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Cyrus, a 25 year old cook, had just punched out and decides to sit at the bar for a pint. As he sat enjoying his craft brew he contemplated about what he should do with his evening, although it turned out better than any plan he would have made. His wife was at home with a friend watching a chick flick so he had little desire to leave anytime soon.

The longer he sat there the more of his colleagues punched out and joined him. Soon one pint turned into two, then three, them he stopped counting.

Several times Cyrus had to use the washroom at the bar. He would always try and hold it for a while, trying to ignore the sensation. The longer he held it the more ended up fogiting: running his ha d through his short brown hair, tapping his calloused hands against his firm biceps. Eventually, he would give in and head to the men’s room. He always waited as long as he safely could because he loved to feel desperate and loved the weight in his bladder.

Whenever he did have to use the restroom he tried to enjoy it as much as possible. He would walk up the urinal, undo his tight jeans and release his cock. Soft he was only about 4 inches long, nothing impressive but he was proud his dick none the less. Once he’d pulled his cock out he liked to rub it a bit before letting loose. It’s warmth felt good in his hand. Once he had relaxed a bit he would aim his dick toward the urinal and let casino oyna loose. After holding it in so long taking a piss felt amazing, so good Cyrus would often let out a soft moan as he felt his bladder empty. The sound of his strong stream hitting porcelain always turned Cyrus on a bit. He liked to piss and he liked it better when people could notice him. After we was done Cyrus would shake himself off and put his dick back in his pants before washing his hands and returning to the bar. It was always more difficult to put back than it was to take out since pissing in public always have him a semi.

Eventually Cyrus decided he should head home because he had to work in the morning. He settled his tab, took on last piss, and headed for the bus. His first bus showed up quickly and he arrived at his connection early. He began to feel some pressure in his bladder but wasn’t worried. He was a pro at holding his piss. He walked around the corner to his second bus a checked the schedule. Damn, it was going to be almost an hour before his second bus would should up to take him home. Now Cyrus began to worry. He could hold his bladder for quite a while, but he’d had a lot to drink and an hour was a very long time.

In order to prevent disaster Cyrus began walking towards home. He knew he couldn’t beat the bus but he did hope he could find somewhere safe to pee. In the meantime, walking helped keeping canlı casino his mind off his ever filling bladder.

As he walked Cyrus scoped safe places to step aside for a piss. He still felt fairly confident so he had time to be picky. One place had nice thick hedges to hide behind, but it was well lit. The next place was nice and dark but the cops were across the street dealing with a car accident. The third place didn’t have anyway to block the view from the busy road.

By now about twenty minutes had go e by and Cyrus had become quite desperate. His eyes were darting side to side trying to find somewhere safe to piss but the road was so busy and there were so many houses near by. He didn’t want to get caught and sent to jail for having his dick out. The pressure in his bladder increased and he was starting to walk funny. He considered sitting at a bus stop and pulling his pants down slightly, maybe no one would notice what was happening. But what if they did? He would be in full view of the road and it wasn’t late enough for the traffic to stop.

Just as he thought pissing himself might be the only safe option he saw it. A small field with a few trees and a small burn to block site from the road. Cyrus wanted to run but didn’t want to draw suspicion. He slowly walked into the field and behind one of the trees. He undid his fly whipped out his cock and let loose. His piss kaçak casino hit the tree so hard it splattered back and almost landed on his pants. The relief felt so good Cyrus moaned uncontrollably, closing eyes, getting lost in the moment.

Cyrus pisses for what seemed like forever. The longer he pissed the better it felt. He felt bold with his dick exposed to the world, cars whizzing by. The warm summer breeze on his cock felt good and the beers made him reckless. As his piss slowly stopped Cyrus shook off his cock like normal, but he didn’t stop there.

Cyrus began stroking his cock, staring at the traffic going by. Knowing he could be caught any moment only made him more excited. Quickly his average 4 inch cock turned into a 9 inch masterpiece as it got harder and harder. It wasn’t long before precum began glistening at the tip of his uncut cock. He slowed down his movements, really wanting to enjoy the moment. He held his dick firmly with both hands and slowly pumped in and out. He tried to keep up his slow pace for as long as possible but he didn’t last long. Soon he found himself fucking his hands as hard as he could. He let out a loud moan and came hard as ropes of cum he the tree he was hiding behind. Cyrus could feel his whole body begin to relax as the final spurts of cum left his dick.

He quickly whiped the remaining semen off his dick and licked it off his hand. He carefully pulled his still hard cock into his pants and did them up and quickly ran to the closest bus stop. The bus showed up moments later and Cyrus hopped on, relieved and figuring out when he could do that again.

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