As he laid on a beach chair, the cheetah felt a slight spasm in his bladder. He had been ignoring the growing pressure in his nether regions to enjoy some more relaxation in the sun, but that was just a smidge too uncomfortable. He squeezed his thighs together as he leaned up, and scanned the beach. The nearest bathroom was all the way on the boardwalk, but the water was just a few yards away. He thought it wouldn’t be so bad to pee in the ocean, everyone else did it anyway. 
            He leisurely walked into the water, and was already knee deep, when an ear splitting whistle pierced the air. “Everyone! Out of the water, high tides coming in!” The lifeguard yelled. “That means you too cheetah!”. He was spotted trying to inch into waist high water. 
            He begrudgingly moved back to dryland with all the other patrons. He stood there, awkwardly, legs shaking, and a slightly pained look on his face. He looked for other lazy ways to relieve his bladder. He saw kids nearby making a castle and a barely-lit light bulb popped in his head.
            He got to he knees and happily built a pile of sand up to his crotch. He slipped his tender length out of his swim trunks, and stuck it into the soft sand. He was prepared to release right into his mini-mountain, when a group of human kids ran up to him. He grunted as the flow stopped before it even left him.
            “A kitty!” They all pat and scratched his head, completely uninvited. As much as he kinda enjoyed that scritch under his chin, or that head rub felt a little good, or-oh! That behind-the-ear scratch is really nice...But! There was more urgent matters at foot...including the fact that his dick was out around little kids. He quickly slipped his trunks over his penis and closed his thighs tightly. “Can we help too?” They asked excitedly, referring to the pile of sand at his knees. 
            “Uh, s-sure!” He blurted. He felt himself shaking out of desperation and quickly stumbled to his feet. “B-but first I have to use bathroom.” He admitted with a slight blush. The kids all ‘aww’ed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back!’ He shouted as he ran to the boardwalk, not sure if he meant it. He no longer cared that it was far, he just really needed to let this out.
            When he got to the toilets, his heart sank.There was a line of 10 other guys all waiting for a free stall. He sighed, and waited at the back. 
            He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to look dignified, but he still looked out of place. A 4.9’ cheetah with a thin nerdy frame, big vulnerable green eyes, and that baby face all felines seemed to shared. He, one of the few furries on the beach, looked nothing like the taller more manly humans on line with him. Combined with his desperate fidgets, he was a train wreck. 
            After about 5 minutes of squirms and twitching, he noticed something, the line wasn’t moving at all, in fact it seemed to get longer! Little kids came to stand with their fathers already on line in front, adding at least 6 more people.The poor cheetah was outraged! He may have said something, only if those men weren’t such tall handsome jerks!
            He looked around with his legs crossed and making subtle little bounces. There has to be somewhere else! The water was still closed....too many people in the sand...A twinge in his bladder briefly shrouded his thinking. He pressed his thighs together tighter, and gave a quiet wince. Some more urgent look arounds and his eyes fell on the path. The path from the beach was flanked by palm trees and thick tropical vegetation on each side, perfect for a private potty! 
            He got off line and rushed to the path, awkwardly speed walking with his thighs pressed together and hips swaying, trying and failing to hide his desperation. Humans giggled as he blew by, he didn’t know whether it was he was the cause of it, but regardless a blush creeped up his face. 
            As soon as he rounded the corner on to the path and found himself alone, he put a paw on his crotch and started a desperate jog. As his body bounced, spurts of urine leaked out, dampening his swim trunks. He gasped at the warmth, pressed both paws into his crotch and took off in a full sprint, putting those meaty cheetah legs to work. 
            When he could no longer hear sounds of the beach, he finally stopped. The change in motion sent a sharp pain through his bladder, he let out a mewl as more urine spurted out to relieve the pressure. He strained to stop the stream, squeezing his crotch harder, and crossing his legs. He bent slightly while the pulsations in his bladder waned. 
            When he finally stood straight up, his there were tears in his eyes, a noticeable wetness on his trunks, his face red, and his teeth gritted. He made a short dash off the path, and into the plants, stopping under the shade of a palm tree.
            He bounced from foot to foot, hands in crotch, doing a little potty dance. He surveyed the area: nice and quiet, far enough from the path, and under the darkness of the tree’s shade. He tried to stop moving but he felt a dangerous rush moving to his groin, resulting more bouncing around, while he tried to get a grip on his swim trunk strings.
            He gave a quiet groan, straining to keep his bladder shut for these last few painful seconds. That stubborn string on his trunks just needed a few more tugs... His face burned red in anticipation for a sweet release, however his bladder simply reached its limit. He gasped as a steady stream of piss flowed from his crotch soaking his trunks. While his feet desperately pattered the ground, the panicked cheetah yanked his trunks down to his penis base, exposing his plump backside to the warm coastal air, and whipped his leaking member from out of the waistband.
            As soon as his dick was freed, a full force torrent of urine splattered the ground. He gave a shuddering sigh. The intense relief caused his whole body to shake. The hot tears in his eyes clouded his vision, and combined with his pee-gasm trembles, caused his stream to leave a wild veering soaked pattern on the ground. After the initial relief, the feeling of his bladder becoming lighter, and warm tingle of urine flowing out of him set the cheetah in a relaxed, blissful mood. He closed his eyes and let out a light moan as the rest of his golden payload trickled out of him, letting the pleasant emptying feeling wash over him.
            Finally the stream petered out to a few lasting drops on his cockhead. He opened his eyes. Being in a much less frantic state than earlier, he noticed the beauty around him. Bright tropical flowers, tall palm trees, chirping birds, and golden sunshine beaming down in open spots between the trees. There he stood, essentially nude, in the middle of it. To be alone, with his body exposed gave him such an “alive” feeling. He took advantage of it, and stood there, letting the sunrays kiss his parts, stretching in the warmth to alleviate the ache of a once full bladder, even scratching a nagging itch he felt on his rump. Such a crude action out in the open, still made him blush, despite being alone.
            Eventually he felt it was time to return to the beach. He did promise those kids a sandcastle after all….well if they’re still even waiting. How long was he gone anyway? As he pulled up his trunks, he gasped at the feeling of the now cool urine soaked into the fabric. It dripped onto his legs and the ground. He gave a sad mewl, and his face turned red in shame. Sure he would blend in with the many wet trunked swimmers, yet the pungent smell of feline urine would sure bring people’s negative attention. Although….the beach has showers to wash off saltwater, perhaps it could do the same for this little accident. With a feeling of optimism, he rushed back with a mission of finishing those castles, and maybe even getting more of those priceless head pats.