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There have been many experiences on this site about revellers peeing in public during parties at bars, or big events like concerts, Carnival, New Years, you name it. But what's surprising is that I haven't seen a whole lot of stuff about Pride parades and fairs, which is ironic since many on this site are LGBTQ+ themselves. How common is it to see public urination during Pride events, in big cities, small-town locales, or even in the middle of buttfuck nowhere?

Mateo Trinall was finally 21. He had been awaiting this day for months, planning to spend the day partying and drinking 'til he could barely stand. Nothing could ruin this day. And nothing did. The day was gorgeous; blue skies, pleasant weather, and good luck. Mateo's statistics class got cancelled because his professor's car broke down, track practice was a breeze with the cool wind that came right as his coach blew the whistle, and Phil, the solid 10 of the tennis team, and gave Mateo his number when they met near the vending machine. Mateo was sure that the gods were smiling down on him. As the sunlight faded, Mateo prepared to party. He called his friends together, including Phil now, and set his sights on the pub. They went to the local nightclub, Starlight, and promptly got hammered. Tony, the designated driver, dropped the group off and then popped over to the library for some alone time. The rest of the group tried about 20 different cocktails between the six of them. Mateo could feel his lips tingle after each sip, and watched Phil struggle to keep up. After a few hours, Mateo was exhausted, drunk, and happy. As he stumbled to Tony's car, Phil nearly tripped as he ran after him. "Mateo..." he slurred, nearly in tears as he approached the boy in question. "You can't go without me. I looooooove you." Mateo's head was empty at this point, but these words made him happy. "I... love you toooooooooooo." Mateo leaned in for a kiss, and tripped. Phil, even in his stupor, caught him, and kissed the boy. It was glorious. That's the last thing Mateo can remember as he woke up the next morning. Time for the first choice! Im not sure how to do this entirely, so I'll give a few options. What did Mateo wake up in? ~a wet bed and boxers ~a wet pull-up/diaper ~Dry boxers, but nearly bursting ~The nude Vote in the comments below! After 24-48 hours I'll see what is picked the most and write that. Have fun! Hope you all enjoyed so far! This is my first time writing in a long while, so I hope yall like it enough for it be worth continuing. Thanks! ~OhNo

It's been years since the events surrounding the Phantom Thieves and the Metaverse. Goro Akechi has distanced himself from Ren Amamiya and all the others involved in those events, even building a fake identity to avoid anyone finding him, preferring to let the past stay in the past. However, on Christmas Eve, he discovers a calling card on his coffee table, addressed to him, with the sender being not the Phantom Thieves, but rather, just Ren. He goes off to accept this one final challenge from his rival, never being one to back down from a challenge. His only regret was that he didn't stop to use the bathroom first. ------- This is an omorashi story taking place at Cafe Leblanc, with romance between Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi! I hope you enjoy it - this is likely going to be the start of a longer series between these two~! Please let me know what you think of how I wrote these characters! I honestly struggled with Akechi, as it's a bit difficult for me to know how he would really act, considering his shift in personality later in the game; I'd like to hear what you guys think, and if it seems like I wrote him well or not! I will definitely be editing this if I get some critique that warrants it - I want this to be really good! Want more? I have a Patreon with way more stories available! I'll be posting every chapter of this series at least a week early over there, and I'm also planning to write Patreon-exclusive extended versions of some of these chapters! Check it out if you're interested - your support means a lot to me! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true If you enjoy, please consider commissioning me! Email me if you're interested: [email protected] Or add me on Discord: KitoKitoKito#7003 Or just send me a note! Word Count: 3451 --------- “Goro Akechi, the lustful center of my gaze. Although presumed dead, you’ve lived for many years outside of my gaze, but this will go on no longer. Come to Cafe Leblanc on Christmas Eve at midnight, where our final duel shall finally take place. Upon my victory, I shall steal your heart. From, Ren Amamiya.” Akechi stared at the card in utter disbelief. It had been almost five years since he’d had anything to do with the Phantom Thieves, five years since he’d met Ren Amamiya, and five years since he’d faked his death. He had fallen out of the public eye and resumed his detective work under a pseudonym, carefully keeping his identity anonymous and avoiding all contact with anyone involved in the metaverse, however, somehow, Amamiya had still found him. He put his head in his hand… and blushed, scarlet red, across his face. He’d told himself he could move on from his first love, but apparently, that was starkly incorrect. How could he go and get himself involved in Ren’s life now, after all that had happened? Clearly, they were both better off going their separate ways; if they had gotten together, they’d only be a stark reminder of a painful past; after all, he had quite literally tried to kill the phantom thief. However, considering all the work Ren must’ve gone through to find Akechi… clearly, the phantom thief did not feel the same way. He sighed, dropping the calling card on a glass coffee table in front of him. He was wearing a winter outfit, a long, light-brown, button-up coat, with darker-brown khakis and a plaid red and dark-blue scarf. He had hazel hair, which his fingers were currently running through due to nervousness, black, leather gloves still on them. How was he meant to respond to this? He looked at his phone. It was today, Christmas Eve. Leblanc was just a short train ride away… if he left now, he’d probably make it there around midnight. It was now or never. He slipped the calling card into his coat, ran a comb through his hair… and headed for the train station. —----------- Ren Amamiya sat in Cafe Leblanc, the lights all dimmed to only a soft glow, wearing a black turtle neck and jeans of the same color, comfy and cozy, even though it was a tad cold down there. Currently, he was sitting at the bar, near the far end, holding a cup of coffee he’d just brewed in his hands - he’d mixed a bit of cocoa into this one, to get into the festive mood. Outside, the weather was horrible - a blizzard raged on, Leblanc’s door partially blocked by a foot of snow. If it was anyone else, Ren would’ve been concerned about the blizzard, perhaps even rescheduled… but he knew Akechi. That detective would take on any challenge. He sipped his coffee, still hot and fresh, the steam fogging up his black-rimmed glasses. He had considered doing his hair, but had decided against it - the messy, bedhead style of his dark hair had been a staple of his time with the Phantom Thieves; it only made sense to keep it that way for his reunion with Akechi. He checked his phone. It was 11:50, just ten minutes until midnight, when Akechi was supposed to arrive. He had some plans already; specifically, he’d made a very… special blend of coffee, which he had yet to actually brew, and the bathroom was out of order. It was the only bathroom in the building; it was actually working just fine, but Ren had no plans of letting his rival use it. However, he had gone to use it himself, just a few minutes ago - he wanted his bladder to be relatively empty. Just as Ren picked up a book to pass the time, he heard the familiar sound of the door opening, the bell jingling, as Akechi stepped in, covered in snow from head to toe, wearing the hood of his coat, his scarf over his mouth, a slightly annoyed look in his eyes. “So, you really are here,” he said, trying to be cool, but Ren didn’t understand a word under that scarf. The thief just tilted his head, confused, with a smile on his face. “Try saying that again without the scarf on.” Akechi’s eyes tilted down; he blushed, shutting the door behind him and stopping the temporary onslaught of snow and cold coming from the blizzard outside, and then pulled his scarf down with both hands. “I said, so, you really… ah, never mind.” He pulled his hood down, revealing his hair to be very messy, despite the effort he’d put into styling it before he came. “What did you call me here for, old friend? And how did you find me, anyways?” “Take a seat.” Ren stood, still smiling knowingly as he gestured to one of the chairs, a look of intent and confidence in his eyes. He moved behind the counter and began brewing the special mixture he’d mentioned earlier. “Care for a cup of coffee?” “I suppose I’ll take you up on that offer.” Akechi pulled his jacket and scarf off and threw them over one of the chairs, revealing a plaid blue sweater underneath. “I could use something to warm me up.” “Sorry to make you come out here in the middle of such a storm.” Ren poured a bit of cream into the coffee cup, delicate and precise; he still had it. He slid the mug over to Akechi, then went and sat next to him, grabbing his previous mug, still half full. “Thank you.” Akechi sipped his coffee without smiling. His facade of being the nice, friendly, and advertiser-friendly detective was completely pointless with Joker. “Just as good as always.” “Did you want something to eat too? I think I have some pancakes in the fridge.” “Goddamn you.” He smirked as Joker chuckled, sipped his coffee again. “I can never look at a plate of pancakes the same way after that. I swear, I’ll never make such a careless mistake again.” “We’ll see.” Ren drained the rest of his coffee and stood, placing the mug in the kitchen’s sink and running a little water inside. “So, do you plan to explain what this is all about?” “Simple. We have one last competition to put a close to our little rivalry.” Ren walked to the stairs, leading up to the attic. “Come on - you can bring your coffee with you.” “Interesting. I’ll accept your challenge then, no matter what the game may be.” He finished his coffee and placed it in the sink as well. “But I have one caveat. If I win, I want to know how you found me.” “Sure. But in that case, I want something if I win.” “Oh? And what would that be?” “That’s a secret, but I think you’ll be quite happy to meet my conditions.” “Well, I’d say I’m curious…” He smiled, a cocky, confident smile, a competitive, almost sadistic spirit in his eyes. “But I don’t plan to lose, so it looks like I won’t be finding out.” Ren chuckled, beckoning for Akechi to follow him up the staircase. “We’ll see about that.” The attic was just the same as always, though a little bit dusty. A bed in the far-right corner, a work desk in the far-left, and a few other little things, though it was clearly mainly used for storage - Ren was staying there for a month while he figured out his living situation, having to move due to a fire in his old apartment. Thankfully, Sojiro was happy to help him out. “You have some very… interesting living conditions. Will this be the site of our confrontation?” Akechi questioned, looking around the room, attempting to identify some source of competition. “Correct. I actually have something in mind already.” Ren turned on the CRT TV and hooked up an NES, with two “NES Zappers” hooked up to it, being gray and orange guns for use in various games. Inserted into it was the game “Duck Hunt” - Joker had figured a repeat of the time the two of them had engaged in Gun About was a fitting way to reunite them. “Here.” He held out one of the guns to Akechi. The detective prince took the gun and smiled, examining it, holding it in his black-gloved hand. “Interesting. So, you wish to lose in another game of precision?” “We’ll see about that - I’ve gotten much better since the first time.” Joker booted up the console, watching as the title “DUCK HUNT” appeared in large, bold letters. The game, however, was actually modded to allow for a more competitive mode - as the game started up, the screen was split into halves, each side having their own ammo, scope, and ducks to shoot down, with a score counter at the bottom. “Here’s how it’ll go. For ten minutes, ducks will be flying out, slowly speeding up until the end. Whoever shoots the most wins.” “Perfect. I can’t imagine a better way to end this rivalry, besides, perhaps, another duel in Mementos… though we both know that’s impossible.” He stood back and aimed his gun at the screen with a cocky smirk… and then faltered for a moment. He felt the sudden need to relieve himself; apparently, that coffee had coursed through him quite quickly, and he had come immediately upon getting that letter. What terrible timing to need a bathroom break. “Before we begin, mind if I use the restroom downstairs?” “Ah, sorry, it’s out of order.” Ren lied through his teeth; it was working. “After we finish our match, you can use the one at the laundromat across the street.” “That should work just fine.” He readied himself once again, regaining his composure… even though his bladder was already starting to ache. However, he didn’t want to dampen the competitive spirit; he’d be able to hold it for a measly ten minutes. “Let the game begin!” Ren pulled the trigger on his gun with a plastic click, and a countdown began. Three, two, one… and the game was on. Immediately, both persona users were extremely focused on the game, shooting every duck they possibly could, their scores remaining in a state of constant flux between who was winning and losing. Clearly, it was anyone’s game… that is, until both of them had their focus shattered. Akechi was able to ignore his need for the bathroom for a little bit, however, the aching and the desperation was increasing rapidly. He hadn’t drunk that much, but his bladder was practically bursting; he bit his lip, trying to distract himself with a little pain, as he felt the panging pain in his crotch. He had to actively keep any urine from leaking out as he played, constantly holding it back, again and again. He glanced to Joker, who seemed to be quite calm and composed; he absolutely couldn’t let something as foolish as his bladder lose him this game. He grit his teeth and bent his knees, pushing his thighs together, holding his bladder back. His legs began to shiver slightly. Ren could barely hold his poker face as he watched Akechi’s desperation grow. He’d been itching to see such a beautiful sight as the ace detective losing control of his bladder ever since he’d met him for the first time, his fantasies full of exactly what was playing out in front of him. Ever since they’d first met, Ren had felt his heart skip a beat for the lovely, beautiful, princely figure, and even seeing the much darker side of his personality only made him fall deeper into love, into affection for him. Past events had kept them apart for obvious reasons, however, even his attempted assassination at the hands of Akechi hadn’t dulled Joker’s feelings. They were stronger than ever. And now, seeing that desperation, the little shivers in his legs, that determined but clearly strained look on his face, it was all so perfect. If everything went well… he’d have some cleaning up to do very soon. Five minutes in. The detective couldn’t believe how badly he needed to use the bathroom. It was horrible, the worst desperation he’d ever felt in his life, his bladder throbbing needily, practically ready to burst like a balloon. He struggled to focus on the game while also preventing a horribly embarrassing accident; by minute six, it was becoming clear that something was going to have to give. He looked to Ren once again - he was still entirely coolheaded. Akechi gulped, pushing his legs closer together, shifting from side to side, as he tried to hold it in, a blush on his face from slight shame, legs shivering much harder now; he felt a slight bit of liquid in his black underwear, just the tiniest bit of wetness. He immediately focused on stopping that small leak, costing him a few ducks. “Struggling a little bit, are you, Akechi?” Ren smirked confidently. He was blushing hard, too, but apparently, his rival hadn’t noticed. He knew, given a decision between losing the game and losing control of his bladder, the prince would choose the latter any day, especially considering how much this particular competition meant to them, being the finale they’d waited years to play out (even though Akechi had never planned to allow it to happen in the first place). “Ngh…” He grunted, exasperated, but managed to catch up to the thief and even surpass him. “Worry about yourself, friend - I have no intention of letting this end in anything but my victory!” “We’ll see about that.” The two kept their focus as much as they could as the ninth minute came about. The final flurry of ducks took to the field, and the two were shooting every single one that they could aim at, with unmatched speed and precision. They were neck and neck; the victor could be decided by the difference of just one shot. But Akechi’s bladder would not relent. It was obvious to him now that, if he didn’t go to use the bathroom right this moment, there was no way he’d make it; his bladder was either going to be drained into a toilet, or it was going to burst open right then and there. He couldn’t last for this one remaining minute. It was time to make a decision. His face went completely red as his legs stopped shivering, thighs parting, as he resumed his earlier stance and shot everything he could… and the gentle pattering of liquid against felt quietly filled the room. Seconds after, the game was over, and Akechi was the victor - that small little sound had heavily distracted Ren for just long enough to destroy his focus. As the text “VICTORY!” flashed across Akechi’s side of the screen, the detective sighed in immense relief, dropping the gun to the floor, between his legs, and diverting his attention to stopping the emptying of his bladder. However, it was far too late - now that the stream had started, like a dam being broke open, Akechi had no control over the rush of urine rapidly exiting his body. He huffed in relief, covering his scarlet-red face with his gloved hands, as the pitter of piss streaming out of his cock and into his undergarments filled the room, the only sound heard besides the gentle hum of the heater. His underwear were soon filled and soaked through with pee, causing it to drip down onto his pants, with a large wet spot slowly spreading out from his crotch, starting as just a drop of a darker brown and growing. And, once those were plenty soaked, the liquid began to flow right out of his pants and onto the floor, a heavy, fast stream, trickling onto the floor, spreading out from his pants and going all over. A puddle soon formed on the wood, and by complete accident, the gun was right in the middle, being subject to that stream of hot, steaming urine. It dripped down the insides of his legs, long lines of wet streaking further and further down, even soaking into his socks and his shoes. He fell to his knees in pure humiliation, still hiding his face as the stream went on and on for at least a full minute, tons and tons of hot, steamy urine making a huge mess right on the floor. It now trickled against the rest of the puddle, drops splashing all over. Eventually, it did stop, after the detective’s pride was entirely destroyed. He was stunned, completely lost for words, his mind a jumbled mess of anxiety and shame; he didn’t have a clue of what to say after that. Ren was similarly speechless, but for entirely different reasons. He blushed from pure pleasure and lust, watching as the detective who’d been at the center of his eye for so long crumbled before him. Every bit of it was so perfect, the desperation leading up to the release was immaculate and tantalizing, the actual wetting was so perfectly hot, Akechi’s reaction and embarrassment was so cute! He couldn’t have hoped for anything better - it was all he’d ever dreamed of. And he couldn’t even begin to describe how hot it was that his own controller had been soaked in the process. Something about that really did something for him. Akechi gulped, standing, as the last bits of urine dripped from his pants, his calves and knees completely soaked. “I-I’m very sorry for the mess. It looks like I got a bit excited during our competition and lost focus.” He gulped nervously. “Let’s just forget about the deal for now, I don’t know how I could possibly face you again after such a humiliating display.” He walked towards the stairs, legs still shivering a little. “No, no, hold on.” Ren spoke, struggling to actually speak a bit. There was a noticeable bulge in his crotch; he made no effort to hide it as he grabbed Akechi by the shoulder. “I didn’t invite you to my room just for a game.” Akechi turned his face towards Joker, confused, still blushing. “Why are you being so persistent with me? I tried to kill you, Ren. Can’t we just leave our bond in the past?” “That’s not what I want, Akechi.” He slid his hand down the detective’s arm and grasped the gloved hand. “I don’t care what happened in our past. And honestly, seeing you wet yourself was incredibly hot - nothing has changed; my desire to be with you has only grown.” The detective’s blush turned from one of shame, to one of love. “You don’t mean… how could you possibly feel that way after all of this? I’ve betrayed you so horribly, and now, I’ve made a complete mess of your room, and yet still, you want to be with me?” “I do.” Ren grabbed Akechi’s hand with both of his. “Well? Will you let me steal your heart, Goro Akechi?” The detective sighed… and smiled. “It seems it didn’t even take the entirety of the phantom thieves to change my heart, but rather, just one. Let’s see how this goes.” Ren smiled wide, heart fluttering with joy, as he secured his new relationship with the detective. “It seems our partnership is going to be much different from here on out.” “Indeed. But that doesn’t mean the competition ends.” Akechi smirked in a confident, cocky, and yet, lovingly gentle way. “Don’t fall behind, alright?” Ren held the detective’s hand tighter. “As long as you’re by my side, I could never.” The two of them chuckled a bit; it seemed neither had quite lost the core of their relationship as a thief and a detective, despite taking it from friendship to romance. “Anyway, more importantly…” He moved his hand down to Akechi’s pants, gently rubbing his crotch, making the detective blush as ren felt that piss-soaked material. “How about we get you out of these clothes~? I’m sure I can find you something more comfortable, as long as I can help you clean up a bit~” Akechi chuckled. “My, my, perhaps I’m the one who should be worried about falling behind.” He undid his belt buckle. “But, well, I can’t say I mind.” And the two of them spent that night together… and things got even steamier than they were during Akechi’s accident. Truly, today was only the beginning; they had an interesting road ahead of them. Their rivalry and love would mix together to create something entirely new and unique… and the event that started it there, with Akechi wetting himself, would be the catalyst for many more wettings to follow. -------- Enjoyed the story? Consider supporting me on Patreon! Become a Patron, and you’ll get access to a bunch of other Patreon-exclusive kinky stories I’ve written - there’s a new one every week! This is the best way to support me if you enjoy my work! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true This is my job, so even just a single $5 pledge is a huge help in making it so I can write more!!

