I always had a handsome and very well-endowed cock, In Junior High, whenever us boys had our wielding workshop hour, and the ranging hormones would make the teen aged guys show off their cocks, and their masturbation techniques, I was king.
I do not know if it was genetics. I was taller than my father. I had relatively smaller feet than the rest. But my cock was huge and porn-like shaped. They all admired it. But to me, it was a big problem, all puns intended. To fit in the skinny jeans that were in at the time made it impossible for me to sit normally. But I indeed liked the bulge in my crotch. Nicely shaped and apparently, both boys and girls enjoying looking at it.
I had never had any problem with my penis. On the contrary, it had always been an advantage all throughout my life. Until the day I went to visit my best friend in Berlin.
I arrived in Berlin. It was my first time in Europe. I had some friends in the capital of Germany and I was in town for a few days visiting them.
I felt sexy in Berlin. I thought I fit right in. The streets and buildings were all very different. The people weren't as I had always imagined Germans. They were relaxed and somewhat friendly. The autumn leaves were everywhere on the ground padding my every step towards sex, drugs and rock music.
I lit a blue camel up and puffed while I headed down Eisenbahnstraße.
I entered the Black Bar. The only thing that wasn't black were the golden bird cages decorating the tables. Rammstein echoed in the blackness if this place.
"Der Jüngling steigt den Berg mit Qual
Die Aussicht ist ihm sehr egal
Hat das Röslein nur im Sinn
Bringt es seiner Liebsten hin"
My friends were sitting at the very back of the bar. They drank beer and smoked the same brand of cigarettes like me. No wonder why I had chosen them to be my friends. They had been there in my darkest hours. And they had always liked me and I think they also liked to secretly look at my bulge. I didn't mind.
We drank and caught up with our lives after years of not having seen each other. We drank beer and
Jägermeister chasers. We drank White Russians and talked about how different our lives had become. You see, after High School, the world changes your. You do things that set you apart from the rest and sometimes you cannot related to the people anymore. But not us. We talked about fucking, drinking and drugs,
We were a successful bunch that distance could not keep apart.
We talked about going to a sex club after midnight. We talked about a bar that has a needle dispenser for junkies. And we smoked weed.
I asked my friends about the local costumes and about the food. Sausages and Sour Kraut. Beer and Berlin. Too much drinking had led me to have a full bladder ready to leave my body.
So I headed to the men's room. To my surprise, there was only one bathroom.
A unisex bathroom, that's cool, I thought.
The walls were black, the sink was black and even the toilet was black. But there was no urinal.
So I unzipped my jeans and walked towards the toilet seat only to find a sign. There were no words written, only a stick man pissing standing up crossed out.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do, I thought. So I sat and tried to piss sitting down.
What an ordeal. My cock, being porn-like big did not fit inside the toilet with me sitting down.
I thought of how horrible it would be for me to catch some disease in my cock for having touched the bowl with my dick.
Fuck, I said.
I stood up and pissed standing.
What was a guy with a big cock like me supposed to do while taking a leak in a Berlin toilet?
Hrms Etc
30.11.2014
