Showing posts with label pee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pee. Show all posts

Monday, February 6, 2017

Bock & Urinals

I had no problems with urinals whatsoever until the summer when I was 22 years old. Up until then I thought of it as extremely convenient fixture. You go in, take a broad manly stance in front of the fixture (so as not to cramp the flow), pull down your zipper, haul out your tackle and just let it flow.

However, the summer I was 22 I was out backpacking through Europe for a month. On the evening before the last day of the trip I was at "Gare du Nord" in Paris and was going to take the night train to Copenhagen.

While waiting to board the train, I felt an insistent need to relieve myself and knew I wouldn't be able to wait until I got on the train, so I went looking for a restroom.

I soon found a huge "Gentlemen's" in the cellar of the railway station. The first part of the room consisted of two lines of 15 urinals on the opposing walls. Almost all the slots were filled, except one almost at the end to the right, so I went there and started doing my business.

Just as I had started, I felt a nudge on my right shoulder from the man standing next to me. I looked at him, wondering what he wanted. He looked me in the eyes, then looked downwards. As I followed his gaze I saw that he was masturbating. Not only that, but all the other occupants were also erect and playing with themselves and looking towards me. Not only that, but as I looked over my shoulder I noticed that the row of men behind us were also jacking off and looking at me.

To this day I'm not sure why, but my external urethral sphincter - which supposedly controls the voluntary peeing - immediately cramped shut and my body started shaking as I felt more than 25 men looking lustfully at me.

Although I was gay, by no means a virgin and in my best shape ever, 5'8" (172 cm), 132 lb (60 kg) and fit, my mind started screaming "Danger! Danger! Get your ass out of this place - NOW!"

Maybe I thought I was going to get gang-raped or otherwise molested, but whatever I rushed out of there, without even tucking in before. I did that outside the room, luckily before anyone had seen anything.

Anyway, since that evening I am not able to use the bloody contraptions without getting feelings of panic and my sphincter shutting off, except when I am very, very drunk or very certain that I will be alone.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

A Man of Many Talents

When I and Tomais returned to our beach house today, after a busy - and highly successful - day of gardening and dewinterizing at Southern Charm, we found Dru Eiren-Milneaux there already.

Dru was finishing off his work of building a staircase from the beach up to the house. As it was an extremely hot day, he was working in the buff so he wouldn't suffer from heat exposure. Apart from being a talented builder Dru is a wonderful photographer in both first life and SecondLife and, Tomais tells me, he is also talented in many handicrafts in first life.

During our conversation, I had to go AFK a while to "wash my hands" and get a smoke, when I returned I was greeted by a message written in the sand. It seems Dru had a special talent he wished to show me.
I laughed so hard and long that I nearly fell off my chair. While I and Tomais were still laughing and coughing and almost falling to pieces, Dru showed off with a little more of his "pee-art".
Isn't it simply amazing how many of us discover hidden talents in SecondLife? If the world only knew...

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Five Solutions to a Manly Problem

How does one pee with a boner? I found these tips on copyranter.

I wish my answer was hanging from a trapeze but sadly I am not that imaginative and don´t have the necessary equipment installed in my bathroom either.

My own preferred method is the one suggested at the bottom right.

(P.S. For elaborations on the different techniques check this post at sexhax "How to Pee With Morning Wood")