shy boy

a shy and horny boy with a tiny cock and slightly unconventional kinks. maybe pretty, definitely gay 20+ i follow from iputthesuccinsucculent follow only if ur 18 or older pls!

[gaypisserr]

pinned post time! except it’s the kink jars so y’all can see what i’m into hehe

[omowhimper]

boy who is squirming and desperate but managed to survive the handjob without peeing is now spurting helplessly once his underwear is pulled back up. send tweet

[gaypisserr]

5, 11, and 23!

5. wetting!!! but barely making it is fun too sometimes. especially if there’s wet spots :3

11. just… the idea of someone holding their pee and then wetting for pleasure gets me off so hard lol. i have many scenarios tbh lol it depends on character too

23. idk i guess it was initially the secondhand shame from when i was a kid and saw others pee themselves and it got conflated with the release of orgasm when i ended up in puberty and then wires got crossed and now i cum to the idea of wetting pants LMAO

[twinkleomorashi]

There’s just *something* about listening to someone piss that’ll always get me going

I’m a big fan of piss hissing through clothes myself.

[fizzywhizy]

hell yeah pissposting -> oh god the embarrassment. what if someone finds out and hates me for it. oh goddd -> hell yeah pissposting (infinite cycle)

[urineluckpal2]

are you into “i really gotta go 🥺” omorashi or “i need to fucking piss so bad 😵‍💫” omorashi

[dope-retinas]

💧💦 Omorashi Ask Game 2: Hold On

💧 Some favorite things about holding?

💧 Do you prefer a holding or wetting?

💧 Do you want to hold or control?

💧 Ever had your bladder controlled?

💧 Wetting or barely making it?

💧 Planned or spontaneous holding?

💧 What's your favorite drink for a hold?

💧 Do you prefer holding or controlling?

💧 Would you let tumblr control a hold?

💧 Have/Would you hold overnight?

💧 A fav desperation scenario of yours?

💧 Would you recorded yourself holding?

💧 Where is your favorite place to hold?

💧 Favorite way to end/climax a hold?

💧 What do you like to do after a hold?

💧 Do you masturbate while holding?

💧 Pillow/blanket humping during?

💧 Are you into bladder bulges?

💧 Into forced/restrained holding?

💧 Would you hold in public (safely)?

💧 Being tickled while holding?

💧 Favorite thing to do during a hold?

💧 When/what got you into holding?

💧 Do you like completing tasks during?

💧 Do you associate holding with any other kinks?

omorashi ask game

[omowhimper]

had a genuine half-accident (kinda sorta made it) last month i'll tell y'all the story

so i won't say what kind of program i'm in for privacy reasons but just know foley catheters are part of it. i was doing a simulation where i have to put a foley into a mannequin

the problem was that i had drank a lot of water because i was nervous, was late that morning so i didn't get to pee, and it basically just SLAMMED me while we were watching the video demonstrations. i'm rocking back and forth a little, tapping my foot, but i'm good. and i'm thinking like oh i won't be the first up to do my demonstration so i'll have some time to go while other people are in the demo room. WRONG. i get called first

so i have to put the catheter into this mannequin, explain to said mannequin how it drains the bladder and will help with him feeling so distended. keep in mind inserting one of these is a long and sterile process so i absolutely cannot hold myself or really potty dance at all. and you have to keep your hands pretty steady. so i'm standing there trying SO hard to stop shaking. i know that my instructor is watching the cameras in the room to grade me so i'm hoping i just look nervous and like i'm not bursting

it takes me ten minutes. when i put the catheter itself into the mannequin i have to say things like "so you should be feeling your bladder becoming emptier" and "did that help relieve the pain?" so as you can fucking imagine i am genuinely dying

as i'm cleaning up all of my supplies i feel myself leak. it's so tiny and thank GOD i'm wearing shorts under my scrub pants bc i was planning on going to the gym after class. it's coming out in little spurts and im trying to nonchalantly cross my legs while i'm forced to basically stare at this hunk of plastic that's getting more relief than i am. imagine

my instructor dismisses me and i basically grab my stuff and run. didn't want to use the bathroom in the building because i knew the second i saw a potty it was going to be over and i'd be walking out in wet scrubs

thankfully i live very close to the building so i got in my car and i'm using one hand to drive and one hand to hold myself. i'm still leaking and they're getting longer and longer. you can definitely see them on the outside at this point but i literally don't care i'm getting tunnel vision from how bad i have to go. i got to the last red light to turn into my complex and started crying. i had to pee so bad i was panicking and i couldn't make it stop coming out

i was peeing as i was walking into the building. stumbled into my apartment and tore my scrub pants down and just peed through my undies into the toilet. didn't have time for anything else. i was shaking so bad

