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  1. Rvlis

    malefemale Deceptive Dreams

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    The tingling of a bell, and the pitter patter of feet rushing across tile filled the hallway as a feline rushed desperately towards the bathroom; He could feel himself on the verge of losing his grip as he opened the door. He undid his crinkly pants, and plopped his rear on the potty, not a moment too soon! He breathed a sigh of victorious relief, as the sound of the potty filling with piddle reassured him he made it without having an accident! So wrapped up in his much-needed relief, he didn't notice a gathering warmth against his bum.... ... Meanwhile, in the realm of reality, the feline slept peacefully in bed; The only sounds filling the room being his breathing, and a muffled hissing, as he blissfully wet himself. I originally uploaded this in October, but for some reason it didn't stick, but everything is fine now so I'm reuploading it cuz I really, really like this concept ^^;
  2. http://mmmdiapers.com/wp/2013/02/predicament-aiden-wets-his-pants-pt-1 VERY hot man named Aiden is forced to hold his pee in class, then after much complaining to the instructor, the teacher makes him write standards on the chalk board. Aiden can no longer hold on and completely wets his jeans. He is so embarrassed. The teacher then takes him to another room and prepared to diaper him, since he can’t act like a big man and hold his urine without wetting his pants. (click the link to purchase this VERY hot video)
  3. So I wet myself today after a long time. I drank a lot of water before leaving work but went straight to the toilet to pee after that. Foolish me... As if that's gonna work. Obviously the water was still waiting to go to my bladder. I go home with a friend on his motor bike. So I waited for him for 15-20 mins and as soon as I sat on his bike I felt it - the familiar feeling in my abdomen. It was a 40 minute ride and obviously I wasn't going to stop him in the way just so I could take a leak. Like who can't hold his pee for 40 minutes? Apparently, it's me. I can't. All the way I was holding myself down there because one down side of sitting on a bike is that you can't even bring your legs together. It wasn't helping much but it still gave me the confidence that I could hold. It's s 5 minute walk from the place he drops me off to my home. It is a pretty isolated place so I thought that I would just pee as soon as I got off. However, all this holding myself had given me some other naughty ideas. I decided to hold it till I got home and then wet myself as it had been so long. That 5 minute walk to my home was so uncomfortable. It hurt so much down there, it's like the pee was at the tip and about to come out. But since I was walking so fast there was no way I could let go. I even tried it once when I was close to my home - letting go a little bit while walking. Nothing happened. But because of trying this, when reached the elevator and was waiting for it to arrive, I felt a few drops come out impulsively. It started to hurt even more so I relaxed a bit and I let out a huge spurt. I felt the droplets running down the inside of my right leg. If it wasn't for the 2 guys who got into the elevator with me, I sure would have wet myself then and there. But I held it in with the last strength I had left, reached my home, threw my pants on the bed, took out my phone, went into the toilet and wet through my underwear. P.S I am so sorry for the bad lighting - I was really desperate and didn't really notice that. Idk if you can notice that or not but my undies were pretty wet already. To compensate for that, I have included some pics of how it looked afterwards. VID_20181206_193429.mp4 (Idk why the video won't attach in the player) VID_20181206_193429.mp4
  4. Mbgpeelover

    malefemale The lodger

    The lodger When I was at university my parents had a house guest come to live for a while. He was a friend of my dad’s brother who lived in London. The guy was in his late thirties, he had scoliosis and he was a London taxi driver! He hated London and wanted to try start a fresh life in Scotland and my parents wanted to give him a chance to earn money so he could then rent a house. He worked a lot but when around he seemed pretty friendly, relaxed and funny. One Friday I was home as I had no lectures that day so I had come home for a long weekend. By now only my younger brother still lived at home full time though my sister came home at weekends too. Phil (the lodger) was happy to help everyone out, especially as my parents had no car, so this morning he had given my brother a lift to school while I was still in bed. The first I heard was when he came back into the house about 9:15 and I heard him chap on the bathroom door. We only had one bathroom and it was clearly in use. Next thing I knew Phil chapped my own bedroom door and after a quick ‘come in’ he walked in quickly and without even bothering with the fact I was still in bed he asked me if I knew who was in the bathroom. I had no idea but guessed it could be my mum who often had a bath after we all left for school. Phil walked over to my window, opened my curtains a bit as if wanting to look out then turned and looked at me. I could see he seemed a bit sweaty, agitated and he had his legs crossed. He obviously wanted to use the bathroom but I wasn’t sure if he needed to empty his bladder or bowels or both. He moaned and said he had