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BackThatUpC

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  1. I remember reading a story on here about Adam and Eve discovering the need to pee for the first time, or something like that. Anyone know the story I'm talking about?
  2. Why the fuck is there so much traffic? Thomas had already been practically sitting in the same place for 10 minutes. This normally wouldn’t bother him too much, but his bladder was screaming to be emptied. His dumbass had drank nearly 3 cups of coffee without going to the bathroom once, and being the dehydrated, small-bladdered guy he was, that was definitely a mistake.He inched forward again, trying to distract himself by flipping through radio stations. But still, the pressure in his body remained. After about 35 minutes of vibing to some random songs, he had made some progress and was at a point where he could drive at a slow pace. With that said, Thomas’ need for relief grew stronger as well. Since no one was there to see him, he freely grabbed himself through his black jeans, which definitely aided him in his efforts. This worked out for him for a while, but inevitably, Thomas reached a point where he needed at least some form of release. Despite his grabbing and shifty legs, a spurt exited his body. It wasn’t enough to make a damp spot on his jeans, but he still felt it against himself. “Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, the wetness teasing the rest of his bladder to let loose. Luckily he didn’t have to much longer. He spotted the parking lot of his apartment, thankful he hadn’t fully pissed himself yet. The boy, fully desperate at this point, sloppily pulled into a spot and swiped his keys from the ignition. He carefully threw open the door and got out, trying not to leak again. Thomas proceeded to speed walk toward his apartment, but he soon realized he might be fucked. He lived on nearly the top floor, meaning he had to walk up a few flights of stairs to reach his destination. “Well I guess Momma didn’t raise no bitch, huh?” he said to himself in an attempt at motivating himself. He started up the never ending staircase, which at first served him little difficulty. Quickly though, desperation ravaged his entire abdomen. Another leak forced its way into his boxers. This time he had considerably more trouble getting it to stop, and he was sure if he wasn’t wearing black a small patch would be visible on him. He knew if he kept at this rate he would be empty by the time he reached his front door. So, in a moment of pure determination, Thomas broke into a dead sprint up the rest of the stairs. For some reason this method worked, to an extent. He reached the door to his apartment without completely exploding, but was ready to burst at any given moment. He fiddled with his keys, still violently squirming with the depth of his need, and shoved them in the lock. He opened the door, casting his keys in the general direction of his couch, and headed toward the bathroom. He went to open the door, only to realize it was locked. The fuck? After a moment of confusion, he remembered his sister was staying with him for the week. “Shit, shit shit,” he gasped. He knew he couldn’t wait for her to get out. He also wasn’t about to wet himself either. Thomas didn't know what to do, and in a pure panic glanced around the hall. His eyes landed on one of his potted plants sitting against the wall. That’ll do. He ran toward the plant, biting his lip in pain. He felt himself begin to dribble. He knew he couldn’t stop, so frantically unzipped his jeans and kneeled down to the greenery. He pulled his dick out, his stream increasing in power. He aimed himself, and involuntarily started pissing full force into the soil of the plant. Thomas moaned at the relief he got from being able to relieve himself after so long. The liquid continued to shoot out from his body, and the wetness from his jeans rubbed up against his hip. The feeling was almost...arousing? He was definitely confused by the thought of this being pleasurable, but was too focused on the situation at hand to care. So focused, in fact, that he didn’t hear his sister come out of the bathroom. “What the fuck are you doing?”
  3. Zach sat down on the hard bench as the bell rang, back against the maroon gym lockers. Everyone was seated when the P.E teacher, Mr. Hendricks, walked in, explaing they'd be walking the track all period. He then walked off telling the small group of boys to dress out. Everyone stood up, opened their lockers, and dressed into the required gym outfits. The outfits consisted of dark red basketball shorts and faded black T-shirt, and for some people an entire can of axe apparently. Zach changed out and shut his locker, not caring enough to lock it. He walked over to the few bathroom stalls in the lockeroom, as he felt a small pressure in his bladder. However, the stalls were already taken, and not wanting to stand there awkwardly he instead went to sit by his small group of freinds, thinking he could manage. The class was brought outside, into the 80° heat of summer. This was already awful. Zach and his squad made their way over to the track, and began walking. Some crazy motherfuckers decided to run, but in this heat Zach would rather die... or honestly he might've died if he ran. About 3/4 way through his first lap, Zach bladder made itself known again, but not to an overwhelming extent. In fact, he asked Mr. Hendricks if he could run in and get a drink, which to his suprise he let him go. So, he "ran" back in the metal doors into the lockeroom, eyeing the waterfountain. He walked over and aggressively gulped down the lukewarm water. When he decided he was done being a fish, he looked over next to him, where inches a way the toilets were. He thought on it for a moment, but decided to head back out. This was a mistake. As soon as he stepped foot outside, the water hit him like a truck. Zach's bladder throbbed for a second, causing him to bend over slightly. But he couldn't go back now, people had already seen him. Regretfully, he walked back towards the track, rejoining his friends. From that point on, he'd got waves