1. Restaurant bathroom
2. It was a quick glance, but maybe 7 inches soft? Also looked like it was uncut, which is not the norm in the US. It looked weighty and thick, too. But the bathroom wasn't brightly lit and I'd say I looked for a second or less!
3. One of my best friends. At the time we'd known each other about 3 years, so this was a good 10 years ago. His GF at the time liked to say he was 9 inches hard, and he'd always be so modest & polite, so I assumed there was some truth to her boasts on his behalf. When we were finally at a pair of urinals that had no divider I just couldn't resist the quickest glance.
4. I wanted to reach out and wrap may hand around it while looking into his eyes. While I'm no 9-incher, I'm comfortably thick, so I wanted him to reach over and wrap his hand around mine. But it was a busy restaurant, and he presents as 100% straight vs me being Bi (which I'm not open about in real life- just here on good old anonymous LPSG). So my reaction was to have a mini fantasy getaway in my head!
He's married, has a kid, and has never expressed any outright bisexual leanings. BUT, over the years of our friendship he's been been my most emotionally supportive friend. And he's also engaged in a LOT of incidental stuff over the years that either is me blindly missing his cues, or me reading my own wants into things! Examples include him choosing to sit next to me on the couch close enough for our legs to firmly touch (even when there's a lot more room); throwing me occasional glances that make me wonder; making casual/socially acceptable hetero contact/incidental physical contact with me (brushing his leg against mine when seated, greeting me with a big hug, touching my arm to move past me). One time he let me give him a seated, fully dressed back rub when he complained of sore muscles after a workout. And during the above urinal incident I would swear I remember looking at him to see him looking at me looking at his cock and smiling, but this was a long time ago, we'd both had a couple drinks at dinner, and memories can lie sometimes.
And finally, there were two times we both said something hinting at more. Unfortunately, both times we were drunk. After we sobered up he either wouldn't even acknowledge what was said or or says something like, "Man, we drank too much!". The first one, I offered to be the third in a MMF with his GF. He drunkenly thanked me, but it never went anywhere. The second time, he'd had a fight with his GF before we all went out, and after he and I had a couple drinks he said he wanted to go outside for air and had me go with him. We went around the corned, and he put his hand on my shoulder. He drunkenly slurred that he wished things could be different. And like a fu*king fool I told him I wanted to have that conversation when he was sober. The next time we saw one another I asked him what he meant by wishing things could be different. He said he had no memory of saying that and couldn't remember what he would have meant.
I mean, when I write it all down it paints a pretty friggin' clear picture, but I'm self-aware enough to know I'm also seeing what I want. And even if I'm right, I GET why he's hesitant. US puritanical society really frowns on guys who present as hetero, and are in monogamous marriages, to dip even one toe out of the "100% Straight" lane. But damn! I'd rather have my friend and the question unanswered, than have an ex-friend and a disappointing answer. Plus, I'm pretty sure his wife has been picking up on this attraction (mutual?) over the years, because this year she's actively worked to cut me out of their lives, or at least cut off my regular access to my friend. What had been dinner or social functions every couple weeks has turned into us texting each other once every other month to see how the other is doing. and I get it. He has a LOT more to lose than I do. And I'd stand to lose a lot too, if I publicly dipped that toe out of the Straight Lane.
But at least I got to see his cock once.