to piss pretty bad and could he wait in my room as he didn’t want anyone else to see. I sat up in bed and assured him that was fine and suggested he close the door as the bathroom was next door and he would hear when my mum (or whoever was in) would be out. I told him I had just woken up and needed to pee myself so I too hoped the loo would be free soon. Phil looked back out of my window having heard this and proceeded to bounce on the back of his feet. He then put one leg behind him and rocked back and forth. He was essentially pee dancing in my room right in front of me openly really needing a pee (as was I by now) and I was mesmerised by him. He wasn’t shy in any way and as he had quite significant scoliosis I was aware that he had an oxygen machine for through the night. As both my sister and I were home for the weekend he was sleeping in the lounge. He started telling me how he had woken up with such a dry mouth from the oxygen mask that he made himself a coffee. As he was about to go do his first morning piss he found my sister in the shower so he had to wait. He then had a second coffee which my mum made him with some toast. He has still not had a pee yet. He was about to go when my dad asked if he would drive my brother to school since he was running late. He figured it was a five minute drive there and five minutes back so he would hold and pee the minute he got back and the morning bathroom rush was over. As he has said all this he continued jigging around looking out the window, now with one hand also in his pocket. Watching him and hearing all this was arousing me so badly. Combined with my own growing need to empty my own bladder it felt like my whole body was on fire. It’s one of the only times I can actually recall being so horny I was dying to masterbate in front of someone! Of course I couldn’t but my breasts were so tingly and tender and my nipples erect and hard. My vaginal lips had swollen and parted and my urethra was thumping against my cotton knickers. I only had a cotton nighty on and I was acutely aware of how my hard nipples were obvious through the nighty, though Phil seemed far too engrossed in his own battle to notice. I still had my duvet on so I slipped my hand under the duvet, under my night clothes and gave myself a rub through my knickers. That sent waves right through me of intense need and desire. I was actually more bursting to wee than I had realised! I quickly threw the duvet off my legs, swung them round to the side of the bed and crossed my legs tight. Phil was now pacing my room. ‘Fuck sake I need a piss!’ He was muttering. ‘Me too!’ I said. He came and sat on my bed beside me, undid the belt on his jeans and his fly and used his hand to hold his penis through this boxers. I could see he was anything but flaccid down there as he rocked back and forth moaning. ‘I’d nip to the supermarket if I thought I could wait. But fuck I’d piss myself before I got there. How much longer can she bath for? I really need to go!’ ‘Me too’ was all I could muster as the sight of him in that state was causing mucus to seep into my knickers which made my need to pee 100 times worse. With my legs scissoring in and out revealing my light pink cotton knickers on show and one hand stroking myself I wondered how both of us would manage to walk to the loo when whoever was in finally left. Still holding his penis through his boxers, with his jeans fly open and his belt undone Phil stood and walked back over to the window again. The garden was over looked on both sides but here he was now asking if I thought he could piss in our garden because he HAD to go. I said my mum surely had to be out soon and he ran the risk of being seen. He moaned loudly and he was starting to get very stressed and angry now. ‘For god’s sake this is fucking crazy! How bloody long does it take for a fucking bath? I fucking need to piss.’ He was jumping about like a little kid, stroking himself in a last ditch effort to keep his bladder from bursting. ‘Have you got a jug Mary? A bucket? Anything? Mmmmmmm, ahhhhhhh, grrrrrrrr, I’m gonna fucking piss myself any second.’ Except I couldn’t get him anything. I couldn’t move. If I stood up I would flood my floor without a doubt. My pants were noticeably wet now and so full of mucus. It was oozing out of my open pussy as I shook with such an intensity of urgent need to piss and being on the verge of an orgasm. And right at that very moment we both heard the bathroom door unlock, the door open and someone walk to a neighbouring bedroom. With his jeans held up with one hand and the other grasping at his penis through his damp boxers Phil ran to that bathroom with me right behind him one hand now inside my knickers with two fingers inside myself holding back my flow. Phil had no hands left to close the door so without him realising I ran in right behind him and while he slide his dripping half erect member out the leg hole of his boxers and let rip a hugely long, satisfying and loud pee I had jumped into the bath, closed the shower curtain, removed my wet pants and I crouched down and pissed in the bath a long, orgasmic and wonderfully relieving pee myself. As Phil moaned I had to hold back my own moans as I wasn’t sure he knew where I was. If he did he never said as after he had finished pissing, he pulled his jeans up, fastened his belt, flushed, washed his hands and left. Meanwhile I finished my pee, brought myself to climax then had a shower. Neither of us spoke about that morning ever again.
