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BleachBod

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  1. This happened a few months back. I was attending my friends engagement party a few miles from my house. Now, I can hold my alcohol in terms of composure, but unfortunately, my bladder is notoriously pathetic. I only had a few drinks before heading out. Foreseeing that I’d have to pee, I went before leaving. The venue was just an hour and 15 minute drive away, so I figure I’m good. Around the halfway point I start getting that “gotta go” feeling. Unfortunately, for me, the highway rest stops are going under construction, so every other rest stop is closed. The first one I pass is - of course - closed. ”I’ll just hold it until the next one. It’s only 20 minutes down the road” When I have to pee, its usually urgent. After about 10 minutes, I am well aware that I don’t have another 10 minutes in me. Continuing to drive along, I’m starting to lose it. No leaks, but from the way I felt, it was just going to be an instant flood. Realizing that my choices were between wetting and pissing on the side of the road, I pull off to the side of the highway, amble out of the car, and in full public view, absolutely unleash the greatest stream of my life. I was standing in a pool of my urine, and I felt euphoric.
  2. ((This is my first time writing smut, sorry if it’s terrible.)) “I don’t know, you just really remind me of the main character of the show, or whatever. I think you’d like it!” Raphael blurted out, tipsy but eager. “I mean, is it on Netflix? It’d be pretty chill if we watched it.” Adrian boldly quipped. Even after two amazing dates, Adrian still felt nervous around Raphael. Something about his charming confidence left him with so many butterflies that the only time his thoughts settled was when he had a cozy few drinks - and tonight was gonna be the night where they finally take the big next step. ”Haha! I see what you did there.” Raphael smirked, a glint of mischief reflecting out of the corner of his brown eyes. “It would be pretty chill if we watched it. I should probably go with you, just in case you need to borrow my Netflix account.” The two laughed playfully as the waitress refilled their water glasses yet again. Their eyes locked as both took another nervous-but-excited sip of water. ”I’ll be right back, here’s my card if the waitress comes by.” Raphael stood, dropped a debit card on the table, and looked around. “We can split the bill and maybe instead of me taking you home, I could possibly take you up on your kind and generous suggestion of coming back to my place, watching some Netflix, and possibly chilling?” ”I’ll have to check my schedule, but I think I can pencil you in.” Adrian smirked in return. ”Sounds like a plan! I’m just gonna pee first.” Raphael made his way through the small row of tables into the men’s room. Much to his dismay, it wasn’t a private room. And yet worse, there was someone loudly groaning in the stall. Walking up the the urinal, the man unzipped his fly and watched his long flaccid penis hanging helplessly in front of him. “Come on. I can piss on a guys face in the shower, but I can’t piss in a public bathroom?” Raphael watched his flaccid member for well over a minute, still too nervous to pee. The only moisture coming from it was the short bead of precum he had leaked from the thought of finally seeing Adrian naked. Feeling too uncomfortable to continue standing there, Raphael anxiously repackaged his privates, zipped up, and washed his hands in slight defeat. ”Ready to go?” Raphael asked, walking back to the table, doing his best to put on a brave face. “Oh, yeah, sure!” Adrian replied, too embarrassed to admit that suddenly standing stirred the liquids in his system. He looked to the bathroom longingly as he followed an eager Raphael out the door. Both jumping into the doors of Raphaels silver sedan, the two celebrated a successful third date with a passionate kiss. Adrian’s curious hands couldn’t help but try to wander under Raphael’s belt, but the added pressure of Adrians hand caused Raphael to jump. He immediately started the car. ”H-Heh, be patient now. I love just a little drive away.” Adrian rested his hand on the mans thigh. The thought of the sex the two were going to have completely eclipsed the ache of needing to pee. He was slightly anxious, because he’s notoriously bad at holding his liquids, but 20 minutes is no big deal. Plus, if he absolutely had to stop, he could piss on the side of the road, and maybe Raphael would want to watch. ”We can compromise though.” Raphael said, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his fly. He adjusted himself for comfort, and to let a peek of his blue plaid boxers and slight happy-trail poke through from under the shirt. Raphael sighed with relief at losing the added pressure. ”Compromise sounds fun!” Adrian replied, following suit for the exact same reasons. He looked down and checked his briefs before offering Raphael a better view, just to make sure he wasn’t accidentally wearing one of the many pee stained pairs of briefs. These were a dark navy with a cut that was very flattering on his bulge, and as far as he could qremember, he hadn’t wet himself in them more than just a bit. Raphael peeked curiously to Adrian repeated as he