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4 minutes ago, wannawatch said:

Incredibly hot.. As always! 

Thank you. 

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Great to see you back writing again. Brilliant stuff as always. Thank you. Can't wait for the next one now.

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Great to see you writing.  This is great.  Hope for some female ones too.

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❤️❤️❤️ this one. Such a fan of male desperation, and the little leak in the cup was super hot!  I’d like to be his assistant and hold the cup for him😁

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What's better than to sit in the pool ,with a cup of coffee..enjoying yet another fine tale of my favorite author !!

Thank you for sharing !

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1 hour ago, Marco said:

@Mbgpeelover, You really are a writer!

Awww thank you. This is by far my favourite stuff to write but in ‘real life’ I am a writer by trade. 

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Re January:  The Gym Owner, I read online a post from a personal trainer who drank large amounts of water throughout the day and was proud of the fact that he could work a six hour shift without interrupting to pee.  Clearly, he had developed his sphincter muscle along with the others.

Well-written stories.

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Awesome as always, I love this series and can't wait for more! You must be running out of professions to choose from 😂

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March: the telecom engineer

 

Jonathan was recently divorced, a bit overweight and going through a difficult time but work was providing the time to think and reflect that he so urgently needed. Jonathan thrived as a lone worker. Things needed done his way or not at all and he had a very low tolerance for time wasters. He was also socially awkward and very shy and never happier than when his head was stuck in a green telephone exchange at the end of a quiet street with wires and electronics for company. He’d worked in the telecom industry long enough to see many changes; pay changes, conditions changing and way too many company name changes; yet still customers were faced with just the simple choice of overhead wires or cables under the ground. He did the overhead wires while the rival company did the underground ones. 

 

He’d connected remote cottages, fixed complex cabling issues at huge offices and brought broadband to thousands of customers. He could re-route lines, knew where every town in his area had their main exchange and he stayed until the job was done. more often than any of his colleagues. Unlike many of his younger colleagues he took great pride in making sure every line had the quickest line speed possible and he tested, his own way, to make sure. 

 

While he didn’t have a whole lot of ‘buddies’ he was well respected by his colleagues and bosses. Still, in his late forties, he preferred to use older equipment than newer stuff and he stuck dogmatically to the fact he never worked weekends. He also preferred knowing what his day entailed before leaving but the current system of ‘display and dispatch’ meant he had to declare his availability and the company would dispatch him to any job anywhere in the area as if he was a taxi not an engineer. If he had been more outspoken he would have told the company what he thought of this most recent change. Instead he just shut up and worked as he always did. 

 

Jonathan woke up alone, had a large mug of coffee and read the paper and then signed in as available. Immediately he was assigned a street where six properties had contacted their suppliers to say they had no phone of internet at all and he was sent to sort it out. As he set off for the 30 minute drive he poured the rest of his coffee percolator into a flask and headed to work. On arrival at the street he parked up, had some more coffee and signed in to say he was ‘on the job’ as he caught up with all the house numbers and detailed reports online via his phone while he finished his coffee. 

 

Before he got out his van he had already deduced that something had happened to the street box since all six neighbours had woke to no dealing tone and no internet. He was determined to source and fix the problem. He just hoped the storm that had ravished during the night had passed so he wouldn’t get soaked in torrential rain. He put his flask away and opened the green box to check if there was a line coming in. That, at least, appeared to be fine though not as high a current as he had expected. A quick look along the street of 1940’s houses told him the chances were the wiring in the street would be as old as the houses in some places. His company was not known for proactively replacing cabling and they tended to go on the opinion of ‘if its working leave it be.’ 

 

Next was to earmark which of all the lines in the box belonged to which property and by now the coffee wasn’t just keeping Jonathan alert, it was also filling his bladder. At some point he would need to visit the main exchange so he would just run into a supermarket then for the loo. Right now though he had too much else to think about. 

 

It was easy to spot all six lines as every single one had no signal and indeed the entire side of the street was affected, with the unaffected other properties getting their supply via the underground rival cable company. This was a serious fault. After another half an hour with his head in the box Jonathan realised that the storm the night before had resulted in lightning striking the box and frazzling a main wire. His job was now to locate that wire and fix it. 

 

With his concentration 100% on the job Jonathan traced the wires of all six houses to a nearby park so he set off to test each wire at that point to deduce where the fault was. He had left his van on the street but taken with him his large bag and at the park he found the telegraph pole, checked it was within its safety check times then he climbed it with a line tester in his hand. He quickly discovered that the power to the pole was fine but there was no power from the pole to the box in the street and that the power he had tested in the box was that coming from the opposite side of the street only, hence it’s lower current.

