Hi everyone, this is a continuation of my story from earlier this year about a group of students staying in a skiing hostel. (Remember when we used to go places?). The first part of the story is here. Like the first it contains naughty indoor peeing, some sexual content, and elements of pee vandalism (though nothing overly malicious). ######################### Jo woke up early on their first morning in the ski hostel. A weak morning sun was shining in through the tattered curtain. The room was full of the snores of the other roommates and, it had to be said, a certain musky smell. The use that the seven holidaying students had put the room’s carpet to the night before had made its mark. There were muffled sounds as two of the other students stirred. Helen and Chloe had shared the bottom bunk across from Jo, both squeezing into the narrow space. Now they sat up, yawning and stretching. Helen was short, blonde, and athletic, and had slept in boxers and a tank top; Chloe was a bit taller, thin, and brunette, and wearing Lord of the Rings pyjamas. The two looked around the room, apparently checking if anybody else was awake. Jo’s eyes were half-open, and surely the two girls had seen it; but perhaps not, because they started to change. Jo didn’t realise until too late what the girls were doing, and once Chloe had pulled her shirt over her head, it seemed too late to interrupt. Besides … Jo had known Chloe for a few years at the trampolining club, and had always been curious what she looked like under that uniform … Helen had quickly stripped down to just her skin. She bent over the drawers by her bed to find something to wear -- flashing her pale rear to the sky as she did so -- then she seemed to hesitate. She straightened up again, stood with her legs a little wider than usual, and concentrated. A second later, a stream of piss came from her bare crotch, gently at first, and then with more pressure as she pushed harder. A muffled pattering filled the room. Chloe looked around, surprised, and giggled when she saw what Helen was doing. Chloe was also naked by this point, with a pert and cute pair of tits on display. She whispered something to Helen, then crouched down beside her. From this angle Jo couldn’t see her stream, but could hear it, and could see the puddle spreading across the thin carpet beneath her. The two girls finished up, both giggling, and started to get dressed. Soon they had slipped out of the room, probably looking for an early breakfast. Jo was very turned on by this point. Their hands went down inside their pyjamas to deal with the problem, rubbing back and forth surreptitiously, trying to be quiet in the shared room. The sound of the door opening and closing seemed to have disturbed some of the other roommates. A few people were stirring and groaning. A couple of minutes after the girls left, Jo was disturbed by creaks from the bunk above, and then by a splashing sound. Trickles of liquid were running down the wall beside the bed. In the bunk above, Kelly had decided the pressure in her bladder was not worth leaving the warmth and comfort of her bed to deal with, and that in a pinch the gap between the bed and wall was a good compromise. Jo quickly pulled their blankets on the lower bunk away from the wall, then watched the rivulets of Kelly’s pee run down the painted surface and disappear into the space below the bed. Somehow, this only turned Jo on more. At the other end of the room, Steve was pulling himself up in bed and yawning. “God, this place stinks,” he called to the room at large. He reached one foot out of the bed and felt the floor. “The carpet’s still wet as well, gross.” “This whole thing was your idea, dickhead,” said Nicole, leaning down from her top bunk to face him. “Don’t say you’re chickening out now.” “Course not,” said Steve. “I’m just saying, it’s gross.” He clambered to his feet and stretched. On the bunk above his, Will was also awake. He hadn’t spoken, but the bed creaked as he moved around under the covers -- from the occasional grunt, the movement was more tossing than turning. “Put some jeans on, Steve,” complained Nicole. “We don’t want to see your morning glory.” It was true that Steve’s boxers did little to cover his anatomy, which was straining at the elasticated waistband. “I always wake up like this,” said Steve. “Shows I’m healthy. I got nothing to hide.” So saying, he pulled his boxers down and let his cock loose. It bounced upright. He turned to face the bunk below Nicole, which nobody had slept in, and he pissed hands-free. It sprayed messily over the covers, the pillow, and the wall behind, re-soaking everything that had partly dried overnight. Steve was laughing. “Gross,” said Nicole, though she was watching intently. “You dunno what it’s like to piss with morning wood,” said Steve. “Trying to aim for a little toilet -- the leaning, trying to point it down -- beds are so much better, I can just stand here and let it go where it wants!” “Half the guys I’ve dated used that as an excuse to piss in the shower,” said Nicole. “Ah, well I don’t shower in the mornings,” said Steve, as his stream petered out. “If I’m rock hard I usually just piss in the sink.” He shook himself dry and kicked his boxers to one side, then went to his suitcase and started pulling out clothes to wear. “Hey, Steve, watch this,” said Nicole. She pulled her covers aside. It seemed she had slept in a T-shirt and nothing else. She shifted to the edge of her bunk and she lay back, her legs sticking out into the air, her trimmed crotch at eye level. “What, you just showing me your muff?” Steve asked. “We all saw it yesterday already.” “Give me a second,” said Nicole. She breathed in, and on the breath out her piss started coming. It sprayed forwards and down, not so much a stream as a shower. The extra height meant it fell with force, and the noise was loud as the droplets hammered on the carpeted floor. Will, Jo and Kelly all turned to look at the sound. Steve took a hasty step backwards and pulled his suitcase out of the way of the stray drops that bounced towards him. Nicole pissed for a good thirty seconds. By the time she was finished, a huge puddle had spread across the floor below. She wiped herself dry on a corner of the bed covers, then climbed down the ladder, hopping daintily over her puddle to a dryer patch of carpet. “Whoa, Nicole,” said Will, sitting up on the bunk opposite her. “Oh you’re with us, are you Will?” said Steve. “Finished jacking off up there?” “I just came in my pyjamas watching that,” said Will. Jo didn’t say it, but the same was true of them. “Ew, too much information, thanks,” said Nicole, although she looked pleased. “I hope you shower.” “I wonder if they’ll come in to check the room during the day,” said Will, as he climbed down out of bed. “Fuck, I hope not,” said Steve. “It doesn’t seem like the kind of place that’ll send someone to clean the room, does it?” said Nicole. “I think we’ll be fine if we lock up.” Will shrugged and pulled his pyjamas down. “Too late to do anything about it, either way,” he said, turning to piss against the wall. “You two going down for breakfast in a minute?” The room gradually emptied out, the students talking excitedly about the first day of their trip. Jo was the last one to leave. Before they locked up, they looked around at all the puddles that seven people had left over the course of one night. After a whole week like this, the room would be completely trashed. But Will was right, Jo though, as they pulled their own pyjamas down and emptied their morning bladder onto the floor. It was too late to do anything about it, either way.