A lot of folks have asked me if I had any more encounters with Don (the Vietnames guy). I did see him once without his Speedo. It was sort of weird how I managed it.

Don came over to my apartment once and we drank and watched NFL football. We had a few beers and he said he needed to pee. He went to my restroom in the hall.

I walked towards my bedroom and as I approached the bathroom, I noticed he did not completely close the door. I slowed down and peeked in as I heard his urine stream start to come out. He had pulled down his Oakley board shorts (they didn't have buttons or a zipper) and I noticed he had also pulled down his nearly thong-like underwear. I'm sure my ex wife and a number of girls would have loved his toned butt.

I got at an angle where I could see him in the mirror and I looked down at his abdomen. His long, thick soft cock just hung down...and down... and down!  His cock was uncircumcised and he had his left hand at the very base of it. He looked like he was at least 6 inches long and 2 inches wide SOFT! He probably would have had a tough time pulling that monster through a zipper anyway ;-)

The stream of urine that came out was so strong! When I pee standing up, I barely have enough force to cause much rippling or splash back, but I bet his urine was driving down into the base of the toilet bowl and the drops from the splashes were shooting out of the bowl and onto the floor!

At last his stream started to slacken. He cleared his throat and spit into the toilet. He then took his left hand and slid it towards the middle of this veiny shaft and lifted it up with the front part just hanging down. He then whipped his dick down violently and a burst of pee came out. His big balls just jiggled back and forth.

He did this 3-4 more times and at last he had cleaned out his water canon! He grabbed a bit of toilet paper with his right hand and he moved his left up to the top of his cock as he lifted it up way past his belly button and peeled back his skin to expose his reddish/purplish head and wiped it off. He then dropped it and it slapped against his bulging balls and his thigh with a nice meaty sound.

He pulled up his leopard print underwear and he had to stuff his man meat into a very large pouch. The back part was like a g-string so most of his ass was still on display. He then pulled up his board shorts. He went over to the sink and washed his hands and face.

When he looked into the mirror, I hurriedly moved away from the crack of the door. I don' doubt he probably saw my shadow moving away from it.

He went back to the living room and I came back from my bedroom through the hall. He chuckled and asked, "What were you doing back there?" I said "I had to get some money from my wallet if we're going to order pizza for the second half of the game."

Don looked at me and smiled and said, "Sure, get that and get me another beer. I just had a HUGE piss and have lots of space in my bladder for more!"

When I went to bed that night after the end of the game, I couldn't get that big yellow cock out of my mind! I wondered if I should have dropped my pants and walked in on him while jacking myself off or gotten on my knees and held it for him?!

I wonder if he left that door cracked open on purpose just to show off? I do know that he did speak to me more authoritatively and he used to joke about me in front of various girls after he found out I was a member of Kelli's "Small Penis Club" website. We would be at bars and if I was speaking to a girl, he'd say something like "Do you want to know a little secret about Ronnie?" or "You don't know what a stud my man Ronnie is!"