Sol made something akin to a whimpering sound (although he would never in his life admit it) and he pressed his thighs together, squirming a little.

His abdomen sloshed and pulsed with desire; but Sol just strapped on his seat belt, squirming feverishly, and told it to calm down. She looked very alarmed herself, and kept fidgeting around inside the small elevator space, as if she did not know what to do with herself. He felt embarrassed for doing such a thing to his boyfriend - forcing him to hold back his pee - but he knew that was what Sol wanted.Pressing his legs a little closer together, Sol jerked forward, a sudden spasm overtaking his tired bladder.

He was rocking and squirming in a frantic, hectic pace, his whole body curled forward, shrunken into itself.Damien couldn't think about it anymore; his own eyes were burning with tears that he refused to let fall. The small release had not eased the pressure in her bladder very much; in fact, it was more as if it triggered her bladder to want to relieve itself fully, once it had started. Sol whirled around, and made an "oomph" noise as the tingles from the ground rushed to his full bladder; the quivering organ full and round with piss. But eventually, spurt after spurt turned into leak after leak, and before Sol could comprehend what was happening, steady, disjointed hissing sounds were filling the room.

Producers of Original Content may mention their other profiles and sites in comments on their own posts, so long as the majority of what they post here is free content.A series of twelve loosely connected stories about desperate men at Christmas time, adapted from the well-known rhyme from Twelve Days of Christmas. He knew it was horrible to lie to his boyfriend, but he was hoping Damien would take him home early because of his stomach ache. All he knew was that he stupid, and gross, and disgusting, and that he didn't have a father anymore.