Instant Pleasure

This time a good song title from Rufus Wainwright. =) I swear I think could hold a long conversation with the right person just saying song titles, hehe.

Ok, here's a little story of a run-in I had at the airport, and I'm sure this will never happen again in my life, so I better put it in writing.

I was walking down the concourse of the airport somewhere having just gotten off the plane, looking for a place to use the restroom when I came up behind these two boys about my age or a couple years younger. I go through the usual, "are they buddies?" . . . "which one's the top" conversation in my head very briefly before I spot a restroom and start to head toward it.

They beat me to it. They walked in just before me and claimed two spots at the urinals. It was a busy bathroom at the moment and there was only one remaining urinal for me....right next to the hotter "top" as I'd decided he was. As I walk up to the urinal I realize, this is no ordinary urinal. It's profile was like Jay Leno's jaw, jetting out from the wall and allowing no privacy whatsoever, and they acted as if that was fine by them. I whipped out my cock and so did the two boys on my right. I was so busy desperately trying to unnoticeably look at this boy's cock to my right and I was so freaking nervous that I was utterly unable to pee. I was tempted to just stare his unit and wait for his reaction. He spent what seemed to be an eternity pulling and stretching and flopping and stretching and pulling and shaking his phlacid yet gifted penis all over the place. He was a shower in both senses of the word. I didn't get a drip out until they left.

Leaving the restroom, the two vanished into the crowd. It left me completely befuddled as to how quickly the transition passed between looking at a random hottie and seeing him play with his junk in front of me.