A Late Night Ride
Sean couldn't help blushing as he stood in the bathroom with his pants around his knees and pushed the third suppository under his tail, an excited little shiver running through the ‘roo as he pulled his finger free of his gently clenching tailstar and rinsed it off in the sink before pulling his pants up. The bulk laxative he'd taken the evening before and again that morning should have had plenty of time to do their work and the two liter of cola he'd drained a little before getting ready for his ride would surely be making it's way out soon.
Grinning, the kangaroo padded for the door, only pausing long enough to pull on his jacket and grab up his helmet before leaving his small apartment and bounding downstairs to his motorcycle, his heart pounding as he donned his helmet and climbed onto the battered bike.
After taking one last glance at his watch, assuring himself it was late enough that when he returned home most of his neighbors should be in bed, the marsupial cranked the bike, the dull roar and steady rumble of the engine between his thighs sending a little electric thrill through his groin. Closing his eyes as he sat on the grumbling cycle, enjoying the thrum of the engine, the shuddering causing Sean to note with satisfaction how he needed to visit the toilet. The thought ran through his head that he should really go inside and relieve himself before his ride.
The ‘roo backed the bike out of it's space and pulled out of the complex, grinning beneath his helmet.
The ride through town seemed to take forever to Sean as he made his way out onto deserted country roads and towards the lake that lay nearby. There was little traffic out this late, the moon was bright, and the kangaroo had long made a habit of traveling these back roads and lanes. The night was warm and the wind as he sped along provided enough air that he didn't feel uncomfortable beneath his jacket.
Laughing happily, the kangaroo gave the bike a little more gas as he leaned into a turn, savoring the dull ache in his bladder and the urgent weight that settled in his bowels as the acceleration pushed him down into the seat. The suppositories were beginning to melt, he knew, the first tickles of the glycerin causing images of toilets and stern warnings of adults from his youth to spring to mind. Old habits die hard... or not at all.
Sean knew the rest spot by the lake he intended to stop at was still at least five minutes off when the melting bits of glycerin in his bottom caused the first real urge and he whined delightedly, enjoying the way the desperate little sound felt to him. This was right, this long ride and the urgent need building in him. He tried unsuccessfully to suppress an excited shiver and mentally scolded himself for being such a child, wishing desperately he had some way to both ride his bike and suck his thumb at that very moment.
Squeezing the bike between his thighs as he hit a particularly long stretch of open road, the ‘roo sighed, a rush of warm piss spreading through the crotch of his jeans as he let go, gasping "Oh you naughty cub!" to himself and the wind, as the wonderful heat of his "accident" hissed against denim and ran down his legs, sparkling droplets flashing in the moonlight as his urine leaked off his paws.
He blushed crimson in his fur despite the fact no one could possibly be witnessing his wetting, the kangaroo's thoughts feverishly (and delightedly) recalling schoolyard days when there had been witnesses for such displays and the humiliating, yet pleasing derision that accompanied them.
His bowels felt like they were filled with lead weights and Sean's cock throbbed inside his piss-soaked pants as he imagined himself standing shamefaced in front of his old classmates in such a state, soaked and trying to keep from soiling his pants as well as a furious teacher demanded to know if he were quite finished.
His paw twisted the accelerator, kicking the bike forward with a little jerk as Sean forced himself up off the seat, biting his lip as he gave up fighting against the desperate need to mess. In his mind's eyes he saw his classmates laughing and pointing as the seat of his jeans swelled, a hot mass of ‘roo shit squelching into his underwear. Groaning happily as he began to soil himself he eased back on the speed, legs feeling suddenly rubbery as he pushed more of that warm load into his pants.
A turn forced him to sit down suddenly, not quite willing to risk life and limb any further by standing up through the corner. He squirmed as he forced himself back down onto the seat of the back, the fresh mess in his pants squishing and spreading across his rump and forced up between his thighs by the pressure. Panting eagerly he strained, pushing and succeeding in fouling his pants further both with more warm dirt and a fresh burst of hot piss as well.
More memories teased the ‘roo as the rest stop loomed ahead in the moonlight, visions of him frantically rubbing the front of his soaked shorts when his parents would leave him home by himself as a teen or the nights he spent browsing the internet for those precious few pictures he could find of other furs enjoying his interests. He groans as his cock throbbed painfully in his jeans and Sean swerved almost drunkenly into the rest stop's parking area.
Kicking down the stand on his bike he shoved his paw into his lap, rubbing his palm across the substantial ridge that had grown beneath the piss soaked denim. Now the he was stopped he was vaguely aware of the mingling scents of his "accidents" and he was all the more aroused. Grunting, he tore his helmet off and tossed it into the grass as he continued to grind his palm, the cycle still purring contently away beneath his soiled seat.
Tossing his head back, Sean yelped eagerly into the night sky as his shameful imaginings, the filthy heat of his pants, and his desperate rubbing finally became too much to bear. He quivered as if electrocuted on the bike as his cock jerked and twitched inside his jeans, sticky cum smearing into his underpants and adding just one more thing to be cleaned out of them.
Killing the bike, the kangaroo almost threw himself down from the motorcycle and staggered towards the grass, letting himself sprawl out with a delightfully exhausted whine, spent for the moment. Sighing, he closed his eyes, feeling the sweet breeze blowing across the lake and cooling his burning cheeks as he enjoyed the fading warmth of his stained and soaking jeans before the long ride home.