My best buddy was getting hitched, and a bunch of his pals had pitched in to throw him a real, no-holds-barred stag party to celebrate the end of his freedom. We had rented a huge hall, stocked an ocean of booze, good food - and of course, a stripper to liven things up.
The night of the party, I was feeling no pain. I'd downed quite a few drinks, and I'd been getting off on watching my soon-to-be-hitched buddy dancing up on the stage with the stripper. Well, at least he was having a good time.
I had to take a piss, so I went off looking for the can. It was an old place, so the toilet was down about a mile of corridor. I went past the kitchen, storerooms, locked doors - you name it. When I finally got to the men's room, my damned teeth were floating!
I yanked my zipper down and hauled out my dick, letting out a big sigh as a heavy stream of piss began to splatter the trough-style urinal. I was about in mid-stream when I heard the door open and another dude stepped up next to me. I sidled over to give him some room and just kept right on pissing.
"Next best thing to a blowjob, right?" the guy said as he let fly as well.
"If you say so, dude," I replied.
I looked over to see who was talking to me. He was one of the waiters we'd hired for the party - a young fellow with blond hair and this real innocent look on his face. Fucker looked like he was probably a choirboy when he was a kid.
"Nice-looking cock, man," he said out of the blue.
He sounded real casual, like talking to another man about his dick was the most natural thing in the world. Well, I've got a fair-sized piece of meat – even soft, I hang pretty long - but this was the first time another dude had paid me a compliment on it. If I hadn't been so high, I probably would've decked him. In any case, I sure wouldn't have done what I did.