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Hello all, I have been conisdering making an omorashi card game using playing cards for some time now and would like to see if I can have a little input from the community. Here is the back story: I told my girlfriend quite early on in our relationship about this fetish and at first she was confused, adamant she would never do it and asked me a host of questions as to why I would find it to be a turn on. She would tease me as well about the fetish in a good natured way but she did say to me a few months ago that she kinds of gets it now. She did her ‘research’ and says she understood it more and was more willing to try it now and has agreed do a wetting for me in the future, possibly even a birthday treat. Now what I was thinking was instead of just telling her “Right drink this, wait there, now piss your pants for me.” I’d make it fun for her so she can enjoy it. So I thought of a card game based on ‘Ring of Fire’ the drinking game. Basically the rules are: Draw a card and do a pre-approved action based on that card. Here are a few I’ve come up with so far: King Queen Jack - 10 - Do 10 Starjumps. 9 8 7 - Touch your toes for one minute. 6 - Do 6 squats. 5 - Sit cross-legged on the floor for 1:30 minutes. 4 - 4 smacks on the bottom (she likes that ?). 3 - Drink 3 fingers width of your drink. 2 - Drink 2 fingers width of your drink. Ace - Stay still for 1 minute with your legs shoulder length apart. It is like a card game based Milanova desperation game but I’m stuck for anymore challenges. So if you have some ideas of challenges, think some of mine are lame and need changing let me know. Any form of criticism is welcomed. I will let you know the results of the game when the time comes!! All the best, Malkopee

View File Assorted Pissing Videos Here are a handful of peeing videos I came across recently, new to me, and I also have no idea how the one couple has sex while peeing.... ***Sex and nudity *** Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 02/17/2019 Category Peeing

I'm curious to know what everyone's favorite kind of omorashi is! I love watching skirt and panty wetting videos, just wish there was more out there to watch.. I love reading stories on here of people in skirts and panties really needing to go. There are some really good ones out there!

I'm curious to know what everyone's favorite kind of omorashi is! I love watching skirt and panty wetting videos, just wish there was more out there to watch.. I love reading stories on here of people in skirts and panties really needing to go. There are some really good ones out there!

Hey! I thought I'd write another story and see the reception on this one, this is the second and last story with my first omo loving ex, I have more with another ex to come! But this might be my last story for a while because I'm going through rough times, so I'll see how it goes and I might post again soon.. So this was a few months after the wetting story I wrote before, after that we had started doing omo together, we shared videos and we would see who could hold the longest, most of the time it was me, and she'd let go and soak herself, we loved sending videos and we were enjoying our young lives, experimenting with new things and new ways to omo! Anyways one day she decided she would do a wetting with me, but.. we didn't know where we would, I asked her to wear grey panties because we learned grey = big dark patch. So we both drank a lot of water and decided to do a challenge, whoever peed their panties or boxers first would lose and the other would get to pee normally without any wetting, and I was determined to win and see her grey patch. We also decided if you leaked bad enough youd have to just let go and accept defeat. So I met her at her house and we started walking, and we both needed to go pretty bad, and just to make sure she was wearing grey panties under a white summer dress with pink flowers all over it. I asked her to flash me and she did, they were grey with little white hearts on them, absolutely adorable, I was just wearing plain grey boxers with a blue trim.. 15 minutes into the walk: We both needed to go, but we were holding up incredibly well, no bouncing groaning or clenched thighs, and we continued walking like we didnt even need to go 25 minutes: She admitted she leaked a bit and when no cars were around she flashed me and there was a teensy little black dot right on her crotch and I laughed cheekily.. which I shouldn't have done because I leaked too.. 30 mins: She said she couldn't really go much farther, she did have a super small bladder after all due to her size, and she said she leaked again "You might aswell just give up, I've barely even leaked, I only did because I chuckled" "I'm gonna try my hardest, I'm doing my best here" "When are you gonna let it all out? Hm?" "Mm I've got an idea, and I'll admit you won, so go pee normally right now and follow me" I nodded and went down into a ditch and peed a huge stream down into the ditch, I was so relieved of my piss at last, and I went back up and she had her fingers shoved into her dress and she told me to follow as she walked quickly with her thighs pressed together leaking just a tiny More she said She lead me over to a park which was comple empty, and she looked for a good spot to pee and she saw a bench and giggled and sat on the end spreading her legs showing me all of her grey panties, I could see the patch wasn't big, it was about the size of half a golf ball "Get a good view ethan, its gonna go everywhere and I'm gonna try to get the patch up to here, and alllll the way up the back" she teased me and put her finger right to the top of her panties and I nodded aanxiously aiting for it all to flow out of her. She teased me by holding it for another little bit as j looked up, not even under her dress as as had it hoisted up all the way so I could see all of her panties and she squirted and giggled as I watched the patch go a smidge bigger and soon after that she bent down and watched the fluids flow quickly out of her, and her urine splashed into me and my shoes, her panties quickly became a dark dark grey, this time for some reason there wasn't any hissing, just faint 'pshh' noises as it soaked into her poor panties. She peed to a point where the patch wasn't going higher, so she leaned forward so the pee would continue to rise up and it did and I saw the patch very very quickly rise up to the top and then she laid back and let the last little bit go, I continued to now watch her dark grey panties glisten with yellow fluid and soon she stopped peeing and they stopped glistening and she relaxed and I looked and put my hands on her completely soaked panties and rubbed them and she whimpered a little more leaking out and onto my hands, the hearts were now a yellowish grey and the once light grey panties were super dark black.. and we sat there and talked for the next 15 minutes as she enjoyed her hot wet panties. Hope this story was good.. I'm sorry for all this backlash I'm getting from the community, I hope not to offend y'all or trigger you anymore, and let's hope we can move on. Thanks omo community, thanks for reading! ~Ethan

Ex internet girlfriend omorashi View File This was just requested for me to put on here! I hope this is what you all wanted to see! Submitter ethanboi_i Submitted 10/08/2019 Category Peeing

So, I visited my partner awhile ago. Over a month ago now. And while I was there we tried a bunch of things, one of my favorites being me getting peed on. It was everything I hoped it would be and more. Very warm, the smell was incredible, and having your genitalia peed on is.... an experience, to say the very least. Do you guys like being peed on, or peeing on people? What's your favorite part? They also peed in my mouth. Um... not my thing! The concept is still so hot, but in practice, it wasn't so good. 😞 I had to spit it out. It could have a lot to do with my OCD, but I just couldn't swallow it. I was very disappointed, but hey, I can always take a golden shower instead. I'm not complaining.

View File I got new panties today 😍 I got a new pack of panties today! join me in a series of videos where we see how they look when wet! 😍😍 here’s video 1 out of the series! Submitter PMDP Submitted 11/29/2019 Category Peeing

View File My birthday wetting!!! Here’s the video, thank you to Drying who sent me the way to upload!!! ❤️❤️ Submitter PMDP Submitted 11/14/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans

I didn't even get past 48 hours and it was this amazing diaper flood which made me surrender! I wasn't actually entirely committed to not nut November anyway really, however I have heard that people intentionally watch porn during the event to make fighting the urge to masturbate more difficult and I personally believe this makes a lot of sense because it makes it more of a challenge. So which video, picture, ecchi or manga made you give up the fight? Please share the video link or image in the comments! (As long as they comply with the site rules of course!)

