Trevor’s Parking Lot Piss

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Half an hour into the drive Trevor’s bladder was already feeling the effects of the strain he was purposefully putting on it. He pulled into the drive through of a McDonalds, intending to use the bathroom there to reduce some of his discomfort. As he walked through the front doors, though, he started to get hard again thinking about how good it felt to have a full bladder. By the time he got to the urinals he had decided he didn’t want to empty his bladder fully; he would just let out a little bit to take the pressure off until his next stop.

In front of the urinal, he let his muscles relax just enough for a small stream to escape. His semi-erection made it hard to aim, and he inadvertently sprayed the tiled wall next to the urinal. After relieving the pressure, he put his penis back in his jeans and zipped back up. His bladder and urethra throbbed in protest, desperately wanting to empty, but he resisted.

On his way back to his car, he ordered a large Coke and a large milkshake from the front counter to take on his journey. The sun was shining brightly and he felt content and excited; his bladder still had the thrilling sensation of being full, but he had reduced the pain of overfullness. As he drove on he continually sipped on his drinks and absentmindedly stroked himself through his jeans, enjoying the feeling.

He soon noted, however, that his bladder was becoming uncomfortably bursa escort bayan full again and there wasn’t a bathroom in sight. He started to get a bit nervous; he really didn’t want to wet himself in his car. It would cost a fortune to get cleaned. The nearest establishment he could see on Google Maps was another McDonalds, 40 minutes away. He set his destination to the McDonalds and drove on, with his hand firmly clasped on his penis as often as he could take it off the steering wheel.

20 minutes later he was getting close to his absolute limit. Some drips had already escaped and warmed the inside of his underwear, but nothing visible on his jeans yet. He kept stroking his penis, the erection helping to reduce the desperation. He kept a constant look out for anywhere he could pull over and piss, but he was on the highway now and there were no pull-off areas he could stop his car out of sight of the road. His bladder bulged against the seatbelt and pee pushed up against the tip of his urethra. His breath had started to come out quickly, all his muscles straining against his full bladder. Trying to keep his eyes on the road, he prayed for the minutes on his Google Maps to count down more quickly to his relief.

Finally, after what felt like hours, he pulled into the McDonalds parking lot. Taking his hands off his steering wheel, bursa escort sitesi he reached down to undo his seatbelt — and the gentle movement forced a spurt of pee to begin shooting out into his pants. He quickly released the seatbelt and shoved both hands into his crotch to stop the stream. His heart raced with anxiety and excitement. The feeling of pee forcing its way out of him uncontrollably reminded him of all those times at the Root Awakening conference, and he felt his cock harden under his tight grip.

More pee escaped into his pants, and he knew he had to act quickly if he didn’t want to pee in his car. In one swift movement, he released his crotch, opened the car door and sprang out to the ground, ready to run into the McDonalds bathrooms. The very first step he took out of the car caused his bladder muscles to fail and opened the floodgates. Piss began rushing out in a torrent into his pants. Quickly pivoting around, he turned back to face his car and dropped to one knee on the concrete, banging his knee painfully. Frantically, he ripped open his fly and pulled his already-pissing cock out of his zipper. A splash of pee sprayed wildly into his open car door before he was able to point it down at the ground.

Trevor groaned with relief and his body sagged forwards as he unleashed an absolute torrent of piss onto the parking lot. A thick clear stream poured from his cock, splashing quietly on the ground beside his car and quickly forming a large puddle. The pee began to soak into the knee of his jeans that he knelt on, but he didn’t care — the relief and pleasure he felt overrode any other emotions. The puddle grew larger and larger, and he heard cars driving past, but he was beyond caring about anything but his piss. Even if he wanted to stop, there was no way he could end the flow; his bladder had a mind of its own, and it was going to empty itself now one way or another.

Finally, Trevor’s stream began to die down. His cock was hardening again, and he had to push down firmly to keep it pointed at the ground instead of his car. He felt blinded by pleasure, and he couldn’t resist stroking his cock a few times while he pushed out the last few spurts. Stumbling to his feet he stuffed his penis back into his jeans and zipped them up. He sat back in his car, door still open, and took stock of his situation. His dark jeans had a long wet streak down his left leg to the knee, and his right knee was totally soaked from kneeling in his piss. His puddle extended out from his car to the middle of the parking lot and was gently running towards the nearest drain.

He didn’t know if anyone had seen him pissing; and even if they had, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He was far from his hometown, nobody would recognise him here. He slammed his door shut and immediately made his way to the drive through window — he needed to get more fluids into his bladder so he could repeat this feeling as many times as possible over his coming wet weekend.