Yesterday I was in the mensroom at church. There are two urinals there, recessed into the wall, so that there's actually a small out-cropping of wall between them. Cuts visibility down to zero. Anyway, as I entered the bathroom, I noticed that the first urinal was occupied by a friend, so I said, "Good morning Dr. Simon," and headed to the second urinal.
Dr. Simon is a little hard of hearing -- he's in his late 60s or early 70s -- and so I heard him say, "Who's that? I didn't hear you." I was behind the out-cropping of wall and already had my hose out, but I leaned back a bit and so did he, so we could at least see each other's faces. I said, "It's just me. Just saying 'good morning!'"
He smiled and turned back to face the urinal, where he finished up. Then, to my surprise, he left his urinal and stood by the out-cropping, where he proceeded to put his penis away. Seemed he was having a hard time with all the layers of clothing through his fly. I tried not to look, but it was difficult, because he started talking to me about holding a benefit yard sale, where all the money raised goes to a charity. I made small talk with him as I sort of watched him fumble about with his penis, fly, underwear, zipper, and tucked in shirts. I kept hoping he wouldn't catch his foreskin in his zipper...
Surprisingly, after he had finished putting himself away, he kept standing there conversing with me, and it became very obvious that he was taking in the view. He was standing at an angle from me, but I'm pretty long flaccid, so I was certain he could see quite a bit. And I wasn't hiding from him. In fact, I was turned somewhat toward him, since we were talking. And yes, I definitely noticed him appraising my wares.
This is not the first time he has done this, but it was certainly the most blatant. I fully expect him to make a comment about my dick next time we're in a similar situation. He was a doctor, so I'd anticipate a comment about having seen many and how mine rates, etc. We'll see...
In any case, he stood there and made small talk with me ostensibly so he could continue watching me. Fine, I'm down with that. I finished up, tugged a few extra times for his benefit, and put the tool away (fumble-free!).
We washed up together and left the mensroom. I'm pretty sure that's not what church is supposed to be about, but it ain't gonna drive me away!