Preparation: Subject [solous.persona] will maintain a functional level of Stoned and will always have earbuds in. Subject will constantly listen to "Smoke Chill | lo-fi hip-hop" livestream on Youtube to quell any social anxiety that will arise throughout the day. Subject will trim beard, shower, style hair, brush teeth, and generally make a serious attempt to look like a Human again. All the while reminding himself that, once upon a time, he was an extrovert; it's still there, he can do this. Execution: At approx. 15:30 CST Subject will board a CapMetro Bus to downtown Austin, TX and find a location to "Hang Out" until 18:00 CST. Subject will employ Mindfulness Meditation coupled with breathing exercises as a means to deal with any overwhelming anxiety. At 18:00 CST Subject will make his way to Cheer Up Charlies, a local gay bar. Subject will then attempt to complete the following. Primary Objectives: -Subject will "Have Fun" -When asked about his "Costume," Subject will, in a charming and friendly manner, answer he is "Just A Broke Dude" for Halloween. -Subject will make attempts to engage with people he doesn't know in conversation. Secondary Objective: Subject will keep an eye out for anyone he may find attractive. Subject will, if presented with the opportunity, fufill every gay omo fantasy he has ever had with said attrative person. Tertiary Objective: Subject will consume any Cannabis and/or Psychedelics offered to him and just "Let The Night Happen." Outcome: Status Ongoing. Will update when able. Wish me luck and Happy Halloween Y'all!

Chapter 1: Manas and Valora Two friends living rough, make do as they wait for new housemates. *** Slouching on the couch, exhausted after a long day of work Valora sighs “Can you cook tonight? Manas standing in the doorway, ready to head back to his room, sighs in response “Sure, but you never like my meals” Valora groans briefly before responding “I know, I know! But I just can’t ok, I’m flat out at work, the least you could do is cook for us once in a while!” Manas opens his mouth to respond, but pauses to reconsider his words “You know… … I will cook as I know your doing a lot. But don’t forget I do all the cleaning… and I’m looking for other house mates.” Valora only sighs in response, her anger wanting to show itself. But she knows Manas understands, they are both struggling in their current predicament. Valora turns on the tele, just to relax for a while. Feeling stressed out Manas walks to the bathroom and decides to relieve himself. He would usually stand to pee, but he sits down to try and relax, closing his eyes and somewhat meditating as he empties his bladder. When washing his hands, he splashes his face to regain focus. Manas then heads to the kitchen and ponders what he’ll make. It can be a challenging decision for Manas as he lacks culinary talent. Although he can cook food he doesn’t mind, Valora’s requirements are rather high, and her temper short. Manas considers Cheese toasties and ramen. But those wont satiate Valora, and he’d rather not receive her wrath. Then he remembers they have mince. He could cook up some nachos, the one meal he can actually cook somewhat competently. So, he begins to prepare that in the kitchen. After a short while of mindless tv Valora gets up and heads to the kitchen, sniffing and smiling “Ahh nachos, your one good meal”. Manas squints back feigning offence but understanding its pretty accurate. “But we don’t have Doritos” Valora continues. Manas freezes for a moment “Well… shit!” Valora groans in response. Manas thinks for a moment “I… I’ll just chop up some salad, yeah, salad and mince. That’s fine right?” Valora nods in agreement before leaving down the hallway. She heads to the bathroom as she still hasn’t peed since work. When away from home she would usually pee from above the seat, but at home and due to her exhaustion, she sits down and just relaxes this time. As she empties her bladder, she lets out a long relaxed sigh. She then dries herself and washes her hands before returning to Manas. Manas begins plating up their salad and mince. Placing the mince in iceberg lettuce leaves, as a substitute for tacos or nachos. When he spots Valora he hands her plate over and they both head to the table. Manas returns to the fridge to get drinks whilst Valora sits down and begins to eat. Manas soon returns, filling their glasses before sitting down to eat also. “Hmmm, this actually isn’t half bad” grins Valora. Manas smiles back pleased. After a short pause Valora then confronts Manas with an odd tone “Manas… I have been quite frustrated lately. “Yeah, I know, I’m looking for house mates…” “No not like that, well that also, but sexually” she glances away slightly red Manas looks back at her surprised at first but then chuckles back “Oh is it that time again” “Oh, fuck you!” snaps Valora Manas looks confused, then catches up “Oh shit sorry, not like that” he laughs awkwardly “I just meant time for some more mutual…” he drifts off, still awkward about the topic as they have only done it twice before. “Yes, I want that again. I need to relieve stress from work” “I understand, same as last time?” “Well, I was… never mind, yes just like last time” “No no, what were you going to say?” “I want something more, a kink of mine…” Valora goes quiet, uncharacteristically nervous. Manas’s eyes light up “Oh? I’m listening” Valora continues, though weary “I would like… to um… I would like to pee on you” Manas goes silent, his face pale, his cock hard. He clears his throat “You would like to pee on me?” “Yes!” she responds almost aggressively. “You know, I am actually aroused by pee too, you have no idea how excited I am to hear that we share that interest.” Valora looks at him smiling and taking a calming breath “You do? I think I know now.” “However ‘Lora, I am not particularly fond of the idea of you peeing on me.” “What, you just said you liked pee too?” Valora responds, her temper growing once more. “I do, but I’d rather watch you wet yourself then to pee on me. You see, I am fond of desperation and wetting” Valora pauses for a moment “I will not wet myself!” “Ok, well could you at least hold till desperate?” he queries. “As long as I can pee on you” Manas nods “Just uh, not the face ok” Valora rolls her eyes a little before smiling back. Manas smiles back also “So you will hold until desperate, then you will shower me in your piss?” “Yes, sounds good” “In the bath I suppose? And I guess you better drink up…” She nods back before filling her glass with more water “Hey, can you grab me a can of cola from the fridge then. Manas goes to the fridge but returns with three cans. He places two cans in front of her “Have two, fill that bladder up” he chimes excitedly “And well, I was thirsty too” as he opens his can. Valora obliges and begins to down her glass of water and cans of soda. She and Manas sit and watch tv as she fills her bladder. The pair chat about their desires as they are both excited, discovering they both enjoy pee, but from less than compatible angles. Valora begins to squirm lightly. “Ok, time to pee” she says standing up. “Wait, can’t you hold a bit longer?” Manas queries. “No, I am going now, come on” she demands. Manas follows Valora to the bathroom. “I’m excited for this, just remember, not the face. Chest and genitals are fine” Valora chuckles “Genitals… just say cock you prude” Manas rolls his eyes as the pair enter “Whatever” He begins to strip. Valora watches then follows. The two watch each other as they strip naked in front of one another. Manas steps into the tub and lays down as best he can. In an awkward position as he waits patiently for Valora. His mostly erect cock laying to the side on his abdomen. Valora steps in, her feet either side of him. Still holding herself, covering her vulva from view. But Manas’s dick grew despite this, her stunning form in self holding desperation drives him wild. His cock already begins to twitch in anticipation. Valora looks down at Manas, he was pretty attractive to her, and she was about to shower him, she was about to pee on one of her best friends, how exciting she thought as she moved her hand away from her labia revealing herself to him. “I’m ready when you are… you don’t mind if I touch myself?” She wished to control his orgasms, but new it wouldn’t go over well “Yea, sure, go ahead” as she spread her legs a little more getting ready to release her desperate bladder all over him. Manas slid his hand down to his cock and held it. Not jerking yet, waiting for her stream. He already wanted to cum so bad. He just looked up at her and smiled in anticipation. Valora smiled mischievously as she began to relax. First a few drops. Manas’s cock twitched as the drops hit his thighs. Then a squirt hit his sack, Manas moaned. Then Valora moaned as her flood gates opened and she began streaming her hot piss over his body. Manas began to stroke himself as he watched Valoras pussy gush piss over him. His chest getting a splash, he turned away to protect his face. Valora noticed and groaned lightly, she corrects her aim at his junk. Manas turns back smiling thankfully as her stream strikes his tip. He moans out as he begins to cum. Valora’s body covers in goose bumps at the sight of him cumming to her shower. She continues to pee for a little longer, halting to a few drips a little after he finishes cumming on himself. “That was amazing! Thanks for that ‘lora” Valora smirks back at Manas before stepping out of the bathtub. She walks over to a purple towel hanging off the doorknob, pulls the hanging corner towards herself and wipes herself dry. Manas’s eyes go wide as he watches her dry her pussy and thighs on his towel. She looks back cheekily. Without any further interaction Valora dons her clothes and leaves the room. Manas still laying in the tub, wet and sticky. Smiling giddily. After a moment of internal thought, manas steadies to his feet and waddles to the shower, holding his hands at his abdomen, attempting to prevent the dripping of substances onto the floor. Once in Manas relieves his bladder with a long sensual sigh. Then continues to shower like normal. Valora once in her room lays on her bead, lowers her red dolphin shorts and lowers her hand to her lips. She thinks about the events just past and begins to pleasure herself. Once she hears the shower running, she stops holding back and lets herself moan out. Sending her fingers in and not just running around the outside. She manages to orgasm before the shower stops. She cleans up and heads out to the living room. She sits down on the sofa and turns the tv back on. Not even a minute later she hears the bathroom door open, she continues to watch tv, not acknowledging it. After his shower he throws his old clothes into the laundry tub, dries himself with his towel, thinks about how it was used to dry her and smiles. He realises he didn’t bring in a change of clothes. But shrugs as he throws the towel in the tub and just struts out in the nude. Manas looks down the hallway towards the living room, over the horizon of the couch he can see the back of her head. He makes a funny stance and swings his cock around a little. Then blushes and turns away at his silly act before continuing to his room to get dressed. Once dressed in a loose t-shirt and shorts he strolls down the hallway to Valora and sits beside her. They glance casual smiles at each other before turning back to watch their show. Once the show they watch together is over Manas heads back to his room, leaving Valora to watch the next show on her own. When Manas returns to his computer he finds an exciting message, with a grin across his face he jogs down the hallway and carelessly interrupts Valoras viewing of her show “Hey! ‘Lora, we have potential housemates” “Oh! Who?” “Their names are Yasu and Reiki” “Two guys huh?” “Yeah, well it’s expected to be 2 of either more than 1 of both” he shrugs “Yeah, you didn’t choose guys over girls, did you?” “No, we need house mates so bad I don’t have the room for such bias, and anyway, I wouldn’t have a problem with living with three girls” he laughs Valora peers back unimpressed. “So uhh, if your cool with it, they’re ready to visit this weekend” “Yeah, let’s get some other peeps here, even if it’s all guys, who knows, maybe I’ll have a reverse harem” she laughs “You wish” “So, what were their names again?” asks Valora Manas looks down at his phone, “Yasu and Reiki.” *** (Not the best start, i considered reworking this, might still. But i'd never submit it if i try to perfect it)

