Recently found myself at a Hobby Lobby (of all places) and in need of a quick trip to the men's room. Picking the usual stall next to the urinals, I pulled out my phone, then sat to pee and cruise the net a bit.

Someone enters the room and walks to the urinal nearest to me, and even though I'm not actively cruising, I take note of the light blue canvas shoes.

He finishes, flushes, and I hear the sink run and then stop. Paper towel dispenser, drying hands, and then a pause. Next thing I see are these light blue canvas shoes walk back and stand at the next urinal over.

Go time, right? I stand, flush, and head for the sink. No eye contact from him, but he's flushing again now. No eye contact at the sink as I finish my hands and am drying them. Older gent, maybe late fifties, early sixties.

Moment of truth. Casually turn and walk back to urinals. Pull out my soft but thickening cock and tease it a bit, keeping an eye out for blue shoes. Getting hard now, heartbeat is elevated and... He just left the room.

Damnit! Well, fuck it. I finish off my disappointed cock and flush the lonely load away.

Maybe next time.