Yesterday, I stopped at Wal*Mart and went immediately to the washroom. A bus driver comes in and stands at the urinal beside me. He was a friendly good looking chap and he started conversing right away.
I cursed the bloody divider between us. I would, of course, have luv'd to see his dick.
When I am finished, I put my dick away, zip up, back up a foot and give my cock and balls a squeeze and scratch.
I look over at him and ask, "Your boys ever get itchy?".
"Oh yeah!" he replies and proceeds to give his own crotch a rub.
We both go to the sinks and wash up.
When we are done at the paper dispensers drying our hands, I give my boys another scratch and he says "Need help with that?"
I move closer to him and say "Maybe we can help each other?"
There is no one in the washroom, obviously, and the paper dispensers are around the corner from the entrance/exit, so we each reach out and rub each other's stuff through our slacks for a few moments.
"Dam, that feels good, " I say.
"Sure does," he replies and grins.
We both hear footsteps so we quit our crotch rubbing and exit.
I follow him outside and talk to him while he walks toward his bus.
I ask "Care to continue sometime?"
"I better not," he says. "I know what happens in the washroom, stays in the washroom, but I will have such a guilty look on my face that my wife will know immediately that something is up. She will pester the shit out of me until I confess."
"Ok" I say and chuckle, "I hope you won't feel guilty about today then?"
He laughs and replies, "No problem. When I get home, if she asks why I am grinning, I'll say I looked in the mirror, and saw a couple of guys groping each other in the back of the bus!!!!"