drove ever closer to home. Pulling up to the on-ramp, he was just two highway exits away from relief. The pair playfully flirted as they turned a wide corner, but we’re stunned to silence by the extremely sudden stop of traffic. Between the fear of causing an accident, and the seatbelt pushing into his bladder, Raphael instantly broke the seal and started to leak a weak steady stream. He hadn’t even noticed until a few seconds after the adrenaline had worn off that he was mid stream and had to stop before it became a flood. “Ugh, this exit always gets backed up by the bridge. It’s a fucking death trap” Raphael complained, trying to hide his blushing face. Adrian grunted amicably, completely preoccupied. The near accident caused a small spurt, and the man cautiously crept his hand into his open pants to inspect the damage, but kept his hand there to help hold back the flood. The car remained unmoved on the center of the bridge for close to 10 minutes. The highway exit in sight, but no way to go forward. The men held strong, barely speaking more than just quick small talk. The mood remained sullen until they saw the police lights ahead and realized that the death trap of an exit might have been living up to its name. ”There was probably an accident ahead. That’d explain the sudden stop.” Adrian bleated meekly, feeling defeated. “And I’ve got to piss so friggin bad.” ”Yeah, me too. …I couldn’t go at the restaurant, so I’ve just been holding it.” The pair laughed as they reached inside their underwear to get a firm grip on themselves. Raphael sat in shock of how wet his crotch was from his earlier leak, while Adrian winced at every small drop that escaped his grip. ”God, I don’t know how much I can hold it, Raphael, I’m not gonna lie.” Raphael sighed, and pulled down his pants to show off the wet spot in his underwear, “I know how you feel.” He replied sheepishly. “I’m…” he winced through a visible spurt, “heh heh, I’m into piss… so if you were to piss on the floor of my car, I’d be cool with it.” Adrian picked up the hint and unbuckled his seatbelt. He carefully took off his shoes so he could get his pants and underwear off and smiled to Raphael. “I’m pretty open to pee pee games, if you wanted to go too. I could try to drink it, but I already have to go pretty bad.” Feeling his control rapidly slipping, Raphael kicked his pants around his ankles and forced his boxers down, spurting loudly with each movement. His hairy, exposed lower torso fountained heavy bursts into the air before he could get a grip and aim downward. The wayward piss stream had lightly drizzled his chest, and some of Adrians leg. Not that Adrian minded. Adrian was mostly undressed, pulling off his damp underwear and tucking it aside with the rest of his clothes. Even watching Raphael piss a full uncontrollable jet stream into the carpeted floor of the car, Adrian still mustered a faint “I’m sorry” as he joined Raphael in his relief. “Don’t be,” Raphael replied through a sweaty moan, “you look so hot right now.” Adrian was silent, still in shock that he was brought to a full wetting accident in a guys car. ”I mean it.” Raphael affirmed gruffly through the sounds of their hissing piss. He pulled the silent man into a kiss with one arm, and letting go of his own aim, rubbed the mans inner thigh, teasing his shaft with the lightest touch. The two pulled free of the kiss as the last signs of dribbling had passed. “Well that wasn’t what I expected to have happen.” Adrian stated jokingly. ”Me either. We should do it again.”
  3. I’m an early 30s gay man living in New England. =]
  4. I’ve wet the bed a few times unintentionally. Then there are the times I thought I was done peeing, zipped up, and had more come out. The accident in first grade. Last week when I was sick and coughed too hard I peed a bit. There were a ton of times I wet myself laughing. And a ton of near full wettings while I was driving. Thinking now, it’s fairly embarrassing.
  5. The honest to gods truth: The president of a cereal company pushed for male circumcision as a way to discourage masturbation. I can’t make this up.
  6. I can tell you from experience, you definitely regain sensitivity. Its a process. (And a long one. You really need to make restoration a mindless habit) Ultimately though, once you’re able to cover the head with newly restored skin, the sensitivity becomes pretty noticeable. For me, I went from being able to freeball in jeans, to needing near constant coverage. It’s absolutely worth looking into.
  7. I’ve been sick for the last few days, which has been a bummer. I tend not to drink enough water in my day-to-day (because I have a weak, unpredictable bladder), but the only thing that’s been making my throat feel better is ice water. I woke up this morning and went to go about my usual doings (and to throw out all the cough drop wrappers) when I felt a sudden wave of urgency. Like, 0 to 9. I figure, “Eh, it can’t be that bad. Let me just finish what I’m doing and then I’ll go.” I get hit with a coughing fit, and suddenly I’m realizing that I wet myself a bit. It was just a dime sized patch, and barely noticeable on the jockstrap I was wearing. Still, I was very surprising, and completely unprepared. It’s a miracle that omo is a turn on, because if it wasn’t, I don’t think I’d be a very happy person.
