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how-did-i-get-here44 · 13 days ago

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This has been my fave for a long time

this is a real omorashi story (18+ only!)

there was this kid austin that I dated on and off. we had a lot of sexual chemistry and always went back to hooking up for years after high school, even. he was a drummer with tan skin and long black hair.

when we started hooking up our senior year, we quickly discovered that we both had piss kinks. and so it began…

dirty texting led to pictures and video chatting, until finally, we decided to start holding at school together. we would hold it all day, and then go back to my house when school let out. my parents wouldn’t be home til a few hours later, so we’d go down to the basement, make out a ton, and wet our pants in front of each other.

this one time though, I’ll never forget...

we had decided to start holding the night before a school day, by texting each other to drink a full glass of water before bed, and then we could NOT PEE in the morning, just continue to hold it all day.

so we did. we both held it all day, texting each other each period to check in.

we went to a private school in a pretty rural area. I waited for him after school at “the spot” (this little creek just off school property, surrounded by trees and always deserted) in my school uniform: a white button-down shirt, a knee-length green skirt, white crew socks and black shoes. from there, we would walk no more than ten minutes to my house.

I was doing alright - only mildly desperate, as I chose not to drink that much of anything on this day to make it easier on myself… still though, I shifted from foot to foot as I waited for him, teased by the sound of the creek.

I was surprised as he suddenly hobbled over and threw his backpack down, huffing and puffing and swearing. he wore the guys’ version of our uniform: white shirt, green pants.

“fuck, I’m not gonna fucking make it. I barely made it through last period. FUCK. I am going to have to piss right here,” he said, frantically squeezing the head of his cock through his pants.

I watched him, intrigued. “aw, is it really that hard to hold it? you’re not gonna make it to my house?”

“no. fuck.” he took a moment to glance at me standing there pretty casually. “why aren’t you as desperate as me?? did you cheat?”

“no! I never peed today… I just… also haven’t really drank anything.”

“what!! no fair! I fucking drank soda and water all day, and last night - oh my god,” he moaned. his eyes got wide. he started frantically undoing his belt, his breath hitching. “oh my god, I’m already pissing. FUCK.”

I saw a shiny little dark patch quickly appear on his crotch. I felt myself get a little wet, imagining it spurting out…

“stop.” I told him, touching his arm while he still fumbled with his belt buckle.

he looked at me, with tears in his eyes, I swear. “what????” he demanded.

I quickly looked around to make sure there was still nobody in sight. nope, just trees.

I bit my lip and ran my hand down his arm, to his hand, to his crotch. I started gently stroking the fly of his pants.

he made an extremely hot guttural sound, like “nnnggghhhhhhhh” and closed his eyes.

I felt his warm crotch with the back and then front of my hand, rubbing up and down, harder, feeling his cock stiffen through his pants.

“ughh god… that’s really helping, actually.”

we caught each others’ eyes a moment and smiled. being hard always helped him hold longer…

…but how much longer?

we took a few steps over to a large tree.

I stood in front of him, his back pressed against the tree, my knee slightly between his legs.

my hand continued to fondle the front of his pants as he moaned softly. I looked down at that wet spot, which was still really small. for now.

“ugh, you’re making me wanna cum…”

I laughed softly and kept rubbing him. he grasped the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss, pushing his back against the tree and jerking his clothed dick into my hand more.

we kissed for like, ten seconds. then I started fumbling with the button of his pants. my knuckles must’ve pressed into his bladder a little, because he suddenly groaned desperately.

“ah, ah…” he broke the kiss and hissed through his teeth, as I felt a little warm pee leak into his pants… into my hand. it was just enough to soak the fabric and widen the diameter of that wet spot. my eyes widened in amazement, suddenly feeling a little wetness of my own slip into my panties.

he panted. “fuck. I can’t hold anymore. I’m going to fucking piss my pants right here.”

“really? you’re going to pee in your pants, you can’t hold it?” I asked sympathetically.

“no I can’t fucking hold it.”

“you’re sooo desperate to pee, it just wants to burst out of your cock right now?”

“yes - AH - fuck -”

he looked down at his pants. I followed his gaze. a skinny dark stain was appearing all down his left leg, and I could just barely hear a faint hissing sound.

I watched in awe for about three seconds, before whispering close to his ear, “okay, stop. get control now, you can do it.”

he closed his eyes and gulped. I saw the veins in his neck bulge as he prayed to the heavens to gain control. fuck, he looked hot.

and gain control, he did.

panting, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and furrowed his brow. my hand was still there on his cock, slightly wetter than before, but I confirmed he had stopped the leak.

…for now.

“good job.” I said. but I knew his bladder ached. he had so much more left inside.

I went back to fiddling with his button fly, but then had a better idea.

I stepped about three feet away and stood in front of him. "keep holding and do what I say. okay?"

“huh??” he groaned.

“unzip your pants.”

he stared at me. his hands went gingerly to his zipper, and he slowly undid it.

“fuuuuck,” he breathed, rolling his eyes. this simple motion, unzipping his pants, sent all the more TIME TO PEE signals to his brain.

he squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed himself with both hands through his light grey boxer briefs as he impatiently awaited my next command. he pressed his legs together, hips shaking side to side quickly.

“okay, now what??” he whined.

I smiled, absolutely fucking loving this, staring at his hands firmly grasping that tantalizing bulge in his soaked underwear.

