A Very Wet Mess - Omorashi ficlet.
Contains male omorashi
Aaron swore quietly under his breath, he needed to pee. He’d been feeling it since lunch, and public restrooms are disgusting, so, he’d waited until he got home.
Brass keys jingled as he ripped them from his blazer pocket. He took a breath, he literally just had to open the door, go upstairs and to the toilet.
Unlocking the door seemed to take minutes, relief spread throughout his entire body as it opened. The house was dark, lights off. Unsurprising considering his brother was out at work, along with his parents.
He eyed the stairs, feeling his bladder throb painfully. All he drank were sports drinks, naturally diuretic. He should probably stick to flavoured water. What he needed to do was stop thinking about liquid. He whined, almost pitifully, as he stepped up once. His hand was firmly buried into his crotch, hoping to relieve some of the pressure.
He would not piss himself - not in his school uniform. It was expensive, not to mention his mum would find out. But he could feel his control slipping. God, he was so desperate.
Each step took and enormous amount of control. His legs trembled with exertion, his belt pressing tightly against his too-full bladder. He regretfully took one hand from between his taut thighs, almost losing control with that one movement. He had to stop, standing tensely as tears of pure desperation filled his eyes.
His left hand worked shakily one his belt, trying to undo the buckle and give him even the slightest amount of relief. He ripped it off the moment it came undone, not feeling any relief from the action. A choked sob escaped him, small trails of tears streaming from his eyes at the pain from his bladder.
Aaron’s foot landed heavily on the next step, he could feel his body protesting the movement with everything it had. Just six steps left. That’s all. He could do it. He pushed himself, feeling an unwelcome dampness on his fingers. He couldn’t tell if it was sweat, or pee. Shaky little breaths left his mouth as he finally reached the top of the stairs, he look to the left of him whether the bathroom was.
Just the thought of peeing was too much, he gasped as he felt his bladder voiding without permission. He couldn’t stop, pee was flooding from him, beginning to hit the carpet below him. He grabbed a towel from the pile of washing, shoving it gracelessly between his thighs as he moaned with relief. Whimpers and groans escaped him as pee gushed out of him.
He let himself fall onto his knees, towel still between his legs. Aaron gasped sharply as the towel stopping holding his liquid, pee spread below him, soaking his pants, shoes, socks and the carpet he sat on. But at the moment he didn’t care, the pure euthoria of finally releasing the contents of his bladder left him weak and tired.
He panted harshly as his stream came to an end. He let his eyes slip shut, still sitting in his own waste. God, that felt so good. He just sat, lost in the waves relief. Despite the feeling of relief, he was never getting that desperate again.