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It was actually pretty funny but I also felt somewhat bad for him. The guy who was sitting across from me on the subway was definitely having a hard time. He'd introduced himself to me earlier on, when he sat down, as Adam. We'd talked for a few minutes, he told me he was on the way to his girlfriend's house; or rather `kind of' girlfriend. He said that she thought they were dating but he'd never actually said yes and wasn't sure that he wanted to commit. I'd wondered if he had a couple beers or was just always this open with strangers he'd just met five seconds ago on the subway.
Regardless, he was most certainly having a difficult time. After about ten minutes of talking he'd started to become more quiet, seeming distracted, looking around the car at nothing, checking his phone for a few seconds and putting it back in his pocket, almost impulsively. Once he started tapping his feet vigorously I realized what the issue was- the guy had to pee. There's no other way to put it, he had to fucking pee; and as I'm sure you're well aware (and if not then you assuredly will be now) there are no bathrooms on a subway. A subway is simply an enclosed metal pod, shooting through the dark underground, we humans trapped inside like a chicken inside an egg, awaiting the day he can finally break free.
Once I noticed Adam starting to grab his crotch more frequently, his looks becoming urgent, I decided, out of the goodness of my heart, to try to distract him from his problem.
"So man, your girlfriend, is she hot?"
The guy looked at me, quickly removing his hand from his crotch, obviously realizing how inappropriate it was to grab his dick through his jeans in public.
"Fuck yeah, dude," he said, "she works out and cares about her health and all that shit. She's got a banging body, big tits and an awesome ass. You should see her."
"Why don't you want to commit to her then?" I asked. Let's just say I was curious about his life.
Adam started to look worried, crossing and uncrossing his legs, unsure of what to do with his arms.
"I dunno, man. I guess I'm just not sure if things are gonna change, you know? Like I want it to be the same as it is now. When girls put a label on it and make it official they start to get all possessive, wanting to be with you all the time, give you no space. Then they start to ask where you were if you're away for even an hour. I just don't want it to end up like that."
He had a very good point. Women indubitably did act that way about relationships. My thought at that moment was `thank God I'm gay'.
My interlocutor attempted to concentrate on the window. I wasn't sure what exactly there was to concentrate on there, but it did give me an opportunity to study him without seeming like a total creep. Adam was pretty fit, he had a fairly good build, nice muscles. Jeans, blue and purple Nike shoes, an orange tee shirt that was pretty small on him, I suppose to show off the muscles; brown hair, a little unkempt but short enough that it didn't matter, and somewhat of a beard- more like a slightly overgrown five o' clock shadow. He was incredibly cute, and his squirming was also very attractive. I'm not sure what I liked about it as I'd never even thought about the idea of men needing to piss but being unable to as sexual in any way; however I cannot deny that in this situation I enjoyed it very much.
Adam had his hands clasped over his crotch and was not removing them, he was concentrating so hard on the window, as though he was reading something difficult to understand and going over the words repeatedly in order to get it. It was somehow adorable, and I observed that his hands were very manly- I'm not quite sure how to describe it but if you're into hands I think you'll understand; rather big, wide, and veiny. Worker's hands.
"What do you do for work?" I asked. He jerked out of his daze with a start, like he'd been asleep and I'd ripped him from his slumber.
"Uh... I'm a metal worker." He replied. I could hear in his voice that he was in a critical state; the way it shook revealed just how desperate he was.
"You really have to pee, don't you?" I asked.
"Dude, I have to piss so fucking bad, you have no idea. I'm scared I'm gonna do it in my pants, it's that fucking bad, man!"
He sounded incredibly relieved that I'd acknowledged it so he didn't have to hide it anymore.
Not that he was doing the best of jobs before, but he'd put effort into it. He was just in too dire of a situation to be able to conceal it. I smiled, sympathetically.
"I think we'll be there soon, dude. Just try and focus on something else."
"I'm trying dude, believe me. Believe you me."
He was tapping his feet on the floor urgently, tapping his hands on his crotch and grabbing it, portraying the image of someone in a truly critical situation. I did feel bad for him.
"Is it an emergency?"
"Fuck yeah it's an emergency!" he responded, "I really don't know if I can hold it."
"Man," I said, "if you really can't you might have to pee here."
"I can't!" he exclaimed, but his affect divulged a burning necessity to alleviate himself of the stress and pressure he was currently experiencing; he most definitely wanted to piss here. I thought it was a good idea.
"Man, just go over there," I pointed to the very back of the car, "and piss right in the corner. No one will see, or know what you're doing. It doesn't matter."
Adam looked where I'd pointed; I could tell he was considering my suggestion- the look on his face was very acute. He squirmed in his seat, his arm jerked spontaneously. He needed to ease himself, he needed to piss now.
"People are gonna see, they're gonna know, I can't."
He was stubborn, but it honestly was best for his health if he did. He had to go so bad that it was undoubtedly harmful for him to keep holding it and I told him so. I was, at this point, probably as equally driven by a sympathetic concern for his health as I was by a sexual desire over his predicament. The building up, the tension, the barrier was highly enjoyable, but it was time for the release, for the final moment, the achievement.
"Look, I'll stand in front of you, no one will even see you."
I stood up, ready to walk to the back of the car. A look of total relief washed over his face; all he'd needed was an excuse, and I was ready to provide it.