Hi all! It's been a while since my last story, and i wanted to share another with you, since I tend to have a lot of fun when I do! This one isn't nearly as long, and to be honest I didn't take as long to write it, but I think you'll all still enjoy it. Sorry for any awkward grammar, spelling, etc. Like I said, I just wanted to get it out there more than anything, in hopes I'd get some inspiration for more stories. I kind of enjoy the indirect exhibitionism, I won't lie! Please let me know what kind of story you would all like me to write next ... that is, if you'd like me to write another story, hahah. This next story happened the last year or two of high school too, I’m not sure when exactly, but I know it happened after the “After School Accident” story I posted earlier. Kevin, Brian and I spent a lot of Friday nights bringing our computers over to each others’ houses to play video games. One particular Friday, we’d all gone over to Kevin’s house. Naturally, we all drank way more soda than was healthy, and stayed up later than we should – but hey, that was part of the fun! I remember it was pretty late into the night by the time this happened, but I saw Kevin wiggle his leg and grab lightly at his crotch. We had both set up our computers in his room, with the rest of our friends out in the living room. This was pretty soon after the “After School Accident” incident, and to be honest, there had definitely been a change between us. We felt more awkward around each other than before, less willing to talk with each other both about small talk and more important things. We actually hadn't discussed that night at all, even though it was both obviously going through our heads quite a bit. But despite the awkwardness, seeing him grab himself got my mind racing, and I checked Kevin out some as subtly as I could. He didn’t give any other signs and I didn’t press it. Plus, we were in his home, if he needed to go, he’d go, right? I didn’t think I’d be getting a show. Now seems as good of a time to mention it as any – this was summer or spring, so we were both wearing khaki type shorts and t-shirts. I remember Kevin’s were your typical tan khaki color, and mine were a lighter off-white, I think. I definitely remember that both were fairly tight fitting – this stuck out to me both because I was glad for being able to see as much as I could of Kevin, but also because I knew I had to be careful as I started to get hard, since it’d be obvious to see. And even more obvious if I had an “accident” in front of Kevin … again. We had set up our computers together in his room, but there were other friends playing with us who were set up in the house as well. The next match started, and he still hadn’t gone to the bathroom. We all kept playing the game (a team based first person shooter, I don’t remember which), and I notice Kevin squirm more, and press his legs together a bit. Thanks to his tighter shorts, actually, I could see almost everything – whether he was bouncing or wiggling his legs, if he tensed his thighs, or squeezed them together. More than once, I felt Kevin’s legs bump against me as he shifted around, and I started looking at him again and not the game. I see his legs pushed together and bouncing. I couldn’t help myself, and I just start staring – until I hear the game let me know that I’d been killed. I looked at the game, and respawned as a medic type class, and decide to follow Kevin around, just to get Kevin talking more to me. Not long after I spawn, Kevin notices and says “Good! [Shinobi]! I needed help!” We defended the area for a little while, but Kevin gets killed. He starts to stand up, but just as he does, I got to where he had died and then resurrected his character. He made a pained moaning/grunting noise and sat back down. “OK, next time I die,” he said, laughing incredibly awkwardly, “don’t revive me, I’ve really gotta piss.” That settled it, in my mind. I couldn't have stopped myself even if I wanted to. My mission was to keep Kevin alive, at any cost. I tried to laugh like I only thought it was funny, and not incredibly hot. “But I need your help here!” “Gaahh,” he groaned, “OK, I’ll try.” We kept defending our little outpost, and Kevin was clearly getting more and more desperate. He would twitch and lurch his whole body every so often and was playing the game hunched far over his keyboard, as if he couldn’t keep himself comfortably upright. His legs moved more and more frequently, until the movement was basically non-stop. He’d been killed a couple times, but I was right behind him to bring his character back. Which was getting more and more difficult for me to do, unfortunately. The more he moved, the more I wanted to watch, and the easier it was to lose track of Kevin’s character and keep his character alive and keep Kevin desperate. I was also painfully hard by that point, which was embarrassingly obvious in the pants I was wearing. Fortunately, the only other person that would be able to see was Kevin, and his eyes were usually fixed on his screen. Except, we were both occasionally sneaking looks at each other’s laps – he could definitely see that I was hard as he got more and more desperate. Kevin died one more time and stood up from his chair quickly. “Oh, fuck,” I think I heard him whisper under his breath. Kevin was not a guy that tended to swear, at all, so I knew he was in pain, and I throbbed painfully in response. Luckily, I was right behind him as usual, and shocked him back to life. “No!” I laughed, “Don’t go! Defend us!” “Ohh, no!” Kevin laughed and moaned, but went back to the computer quickly. He didn’t sit down though, he sort of leaned over his chair to play the game. He crossed his legs and squeezed them together, and was bouncing up and down to hold it in. All this was happening right next to my head, of course, and somehow, I got even harder in response. I pressed my legs together to try to hide it and bounced a little bit. I noticed Kevin look down at my crotch and laughed. “You too, huh?” he asked under his breath. I know I blushed furiously, but he was too busy looking at the game to see it. “Huh?” I asked, nervously, my heart beating faster. “You gotta piss too?” I felt my chest loosen as he said that, glad that he hadn’t noticed that I’d been enjoying his show. “Oh,” I laughed, realizing what he meant. “I can hold it,” I said, trying to taunt him. “Can you?” It didn't make a lot of sense to me at the time, but the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted Kevin to keep holding it. “No, fuck,” he laughed quietly and gave another bounce. When he said ‘no,’ my stomach filled up with butterflies, and I knew I was close to cumming. “Do what you gotta do,” I laughed nervously, “your team’s counting on you!” I jiggled my legs unconsciously, and Kevin looked down at my lap. He laughed too and gave a groan, twitched suddenly, and I think I heard him swear under his breath again. I looked off to my side, to try to see if he was dry or not, but I could only see the side of his thigh, which was not wet. Part of me knew it was for the best that I couldn’t see anything – I still remembered what happened last time I saw that Kevin had to pee, and how I’d basically exploded in my pants when I’d thought that he’d leaked even a little! That was just with me and Kevin alone, though, and this time we weren’t quite alone, with our friends a room or two over. Another part of me just wanted to see it and didn’t care. I’d brought another pair of clothes with me (when we did parties like this, we’d always end up spending the night since we stayed up so late). I told myself that if I ended up enjoying it too much, I could just change. But the embarrassing part is that Kevin, and possibly our other friends, might see me walking around in wet shorts. Kevin had already seen my “accident” the last time I saw him have to pee, and he’d seen the quarter-sized wet spot of precum on my pants tonight, what would he think if I ended up losing control in front of him again? Did he actually believe that I’d pissed myself instead of enjoying his desperation way too much that night? All these anxieties were storming through the back of my head, but they were completely drowned out by me enjoying seeing Kevin bouncing with desperation right off to my side. I was bouncing with pain a bit by now as well, not because I had to pee, but because I needed to cum so badly that my balls were hurting. I started to use the pain to pretend like I had to pee though, to make Kevin feel better, and squeezed my legs together with a hand in my crotch, though I was being careful not to actually touch anything – I was very close to having an “accident” myself. I noticed Kevin swish his head to get his shaggy hair out of his eyes, then bent over and bounced at the knees. “Ohh, God…” he whispered to himself. “I can’t,” he laughed, talking loud enough for me to really hear now. “[Shinobi], really,” he laughed more, “I can’t!” He bounced once or twice, then groaned again, clearly in a lot of pain, “Arrghh!” He let go of his mouse and keyboard and tried to move past me. “No!” I laughed, “Come back, Kevin!” I reached out to grab him as me moved past me, and managed to grab his belt or something. “Nooo!” He turned around to grab my arm and get himself free, and I could see he was smiling wide still, but also breathing heavily. He managed to get me to let go of his belt, tossed my arm away and darted off to the bathroom. I got up to chase him a bit, carried away with the excitement of seeing him desperate, but he had a head start on me and made it to the bathroom door. My chest sank as I realized that whatever was going to happen, I wouldn’t see it. I walked, carefully, back to my chair in front of my computer, since our friends in the other rooms were wondering why we’d suddenly stopped. I played for a couple minutes, poorly, distracted by any little sound that was coming from the bathroom (the bathroom was right next to the room we were playing in). I couldn’t hear much, but I thought I heard a few whispered swears. My cock strained against my briefs and shorts as images of Kevin wetting himself swirled through my head. I got myself right to the edge just with thoughts of him losing control in there. When he finally came out, I moved to get a good look at his shorts. There was a big wet spot on his crotch, and splatters and a trail down his left leg. Kevin didn’t talk to me or look at me, he just grabbed a pair of clean basketball shorts and underwear and walked quickly back into the bathroom. Naturally, as soon as I saw his shorts, I felt my sstarted cumming, and it was a lot. My stomach muscles contracted and I bent over my keyboard involuntarily, grunting and moaning, and moving all over in the video game. It felt like I was letting out massive spurts of pee, each one lasting about a second, into my shorts. I felt it flowing down over my balls, some even coming out the front of my shorts. Once I’d finally finished, I looked down, and I was an even bigger mess than last time. The front of my pants and inside of my legs were soaked, and there was a glob of white cum the size of a quarter or two on top of the crotch of my pants. I panicked – it was obvious I’d cummed in my pants. I decided to sort of rub it into my shorts, or even just brush it away, to try to hide it. My heart started pounding when I noticed that my shorts were see-through now. That, combined with my soaking wet white underwear… Everything down there was pretty visible. I was still panicking about the fact that you could see my dick through my pants when Kevin came back into the room, having changed into pajamas. He looked down and embarrassed and wouldn’t look at me directly. “Dude,” he told me, still not looking at me, “you can’t tell anyone about that.” I didn’t respond, still kind of in shock. “Seriously,” he was obviously a bit down. Finally, he looked at me. “Please?” I looked up at him and got an idea. Something I'd hoped would make things less awkward between us. I put my hands in my pockets to hold my shorts away from my soaked and transparent underwear. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” I said. I figured that if we were both embarrassed... Then maybe he wouldn't think it was so bad? If I was really lucky, maybe it was even a little hot..? “What?” he looked confused as I said that, and then I stood up. When he saw my wet pants, a smirk slowly came across his face, and you could see it in his eyes that he felt a lot better. “Ohh,” he laughed, “Woooow.” He looked for a little while, laughing, and I let him look. After he started calming down, I moved to grab my spare change of clothes. “Get back to the game,” I laughed and told him, and shoved him away from the door to the bathroom. I entered and shut the door, and lucky for me, just as I did, I heard another friend come into the room. “What’re you two doing in here?” he asked, laughing. I sighed in relief that I didn’t get caught. Or at least, that I only got caught by Kevin. I quickly locked the door to the bathroom, and just as I did, my friend out there tried to open it. They teased us about what we were doing back here, why we weren’t playing the game, and so on. I was taking my time getting changed, mostly because I was exhausted after exploding like that. After I cleaned up, I folded my pants up so that you couldn’t see any of the wetness, and went outside. My other friends only teased me about what took so long, they didn’t try to get into my pants or anything, pun intended. So I just tossed them into my bag and got back to the game. I was definitely tired after that, and I know I didn’t play as well as I did before, but Kevin and I felt more comfortable with each other now as we chatted and played games for the rest of the night. Hopefully you all liked! Thanks if you made it this far!