  5. Hello everyone ! Its been a very long time since I have posted on the here. I frequent the website quite a bit, but never seemed inspired to make any more posts. I am not sure what has sparked my interest to post again but I am feeling very inspired. This experience I’m going to share with your guys today is something that happened to me recently, whenever my work had conducted a series of random drugs test to insure our employee were not doing any illegal drugs. I hope you guys enjoy this experience as much as I did and please leave recommendations for more scenarios or experiences you may want to hear about. To begin, I work in a corporate office and they conduct drug tests fairly frequently to insure that all of the employees are adhering to the strict policies/ rules that our company has. As with any random drug test, of course you will not be notified prior to the test so you do not have time to detox yourself or make arrangements to collect someone else’s urine or try to “cheat” the system. My work day began as it normally does and nothing seemed out of be ordinary. I had already had my first break and was about and hour away from lunch. I continued to do work and eventually my lunch time came around. At my job I have an hour lunch, so of course I took advantage of the time to leave the office and enjoy lunch my lunch in peace . After having my lunch, I began to walk inside making my way to the restroom as I always doing knowing my next break will not be for another 2-3 hrs. I went to the restroom and returned to my desk. When approaching my desk my supervisor came over to my desk with a box... and it was the drug test. Seeing the box made my stomach drop... not because I thought I was gonna fail ,because I have never done drugs never have never will ,but because I had just peed. He handed me the box and said that I was to go to the local walk in clinic to complete the test. Knowing that I had just peed before returning to my desk, I decided before I went to the clinic I would stop by a near by gas station and get a big 32 oz cup of water with no ice. I had got the water and began to sip on it very quickly as I was headed to the clinic drinking so fast I had the water done by the time I got there which took about 10 mins to arrive . When I arrived at the clinic I began to check in so I could take my test. After checking in the receptionist told me to take a seat in the waiting area and I would be called back soon. I sat in the waiting room for about 20 mins before they called me back. When they called me back I felt the slightest most tiniest need to pee. The nurse went over the rules, filled out the paperwork and gave me the cup and told me to fill to the line. I went into the bathroom took out my penis and began to pee as I was filling the cup I was getting close the line but didn’t feel anymore pee on its way my bladder was empty. I took the cup out and the nurse told me I would have to provide a bigger sample. So I would have to take it again. She mentioned to me that I have 3 hrs to complete the test and if I cannot fill to the line I would fail the test which would result in termination. She told me she will give me 8 oz of water every 20 mins until I have to pee. I began my first cup at 1:00 pm she set a timer and advised she would be back. 20 mins pass and she comes back and ask me if I needed more water and I told her yes as I didn’t not feel any need yet. She filled the cup up and set another timer 1:40 and she returns my need to pee has still barely increased and on a scale of 1-10 I was at a 1 still...she gave me another 8 ounces of water and set another timer to go off at 2:00 pm The nurse came back in and to her surprise I was still not desperate to go, so she filled the cup a 4th time. During this time period I began to feel a slightly increased urge to pee as the water I drank prior plus the water I was drinking now was finally processing. 64 oz later ... When the nurse returned I advised I felt a slight urge to pee but didn’t want to chance giving a sample it at the moment because I wanted to make sure I could pee enough. She filled the cup a 5th time and began to seem amazed that I still did not need to pee. As myself was too as I had drank 64 oz of water and barely felt and urge to pee This is is where things began to get interesting halfway through my 20 min interval my need went from a 3/10 to a 7/10 and I could feel a tingly full sensation in my penis. The water began to hit me all at once. Terrified with how long it was taking me gain an urge to pee/ take the test I wanted to make sure I was urgent enough to fill up the cup as I was getting