Reid is back, and just like before, he’s ready to push his limits — but this time, he’s in for a full-blown adventure. At five-foot-six, he’s lean, toned, and completely smooth, with an average-sized cut cock and dressed simply in a pair of white briefs for this little escapade.
    After a few drinks, he gets in his car and decides to go for a drive. Restless and fidgeting, he grips the steering wheel tightly, trying to focus on the road even as his legs tremble with nervous energy. After about ten minutes, he pulls into the vast, dimly lit parking lot of a large outlet mall. The place is nearly empty, the soft hum of his engine breaking the silence. He begins jerking off, taking himself to the edge without cumming, but every time he gets really close and stops, he begins oozing cum from the tip of his dick down to his balls.
    The tension is clear, Reid has to pee — he’s teetering between control and release, breath catching as he fights to stay composed. For a while, he manages, but the strain shows. His breathing quickens, his movements become erratic, and it’s obvious he’s nearing his breaking point.
    He steps out of the car, setting up his camera, pacing and shifting from one foot to the other. Every motion is jittery, a physical manifestation of the inner battle he’s fighting to keep control of his extremely full bladder. Soon, it’s clear he can’t hold out much longer. His body tenses, and he lets out a strained sound — frustration, relief, and surrender all rolled into one.
    After several long minutes, Reid finally gets back into the car, his exhaustion evident. He drives to a nearby café, moving with the careful focus of someone trying to keep it together. Sitting in the drive-through line, he looks like he’s barely hanging on — his jaw tight, his hands trembling.
    Once he gets his coffee, he heads home, every mile feeling longer than the last. By the time he pulls into his garage, he’s visibly shaking. He grabs his drink and his camera, rushing inside. In his room, the tension that’s been building all night finally gives way.
    The moment speaks for itself — the release of his full bladder and all that piss. The quiet aftermath that follows when adrenaline fades and calm finally takes over, and Reid is left standing there in his completely soaked jeans