Matt shrugged, and said, "Well, it was a long drive out here, and I do need to pee."
He unzipped and stepped up to the urinal.
"Hey, make room, I gotta go too," Calvin added unbuttoning his fly and stepping up next to Matt.
"Don't cross streams," laughed Mark as he leaned back in the door frame and looked down at Uriel's mortified expression. The sound of liquid streams brought tears to both Uriel and Mark's eyes. Tears of defeat for Uriel, tears of laughter for Mark.
Mark's eyes drifted to Calvin's exposed buttocks. The dude was wearing a thong under his jeans. He fingered the roofies in his front pocket.
"Hey, why don't you guys spend the night. It was a long drive. We can have some beer, piss in Uri, and you can sleep in his bed, as he has other accommodations now."
"Could we see?" Calvin asked.
Mark cocked his head.
"Could we see the rest of Uriel."
"Oh, sure, in a minute or so. When you two are done, I need to piss too."