Lit.Org - a community for readers and writers Advanced Search

Average Rating

(1 votes)

RatingRated by

You must login to vote

“God I hate that smell” he thought, holding his penis between two fingers, urine flowing into an emptied plastic soda bottle. He had never tried it before, the idea always seemed a little odd to him. Something about holding your dick in your hands while flying down the highway at eighty miles an hour. Cars full of families driving right next to you, completely unaware that they are in such close proximity to a “live” penis. Sometimes he thought the lines people draw between decency make no sense. So what if he had his dick in his hands? What is the difference when it’s in his pants? Less than a quarter inch of denim?

Twisting on the cap completed the act. “What to do with the bottle?” he thought, fearing to actually put it down on the upholstery. He knew the piss was securely contained within the bottle, he just couldn’t get his mind past the stigma of urine. Filth. Waste. “It’s piss for fuck’s sake!” At this point, out the window was the only option. “Besides”, he thought, “Kansas needs a few landmarks here and there.” He felt for the window button and pressed it with a click. Once the window had fully retracted into the door he quickly flung the bottle over the roof of the car. He immediately looked into the rearview mirror. Watching for the instance when the bottle would hit the ground. Disappointing. It landed with a thud. Somehow he thought that if the top came off and the contents spilt he would find some small bit of gratification. But that was not to be.

Despite the disgusting nature and the moral dilemma’s associated with peeing in a bottle “You can’t beat the convenience” he thought. Stopping to pee, would have been a fifteen to twenty minute delay, and he was in no mood to stop. Besides, in Kansas, the stops where few and far between.


The following comments are for "Kansas - Part I"
by dhazelrig

Bottled pee is sad
It seemed a strange beginning for a story. Yet I'll hold my tongue. I've driven many miles in my time and seen a lot of little yellow bottles along side the road. I often wondered who had left them?

I was travelling with my Brother-in-law up to Northern California a few months back....I told him about the little yellow bottles after seeing one. He was disgusted. He said he had never noticed one in all his years of driving. Interestingly enough, he told me just last weekend that he now sees them everywhere he goes. Just lying along side the freeway. Lonely pee that never quite got where it was going. Sad if you think about it.

As I said, I'll refrain judgement on the story until I see more...keep going though, it's got my interest...pee and all.

( Posted by: Jeff [Member] On: February 7, 2002 )

Add Your Comment

You Must be a member to post comments and ratings. If you are NOT already a member, signup now it only takes a few seconds!

All Fields are required

Commenting Guidelines:
  • All comments must be about the writing. Non-related comments will be deleted.
  • Flaming, derogatory or messages attacking other members well be deleted.
  • Adult/Sexual comments or messages will be deleted.
  • All subjects MUST be PG. No cursing in subjects.
  • All comments must follow the sites posting guidelines.
The purpose of commenting on Lit.Org is to help writers improve their writing. Please post constructive feedback to help the author improve their work.