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If I hadn’t just rubbed one out, I probably would’ve cum right there and then. Hazel was just cooking away, minding her own business, and she was wetting herself. It was so hot that, despite my recent release, I felt my cock get hard.

“Go change; I’ll finish up here,” I offered, mostly just to get her away from potentially seeing the rising tent in my pants.

“Thanks baby, It’s ready. It just needs to be put on a plate. I’ll only be a moment,” Hazel said before scurrying off to our bedroom. I stepped up to the stove and took a deep breath, trying to settle my arousal. The erection response to her wet pants was nearly instant and seemingly unavoidable. Some reflection after my premature incident in the shower allowed me to realize that, since probably puberty and my sexual discovery, I’ve either cum to wetting porn, diaper porn, or in Hazel.

There were a few other girlfriends, but Hazel has been my longest-running. So my basic psychology classes would say that I’ve likely conditioned a response to get aroused and potentially cum, when I see wetting. That, combined with it being Hazel, and there was a perfect storm brewing in my pants for premature problems. As I plated the pasta, I chuckled, not sure it was all that serious. Besides, it was only once, and Hazel liked it…

“Okay, that is the LAST accident I have today,” Hazel joked, finally back from changing. I snapped out of my thoughts and cleared my throat.

“Let’s hope!”

The rest of that night went on within the realm of the ordinary, but when we got into bed, and the lights turned off, my mind couldn’t help but wander to the memories of today’s accidents. My cock stood up in a heartbeat as the image of Hazel in her wet shorts and capri pants entered my mind, and I snuggled in close to her.

Hazel chuckled and moaned when she felt how hard I was against her ass, but she shut it down.

“I’m tired, baby; it’s been a hard day,” Hazel yawned, and despite desperately wanting to fuck her, I couldn’t help but stand down in sympathy. As much as I enjoyed the accidents for personal, sexual reasons, I knew it must be stressful for her. Besides, I had already cum a couple of times that day…probably best to give it a rest.

“Fuck!” Hazel cursed, loud enough to wake me up in a jolt. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the sleep from my eyes.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked, but before I could even finish my sentence, I felt it. The bed was soaking wet.

“I’m so useless,” Hazel said, nearing tears with her head in her hands.

“Hey, it’s okay, baby,” I said, reaching over to her with my hand to comfort her. As I moved into the bed towards her, the wet sheets squished with wetness under my weight. My arousal was once again sudden and overwhelming, and as much as I tried to be supportive, I couldn’t help but be distracted by my cock in a horny panic. I was wet with pee; she was soaked with pee, fuck…

“It’s not okay. Look at this! This was not just a sneeze, cough, or jump; this was a full-on act of baby bladder. Like I can’t even trust to go to bed without soaking our sheets and mattress!” Hazel continued in hysterics.

“Well, at least we have a mattress protector. Hopefully, that saves the mattress….” I replied, but my body was trembling. My cock jerked around in my underwear, and the wetness of Hazel’s pee on it gave extra friction to the movement. I wasn’t even touching it, and I felt my urge to cum building rapidly.

“I don’t know, Bo; I peed a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Did it get you wet?” Hazel asked.

“I’m fine,” I responded, clenching the blanket so that my bouncing boner didn’t get revealed. I felt additional wetness drip down my cock as it oozed precum. I had to be careful…

“Really? Let me see!” Hazel demanded, and my stomach dropped.

“No, No I’m fine, really….”

“Bo, just show me!” Hazel said and reached over to grab the blanket.

“Really baby, I’m fine….”

“Look. You’re not saving me the embarrassment. I’m already embarrassed. I just want to see if I got you wet too!”

I paused, thought for a second, and swallowed my pride. Then, I lifted the blanket.

“See! I told you I…why are you so hard?” Hazel asked.

“Just…morning wood….”

“Hmm. Well, I don’t know…maybe I should get some diapers or something for-”

The mention of diapers was all my aroused mind needed to put me over the edge. With a final sudden and surprising wave of pleasure, my cock went from twitching and drooling to shooting full-on ropes of cum into my boxers. I buckled and flinched with every spurt of my orgasm, staring straight at the wet bed and Hazel’s soaked legs.

“What the fuck?” Hazel asked with a shocked chuckle, which was exactly what I was thinking. I looked down at my wet boxers and saw the cum dribble out from within. There was no hiding from that, but how did it happen in the first place?

“I, uh…” I didn’t know what to say.

“You’ve never cum in your pants for me before,” Hazel stated. She was correct; in fact, the only time I remember cumming in my pants was when I had wet dreams as a youth. Never in my sexual encounters with others had I had this type of accident. I was always pretty long-lasting in anything of the sort, so this sticky situation was the farthest thing from expected.

“Yeah, I…I guess I was still horny from last night?” I made up an arbitrary excuse.

“Maybe…” Hazel responded, but I could tell by the way she was staring at my cum (and piss) stained underwear that she was thinking about it.

“I guess it's laundry day!” I said, moving off the bed and breaking her concentration.

“Uh, I’ll handle it!” Hazel said, jumping up to stop me as I took off my underwear and started stripping the bed.

“I was just going to put them in the machine; I can do that!” I responded, happy to help and move on from what just happened.

“No no no, laundry is my chore…you just…have a shower? Make breakfast?” Hazel asked.

“Sure…” I responded, confused as to why she wouldn’t let me help her.

Hazel just smiled, picked up my cum-filled underwear off the floor, kissed me, and tossed them into the mess of wet sheets. Something was up, but I didn’t need to dwell on it much. I had other problems…

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