This is not my normal genre but I needed a change. This is pure fantasy inspired by a close call with an urgent need to piss. I hope you enjoy this one off story. Please feel free to write and comment, good or bad.
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I Lost Control
My wife is an ER nurse at the local hospital. She normally doesn't work Saturdays but was working this Saturday, filling in for a friend who had extended her vacation. That left me alone all day. I was going to make repairs to our deck in the back yard. Our yard was fenced in with a six foot high fence, affording us a very private back yard so my wife and I could sun bath nude.
I had been working all morning and was close to finishing but ran short of nails. I broke for lunch, a sandwich and a beer. Well, actually a couple of beers. I figured I better get to the big box lumber store before I had any more beers so I grabbed my keys and headed out. I was going to piss before I left but it wasn't urgent so I'd wait until I got back.
The lines at the store were typical Saturday lines, long and filled with customers who had picked items with no tags so almost every customer held up the line. The urge to piss was getting stronger. I detoured to the men's room only to find it closed for cleaning. Back in line with a full bladder wanting to be emptied. I got through the line and walked quickly to my truck. I was only 2 miles from home when traffic came to a stand still. There was an accident and the two lanes on my side of the road were blocked. I was squirming and squeezing my legs together, trying to hold my piss. The cop at the scene was only letting a few cars go at a time. Every time I had to hit the brakes to stop, a little piss seeped out of my cock. The situation was getting desperate. By now I could feel a wet spot growing in my jeans. I looked for a gas station or some place that I could run in and use the men's room but then looked down and the wet spot was very prominent so I opted not to get out anywhere in public. I was just going to have to wait it out, as painful and embarrassing as it was getting to be.
I finally was waved past the accident and drove as quickly as I dared to get home. By now I was leaking more often and more escaping. I pulled into the driveway and jumped out of the truck. I wanted to go in the back door and not dribble piss on the rug if I went in the front door in the condition I was in.
Sally was the hot blond who lived next door. Her husband was a long haul driver and would be away for weeks at a time. She was very friendly and I always thought she was flirting with me when he wasn't home when in actuality she was probably just being friendly and my imagination was playing with my mind. She had several flower gardens in their yard and she was often tending to her flowers, dressed very scantly to enjoy the sun and the summer heat.
She saw me scurrying to the back gate and called out to me.
"Bert, come see the beautiful roses I just cut," walking towards the lower fence that separated our driveways. She was wearing one of her skimpy string bikinis, barely constraining her huge tits.
I didn't want to be rude so I stopped to talk and had to lean against the fence to hide the wet spot in my jeans. The pain in my bladder was very real as I crossed my legs and felt some more leakage, more than all the previous drips combined. She came right up to the fence and held the roses right in front of her chest.
"Are they beautiful? She innocently asked. I gazed right past the flowers and was staring at her soft round mounds of woman hood.
"Magnificent!" I responded.
"Would you like to take them with you?" she asked with a smile on her face. Definitely flirting. I want to reach right out and pull of her top and do as she offered and take them with me. But she was talking about the flowers.
My cock has chubbed up at the view in front of me. Now I had an uncomfortable boner in my tight jeans and piss dribbling down my legs. Just then her husband came out of the back door and hollered to his wife.
"Jane, I got back early. Come in the house."
"I'll be right there. I was just showing Bert my roses. Here, Bert, take these with you and be sure and put them in water," as she turned and ran to greet her husband.
I hesitated briefly so she wouldn't see my wet jeans as I walked clumsily with my legs crossed towards my back gate. As soon as I got in the gate, more piss escaped totally soaking my left pant leg. I tripped going up the stairs to the deck and landed on my back on the edge of the deck. I gave up all pretense of getting to the bathroom and just let it all go. My stiff cock was bent sideways and making it not only uncomfortable but hurting to piss. I undid my jeans and pulled my stiff cock out, aiming it straight up as I relieved myself, spraying hot clear beer piss all over me. My jeans were completely soaked and my T-shirt was wet from just below my nipples down to my waist. It felt fantastic to have an empty bladder. I was still holding my stiff cock and out of habit, I shook it a few times as if this had been a normal piss. As I did my mind flashed back to Jane's huge tits. What the hell, I might as well stroke one out while I'm laying here covered in my urine. Her gorgeous melons burned in my memory and my cock wet with piss had me aroused like I couldn't have ever thought possible. I could feel myself getting close to releasing a load of a different kind so I slowed down to make it last. Finally I felt it was time to finish. I gripped myself tighter and sped up until my cock shot a fountain of cum up in the air, six strong spurts, coming down to add to the wetness already covering me. I slowed my stroke to a gentle pull or two. From the bottom of the stairs, I heard a voice, scarring the shit out of me.
