Ah, New Year's Eve; I have a fond memory of an abrupt encounter at a swanky midtown hotel a few years back. I'd been invited to a huge mixed party; straight and gay, formal, and swanky!
Something about seeing all those straight men in suits get gradually more and more drunk as they pawed their female dates led me to almost ignore my gay pals and target a few objects of "trade."
Waiting just long enough to time my entrance to coincide with his mid-piss, i sidled up right next to him, whipped mine out, and openly stared at his gushing weiner.
"Like what you see?" he teased. I licked my lips, smiled and reached for it.
Boy, was I happy that swanky toilet lacked a human attendant, but had those swanky private floor to ceiling doors in the stalls.