So there I was at a bar around 11 at night during a mild hurricane.
I started drinking around 11 in the morning with some friends and throughout the day moving into the night I consumed so many liquids; 8 drafts of beers, a 24oz. bottle mixed container of rum and soda, 2 tall cups of vodka and soda,...
I was enjoying myself with a Long Island Ice Tea at the bar listening to the crowed of people's chatter lighten up the place with excitement... during the early hours of opening the place can be very.. bland.
Outside was raining "cats & dogs", a storm was brewing in and it was only getting worse since where I was at is close to the coast.
With all the liquids in me and the magnified sound of over a trillion water droplets hitting the ground outside... I decided to go use the restroom.. so I got up and walked on over to the back of the pub.
I reached the urinal and pulled out my d**k. I swear I saw it there and the urine flying out of my urethra into the wall toilet. I wasn't sure why I started to feel warm moisture in my pants... must had been from the rain earlier when I had stepped outside to enjoy a cigarette and now I'm acknowledging the wetness.. as for the warmth; It was probably just my body heat and possibly someone turned the heater up since it was beginning to get chilly considering it was nearing midnight.
I made sure my genitals were placed away in my underwear under my pants with the zipper up and the button done with the belt buckled, but I guess I was either too fast, drunk or both, because the protocol of putting my balls and wiener after urinating was already completed.
I washed my hands with soap and warm water then commenced back over to where my Long Island Ice Tea was last at.
The cute female bartender with a wedding ring on her finger came over, I didn't care about that ring... if she gave me no lack of consent then bent over.....
"Ay... you're cut off from buying more drinks so finish what you have there then head on safety home." She said.
I told her, "No worries... after I finish this drink I'll be heading out anyways. Was already part of the plan" She smiled and nodded with acknowledgement of what I had said then walked away.
Damn b***h cutting me off, no problem with the drink, but with my thought of pounding that nice booty of her's and kissing her neck as I hold one side of her waist with one hand and the other arm of mine wrapped underneath the arm on the opposite side of the waist I'm holding; fondling her breasts and rubbing her chest.
All I needed was courage to ask her about hooking up after she got off work, which is what I currently had considering the drunken state I was in... but as for my erection..
My mind was in the mood... I was in the mood.. but from all the years I've pitched tents; I know when I have successfully or at least half-way pitched a tent and I surely wasn't pitching a tent.
I looked down at my pants, where my sausage and meatballs would be seen at if I wasn't wearing any pants, so I could try to figure out in my intoxicated state why I couldn't get an erection.....
I got up... grabbed my belongings and jacket then walked out the door..
Turns out this rain from the hurricane is a good thing, because as it turned out:
I pissed my pants and needed a lot of help covering it up.
I also decided to stop drinking all together that night...
Zaku Viviteal Community Member 
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