Subway Urination

By Thomas Cameron

Published on Aug 19, 2024

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Subway Urination

I don't remember the incident, as I was only two years old at the time. My parents took me to the photographer's studio to have my baby picture taken. There I was, sitting on the studio's table in my short white pants. At the very moment that the photographer clicked his camera, I pissed my pants. While they were extremely embarrassed, my parents decided to keep the picture for all the family to see. Unknowingly, that incident set my future in motion.

Fourteen years later, I was now 16 riding my bike in jeans and t-shirt after supper through a residential neighbourhood, when I had a sudden urge to urinate. There were no restaurants or gas stations around that I could use to relieve myself. I looked left and right for somewhere I could pee without being seen. OH HELL, NO! I just had to go. I felt my piss soaking through my underwear and looking down, I could see my jeans changing from a light blue to a much darker colour. My bike seat became slippery with the urine working its way toward my ass. I thought to myself that there was nothing I could now do so I continued biking and passing people walking outside who didn't notice that I had wet myself. I figured that since I was already wet, I would continue pedalling and eventually, when I had the urge again, I just let the piss flow. That was the first time I consciously wet myself but it was not the last.

A couple of years later, I was riding on the metro (subway) after an evening out in the clubs. As usual, when out clubbing, I was wearing my light-blue Levis that I had purposely rubbed in the crotch area so that one could see a bit of skin through the material. In the subway train there was a good-looking guy, about 25 years old, sitting across from me checking me out just as I was checking him. Since I was dressed commando, he could see that I had a hard on and he was openly eyeing my crotch where the jeans had been worn thin. I needed to piss, but it was not urgent, as I only had two more stations to go before my stop. The train began to slow down and I thought that it was because we were arriving at the next station, but no. The train stopped between the two stations and over the loudspeaker, we heard that the service was to be interrupted for at least a couple of hours.

My bladder was starting to tell me that the last couple of beers I had imbibed, were too many. I started to squirm and began squeezing my legs together. The guy in front of me was watching my discomfort and had his eyes riveted on my crotch with an excited look on his face and licking his lips. In my desperation, and not caring what he thought, I slid my hand down my jeans and brought my cock up behind my belt, relieving a bit of the pressure. I saw that his eyes never left my crotch and I then noticed that he was rubbing his own package. He looked up and saw me ogling his crotch and gave me a smile while passing his tongue over his lips.

Since we were the only two people in our train car, he leaned toward me and asked me if I really needed to piss. I answered yes and that I was having a hard time to hold it. He came over to my side of the train car and squatted down beside me. He placed his hand over my cock and slid it down towards my thigh where it was no longer being held by my belt. He squeezed the gland of my cock and my piss flowed like a fireman's hose -- all down my leg. I could see my piss oozing out between his fingers. Then I heard him moan and give out a big sigh and saw that he too had pissed himself. I immediately started to rub his wet jeans and could feel that he still had a boner. Since we were alone in the train car and no one could see what we were doing, we both stood up and unzipped our wet jeans. We took out our cocks and placed them inside each other's jeans and pissed. Our urine washed over our pubic hair and balls until we had nothing left. Eventually, the train started up again and when we arrived at my station, we left together and went to my apartment to give each other additional golden showers.

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