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Getting dragged to a frat party in his final year of college was not part of Brett’s plan.

“Please,” his best friend begged. “I haven’t been to one since sophomore year, and I need to get laid. All the guys in this frat are tens.”

“Ten thousand red flags,” he told her. Liza rolled her eyes.

“Come on, I’m sure there’s some queer members.”

Like that would entice an anti-party guy like Brett. Brett was about to graduate with honors because he stayed in. Granted, this has limited his undergrad experience, but he’s willing to make that sacrifice for the sake of a good masters program.

He was only human, though. And Liza really wanted to get some after her last breakup.

After they arrived at the party, however, it was quite clear Liza did not need Brett as a wingman. Brett desperately wanted to go home, but he knew Liza wasn’t safe in a situation like this.

The beer was cheap, he drank it quickly. He leaned against a wall, next to a makeout couch as Liza let some random guy grab her hips to dance.

Buddy system, be a good friend.

He could only be so good, in his misery, he took advantage of the free liquor.

He witnessed some meatheads attempt a keg stand. In the kitchen, to his surprise, was his crush.

It was embarrassing and childish to use the word “crush” at Brett’s grown age, but he couldn’t think of a better description. He shared multiple classes with this guy Steve. Brett was pretty sure he was on the baseball team. He was one of the only student athletes that didn’t seem arrogant and obnoxious, and he was smoking hot.

Brett promptly left the kitchen. He didn’t see Steve for the rest of the night.

He found himself discussing the last exam of a dickish professor with a girl from the class, Dee. Dee was touching Brett’s arm in a way that made him nervously out himself to her.

The conversation ended not long after that. Liza was now on the make out couch with her hands full. Brett couldn’t believe he fell for it, he knew she could handle herself.

He got another beer, drank it in the kitchen, and got too more.

All at once, he realized his bladder was full. Like, get to a bathroom right now, full. The ache in his abdomen made pee rush south, he clamped his legs together, stumbling, uneven. The alcohol hit him at the same time, and he had no idea where the bathroom was in this house.

He wretched open a closet door downstairs to reveal a girl on her knees. Oh god.

He wanted to grab his cock so bad. It hurt.

He was suddenly afraid he wasn’t gonna make it. He couldn’t be the guy that pissed himself at a party, he’d never live the shame down.

He passed by Liza again, she was kissing someone else now, she didn’t even look up from the girls neck. Whatever, she couldn’t help. He wobbled to the stairs, looking completely conspicuous. He could handle looking desperate, but he could not handle leaving here with stained pants.

His pants were black, but if a light shone on them, he’d be done for. He couldn’t risk it.

His shoulder bumped the wall as he slowly made his way upstairs, passing a girl dry heaving into a trash can.

Upstairs was filled with creaking bed frames and weed smoke. The first door he opened was an empty bedroom. The second was an occupied bedroom. The third, blissfully, was a bathroom.

Occupied.

Steve was in there, wearing nothing but his tiny shorts. He lost his shirt somewhere and his shorts were obscenely short, like something from the 1980s. He recalled there was a theme for this party he fully ignored, he didn’t know what it was.

Steve wasn’t using the bathroom, he was leaning against the sink, scrolling on his phone. Brett straightened up immediately as Steve looked at him, maybe for the first time.

“Oh, brett, right?”

Okay, wow. Brett’s heart fluttered. Not for the first time, then.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, your presentation last week was great. You were the only one with an interesting topic. Arctic exploration, right?”

“Yeah, all the failed attempts.”

Brett leaned against the door frame, pretending he hadn’t opened the door to the bathroom with an obvious motive. His bladder was still dangerously full, but he could hold it, for Steve.

“Right, so much better than the other shit everyone did. Boring.”

“Yeah, did you, do yours?” Brett couldn’t remember. He cleared his throat and subtly pressed his legs together.

“No, I had a game. I’m doing it Wednesday.”

“Whats it about?”

“Its about, oh, hey, just come in.”

