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  1. Mbgpeelover

    My first fiction

    There was a moment of awkward silence broken only by Sarah as she tried to remain composed, professional and in control. ‘It’s always hard the first time with things like this. I understand. I get nervous meeting new clients too. Why don’t we try and relax and have a break for a minute. Would you like a drink or a biscuit? I expect you have come straight from work and not had your dinner yet. I have coffee or tea if you would prefer. Actually, if there is something you want why don’t you write it down and I will do what I can to make us both comfortable. How does that sound?’ Will could feel his urine right down the entire shaft of his penis now. He was worried, very worried. Tea, coffee and water were the last things he needed right now despite his throat feeling agonisingly dry. He had never in his life been so desperate to piss. He was sure any minute he would leak. ‘If there’s something you want why don’t you write it down’ repeated in his head over and over. Yes there was something he wanted, so very very badly. Could he muster the courage to admit such a private and embarrassing need in writing? It was either than or wet himself and he hadn’t done that since he was 3 in nursery. He shuddered at that thought and picked up the whiteboard and pen, using the board to cover the fact he had one hand clasping his penis for all he was worth. Sarah sat with one leg under her wedging her foot into her throbbing vagina as her urethra pounding fast and furiously. She was so bursting, so in need of a long and satisfying pee yet so worried about excusing herself with a brand new client. She hoped the fact being in this position turned her on a lot would at least buy her some time. She hoped more than anything though that Will would be able to communicate with her. He was hunched over, so unnatural and uncomfortable looking, so embarrassed and....oh she looked at his bouncing leg, saw his eyes welling up and realised his hand was hiding under the whiteboard and suddenly she was on fire throughout her body! Her nipples were rock hard,her neck tingling, her lips in her most personal area swollen, wet and open. Suddenly it all made sense! Will needed the toilet and by the look of him very badly indeed. This was her greatest fantasy come true, her biggest sexual turn on, yet an ethical and moral complexity that always meant things like this were kept secretly locked away in her own thoughts and dreams. Her longing to pee had suddenly and embarrassingly became a longing for something else that she could never admit. Reality kicked in quickly though as she watched her client squirm and write ‘I need’ on the board. They both knew what he needed and Sarah was fascinated and curious as to why Will seemed to have stopped writing. Will had to wee. His member ached, his balls ached, his bladder ached. With trembling hands and a trembling willy he tried to overcome his anxiety and write. He managed ‘I need’ before his anxiety rose to a point he just could no longer form letters. Two words to go. Why could he not just write them? What was stopping him from telling someone his bladder was full? Why was this so difficult despite his whole body wanting it? Sweat poured from his hands, his face, his back. His breathing was so fast he was struggling. He put the board and pen on the table and exposed his crotch with his hand still tightly grabbing his penis. He could not hide this any longer as a small leak escaped. His finger felt damp but he could not let go to see anything. He had no idea how he would make it now. Sarah had to do something. She felt a leak into her underwear and she had no idea if it was urine or mucus..or both. Her poor client was looking every bit as desperate as she was and she didn’t think either of them had time to wait while Will calmed down enough to finish his sentence. Should she finish it for him? Was that the right thing to do or should she encourage him a bit more to get past this wall of fear that seemed to surround everything about him. Her bladder made the decision for her. ‘I don’t know about you Will but I could really use a comfort break. The toilets are just next door. How about we meet back in a few minutes?’ Sarah was openly pee dancing now. God she was so close to peeing herself yet so aroused. This was so exciting but embarrassing. It was all Will could do to point to the yes on the board as he stood up, instantly undoing the top button on his suit trousers and slipping his hand inside to cup his leaking penis through his boxers. Finally, finally release was imminent. He just had to get next door and try and relax. He held himself for all he was worth and edged his way to the door. Could this be the day he finally managed to release his bladder somewhere other than at home?
  2. Mbgpeelover