  8. So this happened fairly recently. I (M30) perform a lot of open mic nights at bars. At this point in my life, I have completely come to terms with the fact that I have a small bladder and a difficult time holding my urine. Anyway, I travel upstate to this bar I haven’t been to (by the suggestion of a friend of mine). The place is small, but the crowd is real cool and they have a great vibe. The owner loves the artists, and gives everyone a free drink. I reluctantly take the drink, downing it fairly fast. And that was the catalyst to my shame. Within a few minutes, I realize that I won’t be able to perform if I keep holding. I’ve got around another 20 minutes before I go on, and the situation already feels urgent. Unfortunately for me, the performers waiting area is an unfinished basement with no bathroom. Realizing this, I kick myself for taking the one drink, and kick myself again for not having the bladder control to hold one drink. I start to do the math in my head and try to assess my limits, but the intensity of what I’m already feeling is clearly going to be a problem if I don’t address it. Tucking my tail between my legs, I waddle up the stairs and ask the bartender where the bathroom is. The bathroom, unfortunately, is a single stall, and I’m absolutely stressed out that someone is in there. I’ve already embarrassed myself by coming out early in front of a fairly packed crowd of people, and ambling straight to the bathroom. To my immediate joy (and disappointment in hindsight), the bathroom was completely free. I ended up taking a piss so good that I shuddered. The kind you hear a guy deeply exhale for. I don’t know how much longer I could’ve held on for, but in that moment, the pressure was gone, and life was good.
  9. Foreskin restoration is basically regrowing the foreskin that was taken off at circumcision by adding tension to the penile skin to induce mitosis and slowly-but-surely recover the glans of the penis. Besides the cosmetic benefit, the additional skin makes masturbation easier (because you’re stimulating your penis with skin, and not your bare hand.) And ease of masturbation aside, many restored men report having increased sensitivity and sexual pleasure from the penishead not being constantly exposed. And the best part is that unless you’re springing for the tools to aid in restoration, you can do everything for free yourself. There are numerous tutorials, tips, and groups to help you start. :)
  10. I’ve only wet the bed a handful of times, and I fully have a bed wetting fetish, but the times it did happen I ended up feeling a deep shame and embarrassment. The first time it happened I was 19, and I woke up as it was happening. I was completely in a panic. I hadn’t soaked myself, but there was a fist size patch on my boxer briefs and my pajamas were damp. I threw both things into a tight ball and shoved them into the back of my closet. They were there for months before I was able to look at them again. The second time it happened I was 21, but this time I wasn’t wearing pajamas. It was also a bit worse than the previous instance. The first time I had already stopped peeing when I realized what was happening - this time, I was still going, and going hard. It took about 2 deliberate clenches (and a hand to the dick) to get me to stop, and it was more of a struggle. By the time it was under control, the side of my boxer briefs were very wet, and there was an undeniable spot on the bed. This incident wasn’t as traumatic as the first time, despite it being significantly worse. I was still horribly embarrassed, but it didn’t phase me quite as much. The third and final time was when I was around 27. That year was a big partying year for me for some oddball reason, and I got pretty drunk. Not the drunkest I had ever been. Just a slightly above average amount. This incident was the only full blown bed wetting I’ve done in my life, but I emptied the floodgates. My briefs were SOAKED. And unlike the other 2 incidents, this one felt really really good. I’m sure a part of my brain wanted it to happen, so I let it. I don’t know if that still counts as an accident, but I figured I’d share.
  11. Something I was curious about was if there were other folks here that were circumcised and are (or were) restoring their foreskin. Or even if it was something they heard of.
  12. Update: currently leaking [Edit: Now that urine currently isn’t flowing out of my body. Just found out that I leak, but once the small leaks start, a huge leak is on the way. When the big one ambushed me, I didn’t know if I’d be able to stop, and I didn’t want to leave a pee trail to the bathroom, so I stayed in place and let it happen. It bought me a few minutes, but my bladder is about to give in just a bit, so even the big leaks are very temporary relief.]
  13. So I’m doing my first hold in what feels like forever, and normally if I feel like teasing my kink, I’ll let a little out when I can probably hold it. Since it’s been so long since I’ve done a proper hold, I’m about to find out if I’m a leaker or a burster I figured I’d ask y’all: do you dribble pee out over time, or do you lose control all at once?
  14. Hey all! I figured I’d introduce myself. I’m an early 30s gay guy from New England into wetting and desperation, which is surprisingly hard to find! I might get around to posting content, but for now I just wanted to say hey
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