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    Spectator9 got a reaction from desplover69 in Everyone’s Desperate all at Once   
    I wrote two versions of this story, one was military, but this is the footballer version:
    The Diner
    It was a very small diner. Built in the classic railway-car style and clad in aluminum, it had just six booths with formica tables and vinyl bench seats, and eight stools at the worn, formica counter. I performed my culinary magic on the large gas grill behind the counter, where the huge, stainless-steel refrigerator, the soda dispensers and a storage cabinet were also placed against the back wall. It was a space where only one person could work.
    Although the diner was just off the Interstate, the exit was little used, and for the next several miles a misdirected tourist would see only forest and swamp. I did a brisk coffee business in the morning, and a handful of regulars showed up for lunch or supper because my prices were rock-bottom. Fifty feet behind the diner was my humble trailer home.
    The blizzard was unexpected. It had started in midafternoon, and by 6:00 only two people showed up to eat my pot roast. Although I usually stayed open until 8:00, I turned off my sign at 7:00 and began my cleanup ritual. Then, through the swirling snow, I saw the headlights in the parking lot. I peered out the frosted window to view a large, yellow bus. The door opened, and a man scampered for the diner entrance.
    He was stocky and fortyish, and he brushed flakes off his jacket.
    "I got forty footballers out there. We been stuck on the highway for, like, six hours. We're hungry, we're thirsty, and we're bustin' for a piss." He looked at the narrow door of my miniscule unisex rest room. "That it?"
    He didn't wait for my answer and pulled open the flimsy door. In seconds he was pissing into the toilet, sighing with relief.
    "Cripes, that's small," he remarked as he flushed and came out. It certainly was not in compliance with the handicap-accessibility laws, and it was so tiny that the sink was installed outside. "What can you do for us? I ain't got a lot o' cash."
    "How about two dogs, chips and a drink for two bucks a head?" I replied.
    "Deal! Let me get the boys." He handed me four twenties.
    They came thundering in, glad to be off the bus, and immediately spotted the toilet door.
    "Grab a seat!" the driver roared. "Three to them benches. You'll take turns at the pot."
    Apparently they were accustomed to his authority, because they all raced for seats, filling the row of stools and cramming into the booths. I turned on the grill and started pulling packages of dogs from the cooler and bags of rolls and potato chips from the cabinet. I was relieved to see that I had enough.
    "You at the end," the driver called to the table furthest from the toilet. "Line up and take yer pee."
    "Don't flush!" I said at once. "The septic system won't take it. The last guy flushes."
    In seconds there were five anxious young men at the toilet door, and one inside pissing gallons. Those waiting were in constant motion.
    "Leave the door open," the driver ordered. "It'll save time. No time to be bashful."
    I crowded enough hot dogs on the grill to satisfy the first round, and as I lined up the rolls I asked the driver to open up the chips and place the condiments on the counter. Then I put out a stack of cups and announced that the drinks would be self-service. If the Coke ran out, they'd have to settle for orange or ginger ale.
    Within a few minutes I had everything underway and had a chance to survey the crowd. Beneath the tables, legs and hands were in motion. One lad on a stool was gripping his crotch. Each time the line at the toilet dwindled to two or three, another group would run up. "Fuck, I gotta piss!" "Chrissakes, hurry up!" "Shit, I'm gonna piss my pants!" they muttered as they moved from foot to foot and openly squeezed their dicks. I had never seen such a group of desperate young men in my life!
    What made it worse was that we could all hear each torrent as it thundered into the bowl.
    I did the math: Stepping into the narrow space, unzipping and pulling out dick, pissing, zipping up and stepping out - all this took a minimum of 90 seconds, longer with those who had to work to get the stream started. At that rate, it would take over an hour for all 40 of them to pee. The last to go would apparently be the ones on stools at the counter, and a couple of them looked like they couldn't wait an hour. In addition to the one gripping his crotch, another sat rigidly with his legs clamped together.
