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Austria reminded himself that he was alone, that he could do this, that nobody would have to find out. But when he stepped into the shower, wearing only a pair of jeans, his anxiety came back full force.
He left in an instant to check if his bathroom door was locked. After sighing a breath of relief, he looked back to the window in the room. The blinds and curtains were both closed, covering the stained glass. He had to remind himself that you couldn't see anything through the frosted glass anyway, so he didn't need to worry. He didn't even have neighbours at the same height as this window.
It reassured him to think that, so he stepped back into the shower.
Austria put a hand to his clothed dick, squeezing himself. He was painfully hard, even through his anxiety. His bladder was full, not enough for him to get desperate, but enough. He attempted to pee, but it wouldn't come out. So he took his other hand to where his bladder was, pressing down. A light dribble escaped, but he accidentally stopped it.
He pressed down harder, this time pushing his muscles as if he was taking a shit and closing his legs together. And finally, a stream began.
Austria could feel his pants getting soaked and he put both his hands to the wet spot. He spread the wetness with his hands as it travelled down his pant legs. Putting his right hand onto his dick, stroking himself through the pants as the warm wetness continued to soak him.
As the stream died down, he got closer to his end. It only took him a few more strokes before he came. It was embarrassingly fast, making Austria's face heat up as his pants cooled down.
Taking deep breaths he calmed down and looked at the mess he made. He peeled off his pants which became uncomfortably tight, before he threw them into the washing machine. In the end he took a shower, making sure to scrub himself and the shower to erase all evidence of this.