closer to the time allotted time and I had not peed enough yet. At this point I would have visited the bathroom if I was at home or work. The nurse returned and asked me how I was doing I mentioned to her that I did need to pee now but I wanted to do another 20-25 mins to make sure my sample was enough. The nurses brought me my final cup of water and told me that she would be back in 25 mins and If I needed to go before then just to open the door and holler for her. I took the last drink of water even though my teeth were floating and began my last interval (72 ounces at this point) 5 mins after the nurse left my urge went up to 8/10 my penis began to feel numb and felt like all my urine was right at the tip of my dick. 10 more mins pass and my urge to pee is now a 9/10 I am constantly squirming in my seat and began to spurt from time to time. I tell myself there is only 10 mins left I can do it.... 2 mins pass and I begin to spurt more frequently and I know soon I will lose it all. I hobble over to the door and call for the nurse. She begins to come over to the door and tells me to come over to the sink so I can wash my hands to prepare for the 2nd collection attempt. As soon as the water turned on it was torture to my poor dick that just wanted to release all the pent up piss. As I’m washing my hands I began to spurt a couple more times in my pants. The spot on my underwear at this point had to be he size of a tennis ball. As we were approaching the bathroom to gather my collection a male nurse enters the restroom to pee. My stomach dropped my eyes began to water and my dick began to twitch in desperation. The nurse told me we will have to wait a moment until he is done. The bathroom was in a hallway so while the male nurse was in the bathroom you could hear everything he was doing in there. The male nurse began to urinate very loud into the toilet and you could hear the force of his hot piss hitting the water, the pissing sounds became too much for me and i began to start pinching my dick to avoid leaking hot piss down my leg. The nurse pissed for so long he must have had to go very bad. Finally the nurse exits the bathroom with a very pleased look on his face. Which I knew would be me very very soon. The nurse gave me my cup and told me to go take a sample I ran into the bathroom not even worrying about locking the door because of my sheer desperation. I began to unzip my pants and started to have a tough time unzipping them...of course at this time my zipper would give me problems.... with every effort of unzipping I began to spurt more and more each release feeling more and more orgasmic. Finally after what felt like eons of fondling with my zipper I began to fish out my dick. I began to start pissing full force before my dick was even out of my underwear and I began to fill up my cup. The release was orgasmic and like nothing I had ever experienced before I filled the cup well above the line and pissed for EVER. After releasing the torrent of piss from my bladder. I Inspected my underwear and the whole front of them were wet. I exited the bathroom with a huge look of victory on my face and gave the nurse my collection. She even commented on the size of my collection and said “man you really had to go”! I grinned and said “oh you don’t even know the half of it”and chuckled, I left the office and returned back to work. On the short drive back I began to feel and urge again and realized this would be my reality for the rest of the day . All the water I had drank is finally doing its job after the need for it is gone. This continued the rest of my shift with many frequent trips to the bathroom. This experience was a very exhilarating one for me and I really enjoyed reading about it. I hope you guys enjoy it and please give me feedback or recommendations I really enjoying being very descriptive when it comes to desperation so please let me know how you enjoyed the way I explained my desperation.
  6. Hi guys, I've been on here for a few years now, but never got around to posting any pics of myself, despite enjoying all your posts, so I decided to be naughty. This was actually the first time I wore these pants, I got them delivered that morning and decided to go for it. I felt like about an 8 or so, but I couldn't wait to get going! In the end it was quite a puddle on the floor, so I was probably closer to the end than I thought! I honestly peed with all my strength to put on as good a show as possible, but even after I thought I had finished I was able to do a POV where I added to the puddle quite a bit. Hope you guys all enjoy, any suggestions gratefully received!
