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so he holds it. he’s a grown up, he can do that. the problem is, now his date wants to hit the bar next door and they’re hitting it off so well he can’t just say no. so he doesn’t say no, he goes next door with them and the two sit at the bar together. he’s shaking his leg trying to hold it.

until he’s truly bursting. he excuses himself to the bathroom but of course when he gets there he just can’t go. he tries going in a stall to feel less exposed and maybe that’ll help him go but, of course, no luck. he sighs, zips up his pants, and goes back out, pretending he’s fine.

they’re getting touchy at the bar. his date is now suggesting they maybe go to the bathroom together, but not to pee. damn, how could he turn that down? damn, again, because now he’s desperate to pee and he’s horny. they go to the single bathroom together. it starts fine with some making out but it quickly starts picking up. his date’s hands are starting to trail down his face to his neck, then to his waist, then to his hips then—

“wait- wait!” he says. his date stops abruptly.

“i’m sorry, is this too much?” they ask, thinking they’re going too fast.

“no! no, not at all, it’s just…” he can’t say it. he shouldn’t say it. it’s too embarrassing.

“it’s just what?” the date asks. “is public sex not your thing? sorry, i just… i couldn’t help myself!”

he’s not sure how much longer he can help himself.

“i just-” he starts saying, but then he nearly lets a bit of pee out and if he kept talking he wouldn’t have been able to stop it from coming out.

“it’s ok, tell me.”

“i have to pee.”

“oh… didn’t you just go, like, 20 minutes ago?”

“well, actually… i get kind of…”

“are you pee shy?”

he feels his cheeks getting hot. in fact, everything feels hot. even his dick, which is still half stiff from the making out a minute ago. but he nods, specifically without saying a word because he’s so embarrassed, he’s not sure he could get a single word out.

“oh, baby, why did the you just say so?”

he shrugs.

“here, maybe i can help loosen you up…”

suddenly their lips are back together and his date’s hands are creeping down his chest. they push him against the wall and the kissing and touching is so good, he’s pretty much rock hard at this point.

now there’s a new problem: he’s getting a little too horny. if his date doesn’t relax he’s not gonna be able to hold back from finishing.

but now his date’s hand is rubbing down his crotch over his pants and he just can’t hold it anymore.

“i’m gonna— i, i um…” he’s about to cum, truly.

“it’s ok…” his date says.

so he does. he cums, hard, right in his pants. his body jolts and his date laughs, not at him, but just simply with pleasure. unfortunately, the sweet release of an orgasm took away the strength he had to hold back his bladder.

“oh no…” he sighs as it all comes rushing out.

he can’t stop once he’s started. he’s soaking his pants, one little line of pee turning into his entire pant leg completely drenched and the other leg slowly getting wetter too.

“i’m so sorry.” he sighs as he keeps releasing. “this is so embarrassing, oh my god.”

“no, it’s ok!” they reassure him. “it’s actually… kind of turning me on.”

he’s still letting out a heavy stream, a puddle forming at his feet. his head drops down in shame as he holds back tears. he feels like a big baby with a frown on his face.

then his date puts a finger on his chin to lift his head.

“don’t be sad, don’t you feel better?”

he nods his head with tears eyes as the stream finally starts to slow.

“see, no harm then!”

“you don’t think i’m weird? you don’t want to go tell all your friends that you went on a guy who can’t hold his pee?”

“well, as long as you don’t go to tell all your friends about how i wanna take you home and have hot sex because of it, then we’ll be good.” they smile.

he smiles, leaning in to kiss them again.

they hurry out of the bar as quick as possible to avoid too many stares at his soaked pants. they head back to his date’s house and his embarrassment is relieved when they act like a soft dom in the bedroom.

-Trying to squirm subtly because they’re right next to the driver, bouncing slightly in the seat, adjusting position, shaking their legs.

-Someone trying really hard not to grab their crotch because it’s embarrasing and makes it obvious they need to go, but at a bad spasm they’re forced to. The driver notices and asks them if they need to go to which they either shyly admit feeling silly they had to be asked like a child or shake their head and look even more like a child denying they need to go when they clearly do.

-Someone waiting until they’ve already dribbled to ask for a rest stop. The driver says sure there’s one in fifteen minutes, but they’ve waited so long already they wet themselves after ten. 

-Alternatively, never asking for a rest stop and slowly leaking the whole journey. They never fully lose control but by the time they’re at their destination they’ve leaked enough that there’s a wet patch on their pants and seat, and they don’t want to get up because then the driver and other passengers will know what’s happened.

-The pee making a puddle on a leather seat and running over the edge or soaking into a cloth seat making a big wet patch

-Someone making it to the rest stop and running in only to lose it before they can undo their belt and being forced to walk back to the car in soaked pants. 

But you don't stop, oh no, hearing the broken moans only spur you on, pounding into them harder and harder until you hear that final embarrassed squeak leave their lips as the first spurt comes out

They try so hard to stop, their muscles tightening and fluttering as much as they can but it's not enough when you're hammering into them mercilessly, small spurts turning into a stream, and a stream turning to a gush as they moan and finally relieve all that pent up pressure

They're so lost in the relief that they don't realize how close they are, their hips bucking back onto you further until suddenly they're cumming around you, the climax hitting them like a ton of bricks. You follow suit soon after, stilling your hips and burying yourself deep inside them, filling them up nice and full

But you don't stop, oh no, hearing the broken moans only spur you on, pounding into them harder and harder until you hear that final embarrassed squeak leave their lips as the first spurt comes out

They try so hard to stop, their muscles tightening and fluttering as much as they can but it's not enough when you're hammering into them mercilessly, small spurts turning into a stream, and a stream turning to a gush as they moan and finally relieve all that pent up pressure

They're so lost in the relief that they don't realize how close they are, their hips bucking back onto you further until suddenly they're cumming around you, the climax hitting them like a ton of bricks. You follow suit soon after, stilling your hips and burying yourself deep inside them, filling them up nice and full