 

Jonathan climbed down the pole and walked back to his van. It was almost 11am and he had been on the job two hours and already discovered the root of the problem. He also, rather inconveniently, had a very full bladder but there was little he could do to fix that particular problem. He’d need to wait for lunch now for that. Jonathan climbed back into his van and updated his job on the operation portal as ‘fault located. Job in progress’ so that customers could be kept informed. 

 

His next step was to find out if the entire cable needed replaced from the telegraph pole to the box or just part of it. While to Jonathan’s mind the best solution (and easiest) would be to replace the entire strength of cable, company policy stated all repairs must be of minimum cost, minimum length of cable and the least intrusive to customers. There was a real air of distrust having crept into the company as fraud investigators had unearthed some very unethical staff members who had been charging customers directly for things and pocketing the money. The implications of this ran deep and meant that even Jonathan’s van was now tracked so gone were the days when he could just drive to a supermarket or shopping centre for a loo break mid shift like ‘the good old days’. Nowadays the company clearly wanted robotic engineers who had no need to eat, take breaks or urinate! 

 

Jonathan climbed out his van and opened the green box again and isolated the one side of the street. He then located the line from the pole and tested it at the box to find it had no signal at the box either. This meant there was no point in tracing where it needed replaced as he could justify replacing the entire length since both ends had no connection. His van had the right cabling but he wasn’t sure he had enough so he walked from the box to the pole following the line of the telephone line as best he could to measure its length, very aware of his ever increasing pressure in his bladder. He stopped as the wire ran through a garden and out of necessity he rang their bell to ask permission to walk through their property. Aware this property was one affected by the issue he was sure they would be helpful but as he stood waiting for an answer all Jonathan could think about was the fact he ought not to have drank so much coffee earlier! 

 

Having gained permission to walk through their garden (if only they had given him permission to use their bathroom too he wished!) he walked through the garden and estimated the length of wire needed. He returned to his van and climbed in the back quite distracted with his full bladder and having to give himself a brief squeeze in the privacy of his vehicle. By now it was almost mid day so after he noted he had sufficient length of cabling he logged into the portal again on his phone to request a lunch break. Food wasn’t his main concern but finding a bathroom was and Jonathan hated the fact the couldn’t just drive his van to one without having to get permission first. He felt like he was back at school which angered him. 

 

He got into the drivers seat eagerly waiting a response from the portal while bouncing his legs. He knew the area and he knew there was a supermarket minutes away if only he could get permission to drive there and piss. 

 

He waited. 

 

And waited. 

 

By now having to rub himself a fair bit. 

 

Driving the van away from the street with the tracking device could trigger a sacking offence and his life was a mess enough without that right now. 

 

Finally ten minutes later Jonathan’s phone rang. It was one of his bosses. 

 

Ten minutes later and Jonathan was even more angry, annoyed and bursting! One of the customers in the street had called in (on their mobile) complaining bitterly that the engineer was sitting in their van ‘doing nothing’ while they urgently needed their line fixed. There was no way the company could appear to allow an engineer to ‘shop in work time’ given the formal complaint so Jonathan was made to verbally update his boss on the job and then he was told to ‘just replace that whole cable, check all six properties personally then finish up.’ The call ended with an apology and Jonathan wanted to say he really wanted, actually NEEDED, to use a bathroom but he knew it wouldn’t have changed anything anyway. 

 

With a heavy heart and a bursting bladder Jonathan climbed back out his van and walked back to the park with his bag and the long length of cable. Climbing a telegraph pole desperate to pee would never rank as Jonathan’s favourite jobs ever but wrapping his legs tightly around the pole at the top and pressing against it as he secured the new cable did offer a little relief at least. He tossed the cable into the garden in the street and climbed back down. Walking back to the street he wished the park had been quieter so he could have had a discreet pee again the bushes. The job had a good few hours left and he doubted he could hold off another half an hour let alone until the job was done! Anger and frustration built up with the added adrenaline at least keeping his mind off his hard bladder longing for release. 

 

Back in the street he placed his bag in the van and jogged down the garden to find his cable, bending to get it whilst giving his penis a squeeze. He longed to just pull it out and pee on the grass but knew that couldn’t happen. He unwound enough cable and left it lying as he reached the wall of the house. He ran back to his van having to keep moving to prevent himself pissing himself. He slid the ladders from the roof of his van and set them against the wall of the house. Before climbing Jonathan bounced around a bit then gave himself another pinch before somehow managing to climb the ladder and secure the cable. He moved the ladder along a few metres and repeated that again, moaning as his bladder screamed for release. 

