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Author: mplsboi1983 Published: 2/20/2007 story views: 2789
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walk down the street. It was now mid-afternoon. The sun was hot. I was out of soda; out of ideas for people to notice me and say something. Until it hit me. And I mean it hit me like a tidal wave. I had to piss, and I had to piss now.
I was about a mile and a half away from my house. It was then that I made the decision. I was gonna piss in my pants. The street and the sidewalk were busy, classes were done and people were out and about. So when I reached the stoplight and pushed the crosswalk button, I began to let the yellow river flow! And it just kept going! Finally, somebody honked and pointed at me.
When I looked down I knew what I had done would surely get me the attention I wanted! My once white track pants were soaked, and tinted slightly yellow, but now transparent as well! You could plainly see the outline of my cock.
I just about burst! Instant wood, I'm telling you! The light changed to walk, and I walked as slow as possible across the street, every car honking, every person I passed saying, "Dude, you pissed your self; Damn, look at that; or hey dude you’re fucking sick."
I had reached my goal, and by the time I hit the other side of the street not only was I soaking wet, I had a raging hardon! I could have creamed in my pants right there! My hardon was the only thing holding up my soaking wet, heavy pants. It was the biggest rush ever.
I took my time walking the rest of the way home, absorbing every honk, every gawk, every insult, every comment. I was in ecstasy! It was phenominal! By the time I made it home I just had to jerk off. When I hit the front step I took off my track pants, left them on the front step to dry, and began to jack off as I entered the porch to my buddies’ and my house.
I sat on that screen porch, as normal, and just pounded my meat until I was ready to burst. Then I got up and blew my load all over the screen. I don't know what was hotter - the chance of my roommates coming home and catching me, or a neighbor or a passerby seeing me and calling the cops. All I knew was that it was one of the best days, and the best jackoffs I had ever had.