Twenty minutes later, after some rinsing of piss-soaked clothing and bodies—and only a little bit of inappropriate touching—, the two men were ready to leave. Miles looked much the same as before, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt under a blazer. Adam, on the other hand, had been relegated to his workout clothes. Threadbare grey sweats and a tight black tank top were his only option.
"Nobody's gonna care, Adam," Miles laughed, watching Adam do everything in his power to minimize his dick print while wearing the sweats without underwear.
"I don't care if
they
don't care, I don't really want the entire office knowing that I'm uncut, three inches flaccid, and hang slightly to the left over large nuts," Adam groused, shoving at his package again.
"Here, just take my bookbag and hold it in front of you," Miles said, offering his bag.
Adam grumbled, but acquiesced, slinging it over a shoulder and in front of his crotch.
"Just give it back to me tomorrow," Miles said. "Actually, wait, though, let me stuff this in here; it's way too hot to wear while waiting for the bus," he continued, sliding his blazer off and holding it out to Adam.
"The bus?" Adam said, lifting an eyebrow. "You don't drive?"
The corner of Miles' mouth quirked up, and his expression was nearly sardonic. "Do I seem like the type of person who would do well with the stress of driving in traffic?" Adam looked properly chastened, and Miles continued. "Yeah, no. I got my learner's permit at fifteen and promptly wet my pants on the seat of my foster mom's car at the first sign of trouble. I didn't feel like having to wear a diaper every time I wanted to go somewhere, so I gave it up. Haven't driven since."
Adam could feel the knot of guilt tying itself in his belly as Miles talked. By the time Miles finished, his stomach would have put a whole troop of boy scouts to shame. "Oh, Miles, I... I'm really sorry. That was a super shitty thing to ask. I should have known better."
Miles shrugged a shoulder and smiled slightly. "It's fine. I'm used to it all, and it doesn't really bother me anymore. And if it does, I just shut it out until it doesn't. I'mma head home."
"Wait, Miles. Do you... want a ride? My car's out in the garage," Adam stated, sticking a thumb over his shoulder in a vague direction. Seeing the hesitant look on Miles' face, Adam quickly jumped in again. "Please? I'd feel terrible knowing you're stuck on a sweltering bus when my car works perfectly fine," he said, eyes imploring.
Miles sighed and rolled his eyes, but didn't lose his smile. "Fiiiine. If it makes you happy."
"It does," Adam said, smirking and grabbing his dick through his sweats. Immediately as he did it, he remembered himself. "I... should not get in the habit of that. Or anything similar."
Miles cackled and said, "Yeah, that's one-hundred percent an HR violation."
The walk down to the garage was uneventful; Adam led Miles to the back hallway leading to the stairwell, rather than the elevators.
Better to just avoid the chatter.
The garage was cooler than outside, but not by much. The air conditioner in the car was going to be an absolute godsend.
Just a few seconds from the door, Adam veered off toward his silver Mercedes, and the doors unlocked automatically when his fob got in range. Miles whistled softly. "Pretty!"
The corner of Adam's mouth tipped up slightly as he turned to see Miles ogling the car. "Yeah, it's nice. Nothing crazy, but it's definitely the fanciest car I've ever had." With a grunt, Adam swung his long legs into the car, immediately hitting the air conditioning as the engine purred to life. Miles slid into the black leather seat next to him and rattled off his address.
"Do you mind if we stop by my place before I get you home? It's literally on the road we'll take to your place, and I
hate
these clothes," Adam said. He glanced over at Miles with a questioning look.
"Sure, yeah. No worries," Miles replied. "I need to use the bathroom again anyway." Adam's mind began wandering lasciviously, and he chided it into submission.
—
Half an hour later, they were only just over halfway to Adam's condo. There had been an accident on the main thoroughfare, and traffic was clogged to hell and back. Adam slumped his head back against the headrest and moaned. "This is the only reason I would be tempted to bus. At least if you get trapped in terrible traffic on a bus, you can still be doing something else in the meantime," Adam mentioned.
Miles remained quiet, looking out the window. "You doing ok there, bud?" Adam said with a chuckle, peering over toward his new friend.