[puzzledpony]

that feeling when you’re jerking off with a full bladder and can’t tell if you’re going to piss yourself or cum first and you honestly don’t know which you’d prefer

[squiirming]

guy who needs to piss sooo bad he’s been grabbing at himself and squeezing his dick, and now it’s half hard, stuck upright in his pants, sensitive head just under his waistband, and every time he squirms it feels like he’s dry humping, and he doesn’t even know anymore if he’s grinding in his pants because he needs to go or because he’s started getting off. is this anything

[inbtwxt]

what if you sat in my lap and we made out all sloppy and you needed to pee really badly and I started jerking you off to help you distract yourself but you couldn't hold it and kept letting out little spurts of piss all over my hand and made everything even wetter and both of us hornier

[pissjeans]

nice

[backuphanofcoe]

[tickatocka]

some fun sex tropes:

laughing during sex

and/or things going wrong during sex that leads to laughter

sex on a countertop/tabletop/sink because we couldn’t wait to get somewhere with cushions

kissing to stay quiet

biting to stay quiet

one person meticulously doing something entirely for the other’s benefit without expectation or need of reciprocation

“wow i did not know that was A Thing for me until right now and i’m totally fine with that but for the love of god keep doing it”

someone straddling the other while they’re “trying to read” and slowly getting them to put the book away

“you’re only allowed to sit there and watch until i tell you otherwise”

kissing anywhere but the lips

alternatively, touching anywhere but where the person desperately wants to be touched

“we couldn’t find a condom so we’re getting each other off in other ways” sex

anything involving the secretive brushing of fingertips against inner thighs in public spaces

sex with clothes half on/panties still on

the pleasant misuse of ties

sleepy morning kisses that accidentally turn intense

[imaginedingledongs]

Imagine your favourite character masturbating under their desk during class/work because it’s the only way they can stop themself from pissing and they’re not allowed to take a bathroom break for another half hour.

[dontstareatmeplease]

who up thinking about men peeing they pants

[raincloudholds]

His legs are twisting around themselves and his hips are wiggling back and forth in the seat across the table from yours at the cafe you chose for your date. It's noon on a weekday. One barista on staff. The only other customers are outside on the patio enjoying the sunshine while the two of you are inside, tucked into a dark booth at the back of the room, completely concealed from view. He's panting, but he's doing a good job at keeping quiet. Every once in a while his face betrays his agony and he buries it in his hands, muffling the strained moans he can't completely stifle.

He's held out well, you think. Two hours in public with a remote-control vibrator in his ass and he hasn't broken yet.

You drag your thumb smoothly up the face of your smartphone and the waves of vibration get more intense. He lets out a surprised "ngh-!" and claps one hand over his mouth while the other hand flies to his lap. 

"Baby, please--"

"Shh."

You tick the vibration up a notch for just a moment before dragging it alllll the way back down to a low, steady thrum. He gasps as the tension melts away and he collapses into the table, exhausted, fucked-out, edged. He closes his eyes, forcing tears to gather on his eyelashes.

Your own dick twitches at the sight. 

"I'm seriously gonna have an accident," he warns, voice low and strained. It's practically a groan. "I can't hold it much longer."

You both know what he means by "accident." You reach out to hold his hand, which he takes with gratitude and blows out a long breath, trying desperately to ground himself.

"Hold it. You're doing so well, you only have a little longer to go."

"I'm still so fucking close."

Shit. You try not to squirm in your own seat as you nudge his mostly-full, still-hot latte toward him. He doesn't even look, just shakes his head.

"I can't, I gotta focus--"

He draws in more long, trembling gasps and blows them out slowly. You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb. The two of you sit like that for a minute, alone in your quiet corner of the cafe, until he seems to regain control of his body. He wipes his face with a sweater paw, sits up, and takes a sip of his drink.

"Gooood job." 

He gives you a teary, pleading look and speaks with a whine so tiny you can hardly hear what he's saying. "I can't take it anymore."

"You can do it. Just a little longer."

