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just a late 20s guy with a disgusting sideblog any pronouns goes without saying, minors dni

[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

[crybabycrisis-deactivated202304]

your fave is currently laying in his bed, face flushed and sweaty, chest heaving as he fucks into his fist while moaning your name and wondering what the weight of your body would feel like bouncing in his lap in rhythm of his pumps

[ambroseaphrodisiac]

dubcon where the guy getting his dick sucked is the victim please and thank you.

[heartbreakincident]

writing your fave having sex with with their love interest is OUT writing your fave shamefully jerking off and coming pathetically fast at just the idea of fucking their love interest is IN

[omoghouls]

idk if this is anything but,,, yknow how in the book people assumed stratt and grace were in a relationship? hear me out:

grace is having accidents so often, which usually results in stratt whisking him away to her office to help him clean up and change. and grace is so very stubborn (and just bad at realising) when he needs to pee, always trying to keep working. soooo it’s not super far-fetched for people to assume that it’s some sort of kink thing for them,,, which it isn’t-! (or maybe it is subconsciously, whichever you prefer hehe) grace is horrified when he hears that people have assumed that they’re just not very good at keeping their kinky stuff private, but part of him thinks it’s somehow even more embarrassing to have to admit that no, he’s just… really bad at holding in his pee…

- 🪐

YESSSSSS OMFGGGG

"Huh, these two really ARE kinky, really giving you and DuBois a run for yalls money," a scientist mumurs to Shapiro as they watch Stratt drag a very soggy and leaky Grace back to her office (definitely hearing her saying stuff like "we're going to need to supply more backup pants" or "honestly Grace? You couldn't wait 5 more minutes?")

Omfggg and one day Ilyukhina just point blank ask, "so, do you two fuck after you piss yourself or is that enough to satisfy Stratt?"

Grace spits out his food and sputters, "wh-what???"

Ilyukhina just lazily stretches, "it's obvious to everyone. Stratt makes you hold it, you piss yourself or almost, then the *fun* happens behind that closed office door."

Grace's face is a deep red, wanting to flee because oh god everyone thinks this is some kinky power dynamic- but the idea of admitting that,,,no Grace is just a piss pants man who neglects his bladder until it ultimately goes,,that is somehow even MORE embarrassing~

[penisu]

[pissbuddysrevived]

when theres no fanfics on ao3 of my incredibly niche fav pissing themselves and needing to be comforted

[puppyslutposting]

Concealing an erection is SOOOO fucking hot to me. I love to fantasize about seeing someone's face go bright red as they slam a pillow over their lap, chuckling nervously and sweating. Just knowing they're red hot and throbbing under there, their body BEGGING them to give in and fuck already. Trying to tuck it into the waistband of their boxers with shakey hands, and ultimately giving up when their boner just pulls their boxers away from their body. Eventually giving in and excusing themselves to the bathroom to "handle it" quickly. Ughhhhh

[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.

[pissradio]

Desperate to pee at the bar - ThisVid.com

The hottest desperation video I've ever seen. Watch desperate to pee at the bar on ThisVid, the HD tube site with a largest gay pissing coll

oh i did find a full version of this video again!! its my all time favorite, the buildup is so good and i love his squirming. if you jerk it to this you legally need to tell me cuz its my favorite :3

[ash-isnt-desperate]

any chance we could get the story leading up to your little... incident last night? (no pressure if you don't wanna ofc)

ofc !!

I started holding kinda by accident, had a tea and some water just going about my evening and a few hours later i had to go so I just thought why not yk... not go?

anyway I then spun a wheel that's somewhere floating around on tumblr and got told to drink 3 cups of water, another wheel told me to hold for 3 hours (that was never happening). I chugged the first 2 cups at my bathroom sink and was literally dancing through the whole thing, I could NOT stay still, I was tapping my feet and fidgeting with my clothes it was so intense... I took the last cup back to bed and tried to get through it as quickly as possible because every sip felt like pure torture.

Pretty much as soon as I got done with the 3rd cup i decided I was gonna really test myself and go on a walk, I changed into some tight black shorts that wouldn't show leaks as well and grabbed my keys to head out.

now at this point I know damn well I'm not making it 3 hours, the timer I set has 2½ left and I'm struggling to walk down the street looking normal. I also know that the cold only makes me need to pee worse and it's not exactly balmy out. But, another thing about me is that I don't really leak and have only managed a genuine accident once (with the help of someone giving me challenges) my bladder doesn't just give out on me without my giving it grief first. So knowing this, I'm thinking I'm gonna wander through the woods, maybe let out a couple cheeky leaks and get home even squirmier than before WRONG! I'm walking with my thighs pressed as tight together as possible (trying with all my might not to grab myself) once the gate to the park comes into view my need somehow doubles as if somewhere in my head I'd decided that was a safe place to let go. I get just about on the other side of the gate before I'm full on potty dancing, like shuffling around, jumping, hands between my legs, the whole shebang. I also notice that the crotch of my shorts isnt quite as dry as i thought it would be... my walk here wasn't as controlled as i thought. I'm more desperate than I've ever been outside my house and everything in me is saying to just pull my shorts down and take a leak in the bushes.

