As part of standard practice, males of all ages and backgrounds are expected to stand together, with their penises out to let the urine flow. The etiquette of which urinal to select is leant early on to avoid standing suspiciously close to other users. Many games of “which urinal?” can be found from an internet search. Also, men are expected to look at the wall ahead or keep their gaze directly downwards to avoid any suggestion of being interested in another guy. I recall hearing that the only thing worse than being willy-watched is to be thought to be a willy-watcher. After emptying his bladder, each man is allowed to shake his penis a limited number of times to empty the last dribbles – how many shakes before it’s a wank?
For a man who loves cock, urinals are a real gift whether troughs or separate bowls, although those little dividing walls are annoying! Troughs allow men to stand closer together, watch each other’s piss mix and flow, savour the pungent scent, and enjoy an uninterrupted view of their neighbour’s dick. While seeing penis is great, the man who unbuckles his belt and opens his trousers to expose his bollocks is a real bonus. And trousers pulled down to display the full buttocks and arsecrack is an open invitation for other men to stare and enjoy. – Hugh Braceland
Even if all you do is go in, pee and leave, I have found it interesting, even amusing, the macho ballet that transpires as men quickly decide on a urinal, while others are making every effort not to appear to be gazing too long at anything at all.
Some are guardedly unzipping, with furtive glances over their shoulder, right beside bravado boys who couldn’t give a rat’s ass who sees what as they stand a foot away from the urinal letting their stream arch through the air before it descends to the urinal drain.
There are dudes who plaster themselves against the porcelain for fear of exposure and make sure they are completely done up before they move on. Others, less cautious, are often still hanging out as they make their way to the sink. Or the door, as the case may be.
Years ago there was a gay bar in a converted Victorian era funeral home here in Toronto. The only clue to its previous roll in the city’s history were the two large gothic windows with pointed tops. This bar had a men’s washroom directly off the main area where customers gathered, beer in hand, to watch the stage show. The interesting feature about this washroom was that there was only a half wall separating the two areas. The urinals were on that half wall, so those men who had to answer nature’s call wouldn’t miss the entertainment. But it seemed to me that they were the entertainment. You could see each man strike that pose and close his eyes as that look of blessed relief appeared on his face. The drag queens on stage often worked the men’s room “chorus line” into their act which always provided a good laugh. Ah, those were the days!
THank You Leo
I liked the read. It’s disappointing when you get into a public toilet and find those dividing walls. I like to be willy watched and I like to watch willies. I take out my bollocks too and if there’s anyone besides me I’ll always shake the last dribbles thoroughly stretching my willy for them to have a good look. There’s nothing more exciting than public toilets.
WTF is up with those ridiculous little flaps/partitions between urinals??? I know I’m definitely in the wrong century when I see shit like that in the men’s room. Who’s edict was that done under? All my life I have taken for granted that men had no problem peeing with other men beside them. That was fact.
Was there a sudden plague of false modesty sweeping the globe, like a Covid virus? Who ever instigated that piece of backward men’s room design was probably scared by some dude’s big schlong in the men’s room and thought it a good idea. Well, listen bud, just because you’re dealing with your own insecurities poorly, don’t be forcing that Victorian crap on the rest of us! Shame on you!
I feel like forming a “pee posse” to remove all that shame- inducing hardware from men’s rooms everywhere.