This happened to me during the winter break and I figured I should share the story as it’s been replaying in my mind ever since. I’ll use code names and won’t share specific details to remain anonymous. I figured I’d extend it to separate parts as it would be a lot as one post.
Pt. 1
I’ve known Carlos for 6 years. We’d met in college, liked each other enough to become roommates, then separated as we graduated 2 years ago. He’s 25, like me, and he recently got engaged to some girl he met at his job. While I’m happy for his engagement, I’ve always had major feelings for him and it’s hurt knowing my chances were on the floor at ever getting with him.
Carlos is attractive in a goofy way - the kind of guy you may have overlooked for his more conventionally attractive friend, but then you realize he’s the whole package once you get to know him. He’s got a rugged physique, and is a real handy man. He plays sports with his friends for fun and he’s a real drinker, so he’s somewhat developed a slight dad bod over the years. He’s Mexican too, and I’ve always had a preference towards darker skinned guys. He’s also on the taller side, measuring maybe 5’11” to my 5’7”.
Anyway, Carlos invited me over for a holiday weekend and, as his fiance had other plans that night, he took me out to a popular venue he’d heard about. We had a few rounds of beers and caught up on the latest in our lives. Eventually I needed to take a piss, and I kinda excused myself and hoped he would stay put. Being gay, I’ve always somehow felt awkward sharing a bathroom with straight friends. And, to my dismay, Carlos chimed in and decided to join me.
As I opened the bathroom door I was dumbfounded at the layout. Right in front of the entrance laid a central two-sided trough with traditional metal urinals hanging low to the ground. The troughs were topped with a wooden rack to place your drink that was shared by both sides. There was then a significant gap between the rack and the bottom of a central wall that divided the two spaces and began at around the average person’s eye level.
Suddenly, Carlos reached for his phone and initiated a phone call with Ben, one of his high school buddies. A wave of relief came over me as Carlos chose the right side of the trough and I was able to walk to the opposite side with no hesitation.
As I unzipped my pants and took out my dick, I suddenly stared in disbelief as I realized that from my angle I could see through the wall’s gap and had a direct view of my friend’s cock. As I heard Carlos continue chatting on his phone, unable to see beyond his lips as the top wall covered the rest of his face, I got a free reign view of what was a fat, easily 6-inch uncut brown cock sitting on two hefty hairy balls that were held tightly in front of his jeans. I felt my body tense up and my mind spinning as I then saw a yellow jet of piss come out of his big head that was covered by a thick foreskin. I stared at the same messy happy trail I’d seen rest on his belly in the past, now laying on top of an arousing untrimmed bush.
While we’d live together and even gone to the locker rooms in the past, Carlos has always been very conservative with his body and I’d only seen him shirtless in his shorts at the most. Even when I’d talk to him about my gay sexual encounters, he’d refrain from expressing his sexual urges and noted he was waiting for the right girl. There’d been many moments I’d thought of him naked, but I’d never imagine him with a soda can for a cock.
I tried to look away as it felt wrong and then panicked when I saw noticed my half-hard dick beginning to leak precum. I instantly moved it down and closed my mind enough to piss, then panicked at the thought of Carlos possibly seeing my erection and dick in the same way I saw his. I made a quick mental analysis and figured that as a) he was on his phone continuing to talk to his friend and b) he was slightly taller than me so he’d likely be staring into the wall, that he was not getting the same view as I was and may be completely oblivious at the interaction.
I took another glance and was mesmerized at the solid never ending stream of piss and I nearly lost it when he rose his left hand to interactively explain something to his friend over the phone and let go of his dick. With the thick foreskin left unretracted, splatters of piss would jump to different directions, including spots on his jeans. While still soft, I even noticed he “jolted” his dick at one point and kinda flexed it while a central vein perked up. My dick began to throb so much it hurt as my hand covered it up downwards.
Eventually his stream slowed down, as did my own, and I finally saw him peel his foreskin back as he shook the last drips of piss. His dick’s dark pink’s head was then revealed, and he then proceeded to shake his cock which bounced on all sides as if made by rubber.
I found myself drooling and I noticed a glossy layer of precum that had developed on my dick. I had now become fully hard, and my hand holding it down was the only thing stopping me from fully exposing myself. I tucked in my dick on my underwear seam as I tried to hide my raging erection and join Carlos at the sinks. I nervously gazed and read his face for some type of indication or awkwardness of what had just happened, and he was completely invested in his conversation on the phone about whatever some other friend had gotten into. As I washed my hands my mind began to slip as the image of Carlos’ fat cock almost felt imprinted on my eyes when Carlos interrupted me and casually asked if I was leaving with him. I snapped out of it, agreed and followed him out to the bar.
