A Day at the Nature Reserve
Posted: 03 Jul 2026, 12:58
Chris sat at a table in the library completing some homework when his friend Colin approached. “Chris, are you ready for our trip tomorrow?” he asked.
“Absolutely! It should be epic.”
The trip to a nature reserve with Father James had been one of the most anticipated events of the year for the college’s tiny science club, especially since the young men so seldom left the confides of the campus, which was so spectacularly different from the bustling inner city that surrounded its walls. Within, St. Mary's was a place of tradition, contemplation, rigorous study, and, of course, rules. Its facilities were dated, but charming, from the vast gymnasium to the gothic-style chapel with its ornate painted ceilings, flaking in some corners, crumbling a little in a few others. But Chris’ favorite was the library, rows upon rows of dusty old tomes, the musty smell of old books, and forgotten corners where one could lose himself for an hour reading about some far away land and time.
“Father James said the weather will be perfect,” Colin added.
Father James had only been at St. Mary's College for two years, but in this short time, the young, dashing priest had managed to endear himself to the small student body there, enlivening previously drab biology lectures and even occasionally joining a pick-up game of basketball with the students in the evening, often still clad in his black cassock. He wasn't that much older than the students, especially compared to most of the grey-haired faculty members who had been teaching there for decades.
Like many of the young men at the all-male institution, Chris aspired to the priesthood, focusing his studies on theology, history, ancient Greek and Latin, and introductory cannon law with additional strong interests in natural sciences. It was a vastly different college experience than many-- no wild parties, no fraternities, and definitely no girls over on the weekends. So, a full day at a nature reserve would be a great escape!
The weather the next day was indeed perfect. Father James drove the small group in an old van emblazoned with college logo on the sides—the anticipation among the five male students was high, all excited to enjoy a day away from their usual studies and strict routines. For the next hour and a half, the men chatted and joked lightheartedly. The nature reserve was in a remote area and after Father pulled into the gravel parking lot—Chris, Colin, Steve, Bart, and Matthew all piled out of the van and into the crisp clean air of the forest. The men ignored the little building with the chemical toilets at the edge of the parking area, eager to begin their adventures.
The day was filled with observing the wonders of nature, collecting samples for later analysis and study, and enjoying each other’s company. Father James was clad not in his traditional black cassock, but instead in hiking boots, cargo pants, and khaki shirt. He led the group through various trails, alongside breathtaking streams, and even to a small waterfall, stopping only to eat the lunches they had packed before they left. As the shadows grew longer, it was time to return to St. Mary’s. When they entered the gravel parking lot, Bart and Matthew headed towards the toilets and the other men followed. While most would have simply relieved themselves in nature, these young men were all city dwellers and rule followers. Bart, the tall black-haired man, pulled on the door and then sighed as he realized it was locked.
“Maybe someone’s in there,” Matthew suggested.
Bart knocked but there was no answer. Father James walked over. “Door’s locked,” Bart said, “I’ll never be able to make it all the way back to St. Mary’s without a visit to the men’s room.” The others quickly agreed.
Father James chose his words carefully, “You’re all very smart men. Figure it out. Improvise, just like nature itself does. The solution's all around you.”
Chris spoke up, “You mean just go out here?”
“Well, think about how other mammals relieve themselves out here. We’re all mammals.”
Bart was bursting and needed no other permission. He immediately started walking behind the locked toilet building, a smile on his face. The other four young men followed.
Father James thought of joining them as his bladder was filled as well, but then thought the better of it. Camaraderie with students was one thing, but anything that could give even the faintest impression of sexual misconduct was taboo—exposing himself in front of them even to urinate behind a tree would not be a good decision. He looked around desperately then quickly walked behind the van. There were only a couple of other vehicles in the parking lot and no one seemed to be around. He unzipped his fly, removed his penis, and made a huge puddle on the ground in front of him, throwing his head back and sighing in relief.
Behind the little building, Bart was the first to unzip, while his desperate classmates lined up alongside him. “You know,” he said, “even the apostles went to the bathroom outdoors.”
Chris chimed in, “What chapter and verse did you read that in?”
“Well, think about it,” Bart said, as a huge arc of urine spewed from his crotch, “most of them were fisherman—outdoorsmen—and I sincerely doubt there were too many public toilets along the Sea of Galilee 2,000 years ago.”
“If it’s good enough for the apostles, it’s good enough for me,” said Colin, who began urinating forcefully.
All five men stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the back of the restroom building. Chris couldn’t help but take a glance down the line at his classmates, all with their flaccid penises in their hands. Any hesitation or shame had quickly drained away as the urine started free flowing down the line, as all five were now peeing quite impressively. Chris was sure he noticed a couple of the others sneaking long glances as well.
Bart shook the last drops of urine off vigorously before tucking himself back into his pants. Chris turned away from the group as he finished, excitement swelling between his fingers as he gave his member a final shake. All five finished up and walked back to the van, where Father James was standing and waiting for them.
“All better now? Ready to go gentlemen?” he asked. The relief amongst the group was palpable.
