Bab 3: Chapter 3

After his fourth lager, Rocky’s bladder was fit to burst. He’d been delaying his first piss because of the old saying ‘Once you break the seal, you can’t stop pissing’. When it came to beer and his bladder, there had never been a truer word spoken.

The toilet was dimly lit. Dark figures moved in the eerie light and the sounds of sex competed with those of people pissing. To his left, beneath a small row of windows, there was a line of men. It seemed logical that that was where the urinal was. He saw a space and filled it, taking his cock out of his jeans just in time. The sensation of piss streaming out was almost as good as an orgasm. He’d been holding it in for so long that the relief he felt was palpable. Only as he was shaking off the last drops did he realise there was a man lying in the trough, eagerly accepting all donations of piss.