He realized that the bathroom, like the rest of the top floor, smelled heavily of weed. Steve had an ashtray and a mostly gone joint beside him.

Brett came in and shut the door. Steve took a drag, he watched his lips part as he blew out a cloud of smoke, offering Brett the weed.

Brett took it, he had to seem cool, though he hasn’t smoked in years.

He didn’t think until he felt it in his throat. He started coughing violently, eyes watering, pissing-

PISSING?

The front of Brett’s pants were warm. He kept coughing, his thighs together. Steve took the joint from him and started smacking Brett on the back, laughing. Brett, somehow, got himself under control.

It was dark in the bathroom, the only lighting were the purple bulbs over the mirror. He was okay. Steve wouldn’t notice unless it got bright in there. And it wouldn’t. The weed would mask the smell.

Brett listened attentively as Steve told him about his project. He was smart, articulate. This did not help Brett’s crush on the man. If he was another idiot jock, then fine, he wants his body. But no, he was cool, and he worked hard, and he was so damn hot-

“So, I’ve never really seen you at these things.” Steve said, the weed was gone, and they ran out of conversation about class. Brett’s little accident had temporarily provided him with relief. Not anymore, now that he’s started, his body wanted to let it all out.

“Yeah, my friend wanted to come. Not my scene.”

“Yeah, I don’t go to many either. Guys from the team dragged me.”

Brett nodded. Steve was great at eye contact, that’s why he noticed when his eyes dropped lower, to his lips, and lower still, to Brett’s exposed collarbone.

“So, I’ve noticed you, in class.”

“Oh?” Brett’s heart was beating so hard. His bladder was so so full, his head was hazy, and he wanted to jump this man’s bones. He was experiencing way too many things at once.

“Yeah, you know. Noticed. Noticed you noticing me.”

Oh.

“Oh. I’m sorry,”

“Nah, it’s just…”

Steve ran a hand through his perfect hair. He bit his lip and reached out.

His fingers snagged Brett’s belt loops, and suddenly, they were chest to chest, leg between leg.

The wet spot, the wet spot, oh god-

He could feel the outline of Steve’s cock through this little shorts as they breathed the same air.

Steve kissed him tentatively. Brett kissed back, he couldn’t miss out on this opportunity, even if Steve did find out he wet his pants.

Brett touched his chest, he was muscular but not so much that it was excessive, and he was covered in chest hair. Broad shoulders, wide smiles, he was so-

“Hey, so,” Brett said. Sabotaging himself. He was about to wet his pants. His bladder throbbed painfully. He was drunk, high, but even then he knew better. “I sorta came in here for a reason.”

Steve smirked, thinking he meant him. And yea, but also no.

“Oh,” Steve said, glancing down at the toilet. “You have to pee?”

Brett bit his lip and nodded, not stepping from between this man’s legs.

“I thought your pants felt damp. I thought it was my imagination. Did you already wet yourself?”

Brett’s face was hot. He was going to step away but Brett had him by the belt loops again.

“Did you wet yourself while we were talking? What, too afraid to tell me to leave?”

Brett ducked his head, biting back a whimper.

“Or did you just want to talk to me that bad.”

Brett couldn’t look at him, he was blushing all over but Steve wouldn’t be able to tell in the purple lighting.

Steve took one hand away to remove Brett’s glasses. Brett watched him tuck them safely on the sink top.

“You still have to pee?”

“Yeah,” Brett breathed. He needed it desperately. The problem was, now his dick was hard, as was Steve’s, and they were pressed against each other this entire conversation.

“Fuck,” Steve pulled Brett closer, pressing a kiss on his forehead. He moaned as their dicks rubbed together. “Thats kinda hot.”

“Wh-what?”

“You had to pee but you held it that entire time. Except when you pissed yourself.”

“I really have to go, Steve.”

“Fuck, say my name again.”

Brett was suddenly sky. Steve grinded forward. Holy fuck, his piss was right there, right on the edge. Brett reach down to grab himself over his jeans.

