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It was one of these busy days at the university, when the students were hustling and bustling in the halls. Then again, when was it not busy? From the very early on, Eren had learned that life was not a bed of roses. Majoring in linguistics was one of these little bumps on the road that tended to tempt and trip him whenever it could.
People said that the hardest specialty to learn was that of a doctor and they were probably right. However, Eren was sure that linguistics came in second according to difficulty. Poor linguists had to know so many authors (alive or dead) and all that history; not even mentioning that they had to learn the freaking dead languages; what is the use of that?! And what about the phonetics, grammar and lexis?
Eren rounded the corner and finally arrived at his destination – the copy center that was on the university grounds. There was already a bunch of students gathered around the busy machines, waiting for their turn to copy the handouts or scan the books.
“Excuse me,” he pushed through some chattering girls, “let me through. Thank you.” He finally reached the coughing apparatuses and the guy that was running them. At the moment he was scanning some book for a girl, who impatiently tapped her perfectly manicured and polished nails against the table surface. “Connie?” When the guy in a buzz-cut looked at him and acknowledged him, Eren continued, “I need these sheets copied.” He waved a good bunch of 15-20 pages in front of him.
“As you can see, you are not the only one, who needs some copies,” Connie motioned with his head at all the waiting students/customers.
“I know, but the Professor was quite insistent. And it is only,” he looked at the wristwatch, “six minutes left till the lecture starts.”
“Eren, there is a line—”
“I know, but you know how Professor Kitts Woerman is! He will go nuts on me if I am not there on time with the handouts. Besides, I need to use the facilities so please, help me get this over and done with.”
Connie finished scanning and copying the requested book pages and turned to the girl. “Two fifty, please,” he gave her the freshly ‘baked’ sheets, took the coins and turned to Eren. “Get in here and copy the sheets yourself. Just hurry it up. And use that other copying thing,” he motioned at the older model at the back.
“You are a life saver!” Eren fiddled with the latch under the table surface that held it in place. Once he managed to unlock it, he lifted a part of the tabletop up and slipped inside the small space, where the copy machines were stationed.
“Yea, yea… Just do not forget to pay,” Connie mumbled as he accepted another order from a dark haired youth.
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Eight minutes later Eren was about to pull his hair out. He swore at the machine, ready to deliver a kick but at the last second he reconsidered, as damaging it wouldn’t help his cause.
The machine was, but a piece of junk. It managed to choke on the 7th page, rumpling it in the process, and afterwards it refused to scan it. Then, when it finally did scan the sheet, the 15th page got stuck somewhere in the middle of the apparatus… To get to the goddamned handout, Eren had to remove a few parts of the crappy-copy-machine and even then he could not remove the paper without ripping it.
“Shit!”
“Uh… damn, that happens from time to time…” Connie was standing behind Eren, as there were no more customers left, and looking at the fuming brunet with a hint of worry on his face. “You know, you are already late for the lecture …”
“For crying out loud, Connie, you are not helping me!” Eren snapped at his college mate, eyes flashing a dangerous green. “Get your scrawny ass here and fix this crappy thing!” he stood up from the crouching position and fiddled with the handout he had just fished out of the sputtering apparatus. The sheet looked like it had been chewed on by some dog… only slobber was missing. “Dammit, why me?” he groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead. “And on top of that I am going to piss my pants during the lecture… wonderful!”
Connie sighed as he rounded the teenager, salvaged the handouts and finished scanning the remaining pages. It was strange, and mocking in a way, as once Connie was the one doing the printing, the machine worked just fine. “Here,” he handed the stack of printed papers to Eren. “You can pay later. Now go.”
“Right…” Eren took the stack and left the copy center. On the way out of the building he glanced at the wall clock that read twenty minutes to two … which meant he was ten minutes late for the lecture.
With a heavy sigh he pushed through the double doors that lead outside and ran to the other building, where the lecture was taking place. He felt a twinge in his bladder as it reminded him that hey, I am almost full, I want to be free of the pressure! But Eren simply ignored it.