Commission for a wonderful customer over on my Tumblr (squirmymochi)! I will soon make a commissions post here, but for now you can find that info on my Tumblr, as well as headcanons and drabbles/scenarios. -- also on Ao3 -- Syo has been shifting in his seat every few minutes for the past forty-five minutes, his movements becoming less subtle and more frequent as STARISH’s meeting has drawn on, and if Natsuki is being one hundred percent honest, it’s making it pretty hard to focus on whatever they’re supposed to be talking about. It’s not that he’s not interested in what Haruka and the others are saying, or excited for their next project. Of course he’s excited! It’s just--how is he supposed to help his group mates pick a release date for their next album when he can tell Syo is so clearly itching for another kind of release? Natsuki has known Syo since they were kids, so of course he’s picked up on all of Syo’s mannerisms. But even without that kind of knowledge, it doesn’t take a genius to tell that Syo is suffering from an uncomfortably full bladder, and has been for the better part of an hour. His friend’s arms are braced against his knees, hands balled into fists against his legs, back and shoulders stiff with tension. He’s got his lip caught between his teeth and he’s burning a hole into the table in front of him with his eyes--Natsuki isn’t even sure if he’s blinking anymore. “Well, that wraps up today’s meeting!” Haruka announces brightly, clapping her hands together. The noise seems to startle Syo--he starts in his seat, letting out a quiet gasp that only Natsuki seems to hear. “Good job today, everyone. Go rest up for practice tomorrow, and I’ll see you all in the morning!” Natsuki smiles and waves goodbye at the other members as they stand and make their way towards the door, while Syo stays tensed in his seat beside him. He makes no move to get up until everyone else has left the room, and even then he sits still, jaw clenched. “Come on, Syo-chan,” Natsuki says, touching his boyfriend’s shoulder gently. “Don’t you want to get up?” Syo flinches away ever so slightly, but Natsuki doesn’t take personal offense to it. “It’s not gonna get easier if you just sit there,” he chides, standing himself and offering Syo a hand. “Come on, don’t you want to get to the bathrooms before they’re locked up for the night?” At that, Syo’s head snaps up, and he fixes Natsuki with a glare. “I-I don’t need to go to the bathroom!” he protests, his face reddening. “I’m fine!” Ah, so he’s being stubborn, Natsuki thinks, a small smile gracing his lips. Syo shifts in place for a few seconds before continuing, “Besides… The meeting ran late. The toilets are already locked.” Natsuki glances up at the clock, and sure enough, the meeting had gone on a bit longer than usual. He’d been distracted by the way Syo had been moving his hips, lifting his ass off the seat for barely a second at a time before letting it fall back down again, and hadn’t paid much attention to the time. “Well, we should get back to the dorms then,” he reasons, wiggling his fingers at Syo invitingly. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll cook you dinner when we arrive.” He’s expecting a jab at his cooking skills, but Syo barely even seems to register the comment. With a hiss, he pushes himself into an upright position, ignoring Natsuki’s hand and bracing himself against the table as gravity takes its toll on his bladder. His legs twist into each other, knees knocking and thighs squishing together as he rocks his hips from side to side, doing his best to hide his (very clear) need as he fights to get it under control. Natsuki’s eyes lock onto the movement until he catches himself, looking to the side guiltily until the rustling of Syo’s clothes subsides. “Ready to go home now, Syo-chan?” he asks gently, looking pointedly at Syo’s face rather than his body. Syo nods tersely, turning around and stalking towards the door stiff-legged, not quite able to hide the wobble of his steps or the flush on his cheeks. It’s unfairly cute, and Natsuki can’t even enjoy it because he knows Syo is suffering. He jogs to catch up, falling into step with Syo in the hallway as they make their way towards the dorms. It’s a good twenty minute walk, and with the way Syo is behaving Natsuki isn’t sure they’ll make it all the way before- His face heats up at the thought, and he looks to the side guiltily, glad that Syo is too distracted by his own body to notice the flush on Natsuki’s face. He remembers once, when they were kids, Syo had gotten desperate on a long car ride home from a waterpark. Their parents had asked them over and over again if they needed to stop at a rest station, but Natsuki truly hadn’t needed to go and Syo had refused to admit his need even when Natsuki caught him with his hand between his legs. He’s pretty sure Syo made it home that day, but his pride had almost caused him to wet himself minutes away from relief. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that point today--it would be unpleasant for both of them, and Syo’s pride would probably take weeks to recover from a hit like that. “Hurry up, Natsuki,” Syo snaps, and only then does Natsuki realize he’d slowed to a stop in the middle of the path. He shakes his head once, picking up the pace to catch up with his boyfriend. Syo had paused to wait for him, but he can’t stay still for long--he’s shifting in place, putting his weight on one foot, then the other. His hands are balled into fists at his side, and his face is flushed and scrunched in concentration. Natsuki can’t help but note how utterly cute he looks, though he feels a bit bad about thinking that way while Syo is in distress. (It doesn’t make it any less true, though.) “Come on, Syo-chan,” Natsuki says when he reaches him, brushing a hand along Syo’s lower back to guide him forward. “You don’t want to wait any longer than you have to, do you?” Syo’s cheeks heat up even further, going an adorable shade of red, and he flinches away from Natsuki’s touch moodily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, practically turning his nose up at the thought. “I’m fine. Just a little tired is all.” “Of course, Syo-chan,” Natsuki agrees, indulging in Syo’s desire to appear normal. “Well, let’s go home so you can rest up.” Syo grunts in agreement, his jaw tightening as he starts walking again. He’s even stiffer than he had been before, and his hand keeps twitching at his side like it’s just itching to bury itself in his crotch, with or without his permission. Natsuki does a mental tally of everything he’d watched Syo consume over the last few hours. There was a whole bottle of water spread throughout the day, with a refill at lunch, not to mention the milk Natsuki had bought him right before the meeting which had been downed almost instantly. (Syo and his dairy products--he really should have expected as much.) That has to be at least sixteen to twenty ounces throughout the whole day, and now that he’s thinking about it, Natsuki is pretty sure he’d only seen Syo head to the bathroom once, during lunch. That explains why he’s so temperamental, and so eager to get back to the dorms--Syo has never had much in terms of bladder capacity, and if Natsuki had drank the same amount he had and only pissed once since, he would probably be feeling the effects of all that liquid too. The thought is oddly exciting to him, but he tamps those feelings down--even though it’s a little bit harder to do now that Syo is making that I’m desperate but doing my best to hide it face in front of him, brows pinched and lip drawn between his teeth. Little beads of sweat have sprung up on his forehead as he shuffles along, even though it’s not hot at all outside. His breath is coming in short puffs, like he’s taking five in the middle of dance training, but Natsuki knows it’s not just the walk that’s leaving him short on air. “Let me know if you need to take a break, Syo-chan,” he says, doing his best to sound comforting. “We can always stop somewhere, if you’d like to sit down for a minute.” “I’m fine,” Syo insists, but his voice wavers in the middle, dangerously close to breaking. “Stop worrying about me, already.” Fat chance of that, Natsuki thinks to himself, eyes roaming the campus. They’re still a good ten minutes away from their dorm, maybe fifteen if they keep moving at a snail’s pace. His eyes catch on a deserted corner of the campus, a bit of an alley where students usually go to smoke or hook up. At this time of day, most of those illicit activities are probably being done elsewhere, and with that thought in mind, the suggestion spills past his lips before he can stop it. “There’s a secluded area back there,” he tells Syo, who turns to look at him with Obviously I know that written across his face. “If you’d like, we can make a--er, a pitstop on the way back to the dorms…” The flush that had previously faded from Syo’s cheeks and ears comes back with a fierce vengeance, turning his whole face into a cherry red (and extremely cute) mess. “Wh-What are you talking about?!” Syo exclaims, glaring through the embarrassment. “A p-pitstop? Why would I need to even- Ugh! And even if there was something that was making me uncomfortable, of course I wouldn’t go- I mean, take care of it in an alley of all places!” “I just thought-” Natsuki tries, holding his hands up in defense, but Syo doesn’t seem to want to listen. “I’m not a little kid anymore, Natsuki,” he snaps, turning around and continuing to stalk towards the dorms. “I can take care of myself. And I certainly would never- in an alley of all places! Why would you even think of such a thing, idiot?” His words would sting, but the way his knees bend into each other on each step and the sway of his hips as he moves kind of take the bite out of everything he says. It seems like all of Natsuki’s suggestions are just stalling Syo from getting to the bathroom he needs so terribly, so Natsuki takes the hint and shuts his mouth, glancing towards the alley one last time before he follows Syo towards their building. It isn’t long until they stop again, though this time it isn’t Natsuki’s fault. They’ve made it a good three minutes further into their journey, in complete silence so as to not inconvenience them further, when Syo suddenly gasps and freezes in place. Natsuki looks at him in alarm, just in time to see Syo’s hand dart towards and away from his crotch in the span of half a second. His legs snap together and he wiggles in place, face scrunched and teeth grit behind parted lips, as he struggles to overcome what appears to be an intense wave of desperation. “Haah… ahh…” he pants, his voice breathy and fluttering. It sounds almost forbidden, like the sigh of an actor in an erotic film, only this time it’s Syo making those noises instead of some stranger. The noises go straight to Natsuki’s own crotch, and he’s suddenly glad there’s no one around to see either one of their struggles. He takes a step forward, reaching out to push the hair that’s plastered to Syo’s forehead away from his eyes. “You can do it, Syo-chan,” he says gently, stroking Syo’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “You’re doing so, so well for me. Just ten minutes more, and then you can go, okay?” “Ah… I…” Syo turns away from Natsuki’s touch, embarrassed, as Natsuki watches him press the heel of his hand to his crotch for a couple of seconds. It’s not a full-on grab, but anyone who saw it would most likely be able to tell what’s going on. (Either they’d realize he has to pee, or they’d think he’s getting himself off, but Natsuki is pretty sure nobody would believe Syo would do that, even with a gun to his head.) He keeps brushing Syo’s hair away from his face as Syo slowly gains control over himself, until at last he removes his hand from his groin and straightens up again. (Well, as much as he can straighten up while nursing a bladder full of piss. He refuses to look Natsuki in the eyes, shame coloring his face, but he doesn’t snap at Natsuki to leave him alone, either. “Let’s hurry,” he says, his voice wavering. Natsuki nods understandingly, letting his hand slip against Syo’s lower back once again as they continue their journey. He tries to keep it together on the outside, for his boyfriend’s sake, but on the inside he’s a mess of conflict and confusion. He wants Syo to make it more than anything--wants him to be comfortable again, to avoid embarrassment and humiliation. But every time Syo bumps his hip against Natsuki’s in an attempt to squirm subtly, every time he lets out a soft grunt or pant or, god forbid, high-pitched whine, Natsuki gets more and more… excited, in ways he definitely shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t be enjoying Syo’s suffering, and yet here he is, with a half-hard cock and an aftertaste of guilt on his tongue. He watches Syo clamp his thighs together, raising one foot off the ground slightly and