“Gee, thanks,” John said, standing up and thumping his dick. “No chance of peeing now.”
“Come back to bed then.” Mitch rose up as if to snatch John, but the smaller man dodged out of the way.
“No way. Unless you want wet sheets. And no,” John thought it wise to mention, “I’m not into golden showers and all that stuff.”
Mitch smiled. “Good, ‘cause I’m not either.”
John went in search of the bathroom. It wasn’t hard to find. The cottages were small and seemed to all be laid out in the same way.