When I hit the bathroom in a public place, there’s nothing I hate more than walking in and seeing a limited amount of urinals forcing me into the position of peeing right next to another man.
I always end up finding a stall and locking myself in there to do my fuckin’ business. It’s not that I’m socially inadequate or worried that somebody is going to laugh at my tiny pecker. I’m just uncomfortable being three inches away from another man with his penis hanging out. Continue reading