First dates are always fun... MxM omorashi
“So, will you come back to my place?”
I nearly choked. It had been so long since I’d been on a date, and even longer since I’d let a guy take me home. I was married for five years, and was exclusive with Troy for three years before that, so a lot of things had changed since I’d last gone out with a guy.
“Jacob? Are you okay?”
I snapped out of my trance to see his green eyes staring at me. He nervously picked at his nails.
“I uh… I’m fine. It’s just… this is still all new to me,” I confessed. “If I go back to your place, we have sex, right?”
The redhead leaned across the table and dropped his voice down to a whisper. “Jacob, if you come back to my place, we can do whatever you want. We don’t have to have sex. I won’t make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with. He leaned in, pressing a kiss ever so gently to my lips, and I found myself wondering if everyone else was watching the two guys making out in the corner booth.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Austin said, loosening his grip on my hand as we stepped over the threshold into his apartment. “I’ll be right back, I just have to use the bathroom.”
I felt my skin heat up and the thought of the three glasses of wine he had through dinner rushing to his bladder made my heart skip a beat.
“Wait!” I called, causing him to stop and look at me. I took three steps forward and slammed my lips against his, taking him by surprise. Austin’s hands found my waist as his lips moved against mine.
I never got the chance to explore my kink with Troy. He always thought it was stupid, but I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass me by this time. Austin seemed different. I would do whatever it took to keep him out of that bathroom until the last possible second.
Our lips separated with a low chuckle rumbling from his chest.
“Damn, boy, can I at least pee first?”
Our eyes met, and I knew the control was all mine. My mouth curved up into a smile.
“No.”
I expected Austin to be disgusted, but as I picked my hand up and traced a finger along his lower belly, he simply raised an eyebrow at me and said, “Is that the game we’re playing tonight?”
I held my head down and nodded.
“Okay then.” Austin took a step back and made a show out of crossing and uncrossing his legs.
“Please, Jacob?” he begged, “I really have to go.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, shaking my head. I flattened my hand against his stomach. I gently pushed with my fingertips, getting a flinch out of him. “I think you need another drink.”
He smirked, knowing exactly where my mind was going. “There’s a bottle of chardonnay in the fridge.”
Two more glasses later, Austin was holding his alcohol surprisingly well. Other than the occasional shift of his hips, I would have never known he was holding back a full bladder.
“You were holding before dinner, weren’t you?” I asked, finishing off my third class of the night.
He bashfully nodded. “I don’t want you to think I’m a pig, but sex feels so much better with a full—mmph.”
Instead of getting the last word out, he winced and placed his hand on his lower belly.
“Show me,” I ordered.
Austin’s wine glass went to the table in front of him. Once he lifted his shirt, I took a second to marvel at his very overfilled bladder protruding out of his stomach. I fought back the urge to touch it. No, not yet. Instead I held my hand out towards him.
“What?” he asked.
“Lead me to your bedroom.” He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Feeling my own bladder start to weigh heavy in my stomach, I said, “You said sex it better with a full bladder. Prove it.”
God, did he prove it. While he had to stop quite a few times to keep control of his bladder, sex with Austin was better than anything I’d ever had with Troy.
Afterwards, Austin stood, pulling on his jeans.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked.
“Um…the bathroom? I hope.” I knew what he was feeling. His orgasm made his need worsen. He couldn’t stand still, dancing on the spot as I stood and put my own jeans back on.
“Not yet.” He groaned. “Lay down.”
He obeyed reluctantly, but moved a hand to knead at his crotch once he laid down. I smirked and went back to the kitchen, filling a clear plastic cup with warm water.
“Please don’t make me drink that,” Austin whined as I returned to the bedroom, “I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”
“This isn’t for you to drink.”
I laid down next to him, dipping my fingers into the water which sent a jolt to my own bladder. Holding my hand over his stomach, I let the water drip onto his skin, and his reaction was instant.
“Ah!” he yelled, drawing his legs up and tightening his grip. I expected him to tell me to stop, but he didn’t.
I held the cup directly over him and slowly tilted it, letting the warm water fall over him. He groaned, twisting his legs and shoving his hand deeper into his crotch until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“I can’t hold it!” he cried. I moved the cup to the nightstand and turned back just in time to see his jeans turn dark. Austin tried to stop, but no amount of squeezing and leg crossing could cut off the flow his bursting bladder was pushing out of him. He finally relaxed and I reached over, taking his pee-soaked hand in mine.
I watched in awe as his bladder continued to empty with a loud hiss. A full two minutes later, Austin let out the breath he was holding as his bladder was finally empty. The bed, along with our jeans, were completely soaked. I was still speechless.
“Are you okay?” he asked me.
I nodded and laughed. It was my turn. “I uh… I have to pee,” I confessed.
Austin raised an eyebrow. “Oh, do you?”
Another nod. He gave me an evil smile.
“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”
