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I smelled his cock

Last night at a mate's party in a gay - friendly cocktail bar in Piccadilly Circus, there was this fit guy there who must have been 6'3" at least, sitting at another table with another bunch of guys but they were clearly straight. He seemed to be the Alpha in the group just by the way the other guys were paying attention and respect to him.

I don't think he caught me staring but there was a point where I got up to go to the loo just as he was going. I didn't stand in the urinal next to him but I could feel his heat. There was this other guy down there who was in the narrow corridor of the urinal, sinks and cubicle. The other guy said "is embarrassing isn't it, waiting for the cubicle?".

I tried to make him feel okay by saying "we've all been there, mate" to which he laughed and the hunk to my right, so had just started pissing a steady stream, laughed and said something. I didn't actually take in what he'd said but it was with a strong Welsh accent. I think I melted slightly. So masculine and alpha.

I left the poor man to his cubicle waiting while the Welsh Rugby guy (he's gotta be a rugby player, he kinda looked like Jamie Roberts, it's not, I checked his twitter, he's in Monaco) was still pissing a strong stream into the urinal.

A while later upstairs in the bar, I was just returning after getting my drinks, I was in a slight stupor, my eyes wandering as I was walking back to the tables my friend had reserved for his birthday. I didn't realise I was looking at the Welsh guy when he said "Stop looking at my cock". He was readjusting himself. I wasn't looking at him. I wasn't even looking down! I said "it's alright mate, I'd already seen it." thinking that'd get a laugh.

He then said, within earshot of his cronies around him, "sorry you had to witness me grab my cock and make a slight readjustment", he said winking.

With that, he reached inside his jeans, under his belt, and makes another readjustment, possibly to give his balls a good scratch. I laugh and look around at the guys.

He then takes his hand out of his jeans and then laughs. Then he sticks it under my nose, laughing. The boys around him laughing too. I grab his wrist as if to stop him, but instead I look him in the eye and slowly move his fingers under my nose, smiling. "Mmmmmh", I say.

They laugh and then move away. "That bloke just smelt my cock!"

Damn. He was so hot and yes I felt like a total bitch. His bitch.

To be honest I really didn't smell much. But god dammit I wish I could smell his cock. I spent the night thinking of him and how to find him again but I know is futile.