"Wow, Mr Jenkins, that was pretty awesome," said Wendell, our paperboy.
Instinctively I tried to cover my exposed genitals. But my piss and cum covered clothes made any attempt at modesty futile.
"What the hell, Wendell, what are you doing here on Saturday?"
"I came by to collect yesterday when I delivered you paper but you weren't home. I saw you pull in your driveway so I figured I'd collect now."
"Jesus, can't you knock or something?" I yelled at him. I noticed he had a prominent tent in his athletic shorts he was wearing. Evidently he had enjoyed the show.
"I thought you'd just be on the deck relaxing. When I saw what you were doing I didn't want to interrupt you. I know how frustrating that can be," he giggled as he walked up the stairs.
I was about to stand up when he came right up to me and commented,
"You missed a few spots," and pulled out his dick, standing straight and hard. Pretty impressive for a fifteen year old. He aimed his cock at my upper body, the only dry place on me and let go a stream of piss from his sweet looking boner.
"Stop it right now, or else!" I threatened.
"Or else what, you're going to tell your wife or my mother that I was finishing what you started? I think not," as he continued to wave his cock back and forth, making sure to cover every inch of me that I had missed. Some splashed on my chin so I licked it off without thinking.
"Oh, you're thirsty as well?" and directed his stream towards my mouth.
I closed my mouth tightly and refused to take any of his piss in my mouth. I didn't want any to go up my nose either so I was holding my breath and had my eyes closed. I felt him stop soaking me as he commanded me to open my mouth.
"Open your mouth before you run out of air."
I still had my eyes shut when I felt his cock touch my lips. My eyes shot open to see him grinning down as me.
"That's it, open nice and wide. I want my finish to be even better than yours," and proceeded to push into my mouth.
I tried to resist but he had the advantage over me.
"Be a good boy and nobody will know what happened here today. If you don't, I'll show everyone the pictures I took before you knew I was here."
I had no idea if he actually took any pictures but I couldn't risk it. He was already in my mouth so I thought, what the hell, suck him off and be done with it. He grabbed my head and pulled me against him so I couldn't pull off him as he shot his load of teenage cum in my mouth. I was gagging as he commanded me to swallow.
"Don't gag yourself, just swallow it and enjoy the taste. You'll get used to in no time."
Get used to it? What the fuck is he talking about? This is a one and done, period.
"No way, we're never doing anything like this again. Now get the hell out of my yard. You're fired as our paperboy."
"No, I'm not. Although no would blame me for quitting if I showed them the pictures of the pervert I was delivering to, would they?" he smirked.
"You don't have any pictures, you're bluffing!" I screamed at him, hoping like hell I was right.
"You mean I don't have these pictures?" as he took out his phone and showed me pissing on myself and then jerking off.
"You little bastard! Erase them right now!" I demanded.
"I'm going to keep them. They'll come in handy the next time I need to tell you about the forecast of a shower, a golden shower that is. Like every Friday afternoon when I come to deliver the paper and collect. See you next week," as he jumped off the deck and ran for the gate.
As I lay there on my back, covered in piss and cum, the taste of his cum still in my mouth, I contemplated the situation I had gotten myself into. I wasn't sure I was comfortable with it but there really wasn't much I could do about it. Suddenly it hit me, I better get my ass up and clean up before someone else came through the gate and found me. Stripping off my clothes on the deck, my mind wandered back to the sight of Wendell's teenage cock streaming piss all over me and then how it felt in my mouth. My cock stiffened up immediately. But this time I was going to go inside to satisfy my horny urges.