I Can Wait
Even when nature calls, pleasing your partner comes first.
My mind was clouded from arousal and anticipation. The wolf's muzzle locked with mine, his tongue finding residence in my mouth. His hands firmly gripping my ass. Tracing his every detail with my lips as I descended to my knees; his firm chest, delicate tummy, and beneath a well-worn pair of boxers, the object of my obsession. The scent of his cock as it was freed from the fabric, the weight of his balls in my hand. I was certain that no feeling would guide me but my voracious lust.
Yet, as my tongue made its first forays along the wolf's pre-soaked glans, a sensation came flooding back to my own nether regions -- one distinct from my own arousal. One that had been suppressed by sheer desire, but now commanded my attention. It must have been several hours since I last used the bathroom, and the warmth and pressure in my bladder all but told me I could not wait much longer. With my erection subsiding from the lack of physical attention, I was straining myself to hold back the floodgates. And so, I did the only reasonable thing.
"Babe," I pleaded, nuzzling into the wolf's thigh, "I really need to pee. Can I take a second?"
His paw gently stroked my hair as he tilted his head deviously in response. "You really can't hold it?"
I would have been annoyed had the suggestion not turned me on a fair bit. I gazed longingly at the bathroom door a mere ten feet behind us. I felt as though the contents of my bladder waited right at my tip, needing little encouragement to spill forth. The wolf spoke again, this time with a far sultrier and more commanding air. "If you can hold it in until I cum, there's a reward in it for you."
I quickly realized he knew what he was doing. Thankfully, the harder I got the easier it would be to hold my piss in, and his words were doing the trick. Obediently, I placed my lips back on my partner's leaking manhood, eager as ever to please.
Focusing on my desperation would help me little. I kept my attention fixed on every other detail I could; the taste of the wolf's flesh mixed with the saltiness of his precum filled my mouth as I took more and more of his length into my mouth. His fingers scratched my scalp ever so gently as he coaxed me inward toward his crotch. The subtle musk of his balls filled my nose, and shaky breaths interspersed with pleasured grunts fell happily upon my ears. Yet nothing could fully distract from the warmth that begged to flow free into my jeans.
Desperately, I moved a hand down from my lover's thigh and grasped my half-erect dick through my pants. I needed to keep myself hard to stop myself from letting go. Whimpering against the wolf's manhood, I frantically squeezed and rubbed my bulge, mingling waves of pleasure with the intense strain of my bladder. Looking down at my pathetic state, the wolf couldn't help but emit a slight laugh.
"Focus on my cock, alright? I can handle yours."
As I obediently lifted my hand away, I pushed myself further onto his shaft. With most of his length swallowed, his tip began to poke at the back of my throat. Already preoccupied with trying not to wet myself, suppressing my gag reflex now felt like even more of a trial. Desperate to hasten his arrival and free myself, I sped up my sucking, gagging slightly each time my throat was swabbed with his cock.
With how intensely focused I was, the sudden pressure against my bulge came as an even greater shock. The wolf had lifted one foot from the ground and pressed it into my crotch, his toes gripping the outline of my shaft against my jeans. I gasped into his crotch from the unexpected pleasure, doing everything in my power not to let any piss escape from the surprise.
"See? I can handle it just fine," he said, his footpaw running the length of my erection. His words came as a slight relief -- from the shakiness of his speech, I was clearly bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. I increased my pace even further, my lips nearly numb from the constant friction of the wolf's dick. The intensity of the pressure from my bladder almost seemed to subside as my goal lay in sight.
"But," he continued, "I don't think I should make it so easy." His foot shifted upward from my crotch, finding its way just below my tummy. Before I could realize what he was doing, the wolf pressed his foot inward directly at my bladder. I nearly yelped as the dam threatened to give way. Hurriedly grabbing at my crotch, I felt a mere droplet escape as I tightened the floodgates once again. Only a minuscule dark stain found its way to my pants in the wake of the wolf's attack.
You prick, I thought to myself. In retaliation, I pushed my limits to make sure he would struggle to hold back as well. I hilted his cock down my throat, my nose pressing directly into his pubic fur with every thrust. What were once grunts became uncontrollable moans as his legs began to quiver. Mine too were shaking at the growing difficulty of holding in my piss.
I knew I couldn't face the humiliation of failing. I wasn't going to sit on my knees and piss my pants while that asshole tormented me. He wouldn't get to see me soaking in a puddle of my own relief with his cock stuffed in my mouth. I could only imagine what he might say to me, calling me a pathetic mess in that sultry voice of his, stroking my head like I'm some kind of pet. I thought about the relief and the warmth of just letting it all go. Giving in. Being the complete mess that I'm meant to be.
And it was already over. Before I even realized it, I was letting it all out. The warmth flooded my crotch and trickled down the leg of my pants, pooling beneath my knees. I didn't care about stopping myself anymore. I only wanted to bask in the heavenly relief, my soaked jeans clinging to my legs. No feeling mattered to me more than feeling the ichor gush from my cock and drip down myself. I blissfully moaned into the throbbing cock that lay between my lips.
"You couldn't help yourself, could you?" The wolf thrust into my mouth. "Fuck, you're adorable." His words came through gritted teeth. As the contents of my bladder continued to flow, he too could hold back no longer. With a deep growl, his thick essence erupted into my mouth in heavy shots. Each rope of cum slid down my throat, the bitter saltiness lingering in my mouth. As the pleasure faded, the wolf slid his length out from my jaw, a single viscous strand of spit connecting us still. I looked in his eyes and was greeted with his gentle smile. "Pathetic little mess," he said, gently stroking my cheek.
Whatever reward I lost mattered little to me. Being his pathetic little mess was all I needed.