Early this morning, it was raining in the western Chicago suburbs and I woke up early for a badly needed bladder draining.

I went downstairs, opened the door to the back deck and whipped it out. I then let go with a torrent of urine that made a loud "splashy" sound onto the wet wood of the deck. It was a pleasure to know that the rain would quickly wash it all away.

Does anybody else here have "pissing in the rain" or west places for that matter stories?

Had I been awake more, I would have probably jacked off. Can you imagine seeing the silhouette of a man masturbating on his deck in the rain, as the lightning delivered its capricious illumination?

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