Thinking about a guy who was so excited for a first date that he rushed to the meeting place despite already needing to pee, and now that he's two coffees in the conversation is going so well that he doesn't want to interrupt it to excuse himself. They keep talking and he keeps getting more and more desperate, and just as he's thinking he needs to go immediately or his bladder is going to explode, his date suddenly exclaims that they hadn't realized it got so late, and they need to get home for a phone meeting.
So of course the guy offers to walk them home so they can keep talking on the way. And since they're in a hurry he can't bring himself to ask them to wait. Walking provides a new set of challenges - it's not harder to hold but it is harder to hide that he's holding. His date at one point jokes that he doesn't need to be so nervous, but the guy manages to laugh it off.
Finally they get to the date's house, and the date has to rush to make their meeting, but they still give the guy a goodnight kiss. As soon as the door is shut the guy grabs for his crotch and starts hobbling away to try and find the nearest bathroom. Where is the nearest bathroom? Shit, is there one nearby at all? It already feels like he's going to-
Barely two steps from the door, his bladder gives out. The guy is helplessly pissing himself right there on the sidewalk, two coffees on top of everything he'd already been holding before that bursting out of him at full force. He tries to stop, twists his body and squeezes himself, but there's nothing he can do. He has to grit his teeth and try not to gasp or moan too loudly, just in case his date hears it, and that alone is a struggle because it feels so good to finally let this all out.
By the time he's finished his pants, shoes, and hands are all soaked, and there's an absolutely massive puddle on the concrete.
He's humiliated, but also relieved. Not just to be empty, but that this happened after his date was inside. If it had been as little as a minute sooner he doesn't think he'd ever be able to face them again. It's evening, it's summer, nobody was around to see it. The puddle will be dry by tomorrow, and even if it's not his date will never guess where it came from. He's never going to make that mistake again, but at least it worked out!
Little does he know, the next morning his date thinks it would be fun to check their doorbell camera to see if it captured their kiss.
It did. As well as what happened afterward. His frantic grab as soon as he was out of sight. His desperate waddle as he tried to walk away. The way his body stiffened as he lost control. His squirms and shivers as he tried - and failed - to regain it. Especially the flood of liquid that poured from his pants and spread so far across the sidewalk that it ran into the grass. And when he turned back to check if he'd been seen, it also captured his soaked pants and the look of embarrassed relief on his face.
Even the way he had to shake the piss off his hands before he started walking away. The date saw it all.
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