Dotting the “I” in bi

I woke up in the middle of the night, somewhere around 4AM. I had to pee like a horse. I unlocked my door, sneaked naked across the landing to the upstairs toilet – trying not to wake my parents – but when I arrived at the bowl and took my penis to take that piss, I noticed it was hard as marble. My blatter almost bursted, but try as I might, I didn’t succeed in pushing my cock down enough to aim at the toilet. I tried several acrobatic positions, but when I found something in way of a near-horizontal lean over the bowl, the piss just wouldn’t flow. My cock was painfully hard, so ignoring the pressure in my belly, I started stroking it yet again. I was too sleepy to give it much thought, just let some generic cock-imagery flash through my mind, and I came in under three minutes.

No jet of seemen this time, just a few ropy drips that caused my boner to lose rigidity quickly. I had to wait another minute and felt incredible relief when the urine finally started flowing. I emptied my bladder, surprisingly without spilling a drop on the seat or on the floor, and staggered back to my room. I drew the covers over my naked body this time, and immediately fell back asleep.