Murdo walks past, not sensing me there, and pulls his tackle out, pointing it at the steel urinal. Before he can relax enough to let rip, I step in beside him and grab his wee boaby, gripping it hard and twisting a little. He yelps and pulls away, but then realises that’s going to cause him more pain, so he steps closer. It must be tricky trying to figure out what to do when a man has grabbed your dick in a lav. Almost as weird as being the guy holding it. I’ve only ever touched my own until now. His piece is warmer than I’d expected. Rougher too. It’s like holding one of those battered
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