bending his leg inwards until it’s almost across the other, and it sends another spark of arousal through him. God, he thinks, this version of Syo is too cute to be legal. “Natsuki,” Syo gasps, jerking to a halt as his hands fly to his crotch. It’s a full on grab this time, his fingers wrapped around his dick through his crisp white pants, and Natsuki is pretty sure that Syo had just leaked, even if it isn’t visible yet. He’s also fairly sure that Syo had said his name on reflex and probably hadn’t even realized it, which is both endearing and hot at the same time. “You’re so wonderful, Syo-chan,” Natsuki tells him, because he doesn’t know what else to say. He could always suggest they go back to the alley, but it’s probably too far away to be of any help anyway, and besides, Syo probably hasn’t warmed up to the idea of public urination in the last few minutes. (Then again, maybe the pressure in his bladder has gotten so bad that he’s willing to let loose anywhere just to gain some relief.) “Natsuki,” Syo says again, turning his head to the side to meet Natsuki’s gaze. His eyes are shining with wetness, desperate in more ways than one, and Natsuki can barely stand to look at him like this. He leans down to press a kiss to Syo’s temple, reaching over to pull the hat off of Syo’s head before it can fall to the ground. “You’re amazing, love,” he tells him reassuringly. “So strong. I know you have to go, even though you won’t admit it.” “Nngh… I…” “Just bear it for a little bit longer,” Natsuki promises him, glancing up towards their building. They’re maybe seven minutes away at most, but they’re slowing down the closer they get and Syo keeps stopping in his tracks to shift in place. He hasn’t moved since he first grabbed at his dick, though he’s trembling beneath Natsuki’s hand. “I… ah… I don’t k-know if I can-” “Of course you can,” Natsuki says softly. “You’re Kusuru Syo! You can do anything you set your mind to.” He kisses Syo’s temple once again, rubbing his shoulder gently before pulling away. “Come on, now,” he prompts, taking a step towards the dorm. “You don’t want to do that kind of thing out here. Anyone could see you, you know.” It’s that thought that seems to motivate Syo to move again. He manages to pull one of his hands away from his cock, though the other remains locked firmly around the base, and winces as he takes a step forward. “Ah,” he moans quietly, a bead of sweat dripping off the tip of his nose--and maybe that’s not the only thing that’s dripping, if the teeny tiny wet patch on the front of his pants is any indication. (God, even that’s cute. Natsuki is seriously fucked up.) “Five more minutes,” he says, with no way of knowing if it’s true or not. Sure, they’re only a few minutes away from the building, but after that it’s a matter of getting to the elevators, and then down the hall, and that’s not even taking into account the chance of bumping into one of their classmates on the way there. Natsuki isn’t sure Syo can handle letting go of his crotch at this point, but he’d probably die of humiliation if anyone saw him like this. “Ungh…” Syo takes another shaky step towards the building, practically folded in half at this point. Natsuki wishes he could do something to help, provide Syo with some privacy or a receptacle to let a little bit out in, or even just loosen his belt or unbutton his pants. He knows how much Syo likes his clothes to fit well, but that tailored waistband must be hell on his tortured, overfilled bladder right about now, especially with the pose he’s in. Despite the fact that they seem to be fighting a losing battle, neither boy gives in. Syo takes a couple more seconds to compose himself as much as he can before he lets Natsuki guide him towards their dorm building, one hand squeezing his cock for dear life and the other clutching onto Natsuki’s arm like a lifeline. They’re moving at a snail’s pace, hobbling along like they’ve sprained both their ankles, but even the smallest of steps is taking them closer to relief, which is a comforting thought. Natsuki keeps glancing back and forth between the building and his boyfriend--Syo’s face is set in determination, even with sweat dripping off his brow and his cheeks colored bright red and his lip drawn between his teeth. He looks so utterly cute, Natsuki can barely stand to look away, but he knows he needs to keep them moving before it’s too late. “A-Ahh,” Syo grunts, his grip on Natsuki’s arm tightening along with the grip on his dick. “No… no, unh…” He wiggles frantically in place, his breath coming in short huffs as he fights to hold back the flood for just a few minutes more. They’re right outside of the building now--all that’s left is to get up the elevator and down the hallway, but they might be past the point of making it to their room. Natsuki watches, wide-eyed and blushing, as a small wet patch appears on the crotch of Syo’s pants, his cock springing to attention once again. God, he should not be so turned on by his childhood best friend almost having an accident, but something about the way Syo keeps squirming, combined with the grip on his penis and the frankly erotic sounds he’s making, keep Natsuki absolutely captivated. “Natsuki,” Syo gasps, snapping Natsuki out of his heated trance. He shakes his head once, then draws himself to Syo’s side, taking ahold of his shoulders and rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs. Syo seems to have cut off the leak, but he’s shaking even more violently than before now, and he looks like he might truly explode from the pressure. “We’re almost there,” Natsuki tells him, slipping as much care and confidence into his voice as he can. “You’re so amazing, Syo-chan, coming this far. You’ve had to go for ages, haven’t you?” “D-Don’t… say such, ahh, such embarrassing th-things,” Syo moans, his voice shaking. “Please, j-just help me.” Natsuki nods, circling an arm around Syo’s shoulders and gently pushing him forward as Syo’s free hand joins the other one buried in his crotch. He can feel the heat of Natsuki’s skin radiating through the fabric of his jacket--he really is burning up. “Look, we made it inside,” Natsuki says, trying his best to distract Syo from the unbearable pressure inside his bladder. “It’s a little warm in here, but that’s good. You’re so close, Syo. Just a few more minutes, and you’ll feel so much better, I promise.” He’s lost count of the amount of times he’s promised just a few more minutes, but he doesn’t know what else to say. At the very least, it’s true--they’re already inching along towards the elevator, and Natsuki finally thinks to reach around to bag to pull out their room card. There’s no way Syo will be able to let go of his crotch at this point, and even if he could his hands would probably shake too bad to be able to unlock their door. He also takes it upon himself to press the button to call the elevator, then returns to Syo’s side, whispering comforting things into his hair as Syo shakes and squirms crazily. One of his legs is lifted off the ground and hooked around the other one, trying to squeeze as tight as it can so not a drop more of piss is able to escape. Despite this, the wet patch on the front of his pants seems to have grown a bit, now spanning a diameter of a few inches, the fabric tellingly dark and shiny. At last, the elevator arrives, and Natsuki ushers Syo inside before anyone else sees them. Their room is only a couple of floors up, but every second is counting against them at this point. Syo outright moans when the elevator lurches into movement, and Natsuki can hear a soft hiss coming from his body for a couple of seconds. Syo’s hips jerk erratically, and he keeps making soft, breathy sighs and gasps, unable to keep himself quiet anymore. Natsuki doesn’t think he’s ever seen his boyfriend so desperate for anything before. When the elevator comes to a stop, Natsuki waits with baited breath for the doors to slide open. “Let’s hurry,” he says, grabbing Syo’s arm and pulling him out of the little box--but two steps into the hallway, Syo freezes. “Syo-chan?” Natsuki turns around to look at his friend, but Syo doesn’t meet his gaze. His whole body is bent in half, a stream of wetness slowly but surely trailing its way down his legs at a pace that must be both humiliating and painful. “No, no, no no no,” Syo is crying, his whole body trembling with the effort to cut off the flow, but Natsuki can tell that it’s no use. They’re only about fifteen feet away from their dorm, but Syo has been holding it in so long, he probably can’t wait another second for relief. “Syo-chan,” Natsuki says quietly, stepping forward and reaching out to touch Syo’s shoulder. Syo flinches away once again, then cries out as another gush of pee shoots out of him. “It’s okay,” Natsuki tells him, trying again. His hand lands on the nape of Syo’s neck, brushing the sweaty skin there, and he bends down to press a kiss against the top of Syo’s head. “I d-don’t, haah, want to-” Syo is whimpering, even as disjointed gushes of urine spurt out from between his fingers. “I know you don’t,” Natsuki says softly, “but you can’t hold it in anymore. You’re going to hurt yourself.” “Natsuki,” Syo sniffles. Natsuki gets down on his knees, craning his neck to look his boyfriend in the eyes. “You did amazing, Syo-chan,” he tells him, reaching up to brush a stray tear from Syo’s cheek. “You held in there for so long, even when you were bursting to go. Come on, Syo-chan, you’ll feel so much better when you let go.” “I- nngh, ahh…” Syo gasps, and that seems to be the end of his self-control. A surge of urine splashes onto the floor, gushing out of Syo like a faucet and completely soaking the inner legs of his pants until they turn a dark gray color. Natsuki has to reach up to support him as he finally lets go, his legs going weak and body tipping forward from exhaustion. “Ah… Haah, ohh…” Syo moans, eyes fluttering shut and face going slack as he continues to empty himself. Natsuki watches with fascination as a puddle forms under them, soaking into his own pants where his knees meet the floor, and continuing to spread in a large circle throughout the dorm hallway. Holy shit, he thinks, feeling his arousal flare up again. He really was holding an ocean in, wasn’t he? He looks back up at Syo’s face and finds himself transfixed. If he thought Syo looked cute when he was squirming around with need, it’s nothing compared to the utter hotness of him finally getting relief after hours of holding back the flood. Syo looks orgasmic, his long lashes flared out across his cheeks and his mouth dropped open with relief. They sit there for almost a minute while Syo relieves himself, and only when the stream has finally pittered to a halt does Natsuki find it in himself to stand up. Syo’s eyes flutter open--he seems almost dazed for a second, before he looks down at himself and immediately looks horrified. “I- I didn’t-” he trails off, mouth opening and closing uselessly. His eyes are shiny with embarrassment, and he looks like he actually might be able to cry over this, which Natsuki absolutely can not allow. He reaches over and pulls Syo into his chest, one arm circling his waist and the other reaching up to bury his hand in Syo’s hair. “You’re wonderful, Syo-chan,” he says once again, fervent. “You tried your best, and you did so well. You really are the most amazing person I know.” “I’m not amazing,” Syo argues weakly. “I was… I was so close, and I almost- but now I’m all wet, and I’m getting you wet, and-” “Shh,” Natsuki whispers. “You’re beautiful. You fought so hard, Syo. But nobody can hold it forever, right? Besides, you did so much better than I would have if our roles were switched.” “But I-” “It doesn’t matter,” Natsuki tells him. “As far as I’m concerned, you made it, okay? You did it. You’re perfect, Syo-chan.” “Natsuki…” Syo sounds tearful, but he only pulls away a little bit, to press his cheek against Natsuki’s. “I’m sorry…” “Don’t be sorry,” Natsuki says. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, okay? I’ll help you clean up, and then we can cuddle and watch TV together. Don’t worry about a thing, you hear me?” Syo sniffs once, then pulls away again and wipes at his face with his sleeve. “Okay,” he agrees, which really is a sign of how tired he is. “Of course,” Natsuki says, then smiles as wide as he can. “Now go take a shower and get changed, okay? I’ll deal with the mess out here.” Syo looks like he wants to argue, but one stern look from Natsuki has him retreating towards their dorm. “I’ll do the laundry, okay?” he says instead. “If you touch the hamper, I’ll get mad.” “You got it,” Natsuki agrees with a thumbs up. Syo hesitates, then nods once, turning towards their dorm once again. “And… thank you, Natsuki,” he adds before disappearing inside their room. Natsuki smiles to himself, watching the door until it clicks shut behind him. “Of course,” he says to the empty hallway. “Anytime.”