    My first fiction

    Chapter 4: Distracted Sarah continued the paperwork as Will continued to shift about and nod. Then she handed him a pen to sign a few forms. Will looked up as far as her hand and tried to take the pen but terrified of touching her beautiful, perfect hand he missed entirely and the pen fell to the floor. He slid forward on his chair, sliding one hand between his legs to squeeze his penis through his suit trousers and using the other to pick up the pen. God did he need to pee so bad. He lifted the clip board which Sarah had rested on the coffee table and leaned forward with his legs bouncing to sign his name. Under signature it read ‘please print name’ and Will wrote Will Highland’ in perfect capital letters. Sarah picked up the clip board and pen from the coffee table and returned them to the shelf behind her client. While out of sight she held her crotch and pee danced so grateful for the fact she had decided to wear her navy suit trousers and white blouse today rather than her tight black skirt from yesterday. She was worried about her client who seemed so bound by anxiety he could not speak but more concerned about her own bladder which was pounding for release already. It hardly seemed possible she could go from just needing to desperate this quick but then again she had drank plenty and not been near a toilet all day! With Sarah out of sight Will too had been holding himself and rubbing. He could feel his piss seeping down his urethra and ready to burst out. He was dying for a loo but unable to say. This was torture. As Sarah sat down she was struck by how awkward and uncomfortable her client looked. Of course everyone was nervous seeing her for the first time but this was different. The inability to give eye contact, or speak, the shifting about and general anxiety was on a whole new level. He was cute as hell but bound by something she longed to unravel. She suddenly had a brain wave... She walked over to a cupboard and rummaged about, coming back a moment later with a whiteboard and pen. She wrote one one side the word ‘yes’ and on the other ‘no’. Her first question was simple and inspired from her earlier forms. ‘William, it’s perfectly ok not to speak. I accept you fully and respect you regardless. Would you feel more comfortable communicating using this?’ ‘Will raised his head finally to see the board though Sarah’s words were touching him somewhere deep inside his heart. His eyes were tearing up but what he didn’t expect was his entire body reacting as his eyes met the sheer beauty and wonder of Sarah’s face. Her hair, so naturally auburn and shining with vitality and splendour, her eyes, gleaming with hope, reassurance and sexual appeal, her nose so perfect and touchable, her lips so tender and kissable. His heart almost missed a beat, the hairs on his arms standing up and his penis now suddenly erect and ready. He had never in his entire life experienced this. He longed with all his being to touch this special spectacular princess, smell her, taste her, hold her. He wanted to be inside her more than anything. Then he instantly came to himself and looked away. What on earth was he thinking! His heart and body were putty in this strangers hands and there was nothing he could do to regain control of it. Sarah wasn’t expecting William to look up. She most definitely wasn’t expecting to see the most deep, passionate, perfect brown eyes meet hers. Her entire body was set alight. His hairline, his skin, his perfectly trimmed beard...oh how she longed with all her being to passionately kiss those lips. Suddenly he looked away and the electricity souring through her body tried to ease down. She’d never in her life felt this was with anyone. But he was a client and her stupid bladder would just not stop throbbing either! She found herself lost in wonder, lost in thought, lost for words. What was she going to ask him again? Oh yes she remembered now. ‘Would you prefer I called you Will?’ Will had never been so glad in all his life to have a sudden erection. He tried pressing the end of his penis down to keep it from standing up obviously through his suit trousers. So ok his attention was still on his nether regions but at least, for the next few minutes or so, he was no longer in danger of pissing himself! He pointed to the ‘yes’ on the whiteboard. ‘Great! Then it’s great to meet you Will. I’m Sarah and I hope we can get to know each other better so I can help you work through things that are bothering you. As I said I accept you exactly as you are and together we will do whatever it takes to get you comfortable and released from anything that is causing you pain or discomfort or irritating you. I’ll go at your pace and you can guide me. My role is to see you happy, at peace and comfortable being you. Does that sound ok?’ So right now his body longed to make love to a stranger, piss an ocean and then eat some dinner but he was pretty sure she wasn’t being that literal and she was referring to the anxiety that bound his entire life, even right now to the point of struggling to communicate his physical needs. He had no hesitation in pointing to the yes on the board as his erection began fading as his bladder sent an urgent reminder of how desperate he was to piss. Boy this was awkward. No wonder he was anxious! Sarah tried to concentrate but two things were consuming her thoughts: she swore the man sitting right in front of her had the biggest erection she had ever seen which made her want him so badly her vagina was pushing out mucus like a machine in overdrive and secondly the wet mucus in her pants was about to get joined by a days worth of urine as she was absolutely dying to pee!
  3. Mbgpeelover