but why would I do that? I ignored that little voice and pushed myself farther than I ever have before (atleast without someone else helping me) and continue my dancing. Eventually, I end up pretty much just stuck in place and I feel a huge leak like this isn't just making a little wet patch this is dripping on the ground. I mean I can stand by what I said earlier, I'm not a leaker, because I didn't even manage to stop that leak properly before my bladder clamped down and forced a good quarter of my bladder out (leaving that lovely puddle you saw last night) it ran down the back of my legs and I was staggering around in complete shock.

I managed to regain enough control to continue my walk with relative ease (the intense desperation was gone). I got maybe 5 minutes further into the woods before it came back tenfold though and I lost the rest of my bladder to the ground (there may or may not be pictures/videos of this) at this point I decided it was time to get the fuck home, my walk back left wet footprints and a couple teeny tiny puddles where anything left in there dripped out.

so yeah! that's the tale! I'll try post atleast a picture of the final puddle if this site is nice today ;)

[kysluts]

jerking him off and then keeping my hand still just as he’s about to cum and watching him desperately thrusting into it while whining and begging me to help him.

[vmprz]

did u know if u grab a boy’s head and fuck his mouth with your fingers eventually you can see his pretty little mind going dumb as he turns into a flustered drooling little slut for you? #lifehacks

[prettysheepy]

The idea of getting eaten out through my panties...the thin fabric between your tongue and my clit, getting more and more soaked from spit and how wet your teasing is getting me...whining and begging you to take them off of me and give me the real thing because I'm so worked up and sensitive and needy...😵‍💫🥰

[omo-goose]

youre into piss, right?

i've had strep throat for almost a week. whoever created the universe should be imprisoned for inventing strep throat. and if it was the cosmos or whatever i vote for an immediate heat death of the universe. my throat is super scratchy and uncomfortable, and the only thing that seems to relieve it is drinking water. so i have been. drinking. water. all the time, non-stop, if water is available i will drink it. it's helped a lot with the pain.

but i have a tiny, weak as hell bladder that screams in protest every time the smallest amount of liquid goes into me, and lucky me, my body is very reactive when i need to pee. like, if my bladder is under any pressure, i'm squirming and pressing my knees together. a few hours ago i was in the middle of a research project (for college! i'm 20!) that i reallllyyyy wanted to get submitted before winter break ends, which is when it's due. i was wearing grey sweatpants and a spaghetti strap tank, no bra. so i'm at my desk with my laptop open, water bottle beside me, and i notice i have a bit of an urge to use the restroom. but like... it's so farrrrrrr... and it's not that bad yet... and i'm in the middle of something... so i sort of just shrugged it off and kept writing. i started shifting in my seat not long after this. my adhd was working overtime trying to focus on the project and ignore my body lol. i ended up putting one leg up on my chair, in such a way that i was sitting on my heel, to try and lessen the need. and of course my pussy starts throbbing.

i sort of started bouncing a little in my seat, not out of desperation, but for the sensation it gave my now very warm clit (jesus christ i'm shivering thinking about it rn). i moaned a little, but i told myself i needed to work and stopped pressuring my clit so much. i kept working for a while, periodically taking swigs from my water bottle (did you forget about the strep throat?) until eventually my need to pee felt pretty urgent. no matter what position i put myself in, the pressure in my bladder was not just noticeable but uncomfortable and distracting. i was squirming in my chair a fair bit at this point, but i'm a very stubborn person and just decided to grit my teeth and keep working. but my hands got all fidgety (i get kinda nervy when i really need to go) and i just stared at my document for minutes at a time, unable to put anything of substance down, even though i was torturing myself like this specifically to get work done.

and, uh, at some point during that phase, i actually started — oh god this is so embarrassing — i was doing a potty dance where i sat. like, full on, crossed legs, squirming and bouncing like a little kid who couldn't hold it much longer. my face must've been bright red at that point. my bladder was almost completely full, screaming at me to relieve it right now, but i couldn't do something so humiliating, even all alone. i absolutely refused to have an accident.

i was about to get up and make a beeline for the opposite side of my apartment (where the one bathroom happens to be, just my luck) when a forgotten guest named STREP THROAT reappeared, and i got into this bad coughing fit. with every cough my bladder pulsed and spasmed, leaks threatening to come through. i shoved my hand between my thighs and eventually regained control of myself... but just as i relaxed, a few drops of piss escaped and soaked my panties. i wanted to die. my bladder genuinely felt like it was about to give out. but my throat, at the same time, felt like it was dying, and it was painful to breathe. there was only one way to fix that. more water.

