urinal conversations

I was in Ibiza this week and went to a big dance party (Children of the 80's) at the Hard Rock Cafe. When I went into the mens room, there was just a long trough. Not that unusual. But there was only a half wall between the mens side and the women's side with just a few slats. They had a full view of all the guys pissing at the trough. Looking into the woman's side, is all you see is the sink area. You could have easily had a conversation with a woman while peeing in full view of her at the trough. That was a first. You gotta love how casual the Europeans are about showing dick.
 
No dividers at the police academy, and no one cared. We made small talk in the locker room and pissed while talking. I don’t remember many conversations about our cocks lol, but almost everyone was very at ease with each other.

At work at my station, you’ll get a “hey, what’s up, Etc” while pissing or a conversation but haven’t had a guy make a pass, yet.
 
A few months ago, I’d gone out with a group of friends/work colleagues to a leaving meal for someone from the team. After the restaurant 7 of us had walked across town to a bar, one guy and the only girl who was still out had gone to the bar to get a round in and the rest of us ended up heading to the gents sort of at the same time (first a couple, then another 1, the another) so that 5 of us had ended up in the toilet at the same time, Iguess none of us had pee’d at the restaurant.

The first 4 of us were squeezed into the only trough, the fifth guy had to wait a bit, and after the obligatory “Hurry up” he’d looked down the line of us and said “Jesus boys, there’s some big cocks here!” Everyone pissed themselves laughing!
 
A couple of friends and I were on the road for a few hours, we stopped to eat, my buddy and both go into the mens room. There are two urinals and a toilet stall. We are pissing, talking about nothing much and I "Damn, that water is cold and deep" my buddy is like "really?" and the guy in the stall burst out laughing.
 
I was just in Las Vegas to attend two Lady Gaga concerts. The first one was her big extravaganza with all the dancers, fireworks and her singing her hits. The second night was her singing jazz numbers with a classical orchestra. That was phenomenal. Tony Bennett made a guest appearance.

Anyway, after the concert, I went to the men's room. After doing my business, I am standing there waiting for an opening at the sink with the place entirely packed. This guy started going on about my bulge asking me what the hell is in those pants. Is that your wallet? I look at him and say, not just my big dick. He is saying he doesn't believe it and wants to feel if it is real. I tell him go ahead. So he.e gives my cock a squeeze. Then with all these other guys around starts going on about how big my dick is. and telling other guys to feel it. Most guys just looked, but one other guy gave me a squeeze. I walk out of there and he and this other guy are walking through the casino next to me, still talking about my dick. I think some drinking might have been involved.
 
I shared one of the Paris uritrottoirs with two Germans early last summer. The things are built like mailboxes in the US, stuck out on the street, bright red and have a flag overhead with a picture of how you're supposed to use them. The lip is like a urinal, made for one. But, as I'm fishing out my dick, the Germans run up and crowd beside me. Our shoulders and arms are touching and cock heads end up inches apart.

As they belly in, the Germans are telling me that they have to go bad - I know enough German to tell. They see my circumcised and ask me if I'm Jewish. "American," I answer and they switch to English. They ask me if I've been at the bar (about 100 yards away) and I say I have. Them, too. We have a nice conversation that focuses on dicks and foreskins. All the while dozens of people walk a foot or two behind us. They invite me back to their hostel to party. I can say, German guys are not shy.
 
A Spanish colleague once chose the urinal next to me (usually colleagues choose the stalls if somebody is already at the urinals). He ended his piss and washed his hands and I was still pissing at full power, so he addressed to me some comment, he was impressed about the amount of piss.

In Ireland at the pub a couple of guys talked to me while we were pissing at the wall (the urinal was a wall). We were very close and I was afraid that I couldn't piss any more, but I could, no issue at all. It was cool.
 
I don't talk to strangers or even my colleagues while using urinals even though we are not using the right-next-to-each-othetr urinals. However, I have a vert good friend who always ends up using urinal next to each other, either i go first he follows, or another way around. And we keep our conversation going. We definitely saw each other penises.
 