I have a pretty massive bladder which probably isn't a great combination with incontinence tbh but likely I don't have flooding accidents unless I get constipated and wet the bed as a result. I've been thinking of getting some Rearz Seductions or Safari since they claim to hold about 6000ml of urine and I could easily drench a pair of Attends Pull-ons level 8 after a casual hold and those can absorb nearly 2000ml. I'm sadly out of Tena Slip Maxis at the moment but these can usually just about hold one wetting. What is your current aprroximate record for a single diaper wetting in ml?

View File Panties Wetting Compilation About 30 minutes of assorted panties wetting Submitter sk8kidc Submitted 09/22/2018 Category Peeing

At the time of posting, this club is pretty dead in terms of activity. I want(ed) to change that. This thread will be a repository of any queer commissions I work on that the customer gave me a thumbs-up to share. I will clearly tag every story with BOLD UNDERLINED ALLCAPS to indicate what it contains. IE, NO MESSING means that it will be free of messing - Using that as an example since a fair few people aren't into that, but it is something I frequently write. Unfortunately for the men loving men/masc loving masc folks, I do not write anything of the sort - I'm a trans, nonbinary woman and a lesbian, and it's something I personally cannot stand to write. Hopefully somebody will pop up to help fill that void, though! If you want to commission something for yourself or to share with the community, please DM me - My rates are reasonably cheap and I'm all too happy to receive the motivation to practice better writing. My next post will contain one story, featuring characters from Pokémon, though it may be some time before I get the post up.

Sometimes when I masturbate to omorashi porn and diaper fetish porn I smell my used pads and the odor from the urine really adds to the experience. I know that pee smell varies depending on how healthy or hydrated you are but I find that the more yellow and odorous the pee, the more it turns me on. Anybody else?

Personally, I have to set some goals or requirements before I can wet, just to make a challenge. I'll usually try and clean up my bathroom for clean use, or other random chores. Usually, I'll try to involve required clothing types or styles, or any other odd tasks I can manage of thinking up. Does anybody else find enjoyment from this? What sort of goals, or tasks do you, or your master/Mistress set yourself? Is there any tasks you enjoy the most? Feel free to share!

This is my first furry based fiction I've written! (actually second, but the first is a longer project that needs more work). I've used my writing alias here and in other places as well (just to clarify). Be warned that this story features [furry characters], [purposeful peeing outside], and [male masturbation]. I hope you guys like it! ---- Tending the Garden Author and Characters: Punk Hazardous Another day at the office, just like the last four. Dull, thankless, and more problems than it was worth. Not even the weekend's arrival could alleviate all of Cowl's sour grievances. He would still have to return on Monday. The surrounding apartment buildings absorbed most of the light from the sunset, casting a dim pall around the shepherd as he lit the cigarette clamped in his lips. He picked his arms up from the mid-height fence and directed his gaze over to the only piece of furniture in his small, square garden - a beat-up lawn chair on its last legs. Honestly, he was surprised it still had all four of them in tact. And he could hardly call it a lawn chair, not when there was no actual lawn to speak of. Cowl settled his weight into the chair looking around at his micro domain. Life in his own place was not going as gloriously as he imagined it as a pup. He was in need of a new direction, he knew, but the hurdles seemed to grow in size and number every time he poked his snout in a new direction. Nabbing the cold ale from the ground that he brought from inside, he elected to save the stress for tomorrow and put forth a new foot into the job world then, as he uncapped the bottle. The air brought a nippy chill that foretold the coming autumn. The trees outside of his fence had leaves that were still as green and plump as summer grapes, but they would soon shift colors and alter his daily view. Some of his neighbors a couple doors down were having a barbecue and taking advantage of the dying warm season. The smell of wood smoke and cooking meat wafted toward him. He looked over his fence at the trees rustling in the strengthening wind, taking sips and wandering through the memories conjured by the ambient scents and feelings. Half-finished cigarette in one hand and half-finished beer in the other, he came back to himself when he felt the pulsing in his abdomen; he needed a piss. Hefting his slowly numbing body aloft, Cowl set down his drink on the brick ground and placed the cigarette in his lips once more. Supporting himself with one hand against the tall portion of the fence that separated the abutting patios, he fiddled with the zipper on his shorts and folds of his boxers until his cock met the open air in full. Now freed, he let out a clear stream that burst from him and spattered all over a shrub planted next to the fence. A hearty sigh of relief left him as he splashed the ground and plants with his recycled beer. His enjoyment was such that he did not notice the door of the townhome neighboring his unit rumbling open, letting out a solidly built bulldog with short fur that was white and sparsely speckled with brown. He had stepped out to inspect the vestiges of the disappearing sun, but what he did not expect to see was his neighbor tending his garden this late in the evening. He could only see his back and his right arm from across the two squares, and a steady stream of water, taking care of a hydrangea. And his left arm was in front of him, in a suspicious position... The urinating German shepherd would have persisted, blissfully unaware, but the bulldog's throat clearing attracted his attention. Cowl looked up from his business and, seeing that his neighbor was staring him down, he waved with his free hand and gave a bright "Yo!" The neighbor's suspicions were unfortunately confirmed. The flippant way Cowl greeted him while indecently exposing himself severely ticked him off. The bulldog just looked at him in utmost disgust, called him "sick", and re-entered his unit, slamming the sliding glass door behind him. Cowl just shrugged; he had no time for judgements on his character. He was on his own property and harming no one, so as far as he was concerned, he was doing nothing wrong. He watched on as his clear stream battered leaves aside and made them shine acutely in the moonlight. How amazing it felt to relieve himself of this burden. And with two more jets and an accompanying low, self-indulgent moan, he was empty. He flicked himself lightly, and sank back into the chair behind him, furred sheath still poking out of the fly of his shorts. His head lolled back and he was now looking up at the stars in the heavens that flickered on one by one. The noises from the neighboring barbecue were gone. He was alone on his patio and effectively invisible in the darkness of the night around him. He found that his assured solitude had caused his hand to wander, urging him into some potentially indecent, but pleasurable territory. Far too relaxed and tipsy to relocate to the inside, he put a groping paw on the rounded head emerging from his sheath. He would be a liar if he said this was the first time he'd done this in safety of his moderately sheltered backyard under the cover of darkness. He began coaxing himself to hardness with his dark sand colored paw. With a feather-light touch, he dragged his dull claws along the sensitive ridges of his balls, prompting his cock to quickly harden to its full erect length. The first downstroke along the whole of his shaft caused a wave of pleasure that tensed the corner of his mouth and made it hard to keep track of his cigarette. Cowl pulled the nearly deplenished stick from his mouth, set it aside for later, and got to work. Rutting against his palm, he thought about how the flowering bush had just gotten the watering of its lifetime. How the rising steam from his output had enveloped his balls, just as he cupped them now. The more he watched himself in the act, the more it turned him on. This feedback loop mounted higher and higher every second until his member thrummed harder in his paw with eager anticipation of the edge before him. Burning spots flashed in his yellow eyes as his cognition slipped out of grasp and he surrendered himself to the feeling. Relieving himself for the second time, his seed scattered up his front, barely missing fur. His red shirt gathered the flecks of thick white as his cock pumped out all it had left. He had to grip his bottom lip with one of his upper canines to stifle his shuddering grunts; the threat of poking a hole in his lip by accident was real. Finally, a deep contented puff of air burst from his muzzle as his muscles relaxed as one. Tingles of serotonin wrapped around the back of his head and the ears which were laying back, signaling his contentment. Thankful that he'd only marked his clothes, he lay nearly as still as the rocks beneath the waving shrubs around him as he experienced the waning twitches from his weeping cock. A raindrop fell directly on the tip of his twitching nose, forcing him from his daze. More rainfall ensued, starting an unexpected nighttime shower. This impelled him to finally rise, pick up the beer bottle and cigarette, and stumble inside to clean up the aftermath of his indulgent pleasure session. The sprinkling rain intensified, washing what remained of Cowl's urine from the shrub; no one but he was any the wiser as to what all happened in the garden that night.

