Similar to
@RowanB (above,
Ever had a straight guy show off his cock to you?, story 1), I had a random encounter one Saturday night in the Wetherspoon's pub in London's Victoria station, several years ago. I've told this story before, aeons ago, elsewhere, buried in LPSG forums, so apologies if you remember it.
I was at the pub with four or five of my mates, having a post-work drinking session, in the early evening, before we split and went our separate ways. After a couple of pints (and a few coffees earlier) I had the need to use the "facilities". The urinals there were along one wall, two stainless steel troughs, about a metre/3 feet off the ground, each covering half of the wall length, on the left-hand wall as you entered. I stood at the far end of the right-hand trough (alone) and was in mid-flow, when this lad came in and went and stood at the opposite end of the other trough. I finished up, gave the obligatory few shakes, and was about to push my cock back into my jeans, when a comment came from the other end, "Nice cock, mate". "Er, thanks" I said, as I zipped up and turned towards the wash basin, immediately behind me. I washed my hands, used the hot air dryer and then turned towards the exit door, which was behind the other guy, on the side wall. As I moved towards the door, this lad (still there) turned away from the urinal, so that I got a ninety degree view of his semi-hard, fairly sizeable, uncut cock, which he ran his thumb and forefinger along, above and below the shaft. I nodded, left the toilet and rejoined my friends for another beer.
A few minutes later, I noticed, a couple of (standing) groups away, the same lad, with his mate and a couple of girls. As I looked across, he glanced at me, smiled and winked. I looked away and concentrated on the conversation with my mates.
A little later I need to go for a piss again. Exactly the same thing happened. I took up the same place, he followed me in and took up position at the other end of the urinal. "Great cock", he said. When I looked along, he was not pissing but standing, stroking his almost erect, uncut cock. It was a decent, chunky cock, about 7" long, and he stood gently stroking his foreskin back and forth over the head. Slightly concerned that I might be about to get my head kicked in (or arrested) I made a move for the door. However, he caught hold of my right arm as I passed, grabbed my hand and positioned it firmly on his cock. At that point, the outer door made a noise and I, again, made a rapid exit to rejoin my friends.
Once again, every time I made (accidental) eye contact with him in the bar, he grinned and raised his eyebrows at me, then went back to chatting with his mate and the two girls.
A while later, same thing. I went for a pee. He followed me into the toilet. This time he stood closer to me and stood, openly wanking so that I could see. Inevitably, I got hard as well and we both stood for three or four minutes, watching each other, caressing our throbbing dicks. Eventually, we started a bit of a conversation and I established that he and his best mate (and their girlfriends!) were off into the West End for a Saturday night out. He said that he'd like to meet up with me again some time, for a bit of mutual play. Eventually, we swapped numbers and, after being disturbed again, went back to our respective groups. Later that week, I did get a phone call from him asking to meet. However, he lived as far from London, on the opposite side from me, so it never actually happened.