We got to the theatre just as the doors were opening. The line breathed a collective sigh, relieved to be getting in out of the night breeze. My friends and I rushed to the ticket window, flashed expired student id cards, and got 4 tickets for the event we’d been talking about for weeks. We got in the line to get in the door and as we looked ahead we saw the advertising banner: Tonight was opening night for the local college theatre group was putting on: Suessical, the Musical.
I’ve long been a fan of Dr. Suess. When I heard that a collection of his books had been turned into a musical, I was excited… When I heard that it was to play in my neighborhood, I was elated!
As we took our seats we noticed an incredibly age-diverse crowd. Toddlers, the elderly and everyone in between came out to see Suess performed in live action on a stage before them… superb actors, puppets, lighting effects, an incredible set and fantastic costumes made the familiar characters of Horton, Yertle and more come vibrantly to life in a psychedelic salute to the books that inspired them.
Intermission came, our crew, due for a smoke break, made our way back to the car. Fearing typical lagging, we took care of business and promptly returned to the theatre to find that we still had more than half of the intermission left. 2 of our party took their seats while Sean and I went in search of the bathroom.
We wandered the halls looking for a few minutes before I spied the familiar blue triangle and generic ‘man’ silhouette on a door. I moved straight for it, worming my way through the crowd, as I slid past him, I sent a manly grunt and head-nod towards Sean, obviously indicating that I had acquired my prey.
Through the hall, 2 other men opened the moved towards the door, both around 20, both looked fairly ‘straight-laced’. I got to the door first, and as I opened it, was glad that it was a large bathroom, not a one-seater. However, whatever joy I felt in knowing I wasn’t holding anyone up from peeing, quickly passed as I took my second step into the room. One of the 2 strangers was behind me, his friend behind him, Sean still back in the hall.
It hit the other guys as soon as it hit me. All three of us knocked our heads backed in unison.
“Ugggg!” I moaned, “Someone was NOT fucking around in here,eh?” I broke the taboo… I spoke to strange men while in a public bathroom… but the preternatural stench was calling for an serious response.
I did it, I crossed the boundry, I talked… I had to.
This came as we were in mid-ritual, each individual picking a toilet quickly and with the normal zero-sound/zero-eye contact which is the unwritten (as far as I know) law of Mens’ Rooms throughout society.
A moment of silence… I thought the odor had brought us together… I thought that such a foul smell would have created a bond between me and these men that put our relationship in the next level… was I wrong?
The silence broke with a snicker; Jackpot!
The other one, moving for the single stall, opened the door and gasped, “awww… someone dropped a deuce in here.”
We all laughed briefly, then returned the silence. I stared straight ahead at the wall as I peed into the urinal. Then, Sean came in.
“WhoA MOLLY!!” he shouted.
Hahahah… laughter from the whole room.
“That’s what I call a Three-Day Release” Sean follows right on the tail of his first joke.
The laughter gets more intense.
He shoots off two or three more, the response getting more and more boisterous each time.
I’m trying to focus so I can control the stream of urine, laughing in near hysterics… and it hits me…
I’m standing around with strangers, huge smile on my face, my cock in hand – jiggling uncontrollably with laughter. It was a new experience to say the least.
I reflected on sexuality...
I think I’ll just be quiet in public bathrooms.
-fritts '07
I’ve long been a fan of Dr. Suess. When I heard that a collection of his books had been turned into a musical, I was excited… When I heard that it was to play in my neighborhood, I was elated!
As we took our seats we noticed an incredibly age-diverse crowd. Toddlers, the elderly and everyone in between came out to see Suess performed in live action on a stage before them… superb actors, puppets, lighting effects, an incredible set and fantastic costumes made the familiar characters of Horton, Yertle and more come vibrantly to life in a psychedelic salute to the books that inspired them.
Intermission came, our crew, due for a smoke break, made our way back to the car. Fearing typical lagging, we took care of business and promptly returned to the theatre to find that we still had more than half of the intermission left. 2 of our party took their seats while Sean and I went in search of the bathroom.
We wandered the halls looking for a few minutes before I spied the familiar blue triangle and generic ‘man’ silhouette on a door. I moved straight for it, worming my way through the crowd, as I slid past him, I sent a manly grunt and head-nod towards Sean, obviously indicating that I had acquired my prey.
Through the hall, 2 other men opened the moved towards the door, both around 20, both looked fairly ‘straight-laced’. I got to the door first, and as I opened it, was glad that it was a large bathroom, not a one-seater. However, whatever joy I felt in knowing I wasn’t holding anyone up from peeing, quickly passed as I took my second step into the room. One of the 2 strangers was behind me, his friend behind him, Sean still back in the hall.
It hit the other guys as soon as it hit me. All three of us knocked our heads backed in unison.
“Ugggg!” I moaned, “Someone was NOT fucking around in here,eh?” I broke the taboo… I spoke to strange men while in a public bathroom… but the preternatural stench was calling for an serious response.
I did it, I crossed the boundry, I talked… I had to.
This came as we were in mid-ritual, each individual picking a toilet quickly and with the normal zero-sound/zero-eye contact which is the unwritten (as far as I know) law of Mens’ Rooms throughout society.
A moment of silence… I thought the odor had brought us together… I thought that such a foul smell would have created a bond between me and these men that put our relationship in the next level… was I wrong?
The silence broke with a snicker; Jackpot!
The other one, moving for the single stall, opened the door and gasped, “awww… someone dropped a deuce in here.”
We all laughed briefly, then returned the silence. I stared straight ahead at the wall as I peed into the urinal. Then, Sean came in.
“WhoA MOLLY!!” he shouted.
Hahahah… laughter from the whole room.
“That’s what I call a Three-Day Release” Sean follows right on the tail of his first joke.
The laughter gets more intense.
He shoots off two or three more, the response getting more and more boisterous each time.
I’m trying to focus so I can control the stream of urine, laughing in near hysterics… and it hits me…
I’m standing around with strangers, huge smile on my face, my cock in hand – jiggling uncontrollably with laughter. It was a new experience to say the least.
I reflected on sexuality...
I think I’ll just be quiet in public bathrooms.
-fritts '07
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