Well I wasn't going to download this, as it's not my cup of pee, but I thought some of you perverts might be interested, so here's the Gigapeta link in case this is your thing: http://gigapeta.com/dl/7672408af9d6e1

I have heard from 2 different places that the above "adult/swingers club encourages watersports and hold w/s events. Has anyone got more information, or been there ? If sim is there a specific watersports area, particular days of the week etc when it is available. I do know admission for single males is £18, and for females free. The facility is open from 10 am till "late" 7 days a week. The address 29 New Bond Street Leicester, LE1 4RQ, which is near the city centre, railways station and 2 bus stations . This info from their website, which hints at w/s without openly saying "saucy showers" Have emailed but no reponse. Any info many Thanks

https://eroshare.com/3lqka43v# Some videos of me. Theres a mix of desperation, wetting, explicit nudity, solo piss play, wetting in containers, and masturbation. You've been warned.

Immediate disclaimer: I DIDN'T WRITE THIS. I found this on the Game Grumps kink meme at Livejournal. Unfortunately, all posts on the page are anonymous, so I can't give credit to an author (I wish I could, they did a great job), but I highly recommend checking out the page at http://kinkgrumps.livejournal.com/ Hope you enjoy it as much as I did... ;) “Jesus, Ross, are you okay?” Dan’s voice wavers with an unsure giggle. They’ve spent almost an entire episode just trying to beat this one boss—well, Ross has been trying, Dan has mostly been laughing and watching him get continually destroyed. Ross’ anger has been steadily increasing with every game over; his grip on the controller is now tight enough that his knuckles are tinged with white, the line of his jaw even more prominent than usual as he grits his teeth. Though that’s all been perfectly amusing on its own, the last five minutes or so, Ross has proven himself absolutely incapable of being still. Dan assumes it’s frustration at first when he won’t stop fidgeting, shifting the way he’s sitting as if he just can’t get comfortable, but now his leg is bouncing up and down furiously and he’s making a hissing noise, noisily sucking in air between his teeth. “Fuck, man, I really need to pee.” The jiggling of his right leg is sending vibrations through the entire couch, and Dan laughs again when he briefly switches to jiggle the left, only to return back to the right again. “Yeah, dude, I can tell—” Dan cuts himself off with a snort when Ross makes a frustrated groan as he’s killed yet again. “You’re doing the dance five year olds do when they have to go to the bathroom.” “Well, I gotta go bad!” The boss battle has barely restarted for what Dan figures must be at least the twentieth time now when Ross’ character is hit with a blow that leaves him just barely alive. “Oh, fuck you!” He yells at the TV as he outright lifts his hips off the couch just to slam back down onto it again. It only takes two more hits before he’s dead again. Dan’s laughter bubbles over, “Well then, next time on Steam Train maybe we can—” “No, no, stop, don’t—we’re not—it’s not over. We’re still going.” Dan shoots a surprised look in Ross’ direction, one he misses as the battle restarts again and he begins mashing the controller buttons angrily. “Dude, we’re already at fifteen minutes, are you sure?” “Yes I’m sure, I’m not gonna break, not gonna stop til I kill this fucking—piece of shit!” Another devastating blow. “I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill his whole fucking family!” “Ross—“ Dan shakes his head as Ross starts weirdly gyrating his hips again and making a soft, low noise from the back of his throat. “I think you’re gonna piss yourself first.” “I fucking might, dude!” There’s no sound but Ross angrily smashing at the controller as Dan takes a moment’s pause. That had almost sounded—like a threat? Or a promise? Sweeping his hair out of his face with a sigh, he tries to focus on the game, to just watch Ross’ character narrowly avoid certain death. But it’s hard, it’s really fucking hard to try and keep his eyes glued to the screen when Ross is squirming and making small, aggravated noises. And even if he’s not looking, they’re in close enough quarters that Dan can feel everything; the way Ross shifts and circles his hips and wiggles his ass and grinds into the couch. His motions are rhythmless, of course, but they’re so desperate, and punctuated with little grunts and whines of frustration and pure need. “Come on, you fucking bitch—die, die—” Ross whispers angrily, and Dan instantly regrets glancing over at him. He’s rolling his bottom lip between his teeth, breathing heavy, his hips shuddering and both his legs shaking in tandem. “FUCK YOU!” Killed again; when Ross shouts and then makes another loud, frustrated groan, Dan watches as his face heats up, his cheeks practically burning red. Dan reflexively presses his thighs together and tries to focus on anything else, knowing full well that he’s not going to have a good time if he has to explain popping a boner in a situation like this. Words and noises alike, everything spilling out of Ross’ mouth is filthy as he tries the battle yet again and continues his losing streak. Dan realizes it’s been ages since he’s said anything, but as he opens his mouth Ross outright whimpers—a high, clear noise so pornographic Dan thinks he might be blushing just from hearing it. When he meets his inevitable demise again, Ross momentarily drops one side of the controller, shoving his free hand directly between his legs and pressing firmly on his crotch. He’s nothing but breathy noises now, hissing and letting air out in large gasping sighs, but when the battle starts up again he gets both hands back on the controller. It’s so quiet at first that Dan almost thinks he’s making it up. “Get me a bottle.” “I, uh—what?” “I’m not gonna make it, Dan, seriously, I’ve gotta piss so fucking bad—get me a bottle. Or a jar! Something!” Ross’ eyes never leave the screen as he gives the instructions, and Dan’s honestly thankful that he won’t see the growing problem in his pants as he leaps up from the couch and searches the room as quickly as he can. “Ross—” He shoves things over on the desk, searches behind the couch, lets his eyes scan the room for anything that could even come close, to no avail. “Shit, dude, I can’t find anything, there’s nothing, I’m—” “Danny—” Ross chokes out another noise, pressing the buttons of the controller furiously. “I’m gonna—” “You’re what, you’re gonna what?!” When he hears a noise from the television that isn’t the same “Game Over” tune he swears he’s heard a thousand times, Danny looks over his shoulder to see the boss on the ground, finally defeated, victorious music swelling in the background. Taking a deep, shaky breath as Ross drops the controller to the ground, Dan smiles. Maybe that’s what he meant, that winning was what he was gonna— Dan can’t do anything but watch as Ross shoves his hand back between his legs and rocks forward, unable to stop himself. With a gasp for air and a long, hoarse groan, he drops his head back and wets himself, eyes shut, back arched, right there on the couch. Dan swallows hard and watches the damp wet spot grow on the crotch of Ross’ jeans, hyper-aware of how painfully he’s pressing against his own zipper. Ross’ eyes fly open as he tapers off, his gaze meeting Danny’s for a second before he glances down at himself. “Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit—” He’s up and moving quickly for the doorway, and Dan almost trips over his own two feet barreling around the other side of the couch, but his long legs bring him there a second earlier. He presses his hand firmly against the door before Ross can try to wrench it open, and when Ross whips around to hiss at him, Dan swallows it in a kiss. Beneath him, he feels Ross almost instantly melt back against the door, but after a few seconds the soft smacking of their lips is punctuated by a little whine from Ross. Dan lets the path of his mouth move and dips his head to follow the curve of Ross’ neck. It’s not that they haven’t done this before, but Ross would be embarrassed enough to be seen like this in front of a regular friend, let alone a part-time sex friend. His face flushes hot as he tries to suppress another small noise, ashamed to be enjoying the attention. “Danny, please, I’m—” “I know.” Dan’s breath is warm on the skin of Ross’ neck, and he nips gently at his pulse point. “It was pretty fuckin’ hot.” Ross opens his mouth to tell Danny that it isn’t funny, that it’s too soon to start joking about the fact that he just openly pissed himself, that God, he’s so embarrassed; but Dan’s hand is running over his waist and then down to tease at the soaked-through crotch of his jeans. The only thing Ross can do is moan in response and slam his head back against the door when Dan pops the button of his fly open single-handedly. Shoving Ross’ jeans down his hips, Dan palms gently over Ross’ wet boxers to work at him, coax him until he’s fully hard and the outline of his cock is obscenely detailed against the damp fabric. His lips moves along Ross’ skin; he’s kissing and biting and licking up his neck and along his jaw, then sucking the lobe of his ear into his mouth. “Danny—” Ross tries again, voice thick with want. “What—are you really—” He practically chokes on another gasp when Dan’s teeth just barely graze over the shell of his ear. The heat of his breath there makes Ross whimper and rock into his touch, every nerve in his body set alight. “God, you have no idea how good you looked, do you? How desperate?” Dan’s voice is dark and low and right in Ross’ ear. “All that squirming, and grinding, and bouncing—do you even have any idea how much that turned me on?” Dan just barely parts his legs and shifts forward, trapping Ross’ thigh between both of his. He circles his hips to grind himself against Ross’ leg, and Ross suddenly has a very good idea of how much it turned him on. With a low hiss, Dan presses himself into Ross’ thigh again, slipping his hand beneath the waistband of Ross’ boxers to fish him out. Ross groans at Dan’s firm grip as he feels errant beads of precome rolling down his shaft, soaking him even further. “Yeah, Ross—” Dan’s moan is a hoarse whisper as he starts to stroke him, letting the thrusts of his hips against Ross’ thigh fall into the same rhythm. “You—you don’t even know, don’t even know how badly I wanted—God, just wanted to pull you on top of me, have you move your hips like that for me. Be desperate like that for me—fucking lose yourself like that, all over me, Ross.” “Jesus, Danny,” Ross tips his head back against the door and eagerly bucks up into Dan’s touch as he picks up speed. The feeling of Dan rutting against his thigh and the filthy things he’s groaning into his ear are bringing Ross undone remarkably fast. He can tell by how ragged Dan’s breathing has become that he’s not too far off either. “Would you do that for me, Ross?” Ross whimpers as Dan pumps him, thumb swiping methodically over his head with each upstroke. When he digs his nails into Dan’s arm he can outright feel Dan’s cock twitch against his thigh, and it urges Ross so close to the edge that his vision starts to blur out. “God, fuck—could you let it all go for me, Ross? Just fucking—release like that, for me?” The pace of Dan’s hand working his shaft is grueling, and Ross squeezes his eyes shut. “Yeah, God—fuck yes. I could—I would, I would do that—” He tapers off, hips rocking just as urgently as Dan is against his leg. “Shit—” Ross hisses, “gonna come so fucking hard, Danny.” Dan sucks briefly into the crook of his neck, his lips and hot breath hover against Ross’ skin when he speaks. “Yeah?” He drifts up towards Ross’ ear again and practically purrs, “Gonna add to that fucking mess you made?” Ross swears loudly as his climax rips through him; he comes so hard he almost blacks out, comes so hard his legs tremble and threaten to give way completely. He clings to Dan’s biceps as he arches up into his touch, his come spilling over both of them and soaking his still-damp crotch further. With a few more thrusts and quiet grunts of “yes, God, Ross, fucking perfect”, Dan’s following after him, dropping his head down on Ross’ shoulder and whimpering and God, Ross can immediately feel the wet patch forming against his thigh. It makes him shiver, how much it turns him on, his face flushing hot—and then even hotter at the thought that Dan just asked Ross to piss on him, and that he knows he absolutely would. Dan pulls away to see Ross glancing up at him, his pupils blown and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth again. When his eyes travel downward to watch Ross tuck himself back into his boxers and to take in the dark damp patch on his jeans, the only way Dan can react is to kiss him. It’s a soft, gentle brush against his lips. “That was so hot,” Ross murmurs when Dan just barely pulls back, their mouths still hovering inches from each other. “You’re amazing,” is all Dan can think to say. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