Adam stood up, one hand clenching his dick through his pants, undoubtedly trying to keep the barrier in place so that the dam wouldn't break open too early. We walked to the back of the car and he stood tightly in the corner; I positioned myself to cover him so that no one could possibly divine what his actions were.
Looking around the car, I noted that absolutely none of the 3 other people there cared a single bit what we were doing. In fact, I thought that the both of us going over here with him crouched in the corner and me facing the other direction, protecting him from view, was a great deal more suspicious than if he'd gone alone, but I really preferred this; standing so close to him my legs were pressed directly into his, my body right against him entirely, up to my shoulder. I heard him moan slightly, urgently but quietly, as he attempted to let go of the massive cargo he'd been keeping locked inside him.
I breathed silently, listening to him as he moaned quietly. There were small splatters against the carpet of the subway floor, and then a loud groan as the dam broke entirely. The sound was not quiet whatsoever, the sound of it was similar to that of someone using a hose with a cap that allows the water to be highly concentrated; his piss was spraying strong and heavy, shooting onto the floor like bullets from a gun. He'd needed to go so very desperately. I resisted the urge to look back at him and watch him, but I felt my dick start to get hard in my pants.
Looking down, I realized that because he had such a large store of urine it was seeping all over the carpet, underneath my shoes, going further and further in that direction. I was standing on his pee, and the volume of it was incredible. I grabbed my crotch, readjusted it, tried to hide my, now, full-on boner. I couldn't resist it- I looked back.
Adam was fully concentrated on what he was doing, his face was that of determination, and I found it wonderfully handsome. Looking down, I saw that his penis was big. It wasn't gargantuan like you always hear in stories like this, but it was thick, and a remarkable size for a flaccid dick. I had to wonder how much bigger it got when it was erect.
The flow from his penis was incredible, the piss was shooting out like a jet, just a powerfully strong flow, and showing no signs of stopping despite the walls and floor being painted with his urine; he'd been going strong for over a minute now I reckoned, and was still going just as steadily as when he first started. Whatever it was about this that was getting to me was truly invading me. I don't know what it was, but the whole thing was spectacular, and Adam was as well.
He looked up at me, one hand on his dick, directing the stream up on the subway wall, splashing onto the carpet (as well as the side of my jeans). I was extremely embarrassed that he'd caught me looking but he seemed not to even register the faux pas; he smiled at me gratefully, and declared "Man, I really fucking needed that."
I smiled back.
"You most definitely did, dude. Jesus Christ."
"I fucking know!"
My new friend laughed.
"It's still fucking going! I literally can't believe it."
I looked down. He was right, it was still going good, but not quite as strong as before.
"Press it out?"
"Yep, I'm about to." He responded.
He clenched his abdomen muscles and the flow started back up as powerful as it was in the beginning. The yellow piss rammed into the carpet, flecks going everywhere. I looked away again and saw that the stain of his immense whiz had reached all the way to the seats now.
"Man, you really fucked this place up." I said to him, looking back and noting that he was finishing up, finally, nearly two minutes after he started.
"Dude," he said, much more relaxed now, "I had to take a leak. A real fucking leak, not a small pee."
He finished up by pulling on his dick several times and then swinging his heavy member around, making sure there were no stray drops to stain his underwear. I guessed that might be a bit embarrassing when he fucked his chick later on. He stuffed his cock back into his pants, and turning around smiled at me. I grinned back. The situation was an awesome experience that he'd provided me and he had no idea what he'd given me. I really wanted to kiss him.
"Goddamn, is all that from me?" he asked, incredulously, looking at the large stain his pee had inflicted upon the subway carpet.
"Yep, yep it is." I confirmed. He just laughed, and we walked back to the seats we'd been in and sat down. People were looking at us now but we didn't care.
We sat down. I was completely erect, and attempting to hide it by shifting in the seat and covering it with my arms. Apparently, it was a lost cause.
"Do you have a boner, dude?" Adam asked. His voice didn't sound malicious or angry at all, which surprised me.
"Um. Yeah, I just... I need to hide that." I said, fumbling my words. Quickly, I stood up, turned away from him, and readjusted my hard cock in the waistband, to the side, so that it wouldn't offend my new friend. I turned back towards him and sat down.
Adam was simply smiling, relaxed and laid back in his seat, legs spread, arms laid across the back of the seat. He did not look offended in the least.
"Did that turn you on?"
I really didn't know what to say. He looked so casual, he didn't seem to mind at all.
"I guess. I don't know why. I never thought something like that would. Sorry."
Adam chuckled.
"You're apologizing? Don't do that, man. It's cool. Don't worry about it."
The rest of the time we were pretty quiet, and we got to his stop soon after that. I said bye to him, but as he stood up to leave he stopped for a second, and turned back to me.
"You got a number?"
I was dumbfounded, but nonetheless rolled off the numbers for him. He typed them quickly into his phone, smiled cryptically at me, and hurriedly left, right before they closed the doors. I didn't know what to think about that, but I have to say that that I hoped he would call me. But what truly and thoroughly confused me was the question of what exactly would motivate him to get my number or contact me again. What about the whole thing was interesting to him? I had to know, but it was impossible to determine through my own reason. I'd have to wait for him to call me.