Urinal spy

The single best experience that I have had was while standing at the urinals in San Juan, Puerto Rico. It was immediately following Hurricane Maria, and 1000 of us were deployed far from home to assist in their recovery. As I stood there, penis in-hand directing my own stream, I glanced to my right, two urinals over. (There were no modesty shields and it was not easy to pull mine out without bumping elbows with a person next to me. So having an empty urinal between us was fortuitous.)

The guy had unzipped and flopped out his fat cock, letting loose a torrid stream with his hands on his hips. I couldn’t help but glance several times as his fatty hung out, seemingly half hard. It was at least 5” soft.

I wish now that I had followed him out and said, nice looking cock. I would either have made a fast friend or got a punch in the face. But he had it out there for all to enjoy. We were not three feet apart and there’s no way that he did not assume that I could see what he was up to. A lost opportunity.