The idea of peeing on stage popped into my head and I thought I'd start writing and see where the story went! I ended up with a naked woman peeing on stage, her friend peeing backstage and the two of them taking on their tyrant of a director in her office, strange where your mind can take you! Here's chapter one for you all. The rest of the story is bundled with Desperate at the Bookshop here. In the bookshop, an employee opens a box of new books to find a watersports photo book with one model looking a lot like her boss who finds her looking at the pictures and wonders if she wants to reenact the scene for real. Hope you like it! Luna x Chapter 1 – About To Go On StageThe crowd are all shouting, a sound I normally love to hear when I’m standing on stage in the middle of a performance. But this time I want nothing more than the curtain to fall forever, end the excruciating embarrassment I feel about what’s happened. I’ve performed in a lot of shows in my time. I’ve been acting since school and I love it. I’ve sung, I’ve danced, I’ve even mimed (don’t tell anyone). But this latest production is one I want to erase from my memory and never ever think about again. This show was all about the dancing, we were 30 women glammed up in shimmering leotards, the choice of our director, Abbey Goodwin. You’ve heard of her, right? Anyway as you may or may not know leotards and tights combined make it very difficult to use the bathroom. You have to manhandle the whole combo off, perching half naked above the toilet and losing any sense of glamour and decorum, wondering if the Hollywood stars ever had to pee half naked in a toilet so tiny your knees bang against the door when you sit down. I normally get to the bathroom before the show starts and again during the interval but today was just one disaster after another. Two of the cubicles in the ladies were out of order, leaving one for the entire cast and crew. I always got nervous before any show, making me need to pee more often than when I was at home. I wasn’t the only one too as when I got to the theatre there was already a queue outside the toilet. I thought I could wait until I got changed so I sat down in the shared dressing room and stripped out of my clothes, feeling as self conscious as I always did at being naked surrounded by other women all apparently slimmer and more attractive than me. I often found myself glancing at their different bodies, comparing myself to them. Some had better breasts, some almost flat chested. Some had shaved pussies, others hairier than I ever thought possible. But I thought they all looked amazing compared to me. I’ve had a lot of compliments about my body but I’ve never really believed them. There was one person there who I often looked at more than the others. Her name was Charlotte and she was absolutely stunning. Taller than me, slim legs and narrow hips, pert breasts and her nipples were permanently erect, sticking out from her chest in such a way they made me want to tweak them between my fingers, my mind just went crazy with the idea of grabbing her boobs and groping them as she arched her neck back and opened her mouth to gasp softly. My fantasies always stayed that way, in my head and not shared with anyone. I just took any chance I could to glance at her as she changed, facing the wall as always did, she pulled on her tights, little knowing that bending away from me like that gave me a perfect view of her ass and pussy. She was almost touching the floor with her fingers as she struggled to get her tights onto her foot, legs spread just enough to make my own pussy ache with desire. I never imagined things going any further with her which just goes to show how wrong you can be. When I’d changed into my leotard for the show I decided to try the toilet again but there was still an enormous queue. I joined the back of it and as we shuffled slowly forwards Charlotte came to stand behind me. “You look desperate,” I said, observing her wriggling on the spot, one leg bobbing up and down as she stared at the long, long line. “I am, I was late getting here. Traffic was awful. Why’s there such a big wait?” “Only one working. You can go in front of me if you like.” My bladder grumbled a protest at my generosity but I easily ignored it. “Thank you!” she said, moving past me and bouncing on the spot, just inches from my hands. I could so easily have reached out and slid my hand over her bottom, it was torture. As I watched she tugged at the edge of her leotard, pulling it tightly upwards to help control the desperation she was obviously feeling. This gave me an incredible view of her ass and a hint of the edge of her labia as she stretched and released the fabric over and over again. I stared happily, daydreaming about reaching out and touching her, feeling the softness of her skin, the folds of her pussy, the round pertness of her bottom. My body was groaning at me to get to a bathroom but there was nothing I could do about it so I focussed on my thoughts of touching Charlotte. With three people left to go in the queue the one minute bell rang for the performance to start. We had to get to the stage. There was a collective moan from everyone in the queue but we all knew time had run out for now. I rushed on stage with Charlotte in the nick of time, the curtain coming up as we took our positions. I could see her discomfort and it mirrored my own. She was close to wetting herself, hardly able to keep still for the frozen pose we were supposed to maintain throughout the first scene as the other performers worked round us. Charlotte’s face was bright red with concentration; I could see her toes scrunching up against the wooden stage as the minutes ticked by, the audience intently watching the performance. By the interval I knew I couldn’t hold my pee in any more, almost running off the stage when the curtain fell but still getting to the toilet behind a long line of my colleagues. I knew I couldn’t wait in line, it was about to come out any second. I pushed through doors, peering in, looking for an empty room to go in. I ended up getting lost down a long corridor with steps up at the end, topped by an unlocked door. I ran up the steps and through the door, finding myself in darkness. I could hear the audience talking and knew they must be nearby but I didn’t think any more about it, I was too desperate. Pulling at the shoulders of my leotard I brought it down over my chest and past my hips, pushing it off with my tights and stepping out of both to ensure I didn’t get any pee on my costume. I was jumping around on the spot as I did this, so close to losing control. I squatted down just as I heard Charlotte’s voice nearby. “Bella, are you there?” I jumped up and seeing another door, shoved it open, diving through just in time. I recognised where I was but it took a second for my brain to process the information. It was too humiliating to contemplate. As my mind whirred I realised as if waking up from sleep. I was on stage. I hoped I was wrong but I looked up to see the audience staring at me, a sea of shocked faces staging at my naked body. I was too ashamed to move, frozen like a rabbit in headlights as the glare of the spotlights almost blinded me.

