect with another gay friend at the funeral. I had not seen for 8-9 months previously. So, last Saturday, the day before Easter, I called the friend to tell him that I was doing a “cemetery run” to place some spring flowers on graves and I asked if he wanted to go to our mutual friend’s grave which is an hour away and located way out in a country cemetery. I offered to pick him up after I had gone to family members’ graves and he could tell by my description that it was out of my way to backtrack and pick him up. He offered to accompany me the entire trip and I accepted.
We had gone to the graves of 3 cemeteries when it came time to leave the city area and start driving on narrow pit hole infested country roads. I was willing to stop st a gas station in case he had to pee before our departure from the city, but he declined. So, we started on our trek. It was a great day out with beautiful blue skies, a slight chill in the air, but a great welcome from the rain we had all week. We both wore jeans, t shirts and lightweight leather jackets. We made it to the country cemetery where our friend was buried in the family plot. We had enjoyed great conversation on the way and I was really glad that I had invited him to tag along.
I surprised my friend with a couple beers in a cooler, my deceased friend’s favorite craft beers, and we enjoyed them graveside as we reminisced about the friend we lost to brain cancer. I had brought 3 beers since I knew I would not have 2 while driving. My friend took me up on the second beer. We talked a while at the cemetery and I placed some flowers there . We bitched about the marker not having his date of death engraved yet and since it was getting warmer, we took our jackets off. It was time for our drive home and we wanted to be comfortable in the car. Before leaving the cemetery and putting the cooler in the trunk, I grabbed an empty plastic cup from firehouse subs out of my trunk and put it on the floor of the backseat area. We then started home.
The roads there are narrow and there is literally nowhere to pull over. The roads are shaped like a snake, lots of curves and unfortunately due to Marcellus shale drilling in the area, filled with bad potholes from all of the trucks on the road.
We were about 20 minutes into the drive home when I realized that I needed to pee pretty bad. I asked him to reach back and grab the cup. He looked a little puzzled as to what I planned on doing while driving. I unzipped and positioned the cup and plopped my 7 incher over the top and let go. I clearly had done this before! When I finished, just having one hand free, I got the drivers side window down, came to a complete stop and poured the contents out the window. Now, because I only had one hand free, my dick was still setting there in all of its glory. I handed the cup to my friend and asked if he needed to go before I dropped the cup over the seat to the floor again. My friend had laughed when he saw my process, and I think he took a few extra glances at my dick just lying there before I zipped up, but I figured he had seen it before, so no big deal. As I figured out later, I am not sure he had seen it before, though he had to have seen my bulge before,
My friend said he really did have to go, but didn’t know if he could go in a cup in a moving car. I didn’t have any other options to offer for the next 30 minutes, so I just encouraged him to go. Rte 250 is long, curvy and with potholes a burden on the bladder!
So, my friend unzipped and because he had reluctance to pee in the car, I gave him privacy and did not look over at him. I figured he might be pee shy and any glances from me might make it worse.
Now, here is the sad part that has bothered me all week. Somehow or other, and again, I did not witness it due to the reasons I stated, he missed the cup while peeing and literally had wet the front of his jeans and also the inside thighs. He was clearly very embarrassed so my initial reaction of wanting to laugh about it wasn’t going to work. He eventually explained that he has a pretty small flaccid penis and he couldn’t get enough of it out and over the lip of the cup. I could tell this confession was a very painful one for him. As a social worker, I am a sucker for emotional pain, so I listened carefully and empathetically. He also confessed about how it had affected his life, the number of things he had not done, such as sports that involved showers and what he has avoided in life. He said he gets a healthy
6 inches when he is erect, but the limp size has crippled his life due to some bullying when he was younger. To be honest, I was somewhat flabbergasted. I always liked this guy because he is a very genuine person and it really bothered me to know the emotional pain he experiences. We didn’t travel in the same circles as he is a supervisor at a factory.
We eventually ended our day together, his pants dried sufficiently that the dark denim didn’t show dampness much and I dropped him off. We have plans to play basketball together next Saturday and I offered to pick him up and then I said we would just leave after the game without showering. He loves to play, so he took me up on it immediately. Eventually, I would love to get him to use the showers, but baby steps are best now.
I have read on here about some bullying and shame that dome guys feel that are less endowed. Through no fault of their own, they got the wrong dick genes. I’ve never been into SPH and would be lousy at it. I guess it is against the grain for me to humiliate anyone.
And that I’d my “got to pee” story. One of us was successful, one was not, but we both got a lot closer to each other as a result of the sharing. I can’t help thinking that my deceased friend would be pleased with what he caused to happen.