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This story is for Michael
Title: - Can't Hold It Part 2
My friend, who saw me pissing in my jeans in front of him, was now apologetic and tried to assure me that he did not continue talking on purpose about piss while I was in such dire straits. However, he had to admit that the sight of me pissing in my jeans really turned him on. I replied that, while it was true that his words forced me to urinate before him, I had always wanted to see what it would be like to pee myself in public, and was reassured that the normal reaction would be that of pity rather than that of scorn.
My roommate walked with me back to our dorm and he opened up to me about his own fantasies and fetishes. He also asked me if I enjoyed the smell of my urine. I confessed that I did in fact like to sniff my hands whenever I had the chance to piss all over them. He then opened up to me and told me that he belonged to a group of men who, although they did not partake in gay sex, got together once a week with gay guys like my roommate to be adulated as kings. I tried to know more about these meetings, but my friend said to wait until the next week and he would introduce me to new horizons of gay sex.
The next week, as promised, we went to an out-of-the-way garage that was no longer in business. Inside, there were five very good-looking bears who had been working all week on a construction site and had not taken a shower in anticipation of this meeting. The odour of unwashed bodies was many times what one smells in a gym filled with sweating men. I mentally thanked my roommate for bringing me here, because, for me, the smell was heavenly. When alone in my dorm, I often stuffed my dirty, piss-stained undies under my nose and inhaled what I called perfume. All five bears now lowered their scruffy jeans and the scent of sweat, piss, and shit immediately filled the entire space. I happily groveled before each of them, smelling and licking their armpits and burying my nose into their stinking crotch. I eagerly shoved their yellow and brown stained underwear into my mouth, savouring every individual taste. I was so engrossed in pleasing these men, that I completely forgot where I was and with whom. So much so, that I, in my excitement, started to piss in my jeans, and once started, I could not stop. I was worried about how these bears would react seeing me in my wet jeans. Would they beat me up? But no, they actually enjoyed the spectacle and said that they wanted me to return the week later and to drink lots of water beforehand.
This is the conclusion of Can't Hold It.