The 12 Days of Pissmass
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“Fancy seeing you here,” Tommy says with his usual assurance. Buck is freely pissing. Why is he closing the door behind himself?
“Hey,” Buck says, too stuck running a chaotic series of outcomes in his mind to go any further. Buck shivers when just enough pee has left his body for his senses to realize how badly he needed it. That’s another thing Buck knows about drinking; once you pee, you’ll have to go every two minutes.
Tommy picks up another fork-full of cake and makes eye contact with him when his lips wrap around it before pulling it out. With a more significant lean towards Buck’s personal space, Tommy moans with added gravel, his eyes closing and his head tilting back. The pressure coming out of Buck’s cock intensifies for a second when his body convulses at the sight. It isn’t fair. And it isn’t fun to be turning hard in the middle of peeing either! Buck can deal with the morning wood business, but this was tearing him apart.
“You have to stop,” Buck manages to plead. His eyes are watering—he isn’t sure if it’s the sense of relief or the delicious torture.
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- Part 1 of The 12 Days of Pissmass
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This time, Maddie doesn't have to muffle her moans into her pillow. "Oh god," she whimpers loud enough that it echoes through the thick air of the bathroom; it's quite certain that if someone were to lean against her door, they would be able to hear her chants of pleasure, the thought throwing Maddie into a faster rhythm, her orgasm building at an alarming rate as she replays that one night where Evan almost caught her red-handed, had it not been for the door screeching on his way in because his steps were too quiet to alert her first.
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- Part 2 of The 12 Days of Pissmass
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Then, the young man, who couldn’t be older than twenty, Sal thinks, skips the question; “Don’t mind me! I’ve been there!” Sal’s laugh turns into a roaring fit, Tommy turning red beside him and he doesn’t say a word until he’s done, accepting his fate. “Didn’t mean to linger, by the way. It was just…” To make matters worse, Sal knows the boy is totally Tommy’s type. His clumsy small-talk makes him endearing enough, but the boyish curls peeking out of the cap seals the deal. No one could stay mad at him for being a peeper, not even fucking Gerard if that had happened to him. Tommy places the cup in the cup-holder and closes the lid.
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- Part 3 of The 12 Days of Pissmass
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"I-. No, Ilya, I gotta pee." Shane bit the inside of his lip as he waited. He could hang up, but he wasn't rude. He also didn't want to hang up just yet either. Something twisted in his gut and Shane wasn't sure if it was anxiety or excitement.
"I know, Shane, but it's not big deal."
Shane wanted to argue some more, but he'd started tip-toeing around with urgency and he didn't have several minutes to spare. "This is… this is just not—"
"Oh you've never pissed in front of your teammates before?" Ilya said it with that hint of friendly arrogance that Shane loved to call him up on. Asshole, he thought as he shook his head.
"It's not the same," Shane said as he set his phone down onto the back of the toilet. Was he agreeing to this? Surely he could hand up.
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- Part 4 of The 12 Days of Pissmass