he’s already wet when he starts leaking, but the added liquids spill over and between his thighs as he squirms and makes them slicker. his hard little dick twitches as it’s rubbed over and over again. erect as it is, the hood that usually hides it has pulled back, so there’s no escape from the sensations. he’s pulsing, somehow feeling on the edge of orgasm without a single real touch, when he properly leaks a solid spurts for the first time. it’s brief, and in itself it hardly adds to the stimulation, but the sudden flash of relief followed by a wave of need as soon as he regains control and clamps shut is eye watering. he squeezes his thighs as tightly as he can, rocking back and forth, effectively fucking them. it’s so much all once, he’s actually scared he’s going to come like this, and he’s certain that if he does he’ll lose control.
so he dares part his shaky thighs. one second passes, then two, then three, and on the fourth a slow dribble starts leaking out. it runs down his hole, almost tickling. his dick throbs so hard he sees it pulse. he’s so fucking close to something, and too far gone to know what kind of relief will hit first. he clenches his muscles as hard as he can, but nothing can stop the slow trickle. the tension keeps rising, and rising, and rising, until it’s another forceful spurt that escapes him. he yelps, it caresses the underside of his dick, and the sound turns into a moan.
his whole cunt clenches, throbs, a second spurt follows the first almost immediately, and he can no longer pretend he can hold it like this. his thighs come back together on instinct, squeezing his hard tdick once again. it’s too much all at once, overstimulating. another spurt come out. he bends forward, then leans back, unable to stay still for a second, as he keeps losing control. piss slowly floods the triangle between his thighs and his pubic mound. he keeps rocking back and forth, almost silent safe for breathless little gasps.
he’s almost forgotten how close he was until he comes. he’s closed his eyes to focus when it hits. the feeling coils in his guts, he feels his orgasm approaching, inevitable. for a second, he thinks of parting his thighs again to let the feeling pass, because there’s no way he’s coming without losing control, but then the thought of ruining this orgasm is unbearable, and it’s too late anyways. he squeezes his thighs as has as he can one last time, and goes over the edge. his hard dick throbs hard between them, so stiff and sensitive he has to release some pressure. with each orgasmic pulse he feels hot piss squirting out, completely out of his control. it floods him with warmth, with a rush. the pulsing heat keeps it going and going and going longer than it usually lasts. every time he thinks he’s done throbbing in pleasure, a warm squirt sends another wave through his body.
by the time he’s finished, he’s beyond oversensitive, unable to keep his thighs together at all. his exhausted muscles keep pulsing, twitching, his dick refusing to soften under the continuous stimulation of each spurt of piss that forces it way out of him. it keeps coming in interrupted leaks until his body finally manages to relax enough to just let go. the relief is as good as coming. he pisses for what feels like forever, unashamedly panting and moaning through it.
before he’s done, his hand finds its way between his legs and he quickly jerks off to another powerful orgasm that leaves him entirely boneless.