    My first fiction

    Chapter 3: The aura Sarah had had an incredibly busy day as always. From the hour call with her mentor this morning to the steady stream of clients all day, she had barely had 15 minutes for lunch and had kept herself going with mugs of coffee and biscuits with her clients. She knew them all well now, which although that made her therapy easier, it often meant times ran on as she caught up with all their news. It was so refreshing and exciting to see her day was ending with a fresh client. That was one of the thrills of the job for Sarah; having a fresh client where she could really make a mark. She usually booked them for a longer first session to enable them both to bond and to get through the paperwork that was her least favourite part of her job. She was already running very slightly behind time so rather than have a quick trip to the ladies before calling William through she thought best to just get started right away. Besides he looked terrified and she was worried he might flee while she took a comfort break. His legs were bouncing as if he was ready to run and he looked uncomfortable and restless so her bladder could wait a while longer. Her job and this client were of higher importance right now. As she called out his name and looked at the nervous, vulnerable, handsome man in front of her something inside her did a somersault. He was ordinary, yet different, nervous but sexy and as he slipped passed her into the room she caught a smell of him that sent shivers down her. In her six years as a therapist she had never had any client like this. She had a code of conduct though and her body needed to come in line with her professionalism, wether it wanted to or not. William was here to be helped not to be an object for her to ogle despite the fact her whole body was set alight just by his presence in the room. The man was here to be helped and she vowed to make sure she would help him any way she could. Whatever his issues were she internally promised herself to go above and beyond, not just because she fancied him at first sight but because she had a public reputation to uphold and a business to build. As Willian took a seat she bent down to pour them both some water before picking up some forms and sitting down herself. Pouring the water sent immediate waves from her bladder and she considered excusing herself before they started, having suddenly realised she hadn’t actually been to the loo all day. But that was unprofessional and she so wanted to hear Williams story and do what she could to help him. Actually she just wanted to be near him but she had to get those thoughts out of her head right away. She sat crossed legged and noticed William was sitting in the same way. While she could not take her eyes off him, he hadn’t lifted his eyes from the carpet yet. It looked like she would need to go slowly and gently this time. But she had all the time in the world...well her bladder didn’t but she was determined that her body needs would wait for now. ‘I’m so proud of you for making it here,’ she said quietly. Will never replied though he shifted in his seat. ‘I hate this bit’, she continued, ‘but unfortunately it has to be done. Can I confirm that you are William Highland and that your address is Flat 14, 20 Rose Gardens, Springland, ST6 2AB?’ Again her client shifted about in his seat, still looking at the carpet, though she noted he nodded in reply. ‘And you were referred to me by Dr Coomber for anxiety and social phobia with a query of potential autism spectrum condition?’ ‘Is that right?’ Will was increasingly uncomfortable with the demands and questions but even more uncomfortable with his increasing need to pee. He could not find a comfortable position no matter how hard he tried. His heart was beating too fast, the hairs on his neck were standing on edge and he was hot and nervous yet shivery. He wanted home, he wanted his bathroom, he wanted to be anywhere but here. But there was something spellbinding about Sarah. Her voice was like the sand at the beach on a summers day..warm, soothing and comforting. He understood everything being said and longed to reply but between the throbbing in his bladder and the horrid dryness in his throat getting words out was impossible. He could only nod.
  4. Mbgpeelover