 

Finally he allowed the cable to fall at the end of the wall and he loosely secured it both to the side of the wall and under a fence and hedge until it finally connected with the green box. Dancing rather unceremoniously Jonathan was impressed he even managed to connect the cable in the box at all such was his need to release his bladder! But he did it and after a quick test he could see that initial findings were that all six lines should be back working again. 

 

Surely, Jonathan thought, I should be allowed a break now and I can return to check each house after I get to pee. He climbed back into the drivers seat of his van, this time gripping himself tightly and learning forward as he signed back into the portal to update again, sweating at the effort to hold back his bladder. 

 

Again he had to wait for permission to drive or even run to the supermarket except this time the wait was even more urgent. He could feel the pressure on his urethra, his testicles tingled and his back hurt. His penis throbbed with the pressure from his fingers and thumb squeezing it and from an absolute urgent desire to pee. Alone in the van Jonathan moaned with the effort and swore between gritted teeth. 

 

‘For fuck’s sake I have to God damn piss!’ 

 

He typed in ‘line replaced. Connections now working. Request for break before checking speeds please.’ Each letter seemed to move as he typed as his head spun and could think of nothing more than releasing his bladder. As Jonathan waited on permission he sat upright with his muscles taught and his hand tight around his dick. 

 

His hand sweat as he waited for the phone to beep to allow him permission to drive away. 

 

Silence. 

 

‘Fuck man! This is bloody ridiculous. I have to piss so bad!’ 

 

Jonathan checked the portal but again there was no reply. 

 

A strong wave hit and Jonathan leaned over the steering wheel as he pushed his bottom back into the seat. Something had escaped! He was nearing his absolute limit now! 

 

He checked the phone but when he saw no more reply he climbed out the drivers seat and knelt down by the side of the van bouncing on his knees. He felt another wave and shaking from both the need to piss so badly and the terrifying thought of being watched he rested his head on the van on top of the front drivers wheel and undid his fly. He knew he risked his job but he also knew he would be working in soaking wet trousers if he didn’t do something drastic. It was starting to rain now so he hoped no-one would notice as he pulled his shaking penis out and let another big spurt shoot out onto the van wheel. 

 

Too scared to let any more out he pushed his member back inside biting down on his lip and zipped up. He had so much more to release but no suitable place to do so. Jonathan held himself through his work trousers tightly as he heard his work phone beep. He swore as he read ‘speeds to be tested then half hour break approved.’ 

 

‘You have to be joking? How the fuck do I do that without pissing myself?’ 

 

Jonathan had never wanted to quit and slap his bosses as much as he did then. 

 

Then he remembered that the owner of house with the main wire in the garden had been home and maybe, just maybe, he could muster the courage to ask to use their bathroom? 

 

He hobbled to their door dancing as he waited for the bell to ring. The same male as before answered and allowed him in. He was shown the master socket and Jonathan apologised and set up his line tester whilst squirming as discretely as possible. An awkward silence was broken by the noise of Jonathan rubbing his trousers as quietly as he could. 

 

‘Been a long job to fix mate?’ 

 

‘Yes and no. Finding the fault was quick but rectifying it took longer.’ In muttered quieter tones Jonathan whispered ‘if only I could rectify my own problem.’ Jonathan moaned softly again as another wave hit and his rubbing got instinctively harder and faster. 

 

‘Everything ok mate?’

 

‘Sorry. No mate. Your line speed seems great but would you mind if I used your bathroom? I’m absolutely bursting for a piss mate.’

 

‘Oh. Oh. Of course you can. It’s just under the stairs.’ 

 

Jonathan stood up his face read, his hand tight between his legs and his heart racing. As he stood another spurt leaked and a noticeable wet area appeared on Jonathan’s crotch. Jonathan bent forward and headed quickly for ten stairs but before he could open the toilet door a loud hissing noise indicated to both the customer and Jonathan that it was too late. Embarrassed and mortified Jonathan froze as his entire bladder emptied eight in front of a customer in their home. 

 

After an awkward silence the customer quietly asked if Jonathan had wanted to go earlier when he asked permission to walk through the garden. 

 

Jonathan muttered back shyly ‘Yes I did.’ 

 

‘Oh God you must have been absolutely bursting holding that long! You should have asked the first time. I was pissed off at no phone or internet but hey your a human not a robot. We all have to piss after all.’ 

 

‘If only my employer realised that’ Jonathan thought. 

 

‘If only...’

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Absolutely loved this ! Thank you for sharing yet another great tale.. (personally, I can say I've been there myself. Not completely wetting but still..)

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Another brilliantly written story. You are such a good writer, I'm sure that there is potential for a novel or two in you!

Thanks for keeping this wonderful series going.

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Yet another great story.  Thanks for these two sets of stories and  all your other contributions and stories

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Great story! Fantastic attention to detail! Could feel his pain!! 

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