Two minutes later he was in front of his auditorium door, regulating his breathing, so that it did not seem like he ran all the way down here. Eren licked his lips, straightened his shoulders and pushed the door open. He immediately felt all eyes fix on him.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Eren Jeager,” he heard his lecturer’s sarcastic voice announce to the whole class. “You have finally decided to show up, eh?”
“I am sorry, Mr. Woerman, the copying apparatus broke—”
“Of course it did. It always does when Eren Jeager is on duty,” the man shook his head in mock disappointment. “Pass the handouts to your classmates and take a seat.”
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One hour and twenty minutes later Eren let his head fall on the desk with a loud thump. “Armin, how am I supposed to endure another hour and a half of his preaching?”
The blond male shrugged kind-heartedly, “Just like we always do? By sitting and pretending,” he gave a pointed look at Eren, “or actually taking notes during the lecture,” he leaned back in his desk chair. “Besides, the Professor is not that bad. I mean yes, he looks scary and sounds scary, and his teaching methods are quite unique,” he wiggled his eyebrows for the emphasis, which made Eren groan, “but he also has a subtle sense of humour,” Armin looked down at Eren, who looked back at him like he had grown a second head. “What I mean to say is, that he is strict, yes, and he drills us with these questions and prompts; he forces us to know the rules – why this article goes in this place and not in that one, or why this conditional sentence is in present tense and that one is in present perfect; but look to the bright side of it, we have learned quite a lot already. And have you noticed that he sometimes puts pressure on someone because—”
“Because he is a sadistic bastard?” Eren interrupted unimpressed.
“Eren…”
“Whatever, Armin, I am gonna die…”
“No, you are not.”
“But I might.”
“Then I will bring flowers to your grave.”
“Gee, thanks, you are a real friend.”
“Eren, just suck it up. It is the last lecture today,” Armin gave up trying to explain to his friend, that even though the Professor was strict and his methods a bit outdated, the man had still managed to teach them quite decently.
“Yeah, yeah…” Eren yawned and stretched in his seat. He looked around the auditorium, where his friends were divided into smaller groups, happily chattering amongst themselves. His gaze slid to the door as Jean and Marco walked in from the corridor. He frowned – he had totally forgotten that he had wanted to go to the restroom. He stood up and was about to ask Armin to let him through, when Mr. Woerman aka Mr. Worm came back to the auditorium. Eren looked down at his wristwatch and suppressed a sigh. He was too late – the break was over.
Resigned, he slumped back down in his seat and opened his exercise book.
The lecture dragged on. He could barely keep his eyes open. Strange, as the pressure in his bladder was still there, but the feeling of needing to go was not as prominent. Yes, he could always ask to go to the toilet or simply stand up and go there without a word, but it was not so bad.
He shifted in his seat to get into a more comfortable position and with a practiced concealed glance he checked his wristwatch – only half an hour to go.
“Mr. Jeager, your turn,” Eren’s eyes widened. Shit… Which sentence was it and from which handout? In his panic the sheet in front of him looked like a big blur of crammed in letters and words that made no sense whatsoever. He glanced at Armin, who was pointing at something on his own handout.
“Um…” he was starting to sweat now. The handout seemed to be about the mixed conditionals. Eren nervously licked his lips and tried reading, filling in the blanks with an appropriate tense form, “If Darren hadn't wasted his Christmas bonus gambling in Las Vegas, he—” Eren hesitated for a second then finished, “would go to Mexico with us next month.” Eren lifted his eyes expectantly at the Professor, who looked back at him with a bored expression on his face.
“The next one, Jeager. This sentence has been read by Kirstein already.”
There were a few giggles in the class and a snort from the back row, which made his eyebrow twitch. Looking back down at the handout he read the next sentence, “If I were going home right now, I would be very excited.”
“It is correct,” Mr. Woerman smirked before adding, “But you are not going home right now, is that why you are not excited, Jeager? Is that why you have been checking your watch?”
Eren opened his mouth to answer but Mr. Worm suddenly dismissed him and told Historia Reiss to read the next sentence.