Yea, what can I possibly say about this ? It`s an attempt to write something about my OC Jake...who is quite the fucked up character....in many ways. I have no idea if it fits here, surely will contain quite a lot peeing scenes, however less in the classical way of Omorashi. Guess I just post it and see how the reaction is... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ What a beautiful day! Warm sunlight was shining through the leaves of the nearby tree and sprinkled it into hundreds of small spots on the concrete tiles on the ground, moving back and forts as the soft wind blew through the tree. Simply perfect... A deeply satisfied and relaxed purr came from the lips of the black-haired boy who laid there, enjoying the pleasure of doing nothing. He stretched his arms and legs a little, opening his eyes for the first time in a while and quickly turned his head away from the bright light – appearantly he really fell asleep for quite a while...the sun was already high up in the sky, maybe it was already past noon. In that case, school would be over soon...and since no tried to wake him up in the meantime, they seemed had no idea he was hiding here on the roof. "Even tho, I could`ve SWORN that Mr. Ingmar saw me sneak up here..." he murmured slowly, followed by a yawn. "...maybe just my imagination." Or maybe they were just happy, he wasn`t down in the building today, so they could all have a normal school day for once. The young male had to smile over this thought – if that was really the case, he even had his influence on the entire school when doing NOTHING. Anyway...what should he do now ? For some reason he didn`t felt like going back to sleep...and even tho he was used to the sunlight, he really wasn`t looking forward to a sunburn. After all, it was just early May and after a really long and cold Winter, going far up into April this year with loads of Snow and Ice on easter, this was the first time you could actually smell the summer and was enough reason for him to skip school and lay down on the roof for sunbathing instead. And he was smart enough to know how sensitive the skin was to such intense sunlight like today, after month of cold and dark weather....plus, he could go for a drink and some food. If he was lucky, maybe he could organize some small snack from the cafeteria...and a drink of course, best a big bottle of- "OUCH!!!!!" Distracted by his own thoughts, he hadn`t noticed the misdirected football until it crashed into his back, causing him to stumble a few step forwards and almost fall over on the ground. Who the hell threw that on him ? He kneeled down and picked it up, recognizing the "school property"-stamp on the side. So this meant the ball was from the official football team, which was probably also the reason how anyone could kick it in such a completly wrong direction it landed on the roof. The schools team was famous to compare their lack of playing skill with a great creativity in swearing, just like he could hear their voices now: "Damn, it landed on the roof you stupid jerk! NOW DONT STAND AROUND LIKE A FUCKING RETARD, GO GET IT!!!!" Oh he recognized that voice...he would hear it through thousands of others. The boy stood up, holding the boy in his hand and slowly walked towards the end of the roof... His number-one enemy in the school...a huge mountain of many muscles and little brain but even more violence...and last but not least: leader of the schools football team: "Hello down there, Okyl! Seems like one of your idiots down there kicked the ball up here, want me to hide it somewhere so you can spend the rest of the afternoon using whatever-you-have-instead-of-a-brain to find it or do you prefer me throwing it right back into your stupid monkeyface ?" -- "JAKE!!!!!!!" The other boys voice was just as loud and impressive as you expect it from 160 pounds of pure muscle. Right now it was also filled with furious rage, as it`s owner saw his biggest enemy now staring down at him with that arrogant little smile that coward always showed when he felt safe. "YOU BETTER GET DOWN HERE RIGHT AWAY AND GIVE ME THE BALL BACK AND MAYBE, JUST MAYBE I WONT KICK YOUR ASS ALL THAT WORSE!!!" A disgusted shudder went through his body, on his second glance he noticed something else about his opponent: "And seriously, put some clothes on...do you have no shame to walk around completly NAKED ?" Seriously, what was wrong with that guy ? Sometimes he really wondered... -- "I`m trying to get some tan up here, what is the big deal ? And best way to do that is without clothes..." Jake put up an innocent face while he looked down his slender body. "Besides, if you don`t like it, dont look up here....unless of course you secretly admire my sexyness...ohhh, don`t worry – I fully understand that. It`s just a fact that I`m unresistable to all genders..." Oh how he liked to mess around with that low-brain idiot...it was such a joy to see Okyls face become redder and redder... The Raven closed one hand around his cock and gently rubbed his impressive length, moaning softly before he pulled his foreskin back, revealing his glans and smirked once again. Too bad he didn`t had the time to jerk off now, it would be such an awesome moment... "Want a lick of that ? Just come up her...I wait for you..." -- "Ewww, don`t show me that THING, fag! Just return the ball before I beat you up.." That boy....he was freaking him out. Every bit of him fueled Okyls desire to smash his fist deep into the others smirk, so maybe Jake would finally act like a normal person. Too bad that his opponent was a simple coward, never facing him in a direct fight, probably knowing that he wouldn`t stand a chance against Okyls fists with such a feminine body. "Brian, Cord, Volbar – you three go up on the roof, one guards the stairs back down into the building, the other two get him! Clear ?" The three named boys nodded in agreement, quickly running towards the school building to do as he told them. .. "Aww, sending your pet gorillas to get me now ? Don´t think I didn`t heard what you told them." Jake chuckled softly, watching how the three boys entered the building. "It`s a little unfair for them, don`t you agree ? Don`t you feel bad for what I have to do to them now?" He shook his head and put up a sad face. "I can`t understand how they still do what you say...are you THAT good in bed ? Maybe I really should give it a try with you...I mean okay, usually I dont like vulgar muscle heads like you, but I am always willing to experimant, ya know ? I wonder...are you still a virgin ?" He heard the rusty door on the other side of the roof opening, quick, heavy steps running into his direction. "Sorry, seems like your simple-minded henchmen are here now, excuse me for a moment while I deal with them, okay ?" With that, he turned around, facing the two boys charging at him. It was impressive how there were people so completly resistant to learning. Otherwise they wouldn`t try to attack him so directly. "Oh well...here we go!" Jake waited till his attackers were really close, already rising their fists, about to smash them into him. Thats when he ducked down in a seconds fragment, using his legs to thrust him off the ground, right through the small space between them, way too fast for them to react. Now he was behind them, whirled around and placed one perfect kick between the legs of the first one. Even from behind, he still managed to hit the most sensitive spot of the boy, crushing the balls hard against his opponents body. "One down, two to go!" His other attacker had turned around by now and tried to hit him again but once again, Jake was way too fast and dodged the fist with a quick sidestep. This was the chance to run around the much slower opponent and deliver another, well-placed kick between his balls. "Two down, one to go!" Jake sighed a little – in fact, he felt a little sorry for them. He knew too well how much pain it caused to be kicked there. Many times HE had been the victim, before he learned to fight back: Due to his skinny, almost femine body, he never had much strength: if he tried to face an opponent head-on, he would stand no chance – but in return, he had the agility and speed advantage...and the knowlegde how to flatten an attacker with just one hit: like many other things, it