The problem with taking a piss (PC)
by Sidis68
Posted to Stories on 2003-07-11 13:21:00
It’s hard for me to piss this morning. I have to piss every morning. Usually around 7:30 or maybe 8. But anyway, my bladder becomes my alarm clock and I urinate a thousand dreams of the night translucent yellow into the toilet. Oh and Not to get on the perverted side of things but I can always rely on my morning wood as an added obstacle to this ritual. This is just a fact of life to any male. But anyway, it’s hard for me to piss this morning.
I slept in a hostel last night. A youth hostel. You know, where the foreigners are in and out and they all band together giggling and spouting off sharp alien sentences as they go along. It’s Mostly girls here. Russian girls to be exact. I stole one of their toothbrushes. It was the electrical kind or battery kind. It’s a nice toothbrush. Russians must take pride in their teeth. I don’t take as good care of my teeth as I ought too. But anyway this hostel is filled with all these foreigners, mostly Russian girls, and I slept in it last night and It’s hard for me to take a piss this morning.
I’m laying on my bed surrounded by foreigners-probably seconds away from getting up to take a piss themselves-In my boxers with a nice morning stiffy and I need to take a fucking leak. Oh yeah and I’m on the top bunk above some dude cuddled up to a teddy bear. This guy’s like 55 and he’s cuddled up to a teddy beard. This is a fucking youth hostel. What the hell is a 55 year old doing cuddled up to a teddy bear sleeping below me? It’s freaky. This guy probably has a boner too, considering it’s the morning and all. But that’s fucking disturbing. Why am I even thinking about this bastard old man and his teddy bear and the nature of the morning. I gotta take a fucking leak. Jesus my fucking bladder is screaming.
The problem is I can’t just hop down to the floor, erection and all with these folks just asnoozin. I bet a few of em are awake. Yesterday morning I woke up and some Ukrainian mother Fucker was staring at me under his linens. I said morning and then he told me that there was an aquarium down the street and that he planned to visit it today. Why do Ukrainians always have to stare at you in the morning and then tell you about some off-the-wall tourist venue as your waking up just wanting to take a piss? But anyway I gotta take a leak. There is a towel right behind me hanging on the bed rail above my head. That’ll do the trick. I sit up and try to finagle this towel around my waste, constantly paranoid of some Ukrainian or a 55-year-old man cuddling up to a teddy bear staring at me. Ahh done, on to the bathroom.
A few minutes later with the toilet flushed and a sigh of relief I open the stall and begin to make my way outa the bathroom. The first thing I see is that weird 55-year-old man brushing his teeth and I think he’s using the toothbrush I stole from the Russian gals. I kinda stop a few feet away from him dumbfounded.
“Hey you gotta watch.” The old man says
“uhh…nah I don’t.” This guy is freaking me out. I still stand there in awe of the entire situation. Man this is getting weird. I don’t know why it is, but it is and I gotta do something about. So I reply to the weird fuck using a toothbrush very similar to my own stolen one.
“Oh you need to know what time it is?”
“Yeah”