Out mudding
One of my favorite things to do with my friend late at night is we go mudding.
I remember this one time we were in his car and he kept zigzagging while I was rolling a joint using a book or something as a makeshift table. It was very difficult because I had to piss so fucking bad. To make matters worse, I kept staring at the wet spot on his jeans, imagining the state of his underwear. My friend did this so often that his girlfriend would tease him in front of me about having to do extra loads of laundry every time we went out together.
"I can't fucking do this!", I said, holding my crotch with one hand.
He stared back at me with a dumb smile. I didn’t know what he was up to, then I looked down and realized he started full-on wetting his pants. There was so much pressure that it hit his t-shirt. He kept going until his jeans were soaked and he was sitting in a puddle in the driver seat. Some went in his boots and he later emptied them out the window before putting them back on. He didn't give a fuck.
My kidneys were killing me to the point of shaking. I really needed to steady my hand in order to finish rolling this joint. My Hanes had already wet spots from a few previous accidental spurts and my crotch was damp. Would I be able to even finish my mission and successfully roll this joint?
The warmth that began to flood my trackies suddenly ended my worries.
Still urinating in my pants, knees weakening from sweet relief, I handed the joint over to my buddy and he lit it up. I was still staring at his crotch, but this time I had a clear view of his package which meant I had to get down to business.