El Dubya
Song contest commissioner in exile
- Banned
- #1
After a lovely anniversary dinner yesterday my wife and I decided to stroll home through the Treasury and Fitzroy Gardens. Having had a few cocktails I decided to avail myself of the public bathrooms on the border of Lansdowne Street. I entered the room and was startled by a man's bare backside shining in the moonlight, protruding from the doorway to one of the cubicles.
Being a discrete gentleman I ignored this and made my way to the urinal. The chap with the exposed rump closed the door to the cubicle, made his way to the urinal and chose to closely inspect my urinal technique. I once again ignored this and finished voiding my bladder and made my way to the sink, I noticed another man leave the cubicle that the bare bottom had been protruding from. Once again discretion prevailed, I washed my hands and left.
However, I was surprised to see that cottaging still exists in this age of Grindr and the like. Has anybody else had a similar experience, or has been involved in cottaging and wants to explain its' appeal.
Being a discrete gentleman I ignored this and made my way to the urinal. The chap with the exposed rump closed the door to the cubicle, made his way to the urinal and chose to closely inspect my urinal technique. I once again ignored this and finished voiding my bladder and made my way to the sink, I noticed another man leave the cubicle that the bare bottom had been protruding from. Once again discretion prevailed, I washed my hands and left.
However, I was surprised to see that cottaging still exists in this age of Grindr and the like. Has anybody else had a similar experience, or has been involved in cottaging and wants to explain its' appeal.
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