It was March 29th. My name is Juan, and that day I was at my cousin Rafa's wedding, who was marrying his Lithuanian girlfriend, Diana. The bride's best man had to be her brother, since her father had passed away in their country many years ago. Lukas was a 28-year-old Lithuanian who had been living in Spain for 5 years, just like his sister. He was 1.85 meters tall, with short blonde hair and hypnotic blue eyes, and his slender body and slender figure suggested that he was a classical ballet dancer with straight proportions both in his physique and in his way of acting.

I, on the other hand, am a 35-year-old guy with very little success among men. I'm 1.70 meters tall, with brown eyes and hair, a regular guy who, while not ugly, doesn't have anything that stands out about me, except for a timid feather that denotes from a distance that I'm homosexual.

We were already at the dance, and the three glasses of rum with lemon, plus the endless beers from the cocktail and the food, were starting to take effect. That's how I headed to the bathroom to unload everything I had drunk. The urinal was one of those large gray ones that don't have separation and leave little to the imagination. I was very shy, but I had no choice but to go if I didn't want to burst, so I placed myself in a corner hoping that no one would enter. I had already started to urinate when suddenly a guy came in and stood right next to me to urinate. Well, there wasn't much space, and he had to stand just a meter away from me. Lukas pulled out his cock and started urinating with great virulence, even splashing me with his golden liquid. Suddenly, a laugh started to burst out of Lukas. "But what kind of shit do you have between your legs?" Lukas had discovered my 3 cm of short cock that barely peeked out of the fly of my pants. Intuitively and embarrassed, I looked to my left and saw the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. A perfectly proportioned piece of cock, long and thick, which even when flaccid was bigger than my cock when erect.

Suddenly, Lukas cut off his stream and went to the sink where I had left my rum and lemon drink that I was taking, and returned to my side to pour the contents of the glass into the urinal, except for the ice cube that was left. He leaned the glass on the urinal and started to urinate into it until it was full with his piss. Once he finished urinating, he approached my ear and whispered in a Spanish accent from an Eastern country, "If you want to eat my cock tonight, you'll have to go out and drink that glass out there with your family and not waste a single drop, I'll be watching you." And with the same audacity, he picked up his piece of meat, threw a lap in my glass, smiled at me, and left with his stylized figure.