"now what?” he repeated, impatiently.

"what, you still have more pee? but you leaked so much already, just look at your pants…"

"PLEASE, I have to piss - fuck - ah- I'm going to really explode in about five seconds,” he spat, his hands never leaving his cock, the veins in his arms bulging.

"take it out and put your hands behind your head.”

he looked at me desperately. “babe, I - I can't let go of my dick, it's all gonna come out."

"you can do it. take your cock out and let me see it. put your hands behind your head. and do not lose control."

he shook his head desperately. “I can't babe, I can't, fuck… oh god!" he squeezed his eyes closed and gripped his penis hard, and I watched with delight as another spurt escaped him. the spurt was so strong, it shot right through the light-colored boxer briefs and made a little arc through the air.

he gasped and palmed his cock with both hands, more pee shooting up onto his shirt, out to the sides, onto his pants, as he desperately trying to regain control. he reached inside his boxers and threw his head back, starting to jack his dick.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, it helps me hold it… you know that…"

"is your cock hard? are you actually turned on by this?? you're turned on by having to pee so badly?"

"…..yes, I love it…" he said, continuing to jack it in front of me.

"you like feeling so full of piss? and then not going to a toilet, but just holding it? holding it until you're so desperate, that you start leaking in your underwear?"

"…yeah, I, ah-"

"you like losing control? wetting yourself?? you like having accidents, don't you? but they're not accidents are they, they're on purpose?”

he rubbed his dick to my filthy talk, which was still hidden by the soaked fabric of his boxer briefs. "…yes, I like it…" he gasped.

"let me see it."

he pulled the boxer briefs down finally, tucking the waistband under his balls, showing me that glorious wet cock. it was hard and weeping. he kept stroking it.

“OKAY now, stop. fucking. jacking off."

"if I stop, I'm going to lose control. I’m gonna pee,” he whimpered, fully stroking his erect cock, so much liquid still pressing inside of him.

"stop touching yourself right now."

he stopped the motion, but kept squeezing his dick, his eyes squeezed shut.

"let go of your cock and put your hands behind your head.”

he whimpered, really whimpered, but obeyed my command. his hard, glistening dick now hung half-hard in the cool air, peeking outside of his unzipped pants.

it was a real sight, him leaning against that tree, totally flustered, hair a mess, dark piss patches marking his shirt and pants. his dick hung there, twitching weakly, as he panted.

he looked right into my eyes. "I have so much more piss inside me, you have no idea. please… please let me pee…”

"keep holding it," I said, crossing my arms and staring at him.

he made a sobbing sound and his dick twitched heavenly. he stared up at the trees and mouthed ‘fuck.’

I stared at his beautiful genitals, intrigued by them, so different than my own. I bit my lip and reached up my knee-length skirt. my panties were hot and damp, and I gently rubbed myself as I stared at him.

he noticed me. through shuddering breaths, he said “you like what you see?”

“just focus on holding it,” I commanded him. but I lifted my skirt slowly, showing him my damp white panties. and through my intense arousal, I felt my own desperation grow.

"dear god…" he said at the sight of me, and started to lowering his hands from behind his head.

"don't you dare touch yourself," I spat. "put your hands back behind your head and hold them there."

he pressed his lips together and lifted his hands to grab the back of his head again, squeezing his eyes shut. but I noticed a little weak piss mixed with precum dribble out of the end of his gorgeous penis.

"oh no, are you leaking a little bit?"

"mm-hmm…" he moaned frantically, another larger dribble leaking out.

then another. he panted and gulped. "fuck, I can't, I - UGH - "

both our mouths both dropped open as a hard stream of piss shot out of him, across the distance between us, and jetted against my midsection, soaking my shirt and skirt. I stepped to the side and watched it continue to shoot out, creating a huge arc and loudly landing on the leaves several feet away.

“FUCK - I can’t - I can't stop it, ah - I'm peeing - ah"

I stepped over to him. I placed my hand on his cock and gently held it for him.

"nnnngyesssss…" he said, the hard stream of piss still hissing out.

I held his cock with one hand and dared my other one to palm the head, feeling that hot piss shoot into my hand and allowing it to splash out to the sides, up and down, onto both our clothes, the ground, everywhere…

fifteen seconds passed, and I couldn't believe he was still pissing. hard.

"wow. can you get control now for me?"

"nghhh…" he moaned, and started hitching his breath. i felt his dick flex. the stream slowed, stopped and started a couple of times, and then he had regained control.

"that's good baby, good job…." I devilishly pulled his boxer briefs back up over his dick and started to pull his pants back together, although I knew…

“OHMYGOD no, I can't -"

piss was shooting out of him again, soaking his boxer briefs and the legs of his pants entirely. he let out a primal groan of relief, finally letting himself really go.

I admired him as he continued to totally drench his clothes, before I pulled the briefs back down over his dick and set that stream free again. I held his cock and played with him encouragingly, as he continued pissing and moaning for almost a full minute longer.

when the stream finally slowed and stopped in my hand, I gently rubbed him in praise. his cock re-hardened to its fullest expression.

I lifted my gaze to his eyes, starting to rhythmically stroke him. he stared at me with exhausted lust.

"babe," I said.

"yeah?" he mumbled.

"I have to pee, too… really badly."

he grinned.

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