    I was throwing the second round of dogs on the grill when I heard, "Hey, Trevor's pissed his pants!" I looked around to see one athletic young man in a booth stand up and survey his jeans, which were rapidly becoming soaked well below the knees. Curiously, there were no further comments. The others could sympathize, either being in the same predicament or having just escaped it.
    "The seats are washable," I called out, and Trevor, blushing furiously, sat down again..
    They all handled their distress in different ways. A few seemed to have their bladders well under control, but most were fidgeting, flapping their legs, and/or pinching their dicks. Some looked tense or even tearful. Peeing their pants in front of their mates was to be avoided if at all possible.
    The driver, whose name I learned was Walter, appeared to be enjoying the spectacle as much as I was. His boner was obvious, at least to me, and I was grateful for the spotted apron I was wearing, even though it was also slightly mounded.
    As I handed out the next set of hot dogs, I saw that the lad with the clutching hand was losing the battle. I took him by the arm and pushed him in at the head of the toilet line, to the annoyance of the others. When he peed and came out, his jeans were much wetter, and I considered the problem. I looked at the heater, blowing warm air from the vent where I sometimes dried towels.
    I called to the two with wet pants. "You can't go out in the cold that way. You'll freeze your dicks off. Come here behind the counter and take your pants off."
    "Do what he says!" Walter roared, and the young men scampered over and dutifully removed their jeans and underpants. I took them and fastened them to a wire in front of the stream of warm air. Moments later there was a third set of pants to dry off.
    I looked at the three, half-nude young men standing nervously behind the counter, and I handed them each a dish towel. "Sit on these," I said.
    "We've all seen cocks and balls before," Walter called out with glee. "Sit and finish yer supper."
    Reluctantly, they returned to their places. The young man whose seat was a stool was especially on display, so he covered his lap with his coat.
    As each got to pee and return to his table, he attacked his meager meal with new vigor, and even asked for a refill of his soda. The diner began to fill with youthful chatter and laughter. The crisis was nearly over.
    At last the group at the counter had their pees, and I was briefly surprised to see some others lining up for a second chance at the toilet. Every scrap of food available was consumed, the soda dispensers were empty, and the clothes hanging on the heater were dry and handed back to their grateful owners.
    The place stank of pee, and I went to flush the toilet. There were spatters everywhere in the tiny cubicle, the floor was awash, and I knew I had a cleaning job to do before I could go to bed. I rubbed the frost off a window and saw a plow go by. The snow had abated, and it was time for the crowd to be on their way.
    "Come back and see me," I told Walter as he started out the door. "We have things to talk about."
    "I bet we do," he responded with a grin and a firm handshake.
    Indeed we did.
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from Omofungirl in Could gender neutral restrooms be the way of the future?   
    The usual rest rooms with partial enclosures for the toilets and urinals for the men is the cheapest way to build and maintain public rest rooms.  Having unisex rest rooms with fully-enclosed toilets with full doors is the ideal (though that won't stop the creeps from peeing on the seats) and I would add a separate, enclosed room with urinals for men.  Combining the facilities this way would take up less square footage (a savings), though the cost of constructing the walls would be be more and the maintenance cost would be higher.  
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from LittlePupCato in Being a gay male in omorashi.org is pain   
    We're a minority, but there are some dedicated male omo members who post here.  The only exclusively male site I know of is ladspissing.com.  
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from sw4l1 in Being a gay male in omorashi.org is pain   
    We're a minority, but there are some dedicated male omo members who post here.  The only exclusively male site I know of is ladspissing.com.  
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from wetaccident in What are your favorite posts to read from males?   
    This is exactly what I look for.  I'm more interested in the holding than the wetting.
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from BladderLad in Being a gay male in omorashi.org is pain   
    I saved a couple of them because they were not faked.  You really had to pee!
