Public indecency

Hidden from the sun, between the bricked walls of two large buildings, Boris mused to himself, thinking back to the events of the day. "Well that was fucking horseshit." He scoffed, the image of the mother and her young daughter fading into his memory. "That didn't solve nothing." He glanced down to the earring in his hand, the glint of the jewelry catching what little light there was in the alley; the large N emblazed upon it taunting him. "'N' - stands for nothing, clearly."

He pocketed it before setting out once more, making his way down the busy walkway carrying his life with him. There was one perk to being a vagabond like him: the city was his oyster. His home. The irony of being homeless was that his house was bigger than everyone's who lived in this damned city. Combined.

Him and his fellows, those who were down on their luck and didn't have a roof over their heads... "We can go anywhere we damn well please." He mused out loud, his thoughts both vocal and mental. "Fuck what everyone says - this city's our home. Makes it normal for us to be anywhere we damn well want to be."

Immediately around him, nothing changed. Just Boris being Boris; a vagabond on his quest to nowhere. Across the city however, the day-by-day suddenly became even busier as the city's underbelly, those who shunned society by living in its gutter, exited the hidden passageways that made up their network.

The street camper from earlier left his usual corner, entering the local Jodie's much to the dismay of the young female employee who worked there. Not because he wasn't welcomed - oh no, he could live in the restaurant for all she cared - but because it would slow down the flow of customers as every hot women who visited found herself pausing mid-order to go give the poor sap a sultry kiss.

Similar scenes played out across the city, from the bustling downtown area to the quiet suburbs. One family would later discover, as its denizens arrived from work and school, that a man had decided that their guest bedroom was his new living quarters, enjoying the luxury of the mother's bath and her daughter's bathbombs, listening to the sounds of the young girl showing her parent just how much of a mama's girl she truly was.

Others found themselves in grocery stores or government buildings, for they had access by virtue of their homelessness, proper clearance or not. Naturally, they couldn't steal or buy anything, since proper funding was still something they lacked, but as the alleys emptied, it became quite clear that the homeless crowding the streets weren't as unfortunate as they often made it seem.

Except for Boris, who was quite oblivious to the happenings around him. After all, why pay attention to the movings of one person when another suddenly walked in his place? People were a blur, a constant flux of motion that had little affect on his life. Sure, he could ask them for petty change, but that too had a time and place. Now Boris had more pressing concerns. He was on an important quest - a mission to find out exactly why people had started-

Oh. He paused mid-stride, a more important matter drawing his attention. Nature, and its call.

"Fuck a piss would do me good." He mumbled to no one, glancing from street corner to street corner. Now that he was actually paying attention, he could tell that the pedestrian traffic had fizzled a little. With a little luck, he could find himself a place away from the peering eyes of strangers and do his civic duty to his body. He scratched his chin, scanning about. Yes, that stairway would do nicely.

Normally, he'd have more shame, heeding to the rules of the land and hiding his deed from everyone. But, his earlier tryst with Timmy, Leslie, and Marissa had made him bold and he was sure that the earrings held some kind of power, despite their failings with the mother/daughter combo from before. After all, what else would the giant N stand for if not 'Naughty'?

In fact, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like there was two powers at play here. One that let him spray Leslie with semen, the other that made that hot redhead smooch that homeless brother of his.

However, such inquiries weren't done when one's Johnson was in hand and, when was Boris was sure no one could see him, he let out a deep sigh as he wetted the concrete next to him.

And so it was just his luck that a woman shrieked not two steps from him, making him jump and ruining his flow. He turned to face her, piss arcing broadly across the street, and took offense at the fact that this poor mother of two was shielding her sons' eyes as she ran away from him.

"What, never seen a penis before?" He shouted after her, angry that she'd ruined a good piss. "Those boys of yours each have one! And you clearly fucked a couple or else they wouldn't be here! Fuck!"

To make matters worse, the hag had done the one thing he'd been trying to avoid: draw prying eyes to his private time, and now on-goers gave him the stink-eye as they passed by, clearly unimpressed with his public indecency though at least one secret slut was clearly impressed with his flaccid dimensions.

"Jesus." He cursed as he tucked his dick away, the moment ruined. "Whatever happened to 'When you gotta go, you gotta go'? Surely it's normal to pee wherever you want, when you want - especially when we live in a world where that's a common saying, no?"

As expected, his question remained unanswered, the world silently passing by him. Shaking his head, he rushed to the nearest street corner, leaving his mess behind; just in case someone had decided to call the authorities. The last thing he needed was to get into trouble.

Had he turned around, he would've caught a strange sight indeed: a young coed, early twenties, hands firmly holding shopping bags, pausing to put down her heavy load before rushing to undo her jeans, pulling both it and her panties down to her ankles, and squatting to pee all over the sidewalk.