Gaste85, caught in the throes of a sudden urge, can't wait to find a bathroom. In the dimly lit hallway, he unzips, letting a stream of hot piss soak through his jeans, creating a growing wet patch. The fabric clings to his thighs, the warm liquid dripping onto the floor, pooling around his feet. He groans, relief washing over him, as the last drops fall, leaving a trail of his actions for anyone passing by to see.