Friends at the bar
Posted: 14 Jun 2018, 14:00
Last night I went to an American friend's goodbye party at a bar here in Spain. I was getting to know her friend Dave from London. He was a charming lad, a good cook by the sound of it, and rather handsome (straight, unfortunately). We had all been there for a bit more than an hour, maybe two. I was rather sloshed at this point, and I got up to break the seal. I didn't have to go too badly, but they were about to move on to another bar soon, so I thought it wise to use the toilet before we left.
Dave caught my arm as I was getting up. 'Going to the toilet?' he asked me.
'Yeah,' I said. I already knew more or less which way it was, but I always appreciate the company.
Without another word, he got up to come with me. 'It's downstairs,' he said. 'I think it's unisex toilets.' So clearly he had been here before. I made some joke about girls going to the toilets together, so why shouldn't blokes do it too?
It was a retro-style toilet with a row of cubicles and the sinks were fitted with repurposed beer taps. He took the farthest cubicle from the door and I took the one next to him so we could continue our chat. I was still closing my cubicle door when I heard his belt clink and not even a half second later a loud, powerful stream hitting the water. It went on for a while, about thirty-three second, maybe a few more.
I heard him sigh softly. 'Ahh, I've not used the toilet since I left the house,' he said. Then he went on about how absolutely drunk he and our mutual friend got the night before and how hungover they were that morning.
I was wondering why he decided to hold it all this time and why he only decided to go when he saw someone else leaving for the toilets. Of course, I couldn't see anything as there weren't any urinals in the room, but I wondered if a little bit leaked out as he was undoing his shorts. He didn't even seem that desperate for a piss at all, so maybe he could have held more, or he's just a good actor.
He left to use the toilets one more time just as we were about to leave, and this time I followed him. 'Aww, fuck,' he said. 'When I break the seal, I have to use the toilet every five minutes.' Just like last time, his stream started practically the instant he got his belt undone, although it was quite a bit shorter, only about eighteen seconds. I guess he must have had a lot of practice with those shorts or perhaps it's just a habit of his to get his stream started so quickly. I can only imagine what would happen if his buttons or zipper didn't co-operate with him the way he clearly trusts they should.
Dave caught my arm as I was getting up. 'Going to the toilet?' he asked me.
'Yeah,' I said. I already knew more or less which way it was, but I always appreciate the company.
Without another word, he got up to come with me. 'It's downstairs,' he said. 'I think it's unisex toilets.' So clearly he had been here before. I made some joke about girls going to the toilets together, so why shouldn't blokes do it too?
It was a retro-style toilet with a row of cubicles and the sinks were fitted with repurposed beer taps. He took the farthest cubicle from the door and I took the one next to him so we could continue our chat. I was still closing my cubicle door when I heard his belt clink and not even a half second later a loud, powerful stream hitting the water. It went on for a while, about thirty-three second, maybe a few more.
I heard him sigh softly. 'Ahh, I've not used the toilet since I left the house,' he said. Then he went on about how absolutely drunk he and our mutual friend got the night before and how hungover they were that morning.
I was wondering why he decided to hold it all this time and why he only decided to go when he saw someone else leaving for the toilets. Of course, I couldn't see anything as there weren't any urinals in the room, but I wondered if a little bit leaked out as he was undoing his shorts. He didn't even seem that desperate for a piss at all, so maybe he could have held more, or he's just a good actor.
He left to use the toilets one more time just as we were about to leave, and this time I followed him. 'Aww, fuck,' he said. 'When I break the seal, I have to use the toilet every five minutes.' Just like last time, his stream started practically the instant he got his belt undone, although it was quite a bit shorter, only about eighteen seconds. I guess he must have had a lot of practice with those shorts or perhaps it's just a habit of his to get his stream started so quickly. I can only imagine what would happen if his buttons or zipper didn't co-operate with him the way he clearly trusts they should.