Unfortunately, Angel is what I like to call a stuck-up precious little bitch, though he's damn good-looking. Some say you have the right to be a dick when you're that good-looking. Genuine or not, we didn't care; we had one goal & this Latino didn't make it easy.
Angel is one of those guys that is so good-looking that, somewhere in the world, there is some ugly fucker cursing Angel's name for taking his share of good looks. He's tall, about six-foot, with smooth skin. What some would say is a perfect complexion. When he smiles, you become blinded by his white teeth, and when he takes his pants off to reveal his dick. The small cock you wished you'd see is replaced by a long, thick, juicy, uncut cock.
We chatted for a couple of hours; he finally agreed to do what we were asking, and the whole time he was drinking, we thought great by the time we convinced him he'd have to pee. We had him fill up his water bottle twice, which was pretty significant; after sitting for a little longer, we had him stand up and let out a tiny bit of piss to get things rolling. As he sat down, that cocky, confident twink we were once talking to was gone, and he wasn't saying much. That also honestly slipped our minds when we started.
After Angel finished, he sat down, but before sitting, he tried to grab a towel to put under him; we didn't allow it, so he removed it. His squirming, fidgeting, and moaning increased drastically, so we decided to get him up to stand still with his dick out shortly after. He does it, but you can tell his desperation has increased, and he doesn't seem happy about something. He sits back down, and we get back to chatting, but he demands a time clock at this point. "How much longer give me a time," Angel writes,  so I look at Kay and smile and say, "I wonder how many times we can tell him five minutes."
The first five minutes go by, and there is nothing out of the ordinary except Angel has to piss. He asks again, and we tell him another five, and then all of a sudden, we get a message from him that says, "I didn't know what to do. I couldn't hold it. I've been pissing." Kay and I were so confused; we looked at him while he sat down; it didn't look like he had pissed. Our initial thought was what shady trick is this twinks up to. So I asked if he had pissed it all and if there was anything left? He replied, "well, not going to lie, I pissed a lot, but I have more," so he stood up and instantly started, and the first thing we both realized was the sweatpants weren't darkening. Whatever fabric it was made, it was easy for him to hide and contain what was going on. He messaged us. I can't believe this even happened. I didn't even know what to do; Kay and I were lost. We didn't know what to say, and as I started to try and get details, he sat back down, sent us one last message saying, "I can't believe I did that. I'm so embarrassed," and ended the call
 
*I don't know what it is about this video, but I find it hot as fuck. This cocky boy couldn't tell us he had to piss and couldn't hold it; instead sat there and pissed himself.*