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from PeeLovebug in Wet my shorts waiting for a urinal   
    Many a lad is guilty of trying to hold it too long!  A very well-detailed description.
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from Floof in What are your favorite posts to read from males?   
    This is exactly what I look for.  I'm more interested in the holding than the wetting.
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from squirmystud in Holding after a very long road trip   
    When someone arrives after a long nonstop trip, I'm always interested when they choose not to use the toilet and drink beverages until they're on the verge of pissing themselves.  
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from huberp76 in „Good girls don’t pee!“   
    Being on the other side of the fence, I'd like to use the motto "Good boys don't pee".  I've known a few that hold their pee to show their machismo.  
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from OldWetGuy in Being a gay male in omorashi.org is pain   
    Of course we're interested!
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from huberp76 in Could you spend the whole day at work without going to the bathroom?   
    As I recall, even though I was sweating a lot I had to pee pretty bad by the end of the day, but I was doing an old lady's yard with no private places, and I wasn't going to ask to use her toilet!  I had begun to enjoy a full bladder by that age anyway, and I remember the awesome relief when I got home.  I have thought about this event years later when I had my own big yard and hired workers to do my mowing and weeding.  😉
    As for the incident with my friend, we had our pees together behind the barn when we were done, and I suspect that he enjoyed it as much as I did.
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from eucoloco in Nurses   
    I once quoted posts from male nurses who frequently used an ultrasound device at the end of their shifts and always were holding 999+mL.  I'm sure it's a point of pride for some male nurses.
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from BladderLad in Nurses   
    I once quoted posts from male nurses who frequently used an ultrasound device at the end of their shifts and always were holding 999+mL.  I'm sure it's a point of pride for some male nurses.
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from Gothes in Emergency pee on the road   
    A long piss, and then, oh, there's more.  And more!
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from BladderLad in Morning hold   
    If you've gone to bed well hydrated, holding your morning pee can be a challenge!  Of course, when your bladder can hold 1500 mL, it's a lot easier than us mortals.  😉
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from mustombik in What does a 'just made it' look like for guys?   
    Some genuine male "just made it" videos show a man extracting his dick and starting a strong stream almost simultaneously.  And then peeing strongly for more than 30 seconds.
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from peedespes02 in My Pee Measurement   
    Two-thirds full would make it 40 ounces, which is well over a liter or quart.  If you were home alone, you could have taken the risk of holding it longer.
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from peedespes02 in My Pee Measurement   
    What's the volume of the bottle?  I know you can pee more than a liter/quart.
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from peedespes02 in Male Work Up Close Long Pee   
    Over a minute of a strong, steady stream!  I wish I had been there to measure it for you.
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from wetaccident in What got you into Omo??   
    I got in the habit of holding my pee at school, and on the occasions when a friend was desperate to pee I have found it exciting.  
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from paige12 in Visit to Earth   
    The spacecraft glided silently over the landscape and settled gently onto a field of corn stubble. With an almost inaudible whine, a ramp lowered and a bipedal figure strode onto the moist earth. He looked around as if to orient himself, and then he walked confidently toward the nearby highway that led to a large town.
    Android 746, or "Andy", as he was to be called, was a perfect, nonorganic replica of a human being, right down to the smallest detail. He had been painstakingly programmed to blend in with the population of this planet so that he could learn the details of social interactions. The data from thousands of hours of television transmissions had been stored in his positronic brain, and although his star system was 50 light-years away, this planet would not have changed much in that time span. In the hour or so that they had orbited after coming out of warp drive, they had tapped into networked computer systems to create an identity for him, complete with bank accounts and credit cards.
    As Andy strolled along the sidewalks of the town, he saw that his chinos and sport shirt were at least similar to those worn by older humans, and people passed by without giving him a second glance. His first stop was the bank, where he was issued his credit card and a checkbook, and then he went into several shops to examine the goods that were displayed.