You can tell he disagrees, but what can he do? 

The two of you get to talking about your individual and mutual plans for the weekend; the chores that need doing, the books you're planning to read, the meals you want to share. You wait until you're both finished with your coffee and he's distracted talking about a project to open the app again and push the vibrator back to full power. You catch him mid-sentence. It's so cute, the way his breath hitches. He stammers through the rest of his thought as quickly as he can and clamps his mouth shut. 

You pulse the vibrator up and down, up and down, and his back arches, pressing his ass down into the vinyl cushion of the booth seat like he's hungry for more. He rides the sensation in silence for a minute before his expression changes. You know the look intimately; he's about to cum. You turn the vibrator off but you know you pushed it too far.

"Baby. Now. Now." He's panicked.

You move to stand, to take him to the bathroom, but it's too late.

"I'm g-- I'm--"

He's a good boy and white-knuckles the edge of the table with both hands as he cums untouched. He trembles, bites his lip, and gasps as he looks down helplessly at his lap, watching his hips grind into the seat and his legs twist harder in attempt to give him the friction he needs as his load releases into his boxer briefs, one agonizing spurt at a time. When it's finished, he stills, gaze fixed on his lap.

Oh, the poor thing. You almost give him your sympathy, almost apologize, but god, it's all too hot. You can't help yourself. You decide to push it just a step further.

"What happened, baby?"

His chest heaves and all at once he folds his arms on the table, lets his head in fall into them, and cries.

You move to his side, both so you can comfort him and so you can hide him from view in case anyone walks by. You check over your shoulder to confirm: the barista is busy washing dishes with her back turned to the whole cafe. There's no one else here. No one could possibly see either of you unless they walked all the way to the back of the room, and behind your frame no one would see him or what the two of you were doing until you moved out of the way. It's completely safe. There's no doubt in your mind.

You stroke your boy's back with your fingernails and assess the damage. The wet spot on his jeans is sizable, visible, undeniable. And his cock is still rock-hard and twitching. The ruin provided no relief. 

He's sweating. Heat radiates from him like a furnace.

"What happened, baby?" You whisper.

"I ha-had an accident..."

You coo and pull him to rest his head on your shoulder. "It's okay," you reassure. "You're doing so well. You're so perfect."

"How am I-- how am I-- how are--"

"Shh. Don't worry about that now. Just keep being good for me." It's all you can do to keep yourself from bending him over right here and now, but you manage to contain yourself. Instead, you gently stroke his cock through his pants, and he's immediately moaning a stream of barely-audible begging into your ear. 

"I need it. I need it. Baby please, please, please I need to cum, please--"

"Fuck," you groan, and take one of his hands to guide it to your own crotch. He gets the message and paws at it. 

"Oh god, baby, ohhh god--"

Fuck, he's so desperate. 

Fuck, it's making you desperate.

"Listen." You grit your teeth and speak in a murmur. "I'm gonna take my jacket off and you're-- fuck-- nnh you're gonna put it on, okay? It's long enough to cover your accident. You'll be quiet and wear it just-- hh-- long enough to get back to the car and then you can take it off and be as loud as you fucking want all the way home." 

You grab his thigh, hard, and pull away to look into his eyes. "And then I'm gonna pin you down and make you fucking cum, you hear me?"

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh."

"Let's go."

You both straighten yourselves up and in no time you're a perfectly innocent-looking couple with dirty dishes to drop into the bus bin on your way out of the cafe. The door rings as you open it.

"Thanks for coming in!" The barista calls over her shoulder.

"Later!" You hurry your boy out the door. 

He looks adorable swimming in your jacket. He walks ahead of you, giving you a moment to pull out your phone and tap around on the screen without him knowing. His knees buckle slightly as the vibrator switches back on and his legs cross as he turns to shoot you a look, but you're right there in an instant, turning his shoulder and marching him urgently forward, then opening the passenger door for him and guiding him to sit. His head is thrown back and his eyes are glazed over by the time you have the car started.

"Drive, fuck, get us home," he pants, broken moans finally loud enough to fill the car. 

"I don't care how close you get or how many times you cum, you sit on your hands until we're home. Now."

He obeys. "Drive. Dr-- oh fuck, drive! Aah--!"

And for the whole drive home, you keep one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on the smartphone in your lap, tracing random shapes on the screen and listening to your boy as you wrench beautiful noises from him with every curve.