"I've got to pee," Sean leaned closer to Richard and whispered.
"I know," he answered coyly.
"I'm serious! I'm not holding anymore! I was on the brink of pissing my pants a moment ago," he confessed in a fierce whisper.
"Hold it then," Richard toyed around.
"Which part of 'I'm not holding anymore' did you miss?" he shot back.
"So that means we're over?"
"You're not blackmailing me anymore, Richard. I only gave in 'cause I didn't want to upset you. But now you're hurting me!"
Richard simply stared, taken aback at his reaction. Everything about it hurt and stung him inside.
"As soon as I get rid of this hard-on, I'm hitting the men's room," he stated.
For a moment, Richard said nothing. The hurt and disappointment were evident on his face. "Fine," he finally said and leaned back on his chair.
Meanwhile, Sean desperately fought to control another massive wave of pee desperation that just hit him. He clamped his cock shut and humped the chair in an attempt to kill the incredible urge to urinate. He hissed and puffed as the diuretic tortured his bladder with a tsunami of piss. He so badly wanted to run to the toilet, find a stall, unzip and pee. But he couldn't leave. Not with this erection.