    My first fiction

    Chapter 2: Getting There Thankfully it was still just daylight and he had already looked up the building and route on google street map. Will had prepared for everything in his head. Everything that was except his need to urinate. The seatbelt was pressing into his swollen bladder and he could feel the weight of all the liquid he had consumed swishing about inside him. He should have been home right now standing in front of his beloved personal porcelain toilet, the only one he felt comfortable using. His body sent a small spasm at that thought as his urethra pushed once again for release. Yet he had come this far. His life had to change and he knew it. If that meant having to hold his urine in that bit longer then so be it. His anxiety was controlling him and he had to get some of that control back. Will sat in his car trying to control his breathing. He could look up where he building was, he could plan the route and have a snack and water with him ready but he still had no way of knowing who would be in the building, where to go or how he would ever manage to speak to a therapist. He could not remember the last time he had a proper conversation with anyone. It was hard enough saying good morning how on earth would he answer in depth questions from a stranger? Will was sweating, breathing much faster than he should have and without realising it he had his hand over his crotch again. ‘Get yourself together Will. You can do this. Breathe....stay calm...you are in control’ he spoke to himself slowly and calmly until he gained the courage to turn off the car engine and finally walk to the entrance of the building. He looked around but as the building was located in a quite backstreet there was no-one around. He crossed his legs and rang the bell. Inside his head screamed to run, his bladder screamed for release and his legs were turning to jelly. As the buzzer sounded he opened the door tentatively terrified of what would wait him. He scanned the room, which already seemed to be closing around him, and noticed an empty waiting area, a desk with one young girl at it who he avoided giving eye contact and a few doors with labels on that he could not quite read as his eyes struggled to focus due to his anxiety. He tried to speak but the words would not come out. It was like the young girl knew. She spoke quietly but reassuringly and asked if he was William Highland. Will nodded but looked everywhere but where she was. Now he was nearer the doors he could see that one was marked ‘ladies’, one ‘gents’ and the other a little way down just read ‘in use’. Seeing the word gents somehow increased Will’s need to release his bladder instantly and he slipped his hands into his suit trouser pocket to grab his member tightly. He so longed to pee but he hadn’t used any toilet except the one in his apartment for maybe four years now and he just didn’t think he could change that, even though his entire body wanted to. If ever he needed a reminder of why he needed therapy this was it. ‘If you just have a seat Sarah will be with you very shortly,’ she said so kindly. The word shortly seemed to echo in his ears as Will fought the urge to walk out, drive away and get to the safety of his home. Instead he fought against his thoughts and found the furthest seat away from the desk as he could. He immediately crossed his legs and looked at the floor. He had no knowledge of doing so but he subtly rocked on the seat, nerves and a bursting bladder combining together to fight for his attention. How could he not just open the gents and use a cubicle or even a urinal? He tried to rationalise in his mind how unlikely it would be for anyone to be in there, let alone hear him as he released his huge torrent. He tried willing himself to walk the few metres to open that door but no matter how hard he tried his legs refused to work. He was fidgety and restless, nervous, terrified and bursting. It was an awful combination as he uncrossed his legs, leaned forward and bounced both feet on the carpet looking down at the coffee table with sweat beads forming in his forehead making his blond curls wet. Just then he heard a door open and he turned his entire body to face away from everyone like a naughty child caught doing something he shouldn’t. He heard a voice. A beautiful, angelic, calming voice call his name. He was instantly drawn like a magnet as his whole body turned as if a secret invisible current was pulling him. He stood, suddenly his legs now able to take his weight, his heart still thumping in his chest, as he walked towards the voice like an animal drawn to light. Silently he slid himself into the counselling room, still looking at the floor, as he stood there aware of an incredible, amazing aura but just as aware of a throbbing in his pants. He crossed his legs suddenly and raised his eyes to see two leather arm chairs with a small table between them with a box of tissues, a jug of water and two glasses and a small plate of biscuits. Will placed his bag on the floor and sat down on one of the seats, still sweating and terrified yet with a pride in himself that he had hit this far. He’d made it. He had got way further than he had thought he would. He was t going to let his bladder ruin things now.
  5. Mbgpeelover

    My first fiction

    Chapter 1: When issues have to be faced “Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was way more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help as for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breath he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could so do with that.
  6. Mbgpeelover

    Letting out a bit then holding on?