  7. neilscotland

    malefemale I love to wet sports shorts

    Some of you know already that I have a thing about sports shorts. I just love to pee in them. There's nothing better than the feel of warm pee soaking my shorts, running down my legs and soaking my socks. Here are two recent photos when I did not go to the bathroom in my house and instead went to the bathroom in my shorts.
  8. Well, this one came to mind, and is, now that I think about it, the third time I used a teapot in my preschool as a makeshift toilet. I feel sorry for that teapot, but well, when you gotta go, plus it doesn't have feelings. My morning started off fairly usual. Wake up in bed at around 5 or so. I quietly played some video games, barely caring about the condition of my diaper as part of me was still asleep. After my mom woke up, she gave me my breakfast, which was oatmeal and a bottle of milk. After that, my mom changed me out of my used night diaper, and into a fresh one, before getting me dressed for the day. As it was a bit on the warmer side, today I was dressed in a pair of a shorts and a T-shirt. The shorts had a garter, and could easily be tugged on and off, whether to use the bathroom, or to change my diaper, etc. Well, we arrived a bit early to the preschool, about five or so minutes. With that little extra time, my mom took me to the YMCA lobby's bathroom (the lobby area was pretty damn big, and seemed even bigger to my 5 year old self), to try and go. I still wasn't yet comfortable with the bathrooms at the YMCA, having barely used them for their intended purposes (If I didn't use the toilet, I'd at least pretend to) After a moment of sitting on the toilet, and only a tiny dribble of pee coming out, my mom rediapered me, and asked if I could try and use the bathroom while I was there, to which I said that I would try. After my mom dropped me off, I greeted the teacher, who, as I did not know her name, let's call her Mrs. Winters. She was a woman in, at least, her late twenties. She had two aides, one a bit older, the other around the same age, and began doing some arts and crafts. While I was doodling a picture with some crayons, I felt a familiar pressure building up, well, two pressures. I got up, and went over to a little Playskool house. Once inside, I slid my shorts down, and undid my diaper. In my five year old mind, I guessed this would help me in keeping up with what my mom had asked of me, and because this was the only diaper I had brought with me. Stashing it under one of the chairs, I fixed my shorts, and headed back out. A little while after, I began feeling a tad bit desperate. Even though I was quite potty trained by that point, my muscles were still developing. As I was doing some arts and crafts once more, I began holding my crotch with one hand, the other holding the crayon, while I pressed my butt into the colorful plastic seat, to try and keep both my bladder and bowels in check. I spurted out a bit, warming my hand a tad, as my bladder spasmed a bit. Getting up, and now walking swiftly, but cautiously, trying to avoid unloading into my shorts (At least in view of everyone.), I began looking for either a quiet place to fill my shorts, or a place to go in. I knew I wouldn't make it to the bathroom (Which were on the other end of the room for me, and again, wasn't yet comfortable with non-home bathrooms yet, at least not when my mom or the like wasn't around), and even if I could make it back to the Playskool play house, I don't think I would have been able to hold it in to fully put my diaper on. That is when I saw it. Sitting on a shelf, I grabbed the well worn tea pot, and set it down. Making sure no one was looking, I tugged my shorts down, just enough to go, plopped down, and used it as a makeshift toilet. Satisfied, I closed the lid, and set it aside. That done, I went back to the Playskool playhouse, and rediapered myself. And now, even though its past, a Halloween wetting. Now this occurred in first grade. I was going as Tuxedo Mask, from Sailor Moon. Or rather, a makeshift Tuxedo Mask costume out of what my mom and I could find around the house. Well anyway, this little incident occured around the time of the costume parade. Basically, the classes would make a sort of square in the courtyard, and each class of the eight grades, so about 16 classes in total, would walk around the square for a minute or two, showing off their costumes to the rest of the school. Anyway, as my class was one of the firsts to get let out for this, we had to wait for the other, like, twelve or so classes to get into the circle. It was during this time that I felt a twinge in my bladder, but put it off. As my class was started the walk about, my need to pee rose. Letting go, I miscalculated how much I needed to pee, and my Pull-Up leaked a bit. Not too noticeable, but enough that it trailed down my legs a bit
  9. Well folks this is my first wetting video and I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated. Warning: Partial Nudity Video: bit.ly/1V6qFGv I briefly documented this hold yesterday while I was snowed in. You can read that too if you feel so inclined. https://omorashi.org/topic/29833-a-desperate-snow-day/
  10. diokno44x

    malefemale A Messy Christmas Party

