I have a professional dinner tonight at 6:30 in midtown. I would love to exit the restaurant feeling uncomfortable as if my bladder is going to explode, head swirling from a few dinner drinks plus the strain of being overfilled with pee, maybe some drips are squirting out of my dick with each step - I really can’t keep it in.

Somehow I make my way to your apartment (or hotel, or? Let’s talk to determine setting) and you can see the desperation and discomfort the moment you see my face. You’re casual and non chalant, secretly enjoying watching me. You keep talking about how you’ve been so thirsty all day, drinking a ton of water, so much that you’ve been peeing more frequently than usual as well.

Finally I can’t take it anymore and I ask you very politely for permission to pee. You grant permission begrudgingly. We go to the bathroom together. You point at the tub. I take off my clothes, you stop me as I get to my underwear (briefs), motioning to keep them on. I understand. I lie down in the tub, put my feet on the wall, raise my hips, and let go. You watch my underwear turn dark, then the pee starts to flow through them, up my chest toward my face. You abruptly tell me to stop, I manage to close off my stream. You tell me to take off my underwear, while still on my back in the tub, I do, and you point at my mouth. I put the soaking, dripping wet underwear into my mouth. You smile and tell me to continue. With the underwear gone, you grab my dick and aim the stream right at my face, all over my face, more pee continuing to soak my underwear and overflow my mouth, I can’t even keep my eyes open so much is spraying in my face.

There’s more… you can add another stream to soak me if you’d like, or you can just watch. Maybe you want to pee in the toilet so you can tease me with what I can’t have…

For additional relevant background: I’m 42, 6’ tall, 185 lbs / fit, white, very good looking and well presented, 7” uncircumcised.