Due to the personal nature of this, I'll keep things as anonymous as possible. I was having sex with a really submissive guy who mostly enjoys bottoming for me. He doesn't have a pee kink or anything. We were doing it doggystyle and he kept asking me to be rougher and rougher. I'm not that kind of guy unless someone really enthusiastically asks me to be, but I could tell he was really getting into it. I'm not exceptionally big by any means, so I didn't feel like I'd hurt him if I did what he requested. After a while of that, he finished hands-free, which he said he's never done before. I was really surprised, because I've never seen anyone do that. When we were done, he looked down and shyly said we'll definitely need to wash the blanket. I noticed we'd been a bit too enthusiastic and completely missed the towel I'd laid out earlier. I cleaned up the mess while he was in the shower so he could just rest after that. There was a huge spot on the bed right where his cum was, and it was very liquidy and way too much to be anything else. I've occasionally known guys to accidentally pee a little when bottoming before, myself included. But I never expect it. I was pretty excited that he enjoyed it so much he lost control like that.

This is based off of a series(the false prince), but if you haven't read it, basically two boys are sitting in a wagon cart attached to a truck. The adults and one other kid are in a castle (this is based off the medieval ages) Starting: I was laying down in the wagon, trying to sleep. But I felt Roden's hand on my crotch. I instantly went red, and tried to move it, but he suddenly squeezed down and I couldn't move his arm. "Roden!" I looked over. He was asleep. "Damn it..." I muttered. Another squeeze. I moaned. Of course that woke him up. "What was..that?" He asked sleepily. I pointed at my crotch, blushing. He looked down. Saw his hand. He swiped his hand away. "Sorry..." he said, pink in the face. I nodded. He looked around. "Where is everyone?" "They're attacking a castle, idiot. They're not gonna come back till tomorrow evening." I pointed at the chains on our legs. They were long enough to move around, but we couldn't get out of the wagon. "What if we have to pee?" Roden asked. I raised an eyebrow. "Do you have to?" I asked. He clenched his fists. I smiled. He had started it, honestly. Touching me like that. Now it was my turn. I grabbed his waist. "Hey!" He started, but I cut him off by smashing his lips with mine. His eyes widened. I stared at him and he stared at me as I licked his lips. He was refusing to let me enter his mouth, so I quickly squeezed his thigh, making him gasp, and giving me the perfect opportunity to slip my tongue in. "Sage-" He muttered through my lips. "You still have to pee?" He hesitated, but nodded. I stopped kissing him and grinned. I laid down. He stared at me like I was a mad man. "Sit on my face, baby." I said simply. Roden's face turned red. "W-what?" He asked. "Come on, please?" I grinned. He blushed. "You really want me to?" He asked. I nodded instantly, and licked my lips. He was hesitant, but soon stood up and sat on my neck. "Keep your clothes on, please," I said. "It's hotter that way. He blushed but obeyed. He scooted up so his crotch area was in my mouth. I licked his pants. He moaned, way louder than necessary. "Tap my thigh when you want me to go." He said. I immediately slapped his thigh, and he smiled. Soon the delicious taste of piss was in my mouth. Roden was a moaning mess, because I was licking and biting his pants as he peed. He started going more heavy, and I sucked and sucked. The yellow liquid was spilling everywhere, but it tasted so good. Finally, after about three whole minutes, he whispered, "Um...Done." He moved off of me and sat criss-cross across from me. I sucked my fingers, which were dripping with pee. "Thanks." I said, smiling. He didn't say anything, just kissed me again. It wasn't like the other time, it was just short and sweet. I chuckled. "We should do that again some time, hm?"

You stand still in front of them legs wide open, bladder full with four pints' worth of beer and liquid – never had to go so bad before – excited like that one time you tried and tried to let it go though your Pride, rock-solid and your Dick, rock-hard collided collided collided collided and wetting was no more. Just a fart came out instead Pride had won: the flow was stemmed. I watch you from a distance – legs wide open, bladder full – tonight you're gonna wet yourself in front of all these people you don't know. DO IT! Four pints'worth of beer and – DO IT! Just a fart came out inst – DO IT! Your dick [MY DICK!] rock hard – DO IT! I stand still in front of them four pints of beer and pride and liquid and pride excited like that dick [YOUR DICK! MY DICK!] one time I tried and tried and tried and – — Warm embrace, sweet relief down my pants like a thief stealthy, wet, copious piss down my pants – pure bliss. I opened my eyes and realized what I'd always fantasized – Hug me! Kiss me! Hold my hands – "Baby, I've wet my pants."

I've been into this ever since I can remember. I have vague recollections from my kindergarten years where a kid who was in my class wet himself and I was very interested in it. When I was in elementary school a saw the aftermath of many wetting and I remember being very fascinated with them. I also discovered masturbation very early on: whenever I had to pee, I would play around with myself and it felt really good. I would often lay down on floor, face down, hands in my pants and just enjoy the feeling that a full bladder mixed with genital manipulation gave me. Of course I was totally oblivious to what I was doing. I had a hunch it was something dirty, something "not ok", and never discussed the subject with any adult. I think that might be what cemented the connection between urine and sexuality for me. But it still doesn't explain why I'm specifically into wetting and not just pee. I also remember that were some times when I was interested in both boys and girls wetting their pants, but boys soon took over as the main focus of my interest. I had my own share of wetting accidents as a kid, but nothing out of the ordinary. I was never known as the pee pee pants kid. But I remember I was already fantasizing about my own accidents not too long after they'd happened. When I grew up and entered middle school I started exploring my sexuality and that's when I realized I was something different from the other guys in my class. They were talking about girls and how hot they were, boobs, vaginas, I-fuck-your-mom jokes and all of that middle school silliness, exploring their own developing heterosexuality. I felt lost because I knew girls didn't interest me, but I felt even more lost because I had this deep secret I couldn't tell. I liked boys wetting themselves. That's the only thing I was sure of. But I still didn't know it was a sexual thing. On top of that, I was a pretty regular kid with regular kid interests and hobbies, I liked cars and videogames, didn't talk with a lisp and my wrists weren't limp, so it never dawned on me that I was gay. Even though I was suddenly falling in love with half of my male classmates lol. I know it sounds silly, but that's how stereotypes work in the mind of a middle schooler from 2009 who never knew gay guys could be anything other than trash-tv queens and men who dressed up as women. [I hope my words don't offend anyone. This is just to show how I felt about it back in the day, in the deep recesses of the closet. I love every gay guy no matter how masculine or feminine he is, limp-wristed or not lol. Now back to the story!] I spent the whole prima media year [6th grade] fantasizing about boys wetting their pants in every possible way. I had an old dumb phone that I would use to record tracks of myself becoming vocally desperate and wetting myself in front of the boys I liked. Sometimes it would be the opposite, creating scenarios where the boys I liked would pee their pants and I would react to that. I had an English textbook with little introductory scenes for each lesson unit that had pictures of boys that I found really attractive. Well... I would take a pencil and draw a piss pattern on their pants. Sometimes I would even add a comment from their point of view like "Oh no I pissed myself!" or "oh shit I hope nobody founds out I peed my pants!" Inside a little comic bubble. Lol This until 2010 rolls around. I'm in seconda media [7th grade] and my dad finally decides to have a Wi Fi connection installed in our house. Prior to that, I had no way of accessing the internet. I'm excited but I'm also a bit scared. I didn't know what this secret of mine was about. For all I knew, it might have been a mental illness and I the only person suffering from it in the world. So one day I decide to google something along the lines of "I love pissing my pants" after a similar search in Italian had yielded poor results. And that's how I came across Mikisit's Tumblr page. I couldn't believe my eyes. A treasure trove full of pictures and videos of guys wetting their pants. My hormones were going crazy. But more importantly, Mikisit's Tumblr page made me realize what my secret really was: a sexual fetish. A kink. And I WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT HAD IT! This was a big relief for me, but at the same time it instilled a big fear into me: does this actually mean that... I'm gay? I had my dark moments where I tried to abstain from the fetish in the hopes that it would go away. This would always end in catastrophic failure, since my abstinence only made the inevitable relapse ever so sweeter. At the same time I would try to watch "straight and normal" porn, masturbate to "straight and normal" porn, fantasize about girls... and I reckon I could have fallen asleep faster than getting even mildly aroused. "Straight and normal" porn was the most boring and uninspiring thing there was for me. But then there were also times when the fear of being gay subsided for a while, and that's when I got the courage to wet myself on purpose for the first time. I remember I put on an old pair of briefs I had laying around in my closet, and with a full bladder I hopped inside the shower and... nothing would come out. My brain was stopping me from wetting myself. I'd tried wetting my briefs with water a couple of days before, and it was very exciting. Now i was more excited than ever, but I just couldn't let go. I had to concentrate... And concentrate... And concentrate... When it finally happened. I let it go. I wet myself. I was more excited than I'd ever been. The whole experience just felt ecstatic. How could something this weird, this unusual, this frowned upon feel so damn good? I felt like new doors of perception had been opened to me. As time went by, I became more and more familiar with what the internet had to offer in terms of male omorashi. Mikisit's Tumblr blog and the rest of Tumblr's goodness, the great stories on Experience Project, Yahoo Answers and, of course, Omorashi.org . The good old wetting videos on YouTube and Vimeo. Anything I could lay my hands (or rather, my clicks) on. The years went on and in terza superiore (10th grade) I feel deeply in love with a guy in my class. Another one in the great series of my teenage years' unrequited loves. We had a fight and when our friendship died down it made me feel so sad that I remember crying hidden in my room. This event led me to an epiphany. As if by magic, I suddenly realized I was gay. Now the world made sense. That special interest that I'd had for boys, that was because I was gay. The funny feeling in my tummy when I was with him, that was being in love. And me liking guys wetting themselves... That was also because I was gay. Once I figured it out, I accepted it right away. I'm gay and that's fine. But I still had a problem. I still hadn't fully accepted my fetish. It felt weird that i was able to come out to people, to tell them I was gay, but still had trouble accepting omorashi. The thing is, omorashi is not a secondary thing for me. It is the primary force of my sexuality. It is what really gets my motor going. There is nothing in the world of sex that excites me as much as omorashi does. How could I find my way in the dating world when all my potential partners wanted dick picks, ass picks and talked about anal penetration and being a top or a bottom, when deep inside I wanted to tell them "actually I don't really care about penetrating you or you penetrating me but I would sure love if you could piss your pants for me"? This is a crucial question and it's what stopped me from finding a sexual partner many times. Over the years I finally accepted who I was fully, including my omorashi side. I got more and more brave with my wetting exploits, which I will tell you about in detail in the future. But getting an omorashi partner is always hard. I tried mentioning wetting to people and was ghosted many times. There seem to be fetishes like BDSM, masochism, and foot play that are well known and less taboo to talk about, but omorashi is not. With perseverance I managed to find somebody who would try omorashi for me, and it was a very nice experience. I also got to know a few people who share my passion for wetting, and that was very nice too. But many steps have yet to be made for our community. I want to end this post saying that if you ever feel like your wetting fetish is wrong, don't worry. It's not. You are what you are. It's nobody's choice, nor fault. Wetting your pants feels good and hurts no one! Plus it's also pretty tame and soft-core compared to many other fetishes, so there really is no reason to feel ashamed and to live in denial. As always, feel free to comment, share your thoughts and ideas etc. I really love reading from you and interacting with you. I really hope you enjoyed this read and found it worthwhile.

