The bathroom

Needing to take a leak and wanting to go somewhere he felt more safe, Nate found the nearest bathroom and went in. He walked in, set his bag by the floor, and positioned himself by the urinal.

It was strange, not having to unzip to pee. He could just aim and go, which he did. After a few shakes to get the juice off the end of his dick, he also realized that he didn't have to worry about that as much. When he was finished he turned around and continued looking down as he thought about the implications of nudism and public bathrooms. He didn't have to worry about putting his penis back in his pants, only for some more to leak out making his underwear uncomfortable with a wet spot, or if he didn't wear underwear (which he often didn't) leaving a dark stain visible from the outside. He thought it would be funny to wash his hands, as if sanitation was a priority when his asshole came into direct contact with every surface he sat on. He walked over to the sink and only then looked up at the mirror, realizing what he had been missing this whole time.

His whole body was covered in writing. He had been focusing on his surroundings so much he never thought to look at himself. He was covered in black marker. Someone, who he assumed to be his classmates, wrote degrading slogans all over him while he was out. They said things like "slut" "gay" "pervert" "nudist". They wrote "suck here" and an arrow pointing to his crotch. "Future pornstar" was there, so was "spank me" on his ass. He couldn't see some of the ones written on his back, so he had to take his phone out and take a picture with his back to the mirror.

During this the leftover piss from before was dribbling out. With nothing to soak it up it just fell to the floor, or it would have if it didn't mix with his precum and just slowly drip down in a string.

He tried washing the writing off of his arms in the sink. Nothing seemed to work. It must be in permanent marker. This was bad. He had to walk around like this. He didn't want to leave the solitude of the bathroom, but he didn't have much of a choice. It was that or wait here for somebody to find him.

He grabbed his bag and looked out at the hall, which was both relievingly and frustratingly still empty. As he started walking down the hall again, he didn't know if he wanted to find somebody or not.