    That’s a sexy game though I admit I try to keep any leaks in my underwear only as I would be mortified to wet myself and be seen
  7. Mbgpeelover

    Halls of residence holding

    Thank you. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I love the idea of a man enjoying me desperate.
  8. Mbgpeelover

    Seeing John desperate

    Thank you. Friday was brilliant
  9. Hi all, I love being desperate for the toilet. I love the feeling it gives me all over and I love hearing I read seeing others in that position too. I find it a turn on. One thing that makes it even better for me when ver year very desperate is to have a small leak or a spurt then keep holding on. The wetness of my underwear combined with the fact the the plug was released and now has to be put back in makes the whole experience even more erotic and incredible. I am curious if anyone else likes this aspect too? Holding after a leak or spurt makes it so much harder! I have heard some who after leaking the game is over and the tap isn’t either open or closed. What is your experience of leaking? Can you hold on afterwards or not?
  10. Mbgpeelover

    Childhood desperation experiences

    Enjoying rereading these so thought I would add one of my own. This Happened when I was 11. The same rules applied as before because I was in upper school so we were expected to use the toilets downstairs at playtime and lunchtime and otherwise wait until home time. I tried not to drink much anyway as I hated the school toilets with their horrible half black seat tops which were cold and had a gap at the front. I hated how the doors had gaps at the top and bottom and how the cubicle walls were so thin everyone heard every drop of pee you did. I hated the smell and the horrible harsh paper towels to dry your hands that left your hands sore and damp. I even hated the cheap education standard toilet paper that hurt your private areas every time you had to wipe yourself. I just stayed away and would rush home at 3pm to use my bathroom at home. I did have a few close calls but this day was different. It was the afternoon and I had had the free school milk (the days before Margaret Thatcher did away with it) and then juice with my lunch. By now I was a monitor at lunch time with the little children and I was allowed some juice to have while helping them before having my own dinner and juice again when they left and it was the second sitting. I had probably had something to drink with breakfast too. By later in the afternoon I had the urge to go. I was far too shy to ask to be excused and besides, as I said, I hated the toilets so much. So I did my usual and held. I was always very discreet about holding in school but by this point I was also aware of a new and different feeling too whenever I had a full bladder. It was like a tingling feeling in my pants and a draw to touch myself down there. I wriggled about a little on my chair as I felt my need growing. Even if I could wait until 3pm I had a 25 minutes walk home first before I could use the bathroom and for some reason I was getting worried this day. I moved to the edge of my seat and wriggled. The problem was all the wriggling was increasing my desire to touch myself so bad. My breasts had developed by this point and it was just months before my cycle would start so I certainly had all the hormones in place though I was still young, naive and innocent. I was also getting quite bursting for the toilet too now. I tried crossing my legs and bouncing my knee but that wasn’t helping. I really wanted to put my hand between my legs and my brain was urging me to do this for more than one reason. My body was tingling all over and I was so sensitive to touch. I tried to get on with my work but I really did need the loo now and it was hard to hold on much longer. All of a sudden I heard my name being mentioned. I turned around to hear the teacher ask me if I could go to the storage cupboard for a couple of new jotters for some children who had finished the ones they had. I must have been the messenger or something but I was actually pretty glad to get out my seat and out of the classroom. I seriously toyed with the idea of racing for a pee that I so urgently needed but two things stopped me: one I was scared to be caught and get into trouble and secondly the toilets were downstairs and the storage cupboard was upstairs in the total opposite direction! I danced my way to the cupboard which was in the back of a spare classroom that was used for dance/drama/watching tv etc. I looked into the room through the glass topped door and saw a class in the room doing drama. I was looking in with one hand between my legs and my legs continually moving. I was close to peeing myself and had to walk through a room of children to get into a huge walk in cupboard. I chapped the door while trying to stop myself pee dancing. It was not working terribly well so I opened the door and said so quickly ‘the teacher has asked me to get something from the cupboard’ and at that I ran through the room, opened the cupboard door and shut the door behind me. I rummaged for the light and found myself in a rectangular room with shelves on either side and stocked with a variety of reading books on one side and jotters on the other, right from bottom to top. At the end of the room was a plastic chair obviously used to stand on to reach higher objects. I had both hands between my legs now and I ran to the chair and sat down. How I wished that chair was a toilet! I was so so desperate I could not sit still and with both hands between my legs I rocked back and forth begging my pee to stay in. Suddenly I felt warm and shaking. My pants were damp and I assumed I had wet myself so I slipped my hands into my pants as I rocked to find I had not peed but yet I was somehow strangely damp. I kept rocking and pushing against myself with my hands as the sweat poured off me. I lost all sense of what I was doing when suddenly the need to pee became immense and I pulled my pants to the side and raised myself a little off the chair as pee splattered from my damp vagina and onto the plastic chair. I panicked about it spilling over so I let out enough to ease my bladder a bit, released the gusset of my pants to cover myself back up and grabbed the jotters and went back to class. The problem was my face was so red, I was sweating, and I was terrified I would get into trouble. I remember the teacher commenting that it took me a while and I said there was a class in the room and the teacher was chatting to me! Of course that never explained my red face, the sweat beads on my forehead and back of my neck and my ability to now sit perfectly still. That was the only time I ever did anything like that and to this day I still get red faced thinking about it.
  11. Mbgpeelover