wasn`t a matter of strength of power, but more about knowing an opponents weak spot. And the weak spot of any male was always the same; right between the legs. Of course, this all had it`s limits – if he would be up against a group, even his quick reflexes and movements wouldn`t help him, only chance there was to run...and his speed allowed him to outrun everyone. Now there was just one left. Probably at the door. "How about you call your dogs back, Okyl ? I feel bad for hitting those dumber than me..." -- His left hand had into a fist – there was no way to describe how much he HATED Jake! Why couldn`t it be like four years ago, when that freak was just ten years old and their favorite victim ? Things were so easy: whenever he or one of his friends felt bad – there was always someone to release their anger on; the class weakling and coward: Jake! And now ? That guy was still a weakling and coward, but he also became the biggest weirdo he ever met. NO normal person would run around the school while NAKED! Or try sunbathing on the roof. It wasn`t the first time that black-haired pervert did something like this. "How fucked up must your mind be, to behave like this all the time ?" One day! One day he would catch Jake off-guard. And then, he would make that little fag pay for all these times he made fun of him, all these times he dared to oppose him and his friends! And he didn`t cared how much trouble this would cause to him, all he wanted was that weirdo back where he belonged; as their punching-ball! -- "Is that a No ?" Not that he really expected anything else...Okyl would never cancel an order he gave, even if it was a stupid one. "Too bad, guess I have to take care of that last idiot then..." Was that guy still waiting at the door ? Only one way to find out... He turned around, walking back to the stairs carefully...he couldn`t be sure that the last guy wasn`t hiding somewhere for him to attack in an unnoticed moment. However, as he came closer he noticed something completly unexpected: appearantly the last guy just locked the door behind him and walked off. And there was no way to open it from this side, it only had a knob. But wait...they couldn`t just lock him up here! This meant they would lock the two guys he knocked out before as well. "Hey Okyl! I think your two friends won`t like to spend the night up here...you should let them out...h-huh ?" They were gone! Just in the moment he came back to the roof side, he realized their bodys vanished. -- "You`re talking about Brian and Volbar here, huh ?" This time it was Okyl who had the smirk on his face as he pointed at the two boys next to him. "Luckily for us, the ladder from the old tool shed is really long...and while you`ve benn looking around for Cord at the door, I had enough time to get them both back down here. This time you are the dumb one, Jake! Ha! And I think we let you stay up there till tomorrow....I heard it`s going to be really cold this night..." Okyls smile went even wider as he noticed his third friend coming back from the building – with something in his hand. "Oh and lookie what we also got now – your clothes! That was pretty dumb to lay around unguarded. Now you even spend the night up there NAKED! Isn`t that what you always wanted, perv ? And by the way, I don`t care if you wont give us the football back! Don`t even try to bargain over that, letting you rot up there is the best thing ever!" With that he bursted into laughter, with his friends joining in. -- Jake shrugged in indifferance, a bored expression on his face. "You really think that you got me trapped up here ? That easily ?" But he had to admit – that was actually pretty clever. Most other people would be in real trouble now. And he never expected them to come up with such a smart trick. Almost too bad it wasn´t going to work. -- "Don´t act so cool, not even YOU will find a way down there. It`s more than ten meters, if you jump, you die! And you cant climb down on a flat wall either! Admit it, this time you`re trapped!" Really, what could that jerk possibly do ? Okyl walked a little closer to the wall, now looking almost directly up to Jake. "We see you tomorrow....and if you ask really nice, we let you down again, fag!" With that he turned around, about to walk off with his friends; "Let`s go guys!" But then he froze – something warm was raining down on his head. "NO WAY!" -- "Sorry, said something ?" Jake aimed his penis straight down, a big stream of golden liquid running out from his tip. "Couldn`t hear you over the sound of me wetting, my apologies..." He simply couldn`t miss that chance. When he saw Okyl moving closer to the building, he just HAD to do it. After all, that was his signature move...peeing was such a wonderful and creative way to tell his opinion...or just to be naughty. There was nothing like it. "Mmmh..." he loved it! That feeling of his full bladder emptying, the urine gushing through his uretha, leaving his penis with a loud hissing noise. How good he found that opportunity to empty his bladder, otherwise he would`ve been forced to waste his wonderful urine into a bush like most other people. For him, it was arousing to say the least, causing him to tighten the grip around his cock, squeezing it shut for a few moments and enjoying the soft pain coming from it before he relaxed his hand again. Great. Now he was really aroused! The blackhaired male started rubbing his wetting member, making the stream unstable and spray violently all over the edge of the roof – and on himself. -- "YOU ARE SUCH A FREAKY PERVERT!!! I LET YOU ROT UP THERE FOREVER!" He was soaked. Completly drenched in the urine of that sick bastard. How dare he ? Oh damn, that smell...it was so disgusting and foul, all over his body. Okyl screamed some more curses up the roof before he ran off to the gym – he had to get that smell off his body, or he was going to puke...and luckily they had some in there. -- Faster...faster!!! Jake moaned loudly, the sweet tension of lust building up in his lower body as his hand went up and down his throbbing erection, urine spurting out from his tip every time a wail of pleasure escaped his trembling body. Just a little more...yes... "Nnnnghh..." His fingers were flying over his sensitive, wet glans, pee running down his fingers as well. So close... The young male closed his eyes, shutting himself off from the world completly, only focusing on the current moment. "Ahhh..." He felt the pressure rising inside him, an unresistable force building up at the base of his penis, rising in intensity just as it rose up in his member. And finally... "YESSSSSSSS...." The pressure explodes into his hand in form of a huge, creamy squirt of cum, followed by a second one just moments later and a third, slighty smaller one with some more seconds delay. Jake let go of his twitching cock, the last, small spurts going all over his body and ran down his smooth, soft skin. Great...that was just really, really needed. But now he had something else to take care of – or rather: someONE. After he made his way down from here of course...like being locked out on the roof of a building would stop him from going anywhere. Jake guided his steps to the adjacent corner of the roof plattform, taking a quick breath and jumped – for one second, two, three, he glided through the air, high above the ground – and landed on top of the gym. How useful it had about the same height as the main building and just two meters away. From there, he climbed down the fire ladder on the side of the gym...finally back on the ground. And now he could focus all his attention on the people who tried to trap him. It didn`t mattered that their attempt was rather futile and pointless, he just had to teach them not to mess with him... Otherwise, it would be just like a few years before, never fighting back and submitting to their will. He wasn`t going to let that come true again. "Well well...watch out Okyl...here I come~~~" And he had a good idea where to find that huge gorilla... -------------------------------------------------------------Part 2---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I`m going to break EVERY single bone in his body!" Damn! And he could still smell the urine on his skin, even after spending three entire bottles of shower lotion to wash