omo thought that’s been living rent free in my mind is a guy doing something at a desk and getting increasingly desperate but not allowing himself to tale a break before he’s finished whatever he’s working on. until he’s just desperately shifting in his seat, crossing his legs tights and grabbing himself as he struggles to focus on the task at hand. and it turns him on. the pressure in his lower belly feels so good, his cock is being squeezed between his legs every time he crosses and uncrosses them, every time he grabs himself he feels himself slowly growing hard despite his best efforts to push all urges down. he stops using his hands to hold because he desperately wants to stroke his cock now, but he’s still so desperate to piss he ends up just humping his pants to get any pressure on his dick to help hold back the flow. and his pants are growing tighter as he gets harder and that also feels so so so good. he muffles groans and moans into his hand as he tries to focus back on his work, but the second he focuses enough to read a single line of text he nearly loses control for a second and has to shove a hand between his legs and breath really hard. a few drops escape him, it doesn’t show though his pants yet but he can feel the texture of his underwear that clings closer to him now. rubbing against the head of his twitching dick. he fights though the urge and tries to read again, only to fully leak this time. it lasts a second but there’s now a wet patch showing. dizzy with need and incapable of thinking straight he continues like this for a little while, painstakingly doing tiny amounts of work while he shifts and moves in his chair, alternating between closing his legs tights and humping the air and fanning his legs. continuously leaking drops that turn into spurts until he can’t even pretend to be working and is just thrusting forward into the air as his sensitive twitching dick leaks pee and pre-cum all over the tented front of his pants, slowly losing control over his body and his mind to pleasure. he grips the desk tight and barely bites back a moan as he feels himself approaching the brink of control. his pace intensifies, his breathing gets erratic, spurts get longer until the chair is wet and there’s no denying he’s pissing himself, yet he still holds on because it feels so good. he’s seconds away from fully losing it, every leak is a little longer and feels so good, he feels the wave coming, the next urge that his exhausted muscles won’t be able to hold back.. and then it doesn’t. it doesn’t come out. instead a mind blowing orgasm hits him. he’s left gasping and shaking, fully dry humping his tight pants as he cums hands free inside them. it feels so fucking good he doesn’t even reach down to stroke himself through it, he just lets it wash over him , until his desperate thrusts feel overwhelming and the over sensitive head of his cock rubbing against the front of his wet, sticky pants makes me whine in overstimulation. immediately the urge to piss comes back ten times as strong and this time he really can’t hold it. he tries to, still reeling from his orgasm and brain fuzzy with pleasure m, but his exhausted body doesn’t last a minute before he’s losing it. a loud hissing sound hits the same spot cum stained his pants seconds ago. the relief itself feels orgasmic, his spent cock desperately twitching with each spurt, still half hard. aftershocks run through his body until he’s fully empty, which does take a minute because his exhausted muscles still try to lock up after having just cum despite not being strong enough to hold back anything. by the time the last drop leaves him, he’s back somewhere between shaking with relief and turned on beyond comprehension . he undoes his belt and pulls out his wet half hard cock with shaky hands. he furiously jerks off for less than ten strokes before a last spurt of pee escapes him and the sensation sends him over the edge again. he cums hard for second him all over himself and the floor this time.
as he lays his forehead against the desk in front of him to catch his breath he vaguely remembers he was meant to finish something work related.