    Girls peeing outside

    I once peed in my garden but other than that (which I did deliberately to film) at 42 I have only ever went outside onceas an emergency. I know many woman who have never in their life peed outside.
  12. Mbgpeelover

    Should I write fiction?

    Hi everyone, i now have quite a collection of stories on here and they are all 100% true accounts of either me being desperate or others I have witnessed. I love writing them out and reliving them i was wondering if there would be interest in me writing fiction stories and if so what would people enjoy in those? Do people really want a plausible story line or skip to the desperation? Do people want romance, sex, nudity or not? And finally would you prefer characters to just make it or wet or a mixture? Curious as a writer what the audience wants to read. Thanks!
  13. Mbgpeelover

    How being here has helped me

    Thank you.
  14. Mbgpeelover

    Seeing John desperate

    As part of the university course I was on we had to go on regular placements. The students who lived in the halls of residence were often placed in far away towns and taken to bed and breakfasts for a week. This was one such time. There were around 30 of us on the hour and a half journey and the journey on the Sunday was very uneventful. Our placements were spread around quite an area with various students dropped in little towns along the countryside. I was around half way through the drop off with John being one of the last dropped off. Placement week was always busy and we were all looking forward to hearing how everyone had got on on the Friday evening. The placement finished at around 3pm and the first students, John and another girl, were first picked up around 6pm. John had had an outstanding critique and he had consumed a few beers to celebrate as well as having a coffee with his main meal. Friday evening traffic meant it was almost 6:45 before the last students were picked up and the coach then had a 90 minute journey back to the university. It was an old coach with no bathroom and not even any seatbelts! John was sat in a double seat to himself and I was across the aisle from him with another student beside me. We were all tired and lots of the students either fell asleep or wore headphones and listened to music. It was dark outside so nothing to see out the windows anyway. Roughly half an hour into the journey and John asked me the time. I say half an hour into the journey though for John it was more like an hour as he had been picked up first. Anyway, the first I noticed was his body facing more into the aisle and his leg bouncing a little. He looked up towards the driver as I told him the time. ‘Oh,I was hoping it was much later’ he replied before crossing his ankles. We made light chit chat about our placements and our grades but he seemed a little fidgety and distracted. He mentioned he’d has a few beers and ‘a coffee and might need a piss soon’ though I was thinking he looked liked he already did. The conversation came to a natural pause after I gave an embarrassed laugh at his comment but he smiled at me then looked back down to the driver. He moved over to the window seat and crossed his legs at the knees. I didn’t want to make it obvious but I could not take my eyes off him. He was dressed in a suit and tie, in his early twenties, had wavy brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He was well out of my league but I liked him as a friend. Maybe ten to fifteen minutes later he shifted back towards the aisle again with one leg in the aisle tapping his foot on the metal walk way. His black smart shoes making the tap tap noise much more obvious. He whispered over to me, ‘do you think the driver would stop if I asked him nicely. I need a piss.’ I shrugged my shoulders and whispered back ‘you can only ask I guess’ I checked my watch to see we still had at least 45 minutes to go. John walked down and spoke to the driver and returned to sit on his seat and resumed the leg bouncing. ‘So?’ I asked. ‘He reckons I should wait.’ ‘Can you?’ This time John shrugged though I could tell he was very disappointed and unimpressed at the situation. He wriggled a bit, leaning forward with his head resting on the seat in front. ‘I need a piss’ he murmured to no-one in particular. He fluctuated between the window seat with his legs crossed looking out the window, to the aisle seat with his legs bouncing until suddenly I saw him in the window seat holding himself with one hand and his bottom raised above the seat. He bounced his bottom back onto the seat squirming as he did so. There was half an hour minimum still to go to our destination but he looked really bursting now. Again he walked down the aisle to the driver, presumably begging him to stop again. Again the second time he returned to his seat swinging his legs as he sat down with a hand resting on his crotch area. What had started as whispers between us was now general knowledge as one student after the other started asking John if he was ok. ‘I’m just fucking bursting for a piss that’s what wrong and the stupid driver won’t stop! Ok!’ He said rather loudly and much more angry than I could ever recall seeing him. Others tried to console him with the usual platitudes of ‘not long now mate’, ‘you’ll be fine’, ‘try not to think about it’ etc, none of which was helping poor John. He really was openly struggling now. He could hardly sit still. He was rubbing his crotch then gripping himself, then bouncing about, then tapping his knees with his hands. Avoiding eye contact with anyone, his head leaning on the headrest in front of him, he rocked and rubbed his trousers and swung his legs repeating to himself ‘need to fucking piss’ over and over. I was in such a quandary. The entire situation was making my own pussy throb with a very different need to John’s, my nipples were brick hard and tender and I wanted to rock in time with John but yet at the same time I really didn’t want him embarrassed or having an accident in front of all his peers. Partly to calm my own beating heart that was going ninety to the dozen with desire and party to try and keep my friend from utter humiliation, I swallowed hard and overcame my own shyness and walked up the aisle to speak to the driver. ‘Sorry to bother you. It’s just my friend really can’t wait any longer and I don’t want your seats being damaged with urine. Please could you stop somewhere, when it’s safe of course, and let him get release? It really is an emergency I’m afraid.’ I glanced back at John who had loosened his belt and undone the clip on his suit trousers and was rocking and holding himself for dear life. Despite me trying to be discreet John shouted from the middle of the coach ‘Mate I need a fucking piss. Please stop. I’m about to piss myself!’ I almost climaxed right there so much so I had to steady myself and sit down on the nearest seat as the driver started to slow down and pull into the side of the road. As we slowed to a stop John stood up with a hand now inside his trousers holding his penis through his boxers as he hobbled down the aisle and descended the few steps to the fresh air. It was pitch black outside but the headlights of the coach meant I could just about make out John’s shadow as he hobbled to some bushes and stood pissing for what seemed like hours. I stayed at the front of the coach and stood to thank the driver. The driver sighed and said ‘we really did have just ten minutes to go too’ but I smiled and said ‘I don’t think he could have held two more minutes let alone ten do you?’ As we both looked in the wing mirror at the male shadow standing at the bushed with his trousers barely above his knees! John was still pissing! Finally he headed back to the coach and the driver opened the doors to let him in just as a number of cheeky students clapped for him. I have never seen John so embarrassed! As John returned to his seat I followed behind as the driver pulled back onto the road for the last ten minutes. John returned to the aisle seat, relaxed, relieved and happy. As I sat down he took my hand and held it, looking right at me and whispered a sexy ‘thank you’ as he leaned in towards me and kissed my cheek. He had no idea the shivers that sent right through my body and the desires it stirred in my private areas. I was delighted he made it on time but I needed back to the privacy of my room to orgasm soon. We never became an item but remained good friends throughout our years at university. Unfortunately I never got to see him bursting as bad as that day but my memory replays the magic often.
  15. Mbgpeelover

    Stuck Zip?

    If only I could be the woman asked to do that for a bursting guy...mmmmm