A large glass mason jar, a strand of hair, and a name, written in sharpie. It didn’t take much for a skilled witch to connect a bladder to a bottle. It was Leo’s first day of freshman year and he strolled into his lecture slightly late. Fashionably late, if you will. Unlike high school, his professor didn’t particularly care. He sat down next to a tall, dark haired man who looked to be about 19 or 20- the same age as Leo himself. He had long, dark hair pulled into a low bun and he wore a black tank top with a slight turtleneck and black jeans. “Hey, I’m Leo,” he whispered. ”Jai. Shut up, I’m trying to listen to the lecture.” Leo shut up. Listening to the lecture sounded like a pretty good idea. So he stayed quiet and took notes and sketched diagrams as the professor spoke. It was a long lecture though, and his mind started to wander. He noticed that Jai’s leg was shaking a lot, maybe he was feeling restless? It was a long lecture after all, a whole three hours. As time wore on, he realized that wasn’t it. The lecture had begun quite early in the morning, prompting many students to wake themselves up with a nice cup of coffee. That included Jai. His thermos sat on the desk in front of him, untouched in the last 20 minutes. There were 10 minutes left of class, and he seemed to be struggling more now. Leo’s attention was peaked. He watched as Jai quickly packed his things and speed walked out of the room the second the lecture ended. He then got up to pack his own things. A long strand of hair lay on the desk in front of him, and it was too long to be his own- it must be Jai’s. He picked it up and put it in a small plastic bag in his backpack before heading back to his dorm room. Once there, he put his backpack away and took out the strand of hair. For what he had in mind, a large jar would work best. He got a nice 1 litre mason jar out of his cupboard and put the hair inside, muttering a binding curse as he wrote Jai’s name on the outside of the jar. Jai’s bladder would now be bound to this jar. Leo filled the jar halfway with water, then shook it around a little. He had no way of knowing if it worked until the next day, when he’d hopefully see Jai at his next lecture; tomorrow’s lecture was for the same subject - biology - and at the same level; it was just human biology instead of plants. But he had a feeling it had worked, and it turned him on a little to know that wherever Jai was now, he must be squirming. The next day, he was pleased to find out that Jai was in this lecture too and wasted no time in sitting next to him. This class was later in the day so he was early today, and he hoped that meant Jai would be up for some conversation. “So, we meet again,” Leo said. ”Are you stalking me or something?” “What?! No! No, I just-“ “Relax, I’m kidding. Everyone in yesterday’s lecture is in today’s too.” ”Right. Yeah. I knew that.” “Sure you did.” ”So… can I get your number? For like, uh, studying purposes?” ”Sure.” Jai winked at him before taking out a sharpie and writing his phone number on Leo’s hand. Leo blushed. “Maybe you’d be interested in studying with me after today’s lecture? We can work at my dorm.” ”We don’t have any work yet, are you sure that’s what you want to do with me?” Jai’s tone was more flirtatious that Leo had expected, given how gruff he’d be the day before. “Is there something else you have in mind?” ”Well, we could get to know each other.” Okay, he was definitely flirting now. “Sounds like a plan.” This lecture was only an hour and a half, much to Leo’s delight. He and Jai walked back to his dorm afterwards and sat together on Leo’s small couch. “So… do you want anything? A drink, or a snack?” ”Some water would be great, thanks.” Leo went to the bathroom to fill up two glasses; he was glad the tap water was potable, as he didn’t have any kitchen space in the small dorm room. The jar sat on the countertop by the sink, at about the same volume as the day before. He poured more water in, making it 80% full. He shook it again, but not too vigorously- he had kept the lid off so that Jai would still be able to pee when he wanted to, and if he sloshed the water around too much, Jai would leak. It was still too early for that. So he went back to the living room and handed Jai a glass of water before sitting down next to him. Jai put the glass down on the table without taking a sip. ”Not thirsty anymore?” Jai mumbled something under his breath. It sounded like “Not that kind of thirsty”, but Leo couldn’t be sure. ”What did you say?” “Uh no, not thirsty. Mind if I use the bathroom?” “Go ahead.” As Jai entered the bathroom, Leo realized his mistake- the jar was still on the counter. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice it? But no such luck. Leo heard the toilet flush, then the sink ran for a bit, then Jai re-entered. Holding the jar. ”Is this what I think it is?” ”… What do you think it is?” ”You’re a witch.” ”…” ”This jar has my name on it.” “It does appear to, yes…” ”It’s empty now.” “Yes.” ”But it wasn’t.” ”Oh?” ”Don’t play dumb, you know what you did.” ”What did I do?” ”You connected this jar to my bladder.” “…” ”So I’m going to do the same to you.” ”You’re a witch too?” ”Where do you keep your jars.” ”Top shelf on the right…” Jai took one of the jars, then took a strand of Leo’s hair. He placed it in the jar and wrote Leo’s name on it, muttering the curse. Then he took it to the bathroom and began to fill it up. Leo started to squirm. ”Jai… you don’t have to do this…” ”You didn’t have to do this.” ”I was just curious, I didn’t hurt you or anything…” ”And I haven’t hurt you.” ”You’re filling the jar too much, I can’t hold it anymore.” Leo’s pee dance became more intense as he crossed his legs and grabbed his crotch. He wiggled around, trying not to pee on his couch. Jai emerged from the bathroom, holding the almost full jar with the lid screwed on. ”Oh thank god, please don’t fill it up anymore.” ”Oh I won’t.” Jai said as he flipped the jar upside down, forcing all the weight of the water to press against the lid of the jar. Leo’s desperation doubled. “Jai please… I’m gonna pee myself…” “Not as long as the lid is on, you won’t.” “You’ll keep the lid on until I get to the toilet, right?” Jai didn’t respond. ”Right?” As much as Leo knew that his bladder wouldn’t empty with the jar lid on, he couldn’t stop squirming. It felt like it would come out any second. ”Please, Jai.” Jai began to unscrew the lid slowly. ”No… please… I can’t hold it… I’m gonna pee…” ”Too late.” Jai unscrewed the lid all the way and began to pour it into the sink. Leo squeezed his crotch and crossed his legs as tight as he could, but there was nothing he could do. Hot pee flooded his underwear and started to soak into his pants. Then suddenly, it stopped. Midstream. ”AH! Jai!” He looked up and saw that the lid was back on the jar. ”What? You wanted the lid on, right?” ”No! Just- Jai! You must know how it feels to stop midstream! I have to go so badly!” “You should’ve thought of that.” ”Please… just keep the lid on until I get to the toilet…” Leo stood carefully and began his waddle to the bathroom. It was only a couple meters from where he’d been sitting but it felt like a marathon with the pee just waiting to rush out. He’d almost made it, though. Almost. ”Jai! I’m not at the toilet yet!” ”I didn’t say I’d wait.” Leo’s piss dripped out, painfully slow. Jai was dripping it ever so slowly. Leo tried to get to the toilet to at least finish there, but Jai had other plans. As soon as Leo was in front of the toilet, Jai put the lid back on. ”Are you serious?” ”Pants only. No Toilet.” Leo pulled his pants back up and sat down on the toilet. “How about both.” ”Fine.” Jai unscrewed the lid again and continued the slow pour, gradually picking up speed. Leo was so relieved to finally be going, he didn’t care that it was in his pants, or that the hottie from his lecture was watching him. His bladder was almost empty when Jai put the lid back on. ”Really? Again?” ”Can’t make this too easy for you.” ”Oh whatever, just put the jar down. Go back to the couch while I shower, okay?” Jai nodded and left the bathroom. Leo locked the door. Jai’s jar was still on the countertop, begging to be filled. And Leo wanted to get back at him. He got in the shower and cleaned himself up quickly, scrubbing the sticky urine from his legs. Then he held the jar under the shower spray, letting it fill. As it got closer to the top of the jar, he heard Jai bang on the door. “Leo! LEO! Stop that! Let me in!” Leo didn’t stop. He enjoyed hearing the desperation in Jai’s voice. He could see Jai’s feet moving under the door as he pee danced. He wished he could’ve seen it all; the expression on his face, the moment he started to wet himself. But if he opened that door, it would be over. So he didn’t open it. He left it locked, and left the jar under the shower head. It began to overflow, and he heard Jai cry out before pee pitter-pattered onto the floor. He kept the jar in the water. Jai kept peeing. “Leo! Stop! Please!” ”No.” Leo got out of the shower and dried off, wrapping himself in a towel before stepping out of the bathroom. Jai rushed in and aimed at the toilet, but Leo hadn’t turned off the shower. No matter how much he peed, he couldn’t get relief. “Please, just turn it off. Let me finish.” “Fine.” As much as Leo was enjoying this, he’d seen the look in Jai’s eyes when it had been him flooding his pants. He liked watching this as much as Leo did, and Leo hoped they’d be doing this together again.

Hello everyone, I've been a lurker at omo.org for quite a while, since I'd heard of the site probably, but have only posted a hand full of times before. I'm not sure why, but I got the urge to become more active, so I thought I'd share one of my favorite experiences with you all, especially since male stories seem to be less common. I know there is a smaller audience for them here that enjoys them. I’ll post what I’ve written so far, and if people like it and my writing style, I’ll keep going. A bit of background on me first: I am a youngish gay male, and have a partner who is several years older than I am. I mention the age difference because I feel like it plays a role in our sex lives, both in and out of omorashi – we're both pretty kinky, and the only easy way I know of to describe our dynamic is an almost “big brother/little brother” sort. He's by far the more domineering one between us, and has a thing for exhibitionism to boot (I don't, but I willingly indulge him as much as I can – I don't have to tell you all how nerve wracking it can be!). To stick with omorashi, this usually means that he tells me what and how much to drink, with the goal of teasing me and forcing me to hold until I wet myself, and for him, that preferably happens somewhere where others can see, and where I would be embarrassed (within reason, of course, and we stay discreet in public areas, don't make others clean up, etc.). Personally, I prefer holding to wetting, and like to think that he gets something out of seeing me squirming in pain, too. But, this means that we usually end up in a battle of his will versus my bladder when it comes to omorashi. This particular night, we on one of our weekly date nights. The plan was to go to check out a big outdoor mall sort of thing on the other side of town, grab a bite to eat, then head to a sort of club where it was acceptable for my partner could get his exhibitionism fix, let's say. I had drunk about 1.5 liters of water before we left, to get me warmed up, and brought another bottle with me, which I drank on the drive over. By the time we got to the shopping center, I remember having to go pretty badly already, probably up at a 7/10, but I had to endure a long walk from the car to the center itself (this was a very big outdoor mall, and bigger parking lot). Just to torture me probably, our first stop was an arcade. This was all a while ago, but I remember playing a few games of air hockey (which I lost, probably thanks to spending most of the time with my legs crossed, wincing in pain every time I had to lean to hit the puck), and one of those arcade shooters – probably Time Crisis, or something. After we'd both died, he gave me a look-over and asked, “You okay there?,” which was basically code for “Are you still dry?” I said yes – I was not about to wet my pants in the middle of a busy arcade, especially the ones I was wearing at the time, so I'd been holding on for dear life (for anyone who wants a mental image, I was wearing light colored well-fitting jeans and briefs, so a small slip up on my part would probably have been visible). I was surprised when the next words out of his mouth were “Want to go pee?,” but more than anything, I wanted to take the opportunity to not wet myself before we'd even had dinner. I shook my head yes. He took my hand, and led me to the restroom in the arcade, which I quickly used. I knew we weren't done though, and before long, he'd bought me another bottle of water to drink, and he told me to drink it up quickly. We walked around a bit more before dinner, including by a fountain that I was very grateful we had visited after the restroom, not before. By the time we'd sat down at a restaurant, my bladder was starting to fill again. It didn't help that he kept asking the waiter to refill my water. By the time we had taken our sweet time eating – or he took his, more like – and we paid the check, I was probably back around a 6 or 7/10. I swear I caught a sadistic grin on his face as I winced trying to stand up and we left the restaurant. (I've got to be off for now, but I hope you've enjoyed the set up at least!)

Part 1: Jasper Sometimes I wish I could grow a pair of wings and launch myself into the stratosphere. But then I remember the things tying me down. Today, it's you. Not in a bad way of course! Sorry, I'll shut up now. See you soon! I look back at my texts with a mixture of excitement and disgust. God, I'm weird. But I hope Josh knows that by now: I mean we have been friends for years. Though today could change that forever, because today is our first date. Me and Josh. A couple. I still can't quite believe it. It's all surreal, like something from my dreams. Excitement and nerves and happiness have filled my whole body, and I feel like I could float away at any minute. Except for one slight issue, one big metaphorical ball-and-chain that's anchoring me to the ground. I need to pee. Quite badly. The jolting of the train as it whizzes through the tunnels definitely isn't helping, and neither is my pint-sized bladder. Or the fact that I was so excited for our first date that I completely forgot to use the bathroom when I woke up. In hindsight, I'm an idiot. Hopefully I can find a bathroom when we're out. Then again, Josh knows my bladder history. He's seen me pee my pants before. A lot. He even keeps spare jeans and boxers in his locker at school, that's how accident-prone I am. It's not like he'd give me shit if I did end up pissing myself. But on a first date? I'd rather not. So as the train grinds to a halt I stand, then step off to look for a loo. But fate has other ideas...