of desperation, which were worsening, throughout the period. Still, he didn't want anyone to ses him look desperate, so there wasn't much he could do besides keep walking. With 8 minutes before he could go inside though, it became to much. A large spurt shot out of him, lasting a few seconds before he could cut it off. The spurt quickly wetting a patch of his boxers and make a small, unnoticeable spot on his already dark shorts. Zach stood there for a second, knowing full well he couldn't last the entire time with just walking; if another wave hit him he didn't know if he could keep control. He attempted to discreetly hold himself through his shorts, but he didn't know how well he was suceeding. The light holding didn't do much though, as a minute later another strike of desperation hit him, and another, though this time smaller, spurt dribbled out of him. At this point he didn't care, fully grabbing himself. He wasn't about to wet himself, plus no one even seemed to notice, or care at least. There was now only seconds left until they'd be called inside. Zach thought he'd actually be able to make it without leaking anymo- VREEEW VREEEW The piercing noise sent an immediate shock to his bladder. Warm droplets fed into his already wet shorts. But, he could finally go inside. He barely managed to stop the droplets, and it took all of his strength not to just let go right there. He began to walk back, but every few steps another small leak would shoot out of his overfilled bladder. It was when it began leaking down his legs to began to panic, though. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. In a last ditch effort, he began to s p r i n t. He knew he was leaving a trail of liquid behind him, but either way he was fucked at this point. Zach ran into the lockeroom, darting towards the bathrooms into a stall, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Seeing the toilet made him immediately loose it. The urine shot straight through his drenched shorts and boxers in the direction of the toilet. Zach had to stifle a moan in relief, as although he had already let out quite a bit, his large bladder still contained so much. He knew he sat there for a while, as just before he was ready to come out and face the humilation, the bell rang, and everyone left. He wasn't quite sure what to do now.
  4. Authors note: Sorry if it's kinda bad lmao Andy was casually laying in bed, scrolling through his Instagram feed in the darkness of his unlit room. He felt hinself grow tired, but figured he'd still be awake a while, after all it was only 8:30. Instead, though, he drifted to sleep within the next few minutes. Next thing he knew, Andy "awoke" into a classroom, taking what he believed was a math quiz. He didn't realize he was dreaming, and he stared at the page in front of him intently, but the words didn't make sense. It was like he was trying to read a foreign language. Andy looked around at everyone flying through the quiz, their pencils jerking across the page. He tried to look back at his own paper, but still, nothing made sense. It was then he felt a twinge in his bladder. He faltered slightly, but quickly regained his posture. It began to press on him how bad he had to piss, and he glanced worriedly at clock positioned at the front of the room. He thought about asking his teacher, Mrs. Daroh, to go, but he knew he'd get turned down as he hadn't finished his quiz. His leg bounced up and down as he scribbled some illegible writing, not caring how bad he did on the assignment right now. As he worked, he felt his urge growing stronger in record time. Andy rushed to stand up the moment he finished the page.... but he realized the instant he did it that it was a bad decision. The sudden movement caused his bladder to spurt out a few drops into his underwear. However, he didn't have time to deal with it, and speedily walked towards the teacher's desk, paper in hand. Andy handed the quiz to Mrs. Daroh before begging her to let him use the bathroom, however he got denied, as there was only 3 minutes left of class. He whined before hesitantly sitting down in his seat. Those 3 minutes were agony. His bladder seemed to edge toward the breaking point in ungodly time, and Andy had to sit there holding himself through the pain. Under the desk, he gave a dick a squeeze every few seconds, praying he could hold it in. Once he reached the one minute mark, an uncrontrollable, large spurt exploded out of his urethra. He managed to stop the flow, but there was now a noticeable damp patch on Andy's light-colored pants. The spurt didn't give him any relief though, instead the ever-growing pain had become worse, and he winced while letting out a small whimper. After what seemed like years of torture, the bell rang. The alarming noise caused a small spurt to shoot out of him, but it didn't do too much. He slowly sat up, still holding hinself with both hands, feeling like he would burst any moment. Feeling a wave of desperation began to build, he made a desperate sprint towards the bathrooms, which thankfully weren't far from his class. He ran passed the other students, trying to ignore the strong pain and small leaks with each step he took. He made it to the restrooms and made a mad dash into the men's room. Thankfully, it was vacant. He stood in front of the urinal, but his aching bladder couldn't take it. Andy desperatly tried to zip down his pants as a strong stream of piss flowed out from his dick, soaking his pants and underwear in the process. He stood there in defeat, knowing there was nothing he could do at this point. However, at the same time, he moaned in pleasure, as it felt so good to release the pent up pee inside him. Pee soaked every inch of his pants. Urine puddled around his shoes, spreading across the tiled floor. After a minute or so, his stream turned into small droplets before stopping completely, and Andy continued to stare into his mess. It was then Andy really woke up. It took him a second to comprehend reality. But, he realized he awoke to drenched shorts and sheets, along with a large erection pleading for attention. Oh, fun.
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