Chapter 2

Over the following days I thought about Maria a lot. I couldn’t stop the feelings of longing she had spurred in me. Maybe it was because she was the first woman I’d had sex with in over two years, even if it had only been oral sex. Not that oral sex isn’t one of my favorite things - I like giving more than receiving - but I had been left with a sense of incompleteness, of unfinished business.

My longing for her was particularly pronounced at night. Lying alone in bed, stroking myself, I thought a few times of her parting offer, but it just seemed too weird, even though I had started drinking my pee sometimes when I felt like masturbating and it had been arousing.

No, I really didn’t want to meet her husband; it would be too embarrassing, knowing that he would know what Maria and I had done together. Besides, who knew what toll I might have to pay him to be allowed to be with Maria again? From what she had told me, it sounded like he was not only kinky, but controlling. No thank you, I thought, I’ll just have to be satisfied with the memory of her.

But then something happened that changed my mind. One day at work, I was on the phone with an important customer when the need to pee became really urgent. I tried to wrap up the call, but the customer had another issue to discuss. So by the time I was able to go to the bathroom, I had already leaked quite a bit of urine in my pants. It’s not an unpleasant feeling, by the way, and thanks to Maria, I had learned to rather enjoy it, my cock and balls swathed in warmth, the weight of the wet material massaging my genitals as I walked down the hall towards the bathroom. There was still more urine in my bladder to get rid of.

It felt like I had a secret, a secret pleasure, my semi-hard cock tingling in the clinging warmth, as I passed people in the hall. What if they knew how sexy it felt to be carrying a load of piss...

I work in a multi-story office building with bathrooms on every floor and so, to avoid attention of my frequent toilet use, I had developed a habit of using the bathrooms on different floors throughout the day. I headed down to the 14th floor that housed the call center, where mostly women worked.

One thing about these pull-up briefs I wear is that you have to pull them down, which entails opening your trousers and trying not to let them drop while you pull your cock over the waistband of the underwear. For this reason, I usually go into a toilet stall for privacy rather than use a urinal. But, this being the 14th floor, I didn’t bother. I entered the silence of the empty men’s room and took the first of the two side-by-side urinals, I opened my pants, and I tugged out my soft, damp cock. The briefs are very absorbent, of course, and they also keep odors locked away from detection. But when you pull them down to release your cock, the odors inside are also released, certainly obvious to the person wearing them, whose nose is directly above the opening.