I wrote this a while ago as the idea came into my head, and have tweaked it a little bit since. There is, I think, the possibility for a continuation, but it depends on inspiration, motivation, and whether anyone would even be interested in reading more. Read the tags for content warnings, and enjoy! Andi’s hand shook as he struggled with his keys. He stood walking in place, jaw clenched, and a small whimper of frustration escaped him before he managed to get the key in the lock of his front door. Once inside he threw down his bag, and left a trail of scarf, jacket, and boots as he raced towards the bathroom. He pulled the door shut on reflex even though he now lived alone. He hesitated, glancing at the toilet. He needed to go so badly he felt like he would burst, but after a brief moment’s consideration he stripped down to his boxer-briefs and turned towards the shower. Shifting his weight back and forth between his feet he wondered if he should take them off or not. In the end he left them on, and stepped into the shower. He stood there for a good while, occasionally moaning, whimpering and swearing, still shifting back and forth, rocking on the balls of his feet. He stuck a hand in between his legs and grabbed himself. He could feel that he was hard, but of course he was. ‘Shit,’ he murmured. ‘Shit, shit, fuck . . .’ He felt the pressure building, until he couldn’t think, could barely breathe, and he sobbed as he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and his urine began to flow down his legs, through his pants, splashing onto the tiles beneath his feet. ‘No! No . . .’ He sank to his knees, panting and sobbing, feeling the warm pee underneath him. He touched the front of his boxers, rubbed himself through the fabric, and a final spurt of urine soaked his hand. He grabbed one of his nipples between the fingers of his other hand, pinching, and kept stroking his sex until his sobs turned to groans of pleasure and he finally came. Sitting there, in a puddle of his own piss, he didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to take his pants off, even though they were quickly becoming cold and uncomfortable. In the end, he did anyway. Andi had two secrets. One was this, his most shameful kink. That he liked to hold his pee in until he wet himself. That he got off on it. The other was that he was only a few months a ‘real’ boy. He’d been on T for a little over half a year. His voice had dropped. He had gotten hairier, his skin had changed, as had his body fat ratio. He had always been quite flat chested, though what little tits he had still bothered him, as did what was, or wasn’t, between his legs. He did have a dick, the clitoris having grown significantly. It was about an inch long now, about an inch and a half and much thicker while erect. He was proud of his dick. It couldn’t penetrate anyone, but then he had always preferred bottoming anyway. Still, he hated to think about it, to look at it. His vulva. He’d hoped his dick would grow bigger than this. It still might, of course, but a lot of the guys he’d spoken to said theirs grew most in the first six months on testosterone. Whether or not he’d have surgery at some point he hadn’t quite decided, but he really wanted to. Top surgery was a given, and he was already on a waiting list. Andi hadn’t had sex in a long time. Not since he started trying to pass. Well, not until recently, that is. Not until Ronan. Ronan, who had been his best friend for a long time, and who somehow took everything in stride. When they had first met, online, Andi’s transition had been in its infancy. He had only just started to accept that he was trans, and the first thing he had done was try to be a boy online. Ronan was the sort of person who inspired trust, so eventually Andi had told him everything. He had been completely cool with it. He hadn’t asked any weird or invasive questions. He had simply listened, and when Andi had asked if he was freaked out, he had written: Why? You’re the same person now that you were five minutes ago. You’re my friend. And I want you to be happy. Since that moment, Andi had shared his fears, his body dysphoria, what his doctors and therapists told him, and his hopes for the future with Ronan. And then, at some point, his fantasies and his kinks, and that was when their relationship had changed. They had talked about all of it, and then explored it in detail, first with a series of phone calls and Skype sessions, and then finally, a few weeks ago, in person. The fact that Ronan, who was gay, wanted to be with Andi almost served to make him feel more like a real man than the hormones could. But this last kink even Ronan didn’t know about, and he never ever would. If he ever found out . . . Andi was sure even Ronan couldn’t accept something like that. Who would? It was, objectively speaking, gross. Urine was not a natural part of sex. Of course, it wasn’t the urine itself that turned him on. It was the desperation, and the act of wetting himself. The shame of it. Shame and humiliation were already present in his and Ronan’s play. When they were together, Ronan had tied Andi up, spanked him, made him choke on his dick, and Andi had loved every second of it. The memory was enough to make him blush. Ronan was naturally dominating, and being submissive with him felt wonderfully freeding. This, though, this was different. Lately, Andi’s wetting fantasies had taken on a different form. He imagined not doing it alone. He imagined Ronan telling him when he could and couldn’t pee—much the same way he sometimes forbade him from touching himself without permission—refusing him access to the toilet until he was a shivering, desperate mess. He pictured Ronan making him wet himself on command, and sometimes he imagined Ronan fucking him while he was holding, fucking his arse until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and pissed. Then he would get disciplined with a spanking. He could never, ever tell Ronan what he was imagining. The whole thing had started back when his transition was in its infancy, pre-T. Back when he had begun trying to pass. At the time he had felt very uncomfortable with public bathrooms. He didn’t want to use the ladies’ room because he wasn’t a woman, but he felt like if he used the men’s room they would see straight through him. They would call his bluff, they wouldn’t see him as a real man. So whenever he was away from home, he refused to use the toilet. One evening he had been out for a drink with some good friends who called him Andi instead of Anna, and used the correct pronouns, and it had been a really good time. He had rather a lot of beer. He was quite used to holding his pee in by then, and could usually handle it, but it got a lot more difficult when he was drunk, and on his way home at two in the morning, it happened. He wet himself. It was dark, but there were some people about. Andi froze, completely mortified, hoping to God that no one would notice. It didn’t seem like anyone did, but he had never felt more embarrassed or terrible about himself. As soon as he could shut off the flow, which was easier said than done, he ran the rest of the way home and locked himself in the bathroom, sobbing. Not seeing any point in holding it in anymore, he let go and finished wetting himself on the bathroom floor. After pulling off his sopping wet jeans, he got in the shower and washed. He got off twice, went to bed, and got off again. The next morning he woke up wanting to do it all again. Thinking about that night (what he had since come to think of as his second awakening, the first having been when he accepted his true gender) still made him hard. Andi turned on the shower, washing the urine from his legs and the floor. He made the water as hot as he could take, and while he stood under it, began to stroke himself. He pictured Ronan while he did, and tentatively reached back, pushing a wet finger inside his arse. He moaned loudly, and a little bit of leftover pee trickled out. His fingers didn’t really feel like enough, though, and he stepped out of the shower and over to the bathroom cabinet. He had left his dildo there the last time he had got off. He found it along with some lube, and after slicking it up and stretching his hole a bit, got back in the shower and began to pump his arse with it. He moaned loudly, stroking his cock, and peed a bit more. It didn’t take him long to come. Andi cleaned himself up and got out of the shower. After towelling himself off he reached for his phone to check his messages, and the moment he touched it, it rang. Ronan’s picture filled the screen, and Andi instantly blushed. He only let it ring twice before answering. ‘Hi,’ he said, his voice a bit breathless. ‘Well, hello there, boy,’ said Ronan’s deep, silky voice. ‘You sound exactly the way I like you best,’ he purred. ‘Have you been naughty?’ Andi smiled. ‘Maybe . . .’ ‘Tell me,’ Ronan demanded. His tone of voice hadn’t changed, but it was a command nonetheless, and Andi felt a tugging sensation somewhere in the vicinity of his crotch. He may not like his XX-chromosome parts all that much, but they did give him the advantage (or disadvantage) of not being easily spent, and he immediately reached down to touch himself again, before stopping himself. ‘I just got out of the shower,’ he said. ‘I may have . . . Gotten off a few times.’ Ronan tutted. ‘Without me? I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ ‘Guess you’ll have to punish me,’ said Andi quickly. Ronan chuckled softly. ‘If you’re so eager for punishment, boy, perhaps I should prepare some less pleasurable discipline. Silent contemplation, say.’ Andi whimpered involuntarily. ‘No? Well, I guess I do owe you a bit of a spanking. Too bad I can’t do it right now.’ Ronan sighed. ‘What are you doing?’ Andi asked. ‘Right now I’m stroking my cock, thinking of you all naked and wet in the shower.’ Andi let his hand wander down to his own dick and said, ‘Me too.’ ‘Uh-uh. Did I tell you you were allowed to touch yourself?’ Ronan asked, and Andi stopped immediately, but not before whining softly. ‘What’s that, boy? Are you complaining?’ ’N—no,’ Andi stammered. ‘Of course not.’ ‘Good. You can touch yourself when I tell you to.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Andi, obediently. ‘What were you doing before?’ Ronan asked him. Andi’s heart hammered in his chest. ‘Nothing, really. I was just in the shower, and then I . . . Touched myself.’ ‘How many times did you come?’ ‘Three . . . I think.’ ‘My naughty little Andi,’ said Ronan. ‘Whatever shall I do with you? It’s like you want to be punished.’ Andi swallowed, but said nothing. ‘Do you, boy? Do you want me to spank your arse raw?’ Andi moaned softly. ‘Tell me.’ Andi drew a breath, and it came out again ragged. When he spoke his voice was uneven. ‘If you want to. I’ve . . . I’ve been disobedient. I need discipline. Need to be . . . To be shamed.’ ‘You want me to shame you? To embarrass you?’ Ronan asked. Andi remained silent. His legs felt shaky. He was so turned on he could barely breathe, and he needed to pee again, too. ‘Tell me what would embarrass you most of all. What could I make you do that would be a true punishment?’ Andi spoke without thinking, without considering the consequences. It was a reflex, to answer Ronan truthfully. He couldn’t lie to him. ‘Make me piss myself.’ He covered his mouth, mortified. He had said it. What would happen now? ‘Oh?’ came Ronan’s voice. ‘Why, that’s new. What manner of kink is this?’ Andi bit his lip. ‘It’s . . . It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.’ ‘No, no, no,’ Ronan purred. ‘None of that, boy. Tell me.’ Swallowing a couple of times, Andi considered his words carefully before speaking. ‘Sometimes I . . . I like to hold it until I’m fit to burst. Getting all desperate like that . . . It, er . . . It really turns me on.’ His face felt hot, and he was stammering quite a bit. At the same time he felt more aroused than ever. Embarrassing himself like this, telling Ronan his most secret of secrets, he could almost come without even touching himself. ‘Sometimes I . . . I hold it until I wet myself, and then I get off.’ The last bit nearly turned into word salad, but Ronan seemed to catch it all the same. ‘Then I feel embarrassed, and ashamed . . .’ ‘Mmm . . . Well, I do like you desperate. I could forbid you from going to the toilet. And then, if you do wet yourself, I’d have to discipline you.’ ‘Oh God,’ Andi whimpered. ‘Please . . .’ ‘Please what?’ ‘Please, sir, may I come?’ ‘Hm, not sure you’ve earned it yet. You’ve been holding back on me, after all. Not telling me about this . . . How long have you been doing it?’ Andi swallowed. ‘Since . . . since before I started on T. Back when I started trying to pass.’ ‘And here I thought you had told me all about your fantasies, and it turns out you’ve got this squirrelled away. I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ There was amusement in Ronan’s stern voice. ‘I’m sorry,’ Andi mumbled. ‘I . . . It was embarrassing. I thought maybe . . . maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if I told you. That you wouldn’t want to . . .’ ‘That I wouldn’t want to fuck you anymore?’ Ronan chuckled. ‘You’re an idiot, my little Andi. The thought of you all desperate like that, of you pissing yourself and feeling mortified about it . . . Mmm, that really turns me on.’ His voice sounded a little breathless. Andi licked his lips. ‘Ronan . . . Sir . . .’ ‘All right. Since you’ve given me so many fun things to think about, I’ll let you come, boy.’ Andi’s hand immediately went down to his crotch and he began to stroke himself. ‘Fuck . . . I’m so horny right now, I can’t even—I’m gonna—’ ‘So eager. Slow down, boy. That’s it.’ Andi did as he was asked, slowed the movement of his fingers, but he still felt so close. ‘How’s it feel?’ Ronan breathed. ‘Feels good,’ Andi moaned. ‘God . . . Wish you were here, fucking me.’ The sound Ronan made was more like a growl than anything else. ‘So do I, boy. So do I. But until I am, this will have to do.’ ‘Mhm . . .’ Andi felt breathless. ‘Fuck . . . Ronan, please . . .’ ‘Go on then. You can come.’ Andi picked up the pace. His thighs quivered, and he could barely remain standing, unable to support himself with his other hand since he was on the phone. ‘Oh, fuck! Ah!’ He came, but kept stroking, and not long after he came again. He dropped to his knees, hand still working. ‘Fuck, you sound so good, Andi. Keep this up, I’m gonna come, too. Think you’ve got another one in you?’ ‘Yeah.’ Andi kept going, eyes slipping shut. ‘I can . . . fuck! Shit . . . I need to . . .’ He hesitated, face feeling hot. ‘I need to pee.’ ‘I see. Tell you what. When you come, you can pee.’ ‘Mmh . . . Yes, sir.’ Andi stroked himself faster, getting closer and closer. ‘Ronan . . . Ronan, I’m gonna come again!’ ‘Mm, go ahead. Let me hear you. I’m so close, I’m gonna come, too. Wish I could come in your mouth. All over your face.’ That was all it took, and Andi gave a loud shout as he came a third time. He was forced to stop touching himself, as he was too sensitive to continue, and then he pissed again, letting out a moan of relief. On the other end of the line, he heard Ronan swear, and groan, voice gaining in pitch as he finally came. Andi loved listening to Ronan coming. He loved listening to Ronan, period. ‘How are you feeling?’ asked Ronan softly. ‘Good. I feel . . .’ Andi gave a breathless laugh. ‘I feel good. Thanks. Fuck . . .’ Ronan laughed as well. ‘You always sound so good, boy. Can’t wait to see you again.’ ‘You’re still coming next weekend, right?’ ‘Of course I am. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Andi. You won’t be able to walk.’ Andi whimpered. If he gave himself a few minutes, he’d be ready for another three or four orgasms, he was sure of it. His libido had already been high pre-T. Testosterone did not serve to soften it. Still, best not push his luck. As much as he loved and accepted Ronan’s discipline, there could be too much of a good thing. He cleared his throat. ‘Can’t wait.’ ‘I don’t want you to touch yourself until then, boy. Is that clear?’ Andi gave another soft whimper. ‘Yes . . . yes, sir.’ ‘Good boy. I’ll see you soon enough.’ ‘Yeah. See ya. Thank you, sir.’ They hung up, and Andi stepped back into the shower for another rinse.

Luke whined quietly and pressed his thighs firmly together, trying to suppress his shaking knees. In the moderately loud lecture hall, no-one heard, save his boyfriend Michael, who's short body was snuggled in the seat next to him. Michael looked from Luke's flushed face to his trembling hands, and sighed. "Babe, you've had to go to the bathroom since this morning. The lecture doesn't finish for another hour and a half, and we both know you can't wait that long anymore." Luke's cheeks went even darker red, and his hands went to his crotch, almost defiantly. "Mike, I need the notes for this class. I... I can't just leave." Even as the words left his mouth though, he knew Michael was right. His belt cut painfully into his bladder, and he was long past the point where he would've used the bathroom at home. Ugh. Even thinking about relieving himself sent pangs through his already-overstretched bladder. Desperate for momentary relief, Luke undid his belt, as well as the top button of his chinos. Thankfully the checked overshirt he'd thrown on this morning covered his lap, so no-one was any wiser. At his boyfriends insistence, the two of them finally left the lecture hall, concious of the judgemental stares directed their way until the doors shut behind them. Once they were out of the hall, Luke immediately leant on a wall for support, with his free hand pressed firmly into his crotch. "Mike... I... I can't..." His voice was cut off by a shaky sob, and he felt a long spurt, maybe 5 seconds in all, soaking his shorts and pants. Michael, sensing that Luke was losing control, went to his boyfriend's side and started stroking his hair protectively. "Sshhhhh, it's okay" he crooned. When Michael came up behind him, Luke flinched, and that proved to be the last straw for his bladder. A muffled pattering sound was produced as his stream hit the carpeted floor, and he watched in horror and humiliation as the legs of his pants when from tan to dark brown in a matter of seconds. Despite the mortifying accident, the relief was undeniably blissful. Now sobbing properly, Luke didn't resist as his boyfriend pulled him into a hug, instead finding solace in the familiar scent of his hoodie. Michael stepped back, and his eyes flitted between the still-spreading stain on the carpet beneath Luke's feet and his tearful, terrified expression. "C'mon babe, let's get back to the apartment to clean up, yeah? Wouldn't want anyone here seeing you like this." After another brief hug, the two left the foyer of the building and got into Luke's car, to head home...