he catches me, though. he always does. I wrap my arms around him and the last thing i remember is his soft kisses, the quickly cooling feeling of his wet pant leg and the sound of the drip drip drip on the floor

the strength of my stream stretching my urethra extends my orgasm longer than i can manage, my body is so close to going limp

the warmth of my piss seeping through his pants, running down in streams on both our legs, making the ever growing puddle on the floor grow while the pressure in my bladder deflates. the feeling is like a warm, soothing balm; a biological aftercare

the pressure gets too much, his intense gaze is too much.. i- i let go.
the opening of my bladder blooms such pleasure that my orgasm comes crashing through me- wave upon wave of release gushing out of my body in trembles of bliss