For the remainder of the lecture, Eren tried his best to be inconspicuous. He followed what was happening in the auditorium and when it was his turn to read, he read the right sentence; he mixed up the tenses though and had to listen to Professor Woerman explain, what had to go where and why.
Finally, the lecture was over and Eren felt like going back home, sprawling on his bed and not moving for the rest of the evening. To do that, however, he had to get out of the auditorium and university itself.
He started packing his stuff. Absentmindedly he noticed that Armin was talking with Sasha, who explained something with passion in her eyes. Some more students joined them and it was clear to Eren that that the discussion was nowhere near done. Sighing in defeat he zipped his bag and went towards his best friend.
“I am off,” he clapped Armin’s shoulder on his way out.
“See you tomorrow then,” the bond did not bat an eye and waved to the retreating brunet. “Do not forget to write that summary for tomorrow’s lecture,” he added with a twinkle in his blue eyes.
Eren groaned. He had totally forgotten about that. “Yea… sure…”
It took him some two minutes to walk out of the building and say a few good-byes to his dispersing friends. With a deft movement he ran his fingers through his already messed up brown hair and slung his bag over one shoulder. Not wasting another minute, Eren started off in the direction of his home.
The streets looked busy as most people had finished their work and were on their way home. Eren reached an underground pedestrian crossing and started skipping down the stairs, when he felt a twinge in his bladder. The wave of desperation hit him so suddenly that the brunet grimaced, stopping in the middle of the staircase, pressing his legs together. Now that he thought of it, he hadn’t gone to the toilet for half a day.
“Shit,” he should have toned down on the drinks today… not to mention the bottle of water he drank during the lectures as he did not like his throat to be dry when he had to speak. Eren looked behind him. It seemed like too much hassle to go back to the university. With another curse on his lips, he decided that he could make it back home in time, and started moving forward, his speed doubling.
Halfway home, Eren understood that it was not as easy as he thought it would be to hold it in. He chewed on his bottom lip as he stopped near a bus stop, leaned on the pole where the bus schedules were attached and crossed his legs inconspicuously, pretending to wait for a bus. There were three people waiting for their ride and some were just milling around, totally unsuspecting that the brunet was about to wet himself right there and then.
Eren hastily looked around for some market place or a shop… they should have restrooms in there, right? Unfortunately, he was nowhere near one of those places. A bus arrived and the people got in. No-one got out, which left Eren standing there alone. He took a deep breath and crossed his legs a bit more visibly; a barely there whimper escaping his lips.
“You can do this,” he mumbled under his breath as the danger of pissing his pants had passed. He uncrossed his now wobbly legs and resumed his walk homeward.
Along the way he had to stop a few more times, fidgeting in place when no-one was around. Eren was embarrassed. It had been a while since the last time he was so desperate. Back then he was in high school, playing soccer with no care in the world… He had not noticed that he needed to take a piss until he was on his way back home. Just like today...
He cursed again at the memory and berated himself for not listening to his own bodily needs, when his house came into view. The brunet took a deep breath, hastened his steps and he was soon barging through the front door, kicking off his shoes, dropping his bag and—
“Welcome back, Eren,” Mikasa poked her head from the kitchen, a loaf of bread in one hand and a knife with a slice of butter on it in the other. “Would you like to—”
Eren simply dashed past his sister, who blinked at him in stupor, not finishing her sentence.
“Eren?” she shouted after her brother.
“Toilet…” he answered from the upstairs. He waddle-ran to the bathroom and slipped in, loudly slamming the door shut.
Once in the bathroom – doors closed and locked – Eren leaned on them and crossed his legs, a slight whimper escaping his lips. Just a bit more; he needed to move just a bit more. The bowl was over there, just a few steps away.
Eren slowly uncrossed his legs and took a deep breath. He needed to tense his muscles so that his bladder did not let go. He pushed away from the door, taking a tentative step towards the toilet seat. His bladder gave a twinge again and Eren’s eyes widened as an uncontrollable spurt of pee escaped him. He somehow managed to stop it in time, clamped his hand over his crotch and squeezed his cock – another whimper leaving his lips. He looked down at himself and his breath hitched, eyes widening in realization.
