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“OK, thank you, Colin,” Cyril Canterville squirmed again as he listened to Colin’s explanation about the plan at Whittingfield Park, as he is the manager of the estate after the death of Earl of Thornton. He had drunk a cup of tea too many and his bladder was screaming. He had to admit he liked holding his urine, but not too often. He knew a great number of people loved doing this. He knew a few of them. This time he intended to hold it because of his one particular reason.
Cyril smiled as he looked at Colin’s bulge and gesture. Poor Colin. He was sure Colin just had too much tea just like him. Cyril knew he could hold a bit more, though he spurted a little in his white underwear. He would hold on more, despite his brain showing only images of toilets, urinals, and Colin’s bulge.
“Do you have anything more to say?” Cyril asked, grabbing his crotch under his office desk. He had a small vase under the desk in case of emergency, but it would be too harsh for poor Colin, who looked desperate to go.
“No, Mr. Canterville, thank you for your interest in the project.”
“Just call me Cyril. You are such a great enthusiast in history of country houses,” Cyril stroked his bulge, “and I love working with you.”
“Thank you very much,” Colin stood up. Cyril could clearly see the handsome bespectacled ginger wincing. Colin was turning his back to Cyril, when Cyril said,
“One thing, Colin,”
“Yes, Cyril,” Colin was tapping one of his feet.
“The toilet nearby was closed because of plumbing problem.” Cyril explained, grinning. Cyril knew he himself was bursting, but he loved every moment of being desperate with another man.
“Where is the nearest one in that case?”
“It must be my toilet.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Use my toilet or walk 500 metres to the Gents at the Information Desk.” Cyril knew he would suffer if he heard that man pissing inside the office, but he was really turned on too. His shaft was rock-hard, looking at the hot desperate man.
“Thank you!” Colin threw his files on Cyril’s desk and opened the toilet door. Colin was so desperate he didn’t close the door, and Cyril had full view of the back of that sinewy man, spreading his legs and shooting torrents of hot piss into the toilet bowl. Colin moaned in relief, while Cyril was suffering. His desperation was heightened. He moaned softly sotto voce, as hot piss was trying to escape his steel hard cock. Cyril liked this situation and hated it at the same time. Colin was pissing forcefully and copiously, and seemed to enjoy every drop he had released because of the moans and sighs.
“Colin, are you busy tonight?”
“I’m going to a pub with my boyfriend, Cyril.” Colin was clearing shaking his cock. That made Cyril’s cock wet.
“You’ve got a boyfriend?” Cyril was a little disappointed.
“Yeah.” The man zipped up and smiled at him. “He’s called Chad. He said he knew you.”
“Oh, Chad Brockhurst? I knew him.” That’s another adorable man among his former employees. Oh he couldn’t help imagining both of them drinking at The Sugar Cane and used the trough urinal there, in case there were no queues.
“Yeah. Thank you very much, Cyril. I thought I’d lost a pound!” Colin laughed, carried his file, and walked out of the office.
Cyril stood up painfully, trying to hold his urine back, but he couldn’t stop it now. He ran to the toilet, closed the door, and made a video call.
“Hello, Cyril, babe.” A bearded, bespectacled man in a nice suit and tie appeared on the screen.
“Hello, George, look at me.” Cyril couldn’t stop pissing as he let George see his soaking crotch.
“Boy, you are always kinky,”
“As you always are,” Cyril unzipped and yanked his cock out. He let go and sighed. The sound of the piss torrents reverberated in that small toilet. “This is my birthday present, George. Happy Birthday!”
“Oh you’re so horny,” George smiled, as he showed his enlarged bulge to the camera. “Do you want me to sport a boner at the fundraising party?”
“You take care of that very well. All the time.” Cyril sighed as piss ran out of his sore bladder. It felt amazingly good. “Too bad I am so busy and just can’t join you at the fundraising for your deer conservation project.”
“It’s all right, baby. See you at home.”
“Is your toy coming with you?”
“Troy, not toy. He’s my assistant now. He is such a good student of mine. Confess it, my baby, did you jerk off to that photo of his in the forest?”
“This piss feels so good, George.” Cyril farted.
“I take it as a yes. I don’t hate you for that because he was really hot in that photo. Not only his smile and his hairstyle are great, but his bulge is quite obvious.”
“You know me. This is so good. I’m still pissing. Ahhhh”
“You see this. I’m going to walk into the party at Hearne House like this!” George showed his boner under his slacks.
“Professor George Bernard is such a show!” Cyril laughed at his own nerd joke. “I know you can take care of that. See you at home, George. Happy Birthday. I love you.”