Pt. 1
I’ve known Carlos for 6 years. We’d met in college, liked each other enough to become roommates, then separated as we graduated 2 years ago. He’s 25, like me, and he recently got engaged to some girl he met at his job. While I’m happy for his engagement, I’ve always had major feelings for him and it’s hurt knowing my chances were on the floor at ever getting with him.
Carlos is attractive in a goofy way - the kind of guy you may have overlooked for his more conventionally attractive friend, but then you realize he’s the whole package once you get to know him. He’s got a rugged physique, and is a real handy man. He plays sports with his friends for fun and he’s a real drinker, so he’s somewhat developed a slight dad bod over the years. He’s Mexican too, and I’ve always had a preference towards darker skinned guys. He’s also on the taller side, measuring maybe 5’11” to my 5’7”.
Anyway, Carlos invited me over for a holiday weekend and, as his fiance had other plans that night, he took me out to a popular venue he’d heard about. We had a few rounds of beers and caught up on the latest in our lives. Eventually I needed to take a piss, and I kinda excused myself and hoped he would stay put. Being gay, I’ve always somehow felt awkward sharing a bathroom with straight friends. And, to my dismay, Carlos chimed in and decided to join me.
As I opened the bathroom door I was dumbfounded at the layout. Right in front of the entrance laid a central two-sided trough with traditional metal urinals hanging low to the ground. The troughs were topped with a wooden rack to place your drink that was shared by both sides. There was then a significant gap between the rack and the bottom of a central wall that divided the two spaces and began at around the average person’s eye level.
Suddenly, Carlos reached for his phone and initiated a phone call with Ben, one of his high school buddies. A wave of relief came over me as Carlos chose the right side of the trough and I was able to walk to the opposite side with no hesitation.
As I unzipped my pants and took out my dick, I suddenly stared in disbelief as I realized that from my angle I could see through the wall’s gap and had a direct view of my friend’s cock. As I heard Carlos continue chatting on his phone, unable to see beyond his lips as the top wall covered the rest of his face, I got a free reign view of what was a fat, easily 6-inch uncut brown cock sitting on two hefty hairy balls that were held tightly in front of his jeans. I felt my body tense up and my mind spinning as I then saw a yellow jet of piss come out of his big head that was covered by a thick foreskin. I stared at the same messy happy trail I’d seen rest on his belly in the past, now laying on top of an arousing untrimmed bush.
While we’d live together and even gone to the locker rooms in the past, Carlos has always been very conservative with his body and I’d only seen him shirtless in his shorts at the most. Even when I’d talk to him about my gay sexual encounters, he’d refrain from expressing his sexual urges and noted he was waiting for the right girl. There’d been many moments I’d thought of him naked, but I’d never imagine him with a soda can for a cock.
I tried to look away as it felt wrong and then panicked when I saw noticed my half-hard dick beginning to leak precum. I instantly moved it down and closed my mind enough to piss, then panicked at the thought of Carlos possibly seeing my erection and dick in the same way I saw his. I made a quick mental analysis and figured that as a) he was on his phone continuing to talk to his friend and b) he was slightly taller than me so he’d likely be staring into the wall, that he was not getting the same view as I was and may be completely oblivious at the interaction.
I took another glance and was mesmerized at the solid never ending stream of piss and I nearly lost it when he rose his left hand to interactively explain something to his friend over the phone and let go of his dick. With the thick foreskin left unretracted, splatters of piss would jump to different directions, including spots on his jeans. While still soft, I even noticed he “jolted” his dick at one point and kinda flexed it while a central vein perked up. My dick began to throb so much it hurt as my hand covered it up downwards.
Eventually his stream slowed down, as did my own, and I finally saw him peel his foreskin back as he shook the last drips of piss. His dick’s dark pink’s head was then revealed, and he then proceeded to shake his cock which bounced on all sides as if made by rubber.
I found myself drooling and I noticed a glossy layer of precum that had developed on my dick. I had now become fully hard, and my hand holding it down was the only thing stopping me from fully exposing myself. I tucked in my dick on my underwear seam as I tried to hide my raging erection and join Carlos at the sinks. I nervously gazed and read his face for some type of indication or awkwardness of what had just happened, and he was completely invested in his conversation on the phone about whatever some other friend had gotten into. As I washed my hands my mind began to slip as the image of Carlos’ fat cock almost felt imprinted on my eyes when Carlos interrupted me and casually asked if I was leaving with him. I snapped out of it, agreed and followed him out to the bar.