Miles grimaced and said, "Wha? Oh, sorry. I'm just really distracted. I drank a whole twenty-four ounce water bottle right after we got out of the shower, and it's definitely hitting me now." Adam could hear the strain and concentration in the younger man's voice.
"Oof. That blows. Well, we'll be to my place fairly soon if this
god damn traffic will ever fuck off jesus christ,
" Adam blustered, slapping the steering wheel. "Sorry. I just really need to blow off some steam. That whole thing today wound me up so bad."
Adam glanced over just in time to see Miles reaching down to his jeans and squeezing the outline of his penis through the fabric. Adam grunted lightly. "Good god, dude. Your dick is huge even flaccid. What is that, six inches?"
Miles continued to grip his cock with his fingers, and Adam's mind wandered into a situation where
he
was the one gripping Miles' dick like that. "Probably something like that," he heard Miles say. "I've never measured it, but I think it's around nine inches hard, so six seems reasonable."
"Your flaccid dick is the same size as my erection," Adam chuckled.
"You're lucky, honestly. This thing is a pain in the ass. Literally, sometimes. Not
my
ass," Miles quickly clarified. "Other people's—you know what, nevermind," he said, as Adam snickered. His mind was drifting again, however, to the possibility of it being a pain in Miles'
own
ass—
Ok, Bryant, mind out of the gutter. Eyes on the road.
"Incidentally, Miles, I realized we probably should have taken a sec to discuss health before we jumped each other's bones earlier. I haven't been with anyone since I last got tested as clean," Adam said, finishing with an inquisitive look toward Miles.
"Yeah, you're right," Miles replied in concession. "Luckily I'm the same. Haven't been with anyone in a couple years, honestly. It's hard to get myself to date people when I'm constantly scared of pissing myself in front of them," he said, and Adam had a feeling that his mostly even voice belied more sadness than he let on.
"Cool," Adam said, placing his hand on Miles' knee and squeezing reassuringly. "About the health, I mean. I'm sorry about the last bit."
Miles looked over and smiled briefly before grimacing and going back to holding his swollen penis.
After another minute or so, they broke through the worst of the traffic, and they made it to Adam's condo within five minutes. Adam pulled into his parking spot under the building, and then hopped out of the car. "You know if you really can't wait, you can just pee here in the garage. No one will see or care," Adam said to Miles as the shorter man stood up from his seat and closed the door with a booming echo.
"I can wait—I'm pretty sure," Miles said with a grimace, shoving his hand against the piss hardon within his jeans.
"Suit yourself," Adam said, before leading the way to the elevator. The ride up to his condo was relatively long, unfortunately. He lived on the forty-fourth floor, near the top of the building, and the elevator was older than he would have liked.
A little over a minute into the ride, they were passing the thirtieth floor when Miles suddenly growled, "
Shit!
"And pressed on his crotch. "I have to go literally right now," he said quickly, looking up at Adam with scared eyes.
Adam's own eyes grew wide and he said, "I mean, just pull it out and pee a little in the corner, I guess. Janitorial comes through three or four times a week. They're probably here tonight." It took exactly zero-point-five seconds for his dick to react to the thought of Miles having to pee in the corner—or in his pants. Almost instantly, his cock chubbed up into a full-blown erection.
"I... really don't want to—hnnng," Miles tried to stammer out. As he groaned, he immediately began fumbling with his button and fly, and Adam saw a wet spot begin to bloom at the point where Miles' cockhead rested in his pants.
"Oh, Miles..." Adam said, trailing off as he watched the unfolding disaster before him. He could see how badly Miles' hands were shaking. In a split second, he made a decision and stepped toward Miles, pushing his hands out of the way and deftly undoing the button and zipper of Miles' jeans. Miles immediately spun to face the wall and whipped his fully-engorged, nine-inch cock out of his soaked underwear, just in time for a trickle of clear piss to land on the tile floor of the elevator as he regained control of his bladder. He let out a frustrated growl.
Adam was throbbing in his pants now. He looked down at Miles' pants, and covered his smile with his hand. The young man's right leg was wet from midway down the side pocket all the way to his knee, with a stream down the inside of his calf as well that stopped just short of his shoe.
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