But, Chris, now both relieved and excited, was the only one who seemed to silently and interestingly notice the giant puddle behind the van.
“Absolutely! It should be epic.”
The trip to a nature reserve with Father James had been one of the most anticipated events of the year for the college’s tiny science club, especially since the young men so seldom left the confides of the campus, which was so spectacularly different from the bustling inner city that surrounded its walls. Within, St. Mary's was a place of tradition, contemplation, rigorous study, and, of course, rules. Its facilities were dated, but charming, from the vast gymnasium to the gothic-style chapel with its ornate painted ceilings, flaking in some corners, crumbling a little in a few others. But Chris’ favorite was the library, rows upon rows of dusty old tomes, the musty smell of old books, and forgotten corners where one could lose himself for an hour reading about some far away land and time.
“Father James said the weather will be perfect,” Colin added.
Father James had only been at St. Mary's College for two years, but in this short time, the young, dashing priest had managed to endear himself to the small student body there, enlivening previously drab biology lectures and even occasionally joining a pick-up game of basketball with the students in the evening, often still clad in his black cassock. He wasn't that much older than the students, especially compared to most of the grey-haired faculty members who had been teaching there for decades.
Like many of the young men at the all-male institution, Chris aspired to the priesthood, focusing his studies on theology, history, ancient Greek and Latin, and introductory cannon law with additional strong interests in natural sciences. It was a vastly different college experience than many-- no wild parties, no fraternities, and definitely no girls over on the weekends. So, a full day at a nature reserve would be a great escape!
The weather the next day was indeed perfect. Father James drove the small group in an old van emblazoned with college logo on the sides—the anticipation among the five male students was high, all excited to enjoy a day away from their usual studies and strict routines. For the next hour and a half, the men chatted and joked lightheartedly. The nature reserve was in a remote area and after Father pulled into the gravel parking lot—Chris, Colin, Steve, Bart, and Matthew all piled out of the van and into the crisp clean air of the forest. The men ignored the little building with the chemical toilets at the edge of the parking area, eager to begin their adventures.
The day was filled with observing the wonders of nature, collecting samples for later analysis and study, and enjoying each other’s company. Father James was clad not in his traditional black cassock, but instead in hiking boots, cargo pants, and khaki shirt. He led the group through various trails, alongside breathtaking streams, and even to a small waterfall, stopping only to eat the lunches they had packed before they left. As the shadows grew longer, it was time to return to St. Mary’s. When they entered the gravel parking lot, Bart and Matthew headed towards the toilets and the other men followed. While most would have simply relieved themselves in nature, these young men were all city dwellers and rule followers. Bart, the tall black-haired man, pulled on the door and then sighed as he realized it was locked.
“Maybe someone’s in there,” Matthew suggested.
Bart knocked but there was no answer. Father James walked over. “Door’s locked,” Bart said, “I’ll never be able to make it all the way back to St. Mary’s without a visit to the men’s room.” The others quickly agreed.
Father James chose his words carefully, “You’re all very smart men. Figure it out. Improvise, just like nature itself does. The solution's all around you.”
Chris spoke up, “You mean just go out here?”
“Well, think about how other mammals relieve themselves out here. We’re all mammals.”
Bart was bursting and needed no other permission. He immediately started walking behind the locked toilet building, a smile on his face. The other four young men followed.
Father James thought of joining them as his bladder was filled as well, but then thought the better of it. Camaraderie with students was one thing, but anything that could give even the faintest impression of sexual misconduct was taboo—exposing himself in front of them even to urinate behind a tree would not be a good decision. He looked around desperately then quickly walked behind the van. There were only a couple of other vehicles in the parking lot and no one seemed to be around. He unzipped his fly, removed his penis, and made a huge puddle on the ground in front of him, throwing his head back and sighing in relief.
Behind the little building, Bart was the first to unzip, while his desperate classmates lined up alongside him. “You know,” he said, “even the apostles went to the bathroom outdoors.”
Chris chimed in, “What chapter and verse did you read that in?”
“Well, think about it,” Bart said, as a huge arc of urine spewed from his crotch, “most of them were fisherman—outdoorsmen—and I sincerely doubt there were too many public toilets along the Sea of Galilee 2,000 years ago.”
“If it’s good enough for the apostles, it’s good enough for me,” said Colin, who began urinating forcefully.
All five men stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the back of the restroom building. Chris couldn’t help but take a glance down the line at his classmates, all with their flaccid penises in their hands. Any hesitation or shame had quickly drained away as the urine started free flowing down the line, as all five were now peeing quite impressively. Chris was sure he noticed a couple of the others sneaking long glances as well.
Bart shook the last drops of urine off vigorously before tucking himself back into his pants. Chris turned away from the group as he finished, excitement swelling between his fingers as he gave his member a final shake. All five finished up and walked back to the van, where Father James was standing and waiting for them.
“All better now? Ready to go gentlemen?” he asked. The relief amongst the group was palpable.
But, Chris, now both relieved and excited, was the only one who seemed to silently and interestingly notice the giant puddle behind the van.