it off. "Thar freaking little jerk is going to wish he was never born!" Okyl slammed the third empty bottle of lotion against the wall and turned off the water – it was no use. That smell just didn`t wanted to go away, it just as persistant as Jakes arrogant smirk he saw in his mind. "I KILL HIM!!!!" Nothing would stop him from doing that deeply justified act. Not even his friends, trying to calm him down...if Brian would say "Take it easy, Boss" just one more time, HE would be the first one to taste his fist. Even before Jake. Right now, everyone was wetting him off. The heavy-weighted boy stepped out of the showering stall, grabbed a towel and went over to his locker on the opposite site of the showers before he realized, something was missing. "Where the fuck are my CLOTHES ?!" -- The answer to that question was already far away. Too far for Okyl at least. With a wide smirk on his face, Jake looked up the tree and made sure the clothes were impossible to spot from below...indeed, he really hid them almost perfectly. This would give that low-brained Gorilla a nice time to play hide-and-seek. And as much the Raven wanted to watch that definitly amusing scene from a distance, he had other things to attend to. Besides, there were still many other days to come, where he could humiliate that guy. For now, he was happy to have paid them a lesson – again. So what next ? It was still just early afternoon and somehow he didn`t knew what to do next. That was the downside of being a "freak" probably – most others had their friends or gangs to hang out with. He only had the company of himself. Then again, things never had been different. He always had been alone, even before these times he decided to "fight back" against the others. And still, he couldn`t get used to it. That depressing emptyness in his life...yet another reason why he did, what he did. At least he got peoples attention when he acted weird. He could kick them out of their own boring lifes, shock them and freak them out, just so he could make sure he was still alive. Jake shrugged as he left the school grounds, aimlessly wandering the streets for about half an hour. "How lame...you know it`s your own fault you`re alone if you behave like a total retard..." Great, he was just becoming even more depressed now...thats what he got from listening to his own mind for too long. He needed to distract himself. Quickly. Just doing SOMEthing, which would keep himself from thinking too much about things he couldnt change... But before he could do anything else, he first needed a drink. When was the last time he had some water ? His throat felt uncomfortable and dry. No suprise with such intense heat and sunlight... However, how was he supposed to get a drink now ? Without any money – as usual, he was broke. But he knew that part of town quite well and it happened that just a few blocks ahead, he would find the perfect solution for his thirst problem – in form of a store. Not just any store – it was HIS favourite place whenever it came to "organize" something to drink. Not because of the friendly staff or cheap prices...actually, quite the opposite. Not like he could afford anything from that place anyway. There probably wasn`t another place in the entire world, trying to make it`s potential customers feel so unwelcome and as some kind of aggravation like that one. The exterior already spoke for itself: a small, secluded building in the middle of the less popular area of the town with dirty, old windows, paint peeling from the half-rotten door and a rusty, barely readable sign, declaring the whole place as "Mr.Taylors Gen. Store" – it was like everything about this place literally screamed NOT to buy here. At least the Owner just fitted nicely to that place, Jake knew him quite well. Not in a positive way tho. It was that kind of person who liked to yell at potential customers for coming to his store and not buying anything...and shooting anyone who looked suspicious in Mr. Taylors eyes – which was basically everyone younger than him. He was just a rude and short-tempered old fart. But that made it easy for Jake to justify it for himself, whenever he had to...organize...a few things. It was just a fact that his family never had any money. It was the original reason why people bullied him in school... All those times the other kids asked him if he found his clothes in a dumbster...and they didn`t even knew how right they were. It was just thanks to his actions, most kids now stopped making these jokes about him. However, that alone still didn`t changed the fact he was poor. Just like his entire family. By now he had reached the entrace of the store and took a careful look through the dirty window...he was lucky, there was no one else inside. Not that he expected anything different. Who in the world would go to this place....except to steal ? The old storekeeper at the counter was asleep from what he could tell...but Jake knew the doorbell would still wake that guy up from his fragile sleep. He wouldn`t be Jake tho, if he had to use the door like most other people... Two quick glances down the street confirmed him that no one else was watching, so he jumped up to the large crate near the entrace, from there he grabbed the sign hanging above the door and swung back himself up so he could grab the ledge and pull himself up the flat roof. And just as expected, he found the roof hatch wide open...probably the only way to keep the temperature in there below 50 degrees without air condition that place couldn`t afford...neither could Jakes family. Now he had to be careful...any noise would most likely make Mr.Taylor wake up. And he would immediatly know that Jake didn`t came through the door because otherwise the bell would`ve kicked him out of his dreams before. From the hatch he gracefully jumped down on the shelfes and from there on the ground – he was skilled enough to do that without any noise, but that would help nothing if someone else would enter this place. Then again – who on this planet would do that ? Most people ignored that small building in that part of town purposely...and with good reasons. And without such great opportunity to grab everything he wanted, Jake would do that as well. Actually, there was just ONE thing here he really wanted – water. Right next to the counter was the only electrical device of that entire place - an icebox full of water, cola and similar drinks. Just what Jake came here for. Without leaving the man at the counter out of his eyes, the black-haired boy carefully sneaked closer – this was the most dangerous part. The notoriously short temper of the owner was well-known, even tho no-one usually shopped here...or rather: no one shopped here BECAUSE everyone knew about the bad behavior – combined with the little detail that he never let his shotgun out of his eyes, it made Mr.Taylor an even less predictable person. Probably, just 120 years ago, during the classical wild-west times, this man would`ve been incredible popular with his business...too bad that in the 21st century, most people didn`t liked some sweaty, 70-year old redneck, pressing a gun into their face, just because they took a second too long to draw their wallet. "Alright...you can do that..." he whispered to himself in his thoughts, just like he was afraid that thinking a bit too loud would also wake up the lion. Jakes hand reached deep inside the icy depths, grabbing one large bottle of coke. Actually, he would`ve preferred water, but putting the coke bottle back carried the risk of colliding it with one of the others, thus creating way too much dangerous noise...and there was no need to pull that risk. The boy quickly closed the box again and quickly sneaked away from the counter. Now he finally had the chance to dampen his dry throat. Not just the chance actually – he HAD to drink it now. Right here. Because there was no way he could climb back to the roof with the bottle in his hand, he needed both arms to swing himself up there. Plus, the pockets on his jeans were way too small... And that was why he would`ve preferred water; water didn`t contained carbonation and therefor was much easier to drink right away...and without the risk of unwanted burping noises. He stared through the glass into the dark brown liquid....all at