    I recalled this one memory from when I was about six, right around the time I was in kindergarten (school began in August or September and my birthday is in early February), at SJV. Now, here was how the school was laid out. The kindergarten had its own seperate building, though we did share a recess and playground with the 1st grade side. The elementary and middle school parts shared a building. This occurred in December, very close to Christmas. As our school was closed for the holidays, we had a little gift giving thing a day or two before, Secret Santa style, except on the day we did this, we would be identified by name and who we got, then we'd exchanged gifts, hug, and then go back to our seats. A few names before me, I felt my stomach acting up. It was then I realized that I hadn't pooped since about the time I woke up, which, and still is more often than not, unless I decide to sleep in, which was about six or so. I had pooped, my mom changed me, gamed until it was time for school, breakfast, etc. This occurred near the end of the day, which was about, for my PM Kindergarten class, about 3PM, same as the other grades got out, so my bowels had plenty of time to turn my breakfast, plus the quesdilla with cheese (From Taco Bell), into dumpable poop. By the time my name came up, my need to poop was fairly high. I grabbed the gift I had gotten my best friend (Who I haven't seen in a few years, but let's call him Joey. I gave him the gift, and he gave me mine (a Nutcracker figure.) and as we hugged, I guess the pressure from the hug exacerbated my need, and I began pooping my diaper. Smiling as relief filled me as much as poop filled my diaper, I thanked Joey, and then went on my way, waddling a smidgen as I was still pooping. Holding the nutcracker, I sat back in my plastic chair with a muffled squoosh
  11. one video I was finding on another platform (but I can't find that one again, maybe that video got deleted somehow)? it was named "heavy delivery", while I think that the uploader also made at least another video (and some others were recommanded, because of being similar to this video). the other video was about reading a story, that shown guy was reading a text, while fake laughter was implemented as sound, also he've lost some pieces of clothes and he seems to be shy about it. the "heavy delivery" guy seems to be the same guy I think, but I can't find his nickname, only that one of this videos were shared on a page named "xnxx". both videos include genitals and peeing, only one guy is visible in each video. the "heavy delivery" guy was carrying a heavy object (similar to a part of a statue?) and the camera seems to represnt the person he's talking to. his shorts got lowered within the video, also his underwear is falling down too, this guy is uncut and peeing a clear stream later, making it look like it's "an accident". one video is entitled "heavy delivery", while I couldn't remember the other video. I couldn't find the nickname of the uploader on the mentioned page. I hope it's okay to party name that page (I don't include a video or the full page-name)? I think there was another platform where I was viewing that video, where also the other video was mentioned there, uploaded by the same user? btw: this user didn't show his face. feet until upper-body were shown within this video and the "heavy delivery" guy wore a white shirt and a party-torn white underwear. he begged to get to the restroom, he's not actually whispering, but quietly talking. I couldn't even find that video very easy, I've favorited it and found it just because of having it mentioned it there with a hint and that guy seems to be max. 30 years old and is talking in english language, no music can be heard in the background. there's another video, where I don't know the title, uploader's nickname or page where I was viewing it. it's about aguy who's studying, the camera is placed under the desk. that guy is desperate to pee and moaning can be heard, no music is playing. he's touching his genitals and wearing a possibly white boxershort. he's sitting onto a chair and trying not to wet himself, I'm not sure if some wetting-scenes are included here, but later the camera is placed in the bathroom instead. his underwear is kinda pee-stained now, while he's aining his (boner or flaccid?) dick into the toilet and the bathroom's door can be seen in this scene. that guy is getting back to the desk, where he wets his underwear again, I think. also possibly peeing in the toilet later again, but this time his pee-stream is more intense. I'm not sure if he's uncut, but I don't think he's talking that much. I'm not sure if his face can be seen in this video, but it's not made by the user of the previous-described videos (I think). all guy's pee-stream could be clear I think, while the latest-described guy seems to be max. 25 years I think. I'm not sure about the latest-described guy's outfit (next to wearing white underwear), but all videos seem to be recorded inside of a room with no other people around, if that detail wil help? if someone of you maybe knows this video and knows the user's nickname, it would be great to find these videos again and especially know if the mentioned page shows the original video or where I was finding the first video was the original user's channel instead. links don't have to be mentioned here, I could look through pages with knowing the 2 video-titles or user's nickname by myself. (just mentioning it, because I can't look for something if I don't know how it's named) I was trying to find these videos, but couldn't locate another page than the mentioned one yet.
