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Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, which features sexual activity. If you do not want to read such a story, or it is illegal for you to do so because of your age or where you live, I'd recommend that you leave immediately.
Wet drive to a meeting
I had to drive 150 miles to another city for a company meeting.
I got up early, had my morning glass of orange juice, and my always-necessary cup of coffee and off for a boring session with the top brass. Not wanting to arrive with a crumpled suit, I threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, hung my suit and dress shirt on a hanger, and out the door I went. The weather was nice and warm, with a clear sky and only wispy clouds on the horizon, great weather for a long, uneventful drive. Even with the air conditioner on, the hot sun made me fee dry and thirsty, so I stopped at a gas station and bought a bottle of Gatorade to quench my dry throat.
Everything was great, until about twenty kilometres (twelve miles) later, traffic slowed down appreciably, probably due to someone having a flat tire. Pretty soon, traffic came to a complete stand-still. I kept the engine running so as to keep the air conditioner working, but after a long half-hour, worried that I might run out of gas, I shut down the motor.
Another thirty minutes passed by, and I started to have second thoughts about that Gatorade I had chugged down, and throwing the bottle on the floor of the back seat. Time ground on and I was getting more and more uncomfortable with wanting to urinate. I started to open and close my legs to help my bladder to hold everything back. If only I would be close to an exit so that I could find a secluded area to urinate, but no such luck. As chance would have it, there were only cars (no trucks or busses) on both my right and left sides, so no one could see my predicament. Getting more and more desperate, I put my hand down the waist of my jeans and pulled my cock up behind my belt. This reduced the urge to pee for a while. I could feel a drop of urine escape the tip of my penis, but could not see anything that would indicate any problem. Another drop seeped out of my cock, and, in trying to see if there was any damage, my cock slipped out from behind my belt and had nothing to stop the flow of urine. I could feel the hot piss filling my underwear and jeans. Warm liquid ran down my now hard cock, into my pubic hairs, around my balls and into my ass crack. I was soaking wet from my waist to my knees and there was nothing I could do about it. I could feel another blast coming from my bladder and this time I did nothing to stop it. It actually felt very good, and my cock was as hard as a rock.
Since nobody could see what was going on in my car, I took out my cock, and with the piss-soaked underwear, I jerked off, sending a hell of a great load of cum into my jockey briefs. After another two hours, the traffic started up again and I was able to find an exit, where I stripped off my wet jeans and cum-filled underwear, put on my suit. I had a long hot shower on arriving at my hotel.
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