A friend of mine, we'll call him George Costanza, was cuddling one evening and all went well right up to the point of saying goodbyes. George had been wearing teal colored sweats for the session, brand new. He had forgotten the preferred black ones, and these were on special at the store. The cuddler provider was gathering things and he rolled off the hotel bed. George noticed his cuddler's eyes widen and drop towards his waist. She seemed distracted and said goodbye and left rather quickly. George looked down and saw two dime-sized drops of wetness on his new sweats, by the crotch. Trying to imagine what the cuddler was thinking, whether it was slight urinary incontinence or an outright nocturnal emission, either way it was embarrassing. What it was really was, was fluid that lubricates the gizmo, a natural response, courtesy of Cowper's gland. It wasn't leaked from a bladder nor was it blasted there. George wanted to open the door and yell out "It was Cowper's fluid!", but the moment had passed.
Without actually having a full masted erection, and hardly being aware of any stirrings during the hours they cuddled together, the body was doing its housekeeping, having its own ideas about the purpose of arranging for a woman to be so close for all that time. George was innocent, and the telltale teal almost spoiled what had up to that moment been a practically perfect cuddle session.