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"You having fun?"

These kinds of clubs were not really my style. Half naked people with glow sticks, pumped full with beer, vodka, and molly exchanging as much body sweat as possible on the dance floor like it was still 1995, or as if we hadn't just been through a plague. Loud music making any meaningful conversation impossible, leaving shouts, gestures, and physical contact as the only modes of communication. Even here in the harsh light by the piss trough the muffled euro-techno-shit was shaking the walls. The alcohol was however cheap, and my friends were out there, somewhere, presumably, but the drugs and the dancing and the music wasn't really for me.

"I love it" I told the dude next to me who for some reason had decided to strike up a conversation with me while we both emptied our bladders. Perhaps he too was starved for conversation. I had a quick look at him. He was way out of my normal social circles. Buzzed hair, but bearded, lots of piercings, and an abundance of tattoos, though curiously mostly in the areas that show when you do wear clothes. He mostly didn't though. His white T-shirt was hanging at his side, tucked through a loop of his cargo shorts. His exposed torso and arms were surprisingly free of ink. He was also out of my league, tanned, toned, and good looking. I couldn't help noticing his rather big cock hanging out and emptying into my piss and the trickle of leaky water running towards the drain.

He too did notice though. He hadn't been shy from the start, the kind of relaxed confidence you get when everyone wants to bed you. He had observed me, my reaction, and my dick without hiding it. He smirked when he saw that I saw that he saw. Carelessly he abruptly put his cock back into whatever underwear he had, if any, I didn't look, and zipped his shorts. "Glad to hear, dude. Just go out there and bring some big dick energy with you." he answered, and patted both my shoulders hard as he left.

There was a wet thud from the urinal and the feeling was so weird that I deciphered the visual senses before any other. There, in the urinal trough was a dick just long enough that one end touched the cold, trickle of water, and the other end was attached to me. I kind of hoped someone had slipped drugs into my beer, because otherwise this would soon become a problem.