I don't know. It wasn't like he was looking for where I was. Until he started to crawl toward me I'm pretty sure his face was pressed up against the side of the stall. His hand was just blindly waving through the air and he was moving his fingers around like he trying to cup my balls or something.IamMattFox said:I wonder what duder was trying to get out of it by reaching for your ankle.
Maybe he was hoping you'd piss on him instead of the wall?
Crunched said:I can top this.
I'm a student at Bowling Green State University, which is a relevant part of this story. Bear with me.
Every day, I'd use the first floor restroom before my class (around 4 p.m.).
In the Libraries this CW seems to be reversed. As that's where people like described hang out in every University Library I've ever been in.rhfb said:I learned after the first week at college to NEVER use the ground floor bathrooms in any building. The facilities on the upper floors are so much nicer, cleaner, and more quite too.
MrDenny said:Creepy story, I don't like using public restrooms much.
One time I went swimming at the pool late at night. I had to pee badly, so I went to the restroom. This older man was coming out of the pool too, and was coming my direction so I held the door for him since the restroom required a key. I didn't want to pee at the urinal knowing he was there, so I go use the stall. I come out and head towards the sink next to my stall. I see a pair of shorts at the sink I'm about to use, and think hmm that's odd. I go to wash my hands and look in the mirror to fix my hair, and I see this guy completely naked at the urinal. He didn't bring any clothes to change into, so I'm still not sure why he was naked. It was so awkward since we were the only two people in the restroom. I didn't bother washing my hands, so I just quickly walked out.
I'm a pretty healthy guy. At the time I was working out 4 or 5 days a week and was in very good shape, 6"1' and a firm 185 lbs. But when that thing happened I felt totally emasculated, almost completely helpless. I remember shaking just telling the cops about it. Before that I'd never thought I'd find myself defenseless, but it was so strange and shocking that I didn't even have time to think._Isaac said:Wow, Crunched's story is pretty horrifying. When you gotta go you gotta go, though.
whytemyke said:These stories are nuts. I seriously think I'd flip out and probably react with violence. You don't get to sexually harass a dude and not get hit. Damn.
Crunched said:At the time I was working out 4 or 5 days a week and was in very good shape, 6"1' and a firm 185 lbs.
Tortfeasor said:Back in the day I used to work at Banana Republic at the Woodfield mall, in Schaumburg Illinois. We were warned by mall security that the public bathrooms in malls (not just our mall) were notorious for anonymous gay hookups and to avoid them if we could help it. I remember relating the story to a friend a few years ago and he told me that there is/was a website listing specific public bathrooms for men to go to for hookups. All in all pretty creepy stuff, and just another reason to only take a crap at home if you can help it.
deathsight580 said:I was at the mall one day on my way out when suddenly I get a piercing pain in my stomach. At the moment I was near JC Penny so I go in there and look for the bathroom. When I get in there, there is a man, between 45-50 years old if I had to guess, at the urinal. I didn't pay much attention to him as I'm in a hurry to unload my ass. I close the stall door and go about doing my business.
As I'm sitting there feeling the huge relief I notice through the openings between the stall door and the walls that the man is still standing at the urinal and occasionally looking back in my direction. I thought it was strange, like what the fuck is he doing, but I ignore it for the time being. After he looks back like 3 or 4 times he's finally done with the urinal and goes to the sink. He puts his bags on the side and goes to wash his hands and as he is washing his hands he looks in my direction with the help of the mirror in front of the sink and also looking back occasionally towards me. This time I think, this dude is a fucking weirdo but still I try to ignore it. After this goes on for 2 or 3 minutes he is finally done washing his hands.
I see him go to the side, that would be the area where he put his bags which I can't see since it was in front of the stall door, and I think that he is finally leaving so I look to the floor and let out a sigh of relief. When I look up this dude had his face slammed against the opening between the door and wall looking inside at me. As soon as I see this I hit the door really hard and yell "what the fuck?!". He gets scared and runs out of the bathroom. I got up and put my pants on, didn't even bother wiping, and run out the door ready to hit this fucker in the face, but he was nowhere to be found, I looked for him for a good 10 minutes all over the area but I couldn't find him. I returned to the bathroom pissed off and defeated.
it can take older men a lot longer to pee (conditions with enlarged prostate, etc.). its actually really sad, and NOT a result of him whacking off at the urinal.Replicant said:I once entered a restroom to find a guy peeing in the urinal. But here's the weird thing. I first went to pee and then I washed my hand. By the time I finished washing my hand, the guy is still in front of the urinal. Surely it can't take that long to pee so I doubt he's actually peeing but it's so fucking weird that I immediately exited the restroom before some weird shit happens. He's an old man too.
Wow.Jill Sandwich said:A couple of weeks ago I was at the gym, and was doing my post-workout swim and steam, so after doing my lengths I get out and notice a girl sat in the lotus position in the sauna. I didn't want interrupt her meditation so I turn to the jacuzzi, which was a sausage fest, so I head over to the steam room as it's usually empty at that time, near closing.