    Then he entered a building whose sign declared it to be a place for the intake of food. His olofactory sensors detected a variety of airborne molecules, and when he looked to see what others had on their tables, he noted so many differences in color and texture. Some items were solid and some were liquid. He would sample as many as he could.
    He ordered clam chowder, a bacon cheeseburger, pistachio ice cream, coffee and beer. Many sitcoms had shown humans eating, so using the utensils was no problem. He masticated the contents of the plates, and the material passed on to the organic processor in his torso, where it was compacted for later removal. The liquids he imbibed were filtered and stored in his fluid containment module.
    Andy's analyzer identified the alcohol in the beer as an energy source that could supplement his fuel cells, so he ordered more of that. Then he proffered his credit card, scribbled on the paper that was given him, and left the place. He had just stepped onto the sidewalk when a Class Three warning registered in his brain: fluid containment approaching maximum.
    In an instant he did the calculations. He had consumed 47 ounces of liquid, and his fluid containment module was designed for only 25. He would have to release some of it. He checked his body function data bank and was surprised to find no entry for fluid release.
    That was impossible. Virtually every single human act was depicted on the television signals they had received. Eating, drinking, kissing, scratching, even fighting and murder. He reviewed the data, and nowhere could he find the topic of fluid release. Yet it had to be a normal human function, considering the amount of liquid that he had seen consumed in the restaurant.
    The warning became Class Two, containment at maximum, and he redirected power to the fluid control valve. Andy walked briskly as his logic modules integrated the data from all parts of the positronic brain. The conclusion was that he would have to observe humans until one chose to release fluids. He went back into the restaurant just as the Class One warning was registered, containment failure imminent. He would have to find the answer quickly or his internal systems would suffer massive damage. He sent maximum power to the fluid control valve, and he located his fluid release tube. He clamped it shut to insure that nothing would be released as he looked around at all the humans in the room.
    Then he saw a couple, one male and one female, get up from their table and walk to the rear of the establishment. Andy got up and followed. The woman went through a door labeled "Hers" and the man through a door labeled "His". He followed the man.
    Inside were two booths with metal doors and three white porcelain fixtures attached to the wall. The man walked up to the end one, stood with his legs somewhat apart, and did something with his clothing.
    "Control valve catastrophic failure - 10 seconds" registered in Andy's brain. He had no time to lose. He marched up to the fixture next to the man and observed what was taking place.
    REPORT OF SPACECRAFT COMMANDER, STARDATE 2243.6
    Android 746 was recovered from behind an earth structure in poor condition. Its positronic brain had been deactivated by a blow to the cranium, and there were numerous other body systems with damage. Its lower clothing was soaked with fluids. It will be sent to Biotechnic Lab 73 for further analysis.
    RECOMMENDATIONS OF BL73 TECHNICIAN 955
    Android 746 was a perfect replica of a human, but included human defects as well. Primary to this incident was the inadequate size of the fluid containment module, the inadequate strength of the fluid containment valve, and the lack of programming for the use of the fluid release tube. Humans do not permit observation as they release fluids.
    Our recommendations for future models include a larger fluid module with a reinforced valve. A larger and more durable fluid release tube is also suggested.
     
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from mm0976 in Wetting whilst bike riding   
    Lycra dries quickly, so if you cycle more after the wetting it probably won't be noticeable to a casual viewer.  This is assuming you aren't wearing anything absorbent underneath.  Or anything at all.
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from Kasey in Parker's Ultrasound   
    Although the vast majority of urologists are entirely professional, there are probably a few that take pleasure in a patient who is desperate to pee.  If I were a urologist, I'd be one of them.  😉
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    Spectator9 got a reaction from wetaccident in When is that “Magic Moment” for you!   
    Some of the same muscles for holding in the pee are also used in ejaculation, so the two are intertwined.  Those last moments when you are desperately clamping the muscles feel like you're going to cum, and when they fail and the pee starts down the urethra, it's like a prolonged orgasm.  
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