Okay, yeah, I admit, I peek. All guys do, gay, straight, neuter, old or young. But I find nothing worse than being in severe pain from having had to pee three hours ago, my withered shlong limp praying to the limpid waters withing porcelain lips, my soul desperately wanting, needing to relieve my exploding bladder, and knowing that there is a guy next to me who is peaking. At ANY other time, I would be happy to indulge his curiosity. But NOT when I've got this vise gripping my innards, my bladder compressing to unnatural pressures capable of turning pencil lead into diamonds, tears running down my cheeks, and nary a drop of piss passing my now purple dick head, with no relief in sight! Lord a mercy, a head rush, a little head rush would be better than an orgasm! I close my eyes in prayer, turn my face toward the heaven, I use the Force, and magically, he is gone. And finally, FINALLY, the waters flow. I open my eyes as the force is with me. And scrunch!