i actually whimpered when i realized what i had to do. "oh, god, no." but i couldn't wait too long to breathe. so, standing up and frantically rubbing my legs together, i grabbed my water bottle and took a tiny sip, but it wasn't enough. i had to take a huge gulp to get the ache to settle down. and i swear it went straight through me. i didn't know water could get to your bladder that fast. my bladder was throbbing now, swelled with liquid, absolutely full to capacity. and as i stood there, legs shaking underneath me, i realized something: if i didn't run, immediately, i was actually about to soak my pants and panties.

i. ran. i fumbled with the doorknob for a few seconds, and another leak escaped, this time leaving a drip stain on my sweats, but i didn't have the time or the mental capacity to berate myself. my whole brain was just going, PISS!!PISS!!PISS!! i sprinted through the kitchen/living room, finally reaching the bathroom door, feeling so, completely, utterly full...

when i managed to get the door open and got myself through, i, ugh... latchkey incontinence is an absolute bastard. i saw the toilet, lid open, in the corner of my tiny bathroom, and the mental association between absolute desperation and safe release was too much for my bladder to handle. i felt myself leak, nothing new... but the leak turned into a spurt, a spurt to a stream, and no matter how tight i crossed my legs, or how many panicked little "nonononono"s i whispered under my breath, or how hard i squeezed my hand between my thighs, there was absolutely nothing i could do to stop myself from helplessly wetting myself right in front of my own toilet. my accident must've lasted thirty seconds at least, probably more. i didn't even try to get the last of my piss in the toilet. the relief was too overwhelming. writing this is reliving the complete and total humiliation i felt in that moment. i genuienly don't think i've ever been more embarrassed, even though nobody was there to see, because i'm 20 years old and i fucking pissed myself! but, also, i'm touching myself as i type. so. pros and cons.

moral of the story: everyone has a limit, no matter how stubborn you are, so if your body is saying go right now, go piss girl. also, strep throat has one good quality: it can, in a roundabout way, be unexpectedly sexy.

stares you with big heart eyes hehehe

thank you for sharing, I bet it felt really relieving to let it all out even if it was all down your pants, you probably made suuuuch cute noises whining and whimpering trying to hold it ^w^

everyone giving you loves and cuddles if you want to comforts you if you need it, hopes you feel better darling 💖💖💖

[squiirming]

lazy Saturday morning omo where she wakes up needing to piss but wants to sleep in more, so she rolls over and ignores her need. every time she’s pulled away from sleep, she just readjusts herself, first simply laying on her side with her legs together, but soon bunching up her blankets tight between her thighs. eventually, her bladder won’t let her go back to sleep fully, but she still doesn’t want to get up, still wants to relax and doze off, so she pulls the covers tighter and crosses her ankles for good measures. the pressure her legs feels good when she shifts and squeezes, and she soon has to in order to keep control. subtle thigh clenching becomes occasional rubbing and eventually desperate little ruts while she pulls the cover tighter up. when it reaches the point of really urgent, the level of desperation where she knows she’s going to start leaking soon if she doesn’t bolt now, she’s muffling moans in her pillow and humping the blanket from more than just desperation. her thin pyjama shorts are wet long before she leaks, sticking to her quivering pussy and swollen little clit. every time it rubs on the covers, she feels herself pulse inside and add to the wetness. when she first leaks, she doesn’t even feel the difference because of how wet she already is, only experiencing a flash of heat before it joins with the rest. gasping, she crosses her legs, the cover still trapped between them, and hastens her pace. when the drops turn to full spurts, she only doubles down on her grinding. heat rises inside her with every thrust against the wet material and every pulse of warmth. there’s a growing wet spot on the blankets, one that’s approaching real troublesome to deal with, but she’s too turned on and too close to care. she keeps spurting, keeps humping and biting down breathless little gasps of pleasure, and every time it feels like a tantalizing glimpse of the orgasm building up. when she loses control for several long seconds, a loud hiss resonates and she almost panics, pulling the covers as tight as she can between her legs. the flow dims, is forced to stop by sheer pressure, she trembles, and then her muscles throb again, allowing another spurt out, and that’s when she finally comes. it takes her almost by surprise, and quite violently too. she gasps, tenses all over, and shivers, as her pussy uncontrollably throbs and clenches down. she humps hard and fast with no rhythm or reason, rubbing her clit right into the covers, as she squirts and gushes all over them. by the time pleasure starts receding, she’s shaking and unable to keep holding at all. she finally empties the rest of her bladder, letting go of all the tension in her body, allowing it to happen now that it’s too late anyways. she gently grinds through it, savouring the aftershocks and the relief of finally letting go.

seems like this Saturday will be a laundry day then.

[timestuff2]