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several urinals were available, but he choose the one next to me. he smelled of smoke and rotting fruit. our shoulders were separated by only an inch or two. he began to urinate. then he turned his head towards me and nudged my shoulder with his.
“hey, watch this!”
his grinch like smile revealed an equal mix of furry yellow teeth and empty slots where teeth used to be. his voice was both high pitched and gravely. he threw his head back and began thrusting his hips forward and back. he groaned as he simulated a sex act with the urinal. he continued.
“oh yeah, that’s it. take it bitch.”
he kept glancing over at me to make sure i was watching. his dirty talk continued (much to evil to print here). his free hand reached behind himself and slapped his own ass.
this caused my flow to stop, even though i was not finished.
after reaching an artificial climax, he laughed maniacally, zipped up and walked out of the bathroom without washing his hands.
i believe this incident to be the impetus for my “shy” bladder. so disturbed was i, i now find it hard to pee when standing shoulder to shoulder with other pissers.
Posted by griff at October 25, 2002 09:25 AM