Hmmmmmmmmmm... no 😊

The last dribbles fell onto your shorts as your daddy spun you back around with a grin.

“Hmm. Guess you did need help after all~”

You tried to speak but your boyfriend cut you off with a quick kiss. You settled instead for a needy moan.

“Wait here baby. Daddy has to buy you some new clothes.” 🌞

“Is that right?”

You saw the evil glint too late. With a flourish he let you go, your stream no longer aimed.

“D-DADDY!”

Pee spattered onto the ground and soaked your clothes with big dark stains. You fought to get your stream under control, but it was already too late.

“You’re doing it buddy! Such a talented little boy.”

You squirmed at his praise feeling him press close. You weren’t the only one who was starting to get hard.

You looked up to him with a blush, a quiver in your voice. “I-I didn’t really need help though. I’m big… I could’ve done it myself.”

With a spurt at first and then a stream, you let go of your bladder and began to pee. With his expert touch, your boyfriend guided the stream, a gentle pitter patter filling the air as you went wee in the potty. His lips brushed your cheeks as you gasped, soaking in your humiliation.

Your eyes closed, willing every fibre in your body to obey. Your bladder ached for relief, fighting against your rapidly stiffening cock. Your boyfriend continued to massage. Your inhibitions melted under his touch, his whispers allayed all your fears and then…

You ~released~

“Aww, baby. Is your winky feeling shy?”

He held you close, body pressed into yours as he rocked you slowly. A hand came up to rub your tummy, probing and pressuring your bladder, making you let out anxious whine.

“Shhhhh~ Shhhhh~ Just relax… relax for daddy...”

“Come on buddy, go wee~”

His voice was electricity coursing through you, you could feel it in every nerve. You tried to relax, doing your best to go wee, but it felt unbearable, your mind filling with mental blocks. This wasn’t right. You couldn’t go like this. You didn’t need his help.

Brushing your hands aside, he prompted you to lift your shirt. Your arms stayed high and out of the way as you held the fabric clear. Daddy held you tight, one arm around your waist, the other gently holding your little member. His breath felt hot on your cheek.

Spun around, his hands fondled at your belt. With the clasp free, Daddy pulled your shorts all the way down, so they pooled at your ankles and left your little legs bare. He cupped your bottom with a soft hand.

“I guess I can let you stand today. So long as you let daddy take care of the rest."

He closed the door and slid the lock, forcing the two of you close

“Relax buddy. Lots of daddies go into the stall to help out their little guys. Now, should I let you stand or sit? Little boys usually sit~”

“JASON,” you hissed.

“What? The bathroom’s empty. I can tease you as much as I want.”

“Don’t dawdle buddy, we’ve gotta get you to the potty on time. Wouldn’t want to end up with wet pants.”

Your eyes darted nervously as you reached the bathroom, then widened again as your daddy followed you into the stall.

“Wh-what are you doing?!”

“Excuse me, could you point me to where the bathrooms are?”

He made a big show of asking one of the staff. When he got his answer, he smiled and pulled you with a tug. There was no doubt who the trip to the bathroom was for, as you stumbled along behind.

You knew it wasn’t worth complaining that you were an adult, as he led you through the aisles and the racks of clothes. However old your body may have been, your boyfriend had been crystal clear. You were a little boy. Your age was his discretion.

Special boy 🥰

Oh please, with those shoes? They knew ^^

Yessss. They might act all big and tough but they're really just little foals 😁