#omoblr

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.

fuckk i just had to hold my crotch for a couple minutes and do the potty dance LIKE CRAZY to get myself together cause just thinking/talking/typing abt pee is getting my bladder riled up rn FUCKKK i just practically peed all in my pants omggg

Maybe it’s because it feels like 200 people are watching me pee? idk