Territorial Pissings

Peter was fucked up. Not only mentally, but physically, he had had one too many cups of alcohol and in this state of mind, with that much alcohol, he could take down the world with his fists. He wanted to fuck.. Make love, have sex. He wanted to love with a passion. A passion that no woman could ever match. He had so much frustration, so much energy, and so much hate. He'd take it out on even the fattest chick that were to cross his path. As long as he could just bust it all out.. He didn't care, if you were round or square, he was horny and any game was fair. Any lady with a nice pair, and a pussy with no hair. He didn't fucking care. All he wanted was to love and be loved. He wanted his dick sucked by a dame with long hair. But at this rate, it was unlikely. He sat at his usual bench, slipped his dick out and pissed where he sat. He marked his territory. You sit where he sat, he's been here much longer then you have, you wouldn't even know the half. He wanted to talk dirty, he wanted to abuse a bitch and treat her like a piece of meat. He just wanted to get laid...