Ricky is a mechanic—or at least training to become one—standing just over six feet tall with a lean frame and an average-sized dick. I'd expected it to be bigger, but Ricky was no grower; he was a shower through and through.
He lived with his sister in a cramped apartment with paper-thin walls, which made filming tricky. The only way he'd agree to do the fetish was if we started early—5:30 or 6:00 in the morning—while his sister was still asleep. So we dragged ourselves out of bed at that ungodly hour and made it happen. Ricky tried to keep quiet, but between his heavy breathing, muffled moans, and restless fidgeting, silence was impossible.
When our video chat began at 5:30 AM, Ricky had just woken up. Like most people, the first thing in the morning, the urge to pee was already strong—and for him, it was intense from the start.
What followed was a slow, building desperation. Sitting cross-legged on his bed, Ricky squirmed and shifted constantly, squeezing himself hard to keep control. His face tightened with every wave of pressure. Eventually, the strain became too much, and he started to stand, ready to dash to the bathroom—but we stopped him just in time, permitting him to let go.
The release was instant. Ricky's boxers darkened as streams poured through the fabric, splattering audibly onto the floor. You could feel his relief even through the screen. When he finally slowed, he claimed he was done—but we weren't buying it. With a little coaxing, he kept going until his boxers clung to his legs, heavy and damp. Kay couldn't help but comment, "I can't believe you held it that long." Ricky's reply was perfect: "Babe, honestly, I didn't want to let you down, but I was leaking way more than you think. My bed and ass are soaked—you couldn't tell."
Rewatching the video later, you can hear subtle leaks in moments where you can't quite see them—proof of just how much he'd been fighting to hold back. Ricky gave us a performance that was raw, genuine, and unforgettable—two thumbs up.