  12. I decided to make yet another post after my last post got so much positive response. - And thanks again! I had the evening home alone today, so i decided to make it a bit fun. I made sure that i had to pee a lot, when my girlfriend left for her appointment. I started letting out small spurts, right after she left, and soaking my jeans bit by bit walking around in the apartment. I sat down on a towel in the bathroom, when they where wet to about knee hight. Sitting there I played som 8ball on my iPhone to pass the time, and just letting loose whenever i felt for it. When I felt that i was almost done, I stood back up and let the rest out so my jeans was soaked all the way down!
  13. Oh God how I loathed these days at the YMCA. Alright, so, let me break it down for you. Back when I when I was enrolled in the preschool course of my local YMCA back in 2003, there would be occasional days wherein the teacher would have "Potty Test Days". This was to help younger and or newer students get acclimated to use the bathroom, and to help remind those of us who had been there a bit to use the bathroom when we needed to, and not wait till the cusp of an accident. So, on these days, which were fairly uncommon, at most they'd happen twice a month, and then, at three times a day, which were right after everyone in the class was accounted for in the roll call, right before we headed out to recess, and right before the day ended and our parents picked us up. We would be lined up, check for accidents, then sent in to the bathroom one by one. Which, I get it, privacy and all, but the YMCA I went to, the bathrooms in the "classroom" area had at least four stalls, so why didn't they send us in groups, would have been more efficient that way IMO. Now, you might be wondering to yourself, considering a number of my memories have stated I was, more often than not, diapered full time prior to the summer between 2nd and 3rd grade, how, whenever these little events happened, was I not caught whenever they checked, as surely they would at least hear a muffled crinkling noise. Well, as the teacher would announce when a dreaded PTD the day prior to it, I would be ready for it, so whenever I was dropped off by my mom, I'd head into either the main lobby bathroom, or the preschool bathroom, whichever was closest, and take off my diaper. Or, if I didn't have time to do that, such as me arriving a bit later than I normally did, then I would, if I were in the back of the line, pull part of my pants away so I could access my diaper, or even slide them off if the teacher and her aides were busy with another student, and then shimmy diaper down to around my knees or so, then fix my pants. Well, this particular incident came to pass during one such Potty Test Day in my fourth week there. I had removed my diaper shortly before the first class wide bathroom break, stashing it away inside a plush pile near the bathroom, and after a bit of playing, we got in line for the check and then were sent into the bathroom. I was a few students (there were about 20 or so of us), from the center of the line, when i felt a need to poop. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem. I would have simply shifted a bit, pushed my poop out, and be done with it. However, the checks the teacher did varied. It was a 50/50 chance of her either just patting you and then sending you in, or, like how some mothers and babysitters check, pulling the back of the pants out, and I didn't have the assurance a diaper gave in covering up the scent of the mess, so I used all the toilet training I had the time, to hold it in. It wasn't what one would call easy, as, being five, my muscles were still in development, and also there were about seven kids in front me (Luckily a number of students were absent) in line a head of me. As the seconds and minutes ticked by and by belly kept on gurgling up a storm, I realized I'd have to concentrate more and more on holding my poop in. Whereas at the beginning it was just a slight grumble and I could hold it in by simply clamping however. by the time I was nearly at the head of the line, I was pressing my hands to my butt, tooting, bouncing a bit, and basically doing a mini potty dance of sorts, and I could feel my control starting to wane. I managed to stop potty dancing as soon as the kid in front of me was sent in. After what felt like an agonizing minute of the kid leaving then me being checked, I was sent in. As soon as I stepped inside, I felt my control slipping. Quickly grabbing some paper towels, I shoved them into the back of my pants. Realizing there'd be no point in even trying to hold it in now, I simply squatted down, as my poop coiled and splattered in the paper in the jeans I was wearing. A sense of relief filled every fiber of my being, as much as my warm morning poop was filling my pants. I slowly stood up, and carefully removed my pants. Thankfully, the two ply paper towels had acted as a buffer, which I dumped out of my pants into the toilet, so all I had to deal with were a few, small chunks, which I wiped off. Using some water and one of those hand drying things, I cleaned my pants off, and slipped them back on. Once I was able to, I taped my diaper back on. And to think this all came back to me after a bad run in with a chili cheese dog....
