Got peed on again
I had a date with this guy I had been talking to for about 3 months now and we wanted to hookup, we really liked each other but had only kissed and lightly fooled around. He arrived at my dorm to pick me up after work (we works on his feet all day with no breaks as a hotel receptionist) and as soon as I got into the car he asked me if there was a place he could relieve himself because he had needed to pee since early that afternoon (it was 7pm). I told him that all of the buildings were locked and maybe when we grabbed some food he could go there (I love watching a man squirm, but when he’s not into it and in pain then I just wanna help him) We get to the drive in (Sonic) and he gets out quickly to go to the toilet, but moments later he comes back because it was out of order (the universe was either really against this guy or really for me haha). We order some food and we’re sitting talking and he’s sipping on some iced coffee (a. caffeine makes you pee b. it was a large) it was like this guy was asking to wet himself, but we hadn’t talked about my fetish yet. ANYWAY he starts squirming and putting his hand casually between his legs with one hand on the wheel. We’re going to his friends house because they’re out of town and said we could use it for the night, and it’s only 20 minutes away so he’s not that worried about holding it but is for sure in pain. Then we hit traffic, there was a truck stalled against the freeway so we had to take the traffic filled route over the bridge. It wasn’t moving…at all. The way the bridge is set up is there is no way you can pull over and off, so once you’re on you have to stay in your car (there are signs everywhere saying to make sure you have enough gas etc). We were in the middle lane and it was so tightly packed we couldn’t open a door for him to piss out of and there were people all around. With his face red, hands gripping the steering wheel, and sweat dripping down his forehead he shakily asks me to look into the back and search for anything that he could relieve himself into (we had thrown our Sonic cups away before we left). I searched for a good five minutes, but his back was just filled with paper and receipts. Hearing there was nothing you could see panic growing on his face as he tried to keep his cool–this is a tough guy who’s 6′5″ in a leather jacket about to wet himself in front of his date. After another 20 minutes of just sitting he just says, “I’m sorry” and takes off his jacket to place over his lap so he could take his dick out to hold in his hands. I started blushing when I realized he was stroking to get hard to try to hold his urine in. We end up sitting in this traffic for another 2 hours (at this point we just want to get to the house to sleep) during this time a baseball size stain has grown on his light grey pants, his hands are between his knees, and he’s breathing heavily and whimpering every now and again between conversation. We actually really get on well. I offered to drive but he said he could. We finally get to the house, and because it’s a duplex with surrounding housing, he couldn’t go in the grass or beside it– there were also cars driving by. We get to the front and the key’s not under the mat, he curses and picks up his phone to call his friend, literally pee dancing while desperately calling to see where the key to his relief was. His friend never answered so we go around back but the door is locked as well. There’s a small narrow opening behind the AC unit backing up to another house where there was a window (into the bathroom how ironic) he shimmies through the narrow opening into the small space (it’s probably 4′x4′) and he’s having to angle himself to get a good drip on the window to pull it up. I hear a quick hiss and a FUCK! and turn around to him with his red face scrunched up and his hands doubled over gripping himself. I tell him I’m going to help him pull the window up so I shimmy as well through the opening and get on my knees to grip the bottom seal, but I’m basically on all fours trying to hold the seal open long enough for him to pull it up). At this point I’m between his legs keeping them apart because there’s literally no room for any other kind of position. I can feel his legs shaking and trying to pull together, and as we’re pushing up my shoulders/neck are pushed up against his crotch. We almost got it when he nervously tells me I need to move in case he loses it, but we’re almost there so I tell him to just keep pushing on his end. As he’s pushing up he can see the porcelain toilet waiting for him, which made the hold even more unbearable. Everything’s going good and we’re itching it upwards almost to the point where he can slide through when I hear a “no, no, no, NO, NO, NO, FUCK NOT HERE OH GOD MOVE YOU NEED TO MOVE ITS COMING OUT” Because of the small space there was no where to move and it would take another 5 minutes and team effort to reorient ourselves and maneuver out of the small space again. In an attempt to save this boy some dignity I try to get out of the way though, turning on my back so I can push up and back up against the wall to stand up. Which was a mistake because now I was face up towards the dam that was about to break. “IM SO SORRY OH GOD NOT HERE THIS CANT BE HAPPENING IM SO SORRY I CANT HOLD IT” I open my mouth to tell him it’s okay when a steaming yellow stream erupts from his skinny jeans (which did nothing to soak up his liquids) and hits my face and splatters into my mouth. He lets out a MOAN of relief, but quickly recovers to try to stop his stream which is only getting stronger. “IT WONT STOP IM SO SORRY” at this point he’s sobbing and trying to aim anywhere else (I don’t think he was thinking clearly enough to just move his dick to the side of his pants so it wouldn’t be in a stream down the middle) He hold his hands between his crotch but the urine is just spilling out of his fingers onto me, onto my clothes, in my hair, on my face and torso. He’s trying to get out of the space, but it’s a group effort and his partner was busy being pissed on. The urine was so pungent and salty, and was extremely yellow and hot–because it was cold outside it steamed from the puddle he made on me. After about 3 minutes of pissing (this boy had been holding A LONG TIME) his stream finally stopped. We start playing a concrete form of twister to get me back up on my feet, when I do he starts sobbing again and is blubbering out apologies. I wipe the piss from my eyes and throw my soaked hair back, calmly telling him it’s okay while kissing him all over the face to try to calm him down. Once his breathing has slowed and his tears aren’t flowing as heavily we try the window again–we notice a lock on the upper left hand side of the window that we couldn’t see in the dark before, we unlock it and the window slides open with ease. I see his lip start quivering again and kiss him on the cheek then neck. He’s looking down and avoiding my gaze as we tumble into the bathroom and I can see just how red his face is. His jeans are soaked all the way through and his white converse are now yellowed and sloshing with his pee. He sinks down against the wall and starts violently sobbing so hard no noise is coming out and his face is between his legs and under his arms. “hey no it’s okay really I promise…I kind of liked it” to this he looked up and said something like “yea right” but in sobs. I did something I’ve never done and got out my tumblr to show him proof of my fetish. Crying turns to sniffles as he’s scrolling through my phone, looking at the videos of men violently wetting themselves then back at me. Now that I’m the red one, he closes my phone and pulls me in for a kiss. Asks me again if I really liked it, to which I said yes, and he kisses me harder and tells me how sweet I am. One final kiss on the neck and I drag him into the shower to wash us both off. We shyly undress in front of each other (we’d never seen each other naked before) and then hope into the warm water. After about 10 minutes of kissing in the shower and washing the tears from his face and the pee out of my hair, he tells me he has to go again (what didn’t come out on me) and if I wanted him to do anything. I told him I wanted to drink it, to which he got really red to and smiled from ear to ear. I wrapped my lips around his cock and looked up, he quickly relieved himself down my throat with every gulp I took. By the time I was done he was rock hard, I’m sure you know what happened next;)