There he was, standing with a hand between his legs, about to piss himself. Wasn’t this a perfect opportunity? He was alone, in the bathroom and he was bursting – no, desperate – to pee… He moved his hand up and down his crotch a few times, heart skipping a beat, then increasing its staccato. Was he going to do it?
Eren groaned as another wave of desperation hit, almost making him wet himself on the spot. He had to make up his mind – fast. He started to palm his throbbing cock through the jeans, which did not help his situation in the least.
Decision made, Eren unbuckled his belt with one hand and popped the button open. He slowly undid the zipper and felt how his bladder calmed down for a second as the pressure was lifted from it. Using the presented opportunity, Eren wiggled out of his jeans, toed off his socks and jumped into the shower stall. He still had his black boxer briefs on but the decision was made. To hell with his parents, who were somewhere in the house; and his sister, who was downstairs making some sandwiches. He was alone in the bathroom and he was going to wet himself.
Heart drumming in his chest, Eren felt how his cheeks warmed at the thought. This was so wrong on so many levels… But he could not help it. He had this fetish grow and manifest for a while now, recently he even started experimenting. He had never wet himself though. All he did before were a few spurts while showering or some intentional spurts before jerking off, when his bladder was mostly empty, so that he could control the released amount of urine.
Eren leaned on the wall and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths as a fluttery feeling started spreading in his stomach. He was nervous, uneasy even but the excitement was stronger – teasing him, making him do what his rational mind would not let him to.
The brunet tipped his head back and closed his eyes. He grimaced as another twinge made his legs tremble. It was becoming rather painful. Soft breaths leaving his mouth, Eren let his hands ghost over the front of his boxer briefs and at the same time over the outline of his cock. His fingers came into contact with the hem of his shirt and he tugged it off of himself chucking it out of the shower stall and onto the floor. It was high time he gave in to his bladder.
With a soft sigh Eren relaxed—
…and nothing happened. He was desperate but the bladder was not cooperating with him.
“Shit,” he whimpered as the trembling hand ran over his clothed member. Now that he thought about it he had never tried peeing with a hard-on. He let his hand rest on his lower stomach, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb and then added some pressure. “Oh God.”
Eren felt how a hot spurt of pee left his half-hard cock, making a damp spot on his boxer briefs. He quickly opened his eyes and looked down at himself. There was no visible evidence. Licking his lips he pushed a little bit more and watched how a glistening spot formed on his underwear, a few clear drops getting past the material and falling on the shower base. With some effort, he stopped the flow and moaned. This was good… This was so… unlike anything else he had tried.
Eren brushed the tips of his fingers over the damp spot and over the clothed head of his cock. It made his whole body tingle; his breathing becoming labored. The bladder was still at the bursting level, while his arousal had skyrocketed.
He relaxed again. This time a slow trickle started filling his boxer briefs without the added pressure. Eren once again tipped his head back, eyes closing, mouth parting; he let his hands roam over his sides and his hips. A soft patter filled the bathroom and Eren clenched his muscles to stop the torrent but it did not work. The brunet panicked for a second, eyes snapping open. His underwear was getting soaked and there was no way he could stop it. The dam just broke loose.
And with the dam went away his shyness. Eren suddenly felt naughty and giddy with what he was doing. He was so relaxed, so good, so warm and wet, and aroused. His hand slid down to his crotch and he felt warm pee filling, no, even overflowing his black underwear. He hitched his thumb behind the waist-band and tugged it away from his skin.
Before he could realize what was happening, his chest was hit by a strong spurt of hot pee. Eren gasped, the unexpectedness stopping the flow. He just stood there, leaning on the wall, legs trembling eyes wide, mouth slightly open, quick breaths leaving his lips. This was awesome. Eren felt how a smile found its way to his lips. He bit his bottom lip, let another spurt of urine out and sighed at the pleasant feeling. This time he could stop the trickle without a problem. He tugged his underwear down and stepped out of the sodden material. There was a nice puddle on the shower base, slowly draining away.