“Steve,” he warned, gripping his dick firmly, knuckles brushing against Steve’s erection.

“Will you do it? Will you pee yourself?”

He pulled Brett’s hips forward again.

“No, I-“

“Right here, like this?” Steve was sounding increasingly worked up as he forced their bodies to come together.

“On you?”

“Yeah, just like this baby.”

Baby

Oh, he’d do anything for a crushes kinks.

Brett took his hand away and held onto Steve’s waist.

“It hurts.” Steve pressed a large, firm hand on Brett’s bladder and pushed. Brett moaned, throwing his head back.

“Aw, that must feel so good. Pee yourself, Brett.”

Brett was. Warmth exploded over the front of his jeans. He gasped. As soon as Steve felt it, he pulled their bodies together, sort of hugging Brett as he rolled his hips against Brett’s pissing cock.

He could hear it spraying out, pattering onto the tiled floor. It was so loud, so much.

“Fuck,” Steve moaned, humping against him, biting lightly at Brett’s neck. “Fuck this is so hot, baby.”

Brett thought he’d do anything hear Steve call him baby again. And he had to admit. It was hot, extremely hot.

Even in this shitty lighting, he could see Steve’s shorts had soaked. They were much lighter, much more obvious. It looked like he wet himself.

What Brett was really focused on was the large tent at the front of the shorts.

Brett reached into his shorts before he was even done pissing, freeing his cock, he pulled it closer so he could feel the stream run down Brett’s pants.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” Steve was a puddle, he had completely fallen apart, he was so turned on. God, it was hot to see.

Brett rubbed Steve’s cock over the soaked material.

“Oh, oh, Brett, fuck!” Steve was coming, Brett watched his come shoot onto Brett’s black pants. Soaked in pee and come, Brett knew he would never come back from this interaction. He hardly cared.

Steve hardly wasted time catching his breath. Brett had only just finished wetting his pants when he pushed Brett back, back, until he hit the wall.

Brett watched Steve kneel, his bare knees submerged in Brett’s piss puddle. He quickly opened his soaked jeans and pulled out Brett’s cock.

“Will you fuck my face?”

Brett was coming to understand that Steve was the kind of person who enjoyed being ruined during sex. Brett’s dick twitched in Steve’s hand.

Brett grabbed hold of Steve’s beautiful hair and pulled, doing exactly what he asked of him.

Steve’s mouth was warm and perfect, and if Brett wasn’t so worked up from his crush coming on him, he’d try and make it last longer.

He pushed forward, until Steve gagged. He pulled back and did it again. Steve hugged his Legs and allowed Brett total control.

His perfect plush lips, his beautiful mouth-

Brett came, crying out as he emptied down the other man’s throat. Steve whined as he sucked, drinking it all in.

Who knew this jock was such a cock whore? It took Steve a second to stand, but when he did, he pressed a kiss to Brett’s mouth and leaned against the wall to recover.

Brett looked at them in the mirror, they both looked totally fucked out and covered in piss. He had no idea how they’d get out of there.

“Come home with me?” Steve asked.

“How are we going to leave?”

Their crotches were soaked, Steve may have been half hard again. There was piss down Brett’s legs and come staining on the outside of his black jeans. He was pretty sure had a hickey too.

Meanwhile, Steve looked like he had been mouth fucked. His lips were swollen, his hair was sticking up everywhere, and there was a bit of come on his cheek. Brett didn’t wipe it away, he liked looking at it.

Also, brett kinda had to pee again.

Steve grabbed Brett’s hand. The key was speed. He pulled brett along quickly, before anyone could get a good luck at either of them. Someone called out to Steve, asking where he went, but Steve ignored him in favor of getting them out the back door, and finally, to Steve’s car.

Steve put his hand on Brett’s wet thigh as they drove. Just to turn the man on, he wiggled slightly in his seat and moaned lightly to himself.

Steve smiled, picked up the water bottle in the cup holder, and offered it to him without a word.

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