Here we have 18-year-old Mikey, a cheerful and playful young guy with an easy smile. He’d been sick with a cold but still wanted to spend time with Kay again. She wasn’t willing to until he was feeling better and agreed to take part in her fetish again. Still under the weather, Mikey sipped steadily from his water bottle, dressed in loose gray basketball shorts. The fluids worked fast, and before long, he was shifting from foot to foot, his legs tense, his movements restless.
He spoke openly about his growing discomfort, but Kay reminded him he couldn’t go until she said so. Rising from his seat, Mikey’s legs trembled slightly, his breathing quickened, and each sigh carried a clear edge of frustration. Kay continued urging him to drink more and wait longer. Determined to follow through, he pushed himself past his limit—until the pressure became so intense he let out short groans, trying to keep his composure.
Eventually, he began to lose the battle, pressing his legs together and glancing away, as though to hide the fact that control was slipping. He asked repeatedly for permission, and finally, she gave a small nod. Mikey exhaled sharply and let go in an audible, rushing release that seemed to go on forever. The sound echoed in the room as the tension melted from his body. When it was over, he stood still for a moment, catching his breath, visibly lighter and much more at ease.
 He then takes his dick out jerking while still wearing those piss soaked shorts. Jerking it until he shoots a nice load tell Kay “once he felt better that load would be for her”