Eren straightened out and pointed his cock at his stomach. He gave it a few firm strokes, which made him groan. He was taking too long; it was high time he finished this. Relaxing once again, he let a small torrent out and directed it towards the opposite shower wall; green eyes watching with interest as his warm pee hit the wall, splattered on it and ran down to the shower base.
It did not take long for the trickle to dwindle and finally stop as he finished relieving himself. He did not wait for the last drops to fall; Eren gripped his cock firmer and started stroking it with passion. A suppressed moan escaped his lips – he was so close! The bathroom filled with wet sounds as the brunet worked himself towards the completion.
It seemed that the arousal caused by the impromptu wetting made Eren’s sensations heighten. His hand flew over his erection with an almost break-neck speed. He twisted his hand on the upward stroke and it was his undoing. With a broken gasp Eren came – cum shooting out and on the wall, where he had peed just a minute ago. He shuddered and moaned. His whole body shook with the aftershocks, heart beating frantically in his chest.
Eren could barely stand. His legs felt like jelly and his back spineless… He gave his cock a few more strokes, riding out the last of the aftershocks and slumped against the wall to regain his regular breathing pattern. He stood there motionless, eyes closed, head still swimming from the mind-blowing pleasure.
A minute later he blinked his eyes open and looked down at himself. His skin was glistening, chest still heaving from the experience. Eren licked his lips as an uneasy feeling started making its way into his still drumming heart. The realization of what had just happened caught up with him and heat flooded his cheeks. He blinked a few times then looked away in embarrassment, gaze fixing on the wall. He was ashamed; he felt guilty. He did something dirty and enjoyed the experience of it. His gaze traveled down and all of a sudden, the almost drained puddle of pee on the shower base became offensive. Nose scrunched in distaste, he pushed away from the wall and turned the faucet to get the shower running.
With a yelp of surprise Eren jumped away from the torrent of cold water that hit his heated body. With a defeated sigh, he left it alone to warm up. The brunet bent down and picked up his soiled underwear. Almost immediately he pushed the article under the spray and rubbed at it furiously to get the urine out of the black material. His face was burning by then, hands starting to shake from the embarrassment and shame.
The teen took a bar of soap and lathered the boxer briefs. By the time he pushed the article under the spray the water was already of the right temperature. He rinsed his underwear, wrung out the excess of water and put the article aside. He closed the shower curtain and started showering.
“Oh God, I really did it…” he muttered under his breath. “This is insane,” yet his heart said otherwise, as his heartbeat picked up at the conjured images of his escapade. Once again he groaned in shame, hands sliding into his brown hair, fingers tangling into it as if ready to pull it out. “Argh…” he tugged softly a few times then with a frustrated huff he reached for the shampoo on the shelf and started washing his now tousled hair.
The shower took him no more than ten minutes before stepping out and drying out with a grey towel. He then wound it around his waist and picked up his discarded clothes. Without much care, Eren dumped them into the laundry basket and was about to leave the bathroom, when he remembered his now clean but wet underwear lying on the shelf. He snatched the article and left the humid room.
Once he was back in his own room, Eren put on his casual clothes with record speed and breathed a sigh of relief. No-one needed to know what had happened in there. He swallowed hard. No-one was spying on him and there were certainly no hidden cameras in the bathroom – no equipment that could compromise him… it was just his insecure thinking. He hung his wet underwear on the radiator, behind his desk to dry and flopped down on his made bed.
“Don’t overthink this,” he consoled himself. “You are not the only one who likes this kind of thing. Yes… other people do even more outrageous things… Shit,” he leaned back against the wall and cupped his burning cheeks in his palms. He did not know how to feel about this: there was guilt, embarrassment and fear that he might be miraculously found out, but at the same time there was this fluttery feeling in his stomach, a contentment… and giddiness. He felt fulfilled.
Eren had to admit to himself that he had secretly wanted to do this; to experiment some more. He never had the guts to get on with it though. And now? He had a feeling that he might just try something similar again. Maybe not wetting his underwear or clothes, but… something… more… naughty?
Eren felt how a small smile formed on his lips under his palms and he bit his lower lip, trying to prevent a full-blown smile from spreading on his face.
“I might as well create an account on some fetish website…”
To be Continued…?