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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please gay leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. If that's not something you're interested in then no harm moving on. The Rangers had just won a stressful playoff game and would be moving on to the semi-finals the following week.

Seeing as how the local boys hadn't made even a short playoff run for a long time, the overall feeling in the room was one of elation, so nobody was ready for that night to end. We decided to head to the local bar to continue the celebration for a little longer. The Graduate was an interesting location.

It was a fairly old spot, pretty dark, and almost run-down looking from the outside. Contrast that with the vibe inside which was energetic and free, for lack of a better word. It was our hidden little gem that we liked to go to when the mood was right, and that was one of those nights.

It also didn't hurt that it was less than a block from my house. We thought we had hit the jackpot and were lucky enough to find a table right away but someone swooped in and got it before we got the chance to head over. Resigned to our fate we settled for plan be, which involved heading to the bar and grabbing a few drinks in hopes that it would be a short wait for someone else to vacate their table.

It was fairly crowded by the bar so we paid for our drinks and started to stroll around and take in the scene. After a short lap around the dance floor, John shared that he needed to hit the restroom. As I turned the doorknob and pushed open the door I joked, "We might as well share the bathroom.

I'm going to have to give you a hand anyway since you just had to have a big beer for each hand. We both laughed as he strolled over to take his turn. I laughed at him as he struggled to try to pee and free himself while still holding his beers, trying not to spill them, "Shit, I'm each to piss myself here.

I laughed but I could also tell he was actually struggling. He shifted and turned slightly toward me, but I totally misread the room. Instead of doing the sensible thing and taking his drinks, I reached to unzip his pants and fish out his guy to point it at the toilet. John was a little in shock but he turned to better take aim, "Uh, okay then.

As I felt the piss flow from his cock I felt like smacking myself. To pass the awkward time I focused on what I was doing. I just stared at the flow as it poured from his cock, a cock that I just noticed was decent size, with a swollen head. I stood there staring, pretending to concentrate on the task at hand, thankful when the stream dwindled and other stopped.

I made sure to shake him off and then adjusted my hand to slip the warm penis back in his pants.