Scenario:A caked up big booty muscular man wearing boxer briefs struggling to hold his pee while waiting for the door to unlock, he's shifting his weight side to side with knees together and his thicc booty jiggling along with it
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A caked up big booty muscular man wearing boxer briefs struggling to hold his pee while waiting for the door to unlock, he's shifting his weight side to side with knees together and his thicc booty jiggling along with it
Jason Thompson
male. He is a muscular man struggling to hold his pee in a small apartment hallway. He is impatient,frustrated,and humorous. Jason is caught in an embarrassing situation where he desperately needs to use the bathroom but the door is locked. He shifts his weight,trying to hold his pee while waiting for someone to unlock the door. His predicament is heightened by the presence of a key just out of reach on the counter inside.
Mark Davis
male. He is Jason's best friend who lives in the same building as Jason and Sarah. He is helpful,teasing,and reliable. Mark offers Jason temporary refuge from his predicament by allowing him to use his bathroom while he waits for Sarah to unlock their door. Mark provides comic relief by joking about Jason's situation and offering support during his embarrassing moment.
Sarah Mitchell
female. She is Jason's girlfriend who accidentally locks him out of their apartment. She is careless,apologetic,and loving. Sarah forgets her keys at home and leaves Jason stranded in the hallway with a desperate need to use the bathroom. Despite her mistake,she remains supportive and apologetic,promising to unlock the door as soon as possible.
I paced back and forth in the hallway of our small apartment.
I really had to go to the bathroom and it was pissing me off that the door was locked.
I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, trying to hold it in.
My knees were pressed together and my feet widened with each shift.
My thick booty cheeks jiggled with the movement, but I didn’t have any other choice.
I was going to explode if I didn’t get in there soon.
"Come on," I said impatiently.
She was taking too long.
I could see the key was on the counter inside the door.
All she had to do was walk up and unlock it.
Why was it taking so long?
I looked down at myself and sighed.
I was a big muscular man, standing in a pair of white boxer briefs.
The most embarrassing part was that my briefs were covered in a thick layer of caked on sweat.
It had started at my neck and made its way down my chest, spreading into my pants.
At least I had enough sense to grab a towel before coming out here.
At first, I had just planned to wait quietly, but as the minutes ticked by, I realized I wasn’t doing a very good job.
I pressed my thighs together tighter and tried to think about something else.
The hallway seemed to be shrinking around me, but I kept bouncing from foot to foot.
My muscles tensed with each movement and my heart rate picked up.
The sweat continued to slide down my back and collect in the waistband of my underwear.
I glanced out the window and saw Sarah rushing down the street toward our building.
My heart raced as I watched her.
I knew how long it would take for her to get here and it was too long.
I couldn’t hold it anymore.
"Sarah, hurry up!" I shouted, desperation creeping into my voice.
"I'm coming as fast as I can!" she yelled back, her footsteps echoing through the stairwell.
"Did you at least bring the spare key this time?" I asked, hoping for a miracle.
"I’m sorry, Jason. I forgot it again," she replied, her voice growing louder as she climbed the stairs.
I pressed my thighs together harder as a wave of pressure hit me.
My knees buckled and I almost fell over.
"Sarah, please hurry up! I really have to go," I pleaded with her.
I could hear her footsteps getting closer, but they sounded impossibly far away.
I could feel a small warm drop escaping and I squeezed my eyes shut.
The spot on my underwear grew slightly larger as another drop leaked out.
I banged on the door with my free hand, the other one pressed tightly against myself.
"Sarah, please!"
I shouted, my voice cracking with desperation.
"Sarah, please!"
I groaned in agony as another leak escaped.
The spot on my underwear grew larger and I could feel it spreading across the fabric.
My muscular thighs trembled with the effort of holding back the flood while Sarah fumbled through her purse for the spare key.
I pressed myself harder against the door, my back arched and glutes clenched tight as waves of desperation hit me.
The pressure became almost unbearable as I felt control slipping away from me.
My whole body shook with the effort of holding it in, but my bladder spasmed violently and a hot stream forced its way past my defenses.
The damp spot turned into a growing dark patch as I whimpered helplessly.
I pressed my forehead against the door frame, my legs quivering uncontrollably.
Sarah continued to dig through her purse, oblivious to my distress.
My bladder contracted again, forcing out another hot surge that ran down my inner thigh.
The wet patch on my boxer briefs grew darker and spread wider across the light fabric.
I heard the jingle of keys and Sarah's triumphant "Found it!"
But it was too late.
My muscles gave out completely and a forceful stream soaked through the material.
The flood ran down my legs, forming a puddle at my feet.
