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Trapped in traffic, my bladder screams for relief. I pull over, scanning the area for a secluded spot. Zipper down, I aim for the street, but my aim's off. The hot stream soaks my pants, the warmth spreading. A car pulls up, a curious face peering out. Panicked, I zip up, but not before the driver sees the mess. My cock, now limp, dangles in my soiled pants, a sticky reminder of my public pee desperation.