There are a lot of smaller shops that have taken over the 'corner store' kinda state, where they are the big name brands but rarely have working toilet facilities.
It is an unwelcome thing to discover that your moment of releif that is so near is not because you misjudged the size of the store and it has no toilet.
At the moment I'm out Ingressing a lot with another player, and due to health issues needs to be careful of what drinks he has. However, water or pepsi max is ok. His comment is 'everywhere is a toilet at night'
In the daytime you have to be a bit more 'careful' as its good to stay hydrated.
I'm sure those students could have been a bit more creative with their task if they tried hard enough... But to do that sometimes you have to be more sober and brighter in real world situations. Until that happens we'll get a lot more views like this
bearshel wrote: ↑08 Dec 2021, 12:26
Hot sighting Ryan1990! What did the busting lad look like? And I love that he was grabbing his dick through his pocket - classic move haha
To be honest I tried not to look too much but just generic early 20s lad really
Nothing wrong with a generic early 20s lad!
This brings to mind images of 1980s US supermarkets with generic cans of food that simply had a label saying "GREEN BEANS". A lad with a t-shirt saying "EARLY 20s LAD"?
To be honest I tried not to look too much but just generic early 20s lad really
Nothing wrong with a generic early 20s lad!
This brings to mind images of 1980s US supermarkets with generic cans of food that simply had a label saying "GREEN BEANS". A lad with a t-shirt saying "EARLY 20s LAD"?
Oh yes, it's so important that we're all labelled accurately, isn't it? Otherwise we might get put into the wrong display cabinet in the museum.
Indeed. You can imagine the frustration and anguish of the young man, fuelled up on beer as he realises he should have gone for a piss before leaving the flat/student halls/etc with this 'quick 15 minute walk' down to get more beer.
Then halfway there deciding that he'll take a leak when he gets there because 'The Sainsburys' (that he's always known) would have toilets. By the time he got there he's really desperate for this piss now, the cooler air and the activity of walking has accellerated the most pressing need to releive his aching bloated bladder, that is consuming his every thought and action as he struggles to hold back the tide.
Hurrying into the store, fingers occasionally darting for a reassuring squeeze to his package as he scours the edges of the store to find the door to his heaven, the toilets. Only, they're not there. He does 2 circuits, in increasing desperation as his bloated aching bladder reminds him it's past full and he needs to void it now.
He admits defeat, returning to his mate in the queue, and he eyes up the tinned booze waiting to get it back to the flat to drink. He dares not think about all that liquid or even if he can make it back to the flat dry.
He absentmindedly squeezes his package in full view of everyone as he ponders, desperately, where on the route back he can stop breifly to release his hosepipe and release this pent up agony coursing through his body...
I am sure we all know that once he's away from the busy roads and onto the back streets he'll find a suitable alley, roadway to garages or discreet paths to pop in and pressure wash the walls, with an amazed euphoric release that probably goes on for nearly a minute and reminds him that he's never pissed so much before after such an agonising wait...
Tytn wrote: ↑14 Dec 2021, 04:15
Indeed. You can imagine the frustration and anguish of the young man, fuelled up on beer as he realises he should have gone for a piss before leaving the flat/student halls/etc with this 'quick 15 minute walk' down to get more beer.
Then halfway there deciding that he'll take a leak when he gets there because 'The Sainsburys' (that he's always known) would have toilets. By the time he got there he's really desperate for this piss now, the cooler air and the activity of walking has accellerated the most pressing need to releive his aching bloated bladder, that is consuming his every thought and action as he struggles to hold back the tide.
Hurrying into the store, fingers occasionally darting for a reassuring squeeze to his package as he scours the edges of the store to find the door to his heaven, the toilets. Only, they're not there. He does 2 circuits, in increasing desperation as his bloated aching bladder reminds him it's past full and he needs to void it now.
He admits defeat, returning to his mate in the queue, and he eyes up the tinned booze waiting to get it back to the flat to drink. He dares not think about all that liquid or even if he can make it back to the flat dry.
He absentmindedly squeezes his package in full view of everyone as he ponders, desperately, where on the route back he can stop breifly to release his hosepipe and release this pent up agony coursing through his body...
I am sure we all know that once he's away from the busy roads and onto the back streets he'll find a suitable alley, roadway to garages or discreet paths to pop in and pressure wash the walls, with an amazed euphoric release that probably goes on for nearly a minute and reminds him that he's never pissed so much before after such an agonising wait...
Although perhaps his boxers would be just a wee bit damp before he makes it into the alley...
Quite commonly when a group is having a few beers and they run out, somebody goes for more. He's been drinking and shouldn't drive, so he may have to walk for a while to get to the store. If he didn't bother to pee before he left (and fellows that age aren't inclined to precautionary pees), it's logical that his bladder might be full by the time he go to the shop.