once. That was the only option, there simply was no time. Nervously he uncapped the bottle, his whole body twitching in chock as he heard the hissing from the gas escaping upon opening. In panic his eyes wandered to the counter – no reaction, thankfully! Jake let out a small sigh from relief. Somehow he was unusually scared today. It wasn`t the first time he was stealing, not even the first time in this shop. And he knew what he was doing here...yet, something seemed strange. He felt like something would go completly wrong – very soon. "Calm down...just calm down..." his voice, even tho it was just a whisper, was shaking and trembling just like his entire body. Okay, he waited long enough – with a determined expression on his face, he moved the bottle to his lips and started to gulp the sweet liquid down as fast he could, ignoring the uncomfortable cold feeling spreading in his stomach...of course that stuff was still ice cooled. "Just keep going...keep going..." Jake tried to focus his mind to ignore anything else and keep drinking. "A little more..." His eyes noticed how the liquid was becoming less and after one full minute he finished it. With a supressed moan of relief, he pulled the noe empty bottle away from his mouth, staring at it in disbelief – he just downed fucking 1,5 litres of cola in one go. Maybe he wasn`t the first person who ever did this, but it still was damn impressive. Everyone could do it with just a small can of cola. But this was several times bigger. But it also meant that he had to hurry now. His body would be completly overwhealmed with such huge amount of liquid at once. Without a doubt he would need to pee like crazy...very soon. And when it came to that, it would be better to be already at the mall. His eyes wandered up to the hatch, now there was the other tricky part; he had to climb back up there without any noise....unlike before, now there was a big amount of liquid inside his body, weighing him down. Jake grabbed the upper shelf in front of him, pulling himself up – or at least trying to. His body was too heavy. Or maybe he was just too weak. "Come on..." he mumbled, placing his right feet on the lowest shelf, trying to find some space between all the stuff stored in there – the good thing was that these shelfes were tightly screwed to the floor...the bad thing; just one wrong move and something would fall out, creating much unwanted noise. Another step, second row. Maybe it was possible to use that thing as some kind of ladder ? ...or maybe not - the third row was completly stuffed up with crates, no space to use it as another stepping stone. It seemed like there was no other way, he had to jump up there...in that condition. Jake moaned nervously, instantly forcing himself to shut up again, he was already suspicious enough. "One..." he gulped, tightening his grip around the top shelf.... "..two..." ...trying to focus all his strength in his arms... "...and go!" With his teeth gritted together to avoid any noise escaping from his strained body, he managed to pull himself up the shelf and stand on top of them. Pain was flowing through his muscles and made them feel on fire. Luckily the second step was much easier; he used the handle from the hatch cover as a step and finally he was back at the roof, panting heavily. He made it. And he took care of his thrist. But now he was in the same situation as before: What should he do with that afternoon ? Going home to his parents, who didn`t gave a shit about his existance ? No thanks... If only there was something to- The sound of approaching voices shook him out of his thoughts; someone was coming. Jake sighed softly and tried to calm down from the first shock upon hearing them....in the first moment he feared that the shopkeeper woke up and realized the boy on his roof – or even worse, that that boy just broke into his store. But the voices came from across the street and now he also recognized one of them: Okyl. And from the sound of it, he still seemed to be quite steamed about that little prank Jake played on him before. Really, that guy seriously needed to chill out a bit, how could anyone freak out about a small "shower" ? Or maybe it was about the clothes Jake decided to hide ? Now that he thought about it, how did that Neanderthal managed to find his stuff back ? After all, Jake tried his best to hide it – but he was going to find out. And maybe he could use that opportunity to tease that big idiot a little more. Quickly he cowered behind some large boxes on the edge of the roof, using that cover to spy down on the almost completly empty street, it would be better if Okyl did not saw him up here...at least not for the moment. And in the first moment he had to press his hand on his mouth to avoid bursting out in laughter: Okyl was wearing Brians clothes. Appearantly he didn`t managed to find his own back, so he probably forced his friend to "borrow" his own. That also explained why Brian wasn`t with him, usually they were hanging out together. Instead he was together with Cord now and eagerly discussing something. But that wasn`t the main reason why that scene was so amusing, it was more because Brian – even tho that guy was still quite bulky – didn`t nearly had the same size as his "leader". And that meant that the clothes were also quite a bit too small for Okyls size, making him look totally hilarious – not only he appearantly had trouble to walk in these much-too-small shoes, the tight fabric of the jeans also seemed to cut deeply into his skin, making him feel quite uncomfortable. What could possibly make Jake any happier than seeing his greatest opponent in such a situation ? Just too bad he couldn`t understand them clearly – that was the downside of hiding here, if only he would know what they were planning to do next. Messing around with Okyl never became boring and only few people deserved it more than him, who tormented Jake for years. Carefully he tried to listen to their words, but since they already passed the store, the voices just became even lower. Appearantly there was no choice – he had to follow them. "Watch out Okyl...I`m not yet done with you..." the black-haired boy mumbled happily as he jumped down from the ceiling and landed on the sidewalk without any noise. And now, after them... Great! Jake sighed in annoyance and shook his head softly to get some hair out of his face, throwing another glance down the mall. He lost them. After almost half an hour of sticking to their heels, they suddenly left his view area and vanished into the crowd. But at least they didn´t realized that he was following them, it was always good to know that his sneaking skills were still as good as always. What should he do now anyway ? The whole time he hoped for another chance to play a little prank on Okyl, especially in public. Seemed like he had to wait for another time. Well, since he was already here, why not look around a little ? It felt like forever since he had last been at the city center and especially the mall. Of course, what was the point to hang around in a place like this without any money ? And with all the security guards and cameras it was also too risky to simply "borrow" something like from the redneck store. Speaking of that place...the bottle of coke he stole from there was beginning to show it`s effect. His bladder was sending soft but persistant throbs through his body. Jake liked that feeling – that slowly growing urge in his lower abdomen. Just like he enjoyed peeing in general. Maybe he should just....let go ? This would definitly give him some attention he seeked all the time. People would turn around, stare at him in shock as the wet spot on his crotch would grow, the warm liquid run down his legs...and while they were staring, he would enjoy the wonderfull feeling of pleasure and relief.... Arousal filled Jakes body as he spun his thoughts further, combined with growing exitement. He should do it. Right here. What was he waiting for ? Another push from his bladder went through him, making his arms and legs tingle. Okay, enough with that hesitation already, time to find a perfect spot with as many people possible seeing him. But in that very moment, he noticed someone bulky entering a nearby store - "Okyl.." So maybe he could get another chance after all ?!