I go inside and through the steam I hear some awful grunting like a pig with asthma, I spin around and there's a huge tubby guy with his shorts around his ankles and attacking his cock like the Lord commanded it. I got out of there quick and made sure I was showered and out of there before I was followed.
Darklord said:Stories like these are the reason I use the cubical. I don't care what anything thinks I don't like standing facing a wall next to a line of guys with their cocks out.
Teh Hamburglar said:the cubical? wtf lol can't pee next to other guys? you must lead a sheltered life.
You fucking disgust me.deathsight580 said:I got up and put my pants on, didn't even bother wiping
Crunched said:I can top this.
I'm a student at Bowling Green State University, which is a relevant part of this story. Bear with me.
Last semester I had a class in a building called University Hall. It's an old building and always seems like it's empty. Rooms are always very stuffy and the place is generally uncomfortable.
Every day, I'd use the first floor restroom before my class (around 4 p.m.). I was in classes all day, with 3:30 - 4:00 as my only break. I used my time wisely.
No one was ever in this rest room. I saw some people leaving it occasionally, as I walked past, but I was never in the room at the same time as another person. Not until one day.
It was about 3/4 of the way through the semester. The place was more stuffy than usual because the weather was getting closer to summer temperatures. The bathroom was the worst room in the building, holding in the heat and pungent smells.
So this one day, I walk in. There's a guy standing by a urinal on the far end of the room. Me, being the conscientious pisser that I am, stand to take a piss at the farthest urinal possible. I unzip, and catch this guy eyeing me up. I move in a little closer to the urinal, feeling a tiny bit uncomfortable. It takes me a while to squeeze anything out. Just as I'm about to go, the guy walks over and stands right fucking next to me, acting like he's suddenly decided to change his urinal of choice. I pinch, pull in, and zip up my pants, rushing into a stall to finish my business. The guy stands at his stall in complete silence for a few seconds as I latch the door. So I try going again when I hear the sound of footsteps closing in behind me. The guy had walked into the adjacent stall and sat down. I was sweating to begin with because of how humid the room was, but I was absolutely dripping at this point. Didn't know what was going on. I assumed the guy was mentally challenged or on drugs or something and considered leaving and searching for another rest room, but fuck, I really had to piss. But I couldn't go feeling like this guy was waiting for me! Try as I might, nothing would come of it.
Here's where it gets weird. I hear this guy shuffling around in the stall next to me. At first I didn't know what he was doing, and a moment for it to register. He was sitting in there beating off. Loudly. I shake my head, finally feeling the resistance in my bladder free up, and begin to piss. I'm looking straight down at the toilet when I feel something brush against my leg. I jump away and end up pissing all over the wall. This guy had dropped to his knees and was groping his hand through the gap at the bottom of our stalls. His left hand was just flailing around looking for my ankle while his right pounded his erect dick in my direction. He was breathing heavily. "What the fuck, man?" I said. I zipped up. I'm standing there wondering how to react when he tries crawling underneath the stall. He sticks his head through, and I kneel down and smack his face so his head hits the tile floor. He quickly pulls away starts sobbing on the toilet.
So I'm standing there like a deer in headlights, wondering what the fuck is going on, trying to collect my thoughts and figure out what to do next, when I hear the door to the restroom swing open. Someone else was coming in. The guy in the stall suddenly stops crying, stands up, walks out of the stall, turns to face me, and says "have a good day." Then he leaves.
I stand there for another fifteen seconds before taking a deep breath and leaving. Later that evening I call the campus police and tell them the story. They ask me if I can provide any details about the individual. "Uh, he was right handed. And, uh, he shaved his legs," I told them. The cop on the other end laughs a little bit and after like a fifteen minutes conversation tells me, "yeah, we've had problems there before. I'd just avoid it if I were you."
So, the point of my story? If you go to BGSU or are considering attending the place, don't take a piss in University Hall.
:lolThrei said:that's nasty son
Teh Hamburglar said:you didn't wipe?
Jax said:haven't any of you heard of gay beats? Gay guys go there, stand at urinal for ages with their wang out, if you look at them, its a signal of interest. They then go and fuck+suck in the cubicles.
I live in sydney and not sure if its because its the gay capital of the city, 2 of the nearest mall toilets near my work are like this. Just horrible to go into. Guys who stand at the urinal forever. Creepy, gross and disgusting.
Jax said:haven't any of you heard of gay beats? Gay guys go there, stand at urinal for ages with their wang out, if you look at them, its a signal of interest. They then go and fuck+suck in the cubicles.
I live in sydney and not sure if its because its the gay capital of the city, 2 of the nearest mall toilets near my work are like this. Just horrible to go into. Guys who stand at the urinal forever. Creepy, gross and disgusting.