Never talked to strangers at the urinal. Rarely talk to people I know while taking care of business at the urinal either. If we talk on the way to the restroom the conversation stops when I whip it out and continues when I'm washing my hands.
 
I was just in Las Vegas to attend two Lady Gaga concerts. The first one was her big extravaganza with all the dancers, fireworks and her singing her hits. The second night was her singing jazz numbers with a classical orchestra. That was phenomenal. Tony Bennett made a guest appearance.

Anyway, after the concert, I went to the men's room. After doing my business, I am standing there waiting for an opening at the sink with the place entirely packed. This guy started going on about my bulge asking me what the hell is in those pants. Is that your wallet? I look at him and say, not just my big dick. He is saying he doesn't believe it and wants to feel if it is real. I tell him go ahead. So he.e gives my cock a squeeze. Then with all these other guys around starts going on about how big my dick is. and telling other guys to feel it. Most guys just looked, but one other guy gave me a squeeze. I walk out of there and he and this other guy are walking through the casino next to me, still talking about my dick. I think some drinking might have been involved.


It's a shame you didn't show it! XD
 
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I forgot one. I went to Citizen's Bank Park to see a Springsteen Concert. Went into the urinal and I go next to this guy. Not only was he attractive but was hanging a jaw dropping cock, I estimate at least six inches, soft of course.

The conversation was short:

"What are you looking at Faggot"?

To make is more humiliating, I am in Philadelphia wearing a New York Giants football jersey. I bet every time he watches the Eagles play the Giants he tells this story.
 
I had an interesting conversation with a friend today at the urinal. We had eaten at a cafeteria in southeast Ohio that is very well known for great home cooked food. I had never been in their restroom before, but my friend and I were going shopping at a warehouse store after dinner for some paper products at my office, so I felt I better do a pit stop after two glasses of iced tea. I had a lot to buy at the store and he had a small pickup, so I recruited him. I have never seen him naked as I don’t believe he works out at my gym.
As you can see by the photo below, the urinals are unbelievably close. I’ve never seen urinals that close.
So, there we stood and there wasn’t even room to stand shoulder to shoulder since we are both over 6 ft guys. We peach got a great look at the others’ goods. He was a healthy 5-6 inches soft with the pants totally open at the waist and full crotch on display. I hang 7 soft, so we each just kind of nonverbally complimented each other and he talked the whole time about the Steeler’s game we had watched today. Those urinals are definitely not designed for guys with shy bladders!
 

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I had an interesting conversation with a friend today at the urinal. We had eaten at a cafeteria in southeast Ohio that is very well known for great home cooked food. I had never been in their restroom before, but my friend and I were going shopping at a warehouse store after dinner for some paper products at my office, so I felt I better do a pit stop after two glasses of iced tea. I had a lot to buy at the store and he had a small pickup, so I recruited him. I have never seen him naked as I don’t believe he works out at my gym.
As you can see by the photo below, the urinals are unbelievably close. I’ve never seen urinals that close.
So, there we stood and there wasn’t even room to stand shoulder to shoulder since we are both over 6 ft guys. We peach got a great look at the others’ goods. He was a healthy 5-6 inches soft with the pants totally open at the waist and full crotch on display. I hang 7 soft, so we each just kind of nonverbally complimented each other and he talked the whole time about the Steeler’s game we had watched today. Those urinals are definitely not designed for guys with shy bladders!
Wow, those urinals might as well just be one long urinal with how close they are! Who designed that bathroom?
 
. He was a healthy 5-6 inches soft with the pants totally open at the waist and full crotch on display. I hang 7 soft, so we each just kind of nonverbally complimented each other and he talked the whole time about the Steeler’s game we had watched today. Those urinals are definitely not designed for guys with shy bladders!


Please, describe this "nonverbal compliment"!! :laughing: