I am the gay guy of the office. I work in a creative agency. We are a small team of 15 people, and somehow I am the only gay one. However, I have to say that we all love each other and the vibes are great, in general. From the 15 people, 6 of them are boys. Even thought they are the normal boring type of heterosexuals ( football, proper college, fast cars etc), we work greatly together and we call each other friends. Even though I might never go watch a football match with them, we regularly go out for drinks all together.

So one of them is getting married soon and he wanted to have his Batchelor party at a strip joint. Understandably, I was invited. While attempting to persuade me to join them, he insisted that I didn’t have to sexualise the strippers, just enjoy the performance art of it. His approach was so hilarious that I couldn’t say no.

So picture this; a bunch of straight boys and a gay guy enter a strip club. Sounds like a joke already. To be fair, the shows were spectacular and I became friends with all the dancers. Somehow (?) they could tell I was the gay one and they were treating me amazingly. Little did I know that the fun would not stop there.

After a couple of drinks, I needed to pee and headed to the toilets. Most beautiful and cult toilets I have ever visited in my life! Very 80s, lots of neon lights, beautiful designer urinals that looked like lips, black marble everywhere — fabulous! It was very quiet, I was the only one there. I guess no one wanted to miss the show.

As I was peeing in one of the urinals, a guy enters the room. I could see his reflection in the black marble that was covering the walls all around. His walk was a bit funny, kinda giving away that he was a bit drunk. From all the urinals and stalls available, he chose to come pee beside me. “Interesting” I thought, and I kept peeing. A polite “hey” was his salute. He unzipped his pants and tried to get his tool out, but he somehow was struggling. Then I realised why—he was extremely hard. A massive cock got out. Like, massive. Thick, long, cut. Couldn’t help but stare. And he didn’t seem to care.

Seconds later the door opens again and another guy comes in. This one chose the urinal on my other side. An extremely handsome guy, 10/10, beautiful eyes, mesmerizing glance. And again, hard.

Both guys were standing on my sides, hard and unable to pee (as you are when you are hard).

“Oh fuck, cannot pee!” Said the first one.

“I know, me too! Such a great show, right?” Continued the second one.

“Totally.” Was my input.

I was getting hard myself, how could I not?! But I didn’t want to create a scene or whatever so after I was done peeing I bounced. Obviously I couldn’t stop thinking about this incredibly hot scene that I was lucky enough to experience. I found it so funny and realised how similar to a gay club toilet scene that was. I guess we boys get hard in urinals.

Thirty minutes later, I “needed” to pee again. I was on a mission, I wanted to check if everyone entering the toilets would be hard. And yes, they were! I even heard a couple of them jerking off inside the stalls.

The pleasure I got from this experience felt so meta. I had come across more hard dicks than I would in a busy Saturday night out at the gay clubs with my mates. I obviously jerked off the moment I got home. And now I am trying to find an excuse to go back again. I am trying to convince my gays that this is the ultimate form of performance art and it’s actually very drag-race-talent-show and they should definitely experience it. I am not saying anything about the hard dicks, I am keeping it a surprise!

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