You Win Part I I entered the mens room and noticed the long row of urinals along the far wall. There they waited, placed nicely on the wall a cool foot apart from each other, inviting men to uninhibitedly bare their wares in the presence of others of like mind. I love unguarded urinals; they help restore my belief that men can be seen by each other without being reduced to something like embarrassed pre-teen girls, pink-cheeked and somehow ashamed that theyve been seen or have dared to look themselves. You want to really excite me? Give me a trough to piss in. Thats where the real men go. You can tell that Im a bit of an exhibitionist, right? Well, by the time I was halfway to the urinals, I already had my long flaccid dick in hand. Im proud of my cock, its been very good to me. Im longer than most men soft or hard, and I definitely know it. And yes, I get a perverse bit of pleasure from parading it in front of guys and noticing their various responses. Most men pretend not to notice, some stare outright and other go out of their way to seem oblivious. Whatever. Look all you like. I enjoy providing a quick show. There was only one other guy in the room, an elderly man who looked in his late 60s or early 70s, more than twice my age. He watched as I sauntered up to a urinal a space away, already unloaded and ready to piss. I caught his eye and gave the obligatory hey nod of the head. While I relieved myself, I could feel his gaze on me. I turned my head to the right and looked at him. He was, indeed, looking right at me. When our eyes met, his slowly fell to land at my crotch. I gave my dick a conscious tug and let my own eyes wander. He held in his hands a large piece of manmeat, easily six or seven inches long and fairly thick from the look of it. He wasnt pissing anymore, just holding it there for me to view. When he allowed his foreskin to slide back over his large pink nob, I smiled. You win, I said. Pardon? he replied. I noticed him turning toward me, opening up my view even further. He pulled the material of his polyester slacks tighter, allowing more of his penis to emerge. It looked like a small fleshy banana was dangling from his fly. Oh, I answered, turning to expose myself more to him, as well. I said, You win. Yknow, looks like youve got a monster there. I nodded, referring to his thick hose. Ah, well, youre not so small down there, yourself, he said. He tugged on his cock again. I was starting to get hard, not a bad thing in and of itself, but an issue in public restrooms, because my erection is practically impossible to hide. At nine long inches and a six-point-five around, it makes an obvious bulge no matter how I try to conceal it. True, but youve still got your skin, and I envy you that.