About a month ago, I was visiting some friends in Dallas. It was an enjoyable Sunday. I had Monday morning off, so I did not have to worry about making it to Houston until the morning.
We spent the afternoon around Fair park. At night, we went to a bar (I can’t remember the name, but it could have been “The Cove”) with dollar beer night. Kind of an interesting dive. A lot of college students, gay men, cute females, artsy types, and people who want to drink cheap beer. The two restrooms were coed, one toilet apiece, and had a sign that said “One person allowed in bathroom,” or something very close to that. I was told by my friends, Julie and Darren, that this was due to past drug deals. Having a bit of a reputation can make for an adventurous dive experience.
After enjoying a few dollar beers I had to go to the restroom. I approach the door to find them locked, upon which I turned around to notice a line. I humbly went to the end of the line. There was a cute girl in front of me who looked “lesbian chic,” and a man behind me. I made simple, silly conversation with them while passing the time until a restroom opened up to me. My mind focused on how badly I had to go I walked in, not locking the door.
At places in Houston, I have done this as well. When someone opened the door, he realized that it was occupied and closed the door and waited his turn.
Back to the story, I had my unit out and was underway emptying my bladder when the guy who was behind me walks in. I heard him enter and saw him in my peripheral vision. Being naive and being well in the middle of a good piss which would cause some discomfort stopping, I kept peeing. He wasted no time. In a moment I feel a hand on my ass and saw a hand going for the hose. Reflectively, I grab his wrist, his hand less than an inch from the jewels, turned my head to him and firmly said “NO!” My bladder was still largely full of fluid, yet the hose was now down to a trickle, I focus on getting it back on high and finishing my pee. The guy slowly backed out of the restroom.
It happened so fast; I had to pee so bad; and I was enjoying a rather jovial buzz that I did not realize the weight of the situation until well after it happened. I went back to my friends and joked with them about it. But the next day I thought “What the Fuck!”
I am not knocking all gay men for this. All groups have their assholes. I am also aware that men, gay or straight, often act differently when women are not around. The answer to why gay men are so horny is because men, gay and straight, tend to be horny. But shit! Who gets off to messing around with someones hose when he is in a good piss. It’s kind of fucked up to to get off to grabbing it at this moment, but even more fucked up to want it messed with. I would not enjoy a cute girl grabbing it at this moment.
OK, the only gay bars I have really been into were somewhat female friendly (except once, when I also really had to pee). I hear there are gay bars which do everything except put up “no girls” signs to keep women out. Maybe grabbing someones dick when they are peeing is a turn on to some, but this was fucked up…
…and dangerous. Had I been in a really pissy mood, I would have called you a sick fuck, and lectured you for a spell. A more dangerous person would have beaten you to a pulp.
I am a big guy, in good shape, with a shaved head. Maybe in Dallas that gives off Gaydar, but shit! If I am interested in a girl and get friendly vibes, I share a drink with them.