  14. hubertheiser

    malefemale A Long and Wet Afternoon

    Here's an adventure I want to share with you. I hope you like it. Fap Roulette gave me the "Ultimate Bladder Torture" the other day with some exiting rolls: Wear jeans and underwear. Add a tight leash tight around Choose a beverage stronger that 4.5%. Drink 1 cup (330ml) per hour. Hold for 7 hours. Relief (peeing in clothes for 1/2 second) 100 times. Masturbate and edge every 10 minutes. My hand already hurt when I read this. But given the other parameters, keeping a proper level of excitement throughout the challenge shouldn't be a problem. If you make all the way through, you can pee normally and masturbate to orgasm. The punishment would be at a bit disgusting, I spare you the details here. On the set day, I wanted to start the challenge at 2pm. So I went about my normal routine which includes 1 liter of green around lunch time. The challenge doesn't state anything about starting with a full bladder or a need to pee, so I used the bathroom normally, the last time at 1:45pm. Time to get ready: I put on shorts and a worn out pair of jeans. The tightened belt would serve as a leash. T-shirt, socks completed the outfit. 100 reliefs in 7 hours, you do the math: It's 14 leaks per hour, or just over 4 minutes between to leaks if evenly spread out through the challenge. So carpet and chair protection were needed from the very beginning. For drink I chose a craft beer with 7.5%. Not strong enough to get me drunk with the prescribed amount, but just a little light headed. The brand I chose turned out to make my mouth a little sticky from the heavy sweetness, so I added some water every now and then. Shouldn't hurt on warm day, should it? Now follow me through the challenge. 2pm - 3pm Peeing on command was always hard for me, especially when my bladder is almost empty. So only one relief in the first hour. 3pm - 4pm The bladder starts filling, no real pressure, though (1/10 - 2/10). I "relieved" 9 times and ended the hour with a sizeable wet patch in my jeans. I really started to enjoy this game. 4pm - 5pm I'm getting the hang of it, 15 relieves evenly spread throughout the hour. My jeans are getting nice and wet in the front and the back. Pee starts puddling in my chair. Urge level is rising to 5/10 - 6/10. 5pm - 6pm I'm keeping the relieve rhythm, 15 leaks again this hour. Pants are soaking front and even more back. The puddle in my chair starts to become permanent. Pressure is rising drastically: The hour starts at about 6/10 and moves up to a firm 8/10. First involuntary leak about 5:50, but I regained control quickly. 6:00pm - 6:20pm Urge level is rising to 9/10, it's becoming increasingly hard to regain control after each relief. Can I still call it "relief" when the pressure after the leak is the same as before? 9 reliefs in just 20 minutes at the verge of losing control! Can't sit still anymore, squirming, bouncing about and doing the dance. Will I be able to make to the end? 6:20pm I can't hold it anymore, I'm peeing uncontrollably in my jeans. Heavenly relief! My drenched jeans are feeling so nice and warm and wet! Aftermath To sum it up: That were 49 more or less controlled leaks and 1 full wetting 4 hours and 25 minutes. Given the amount of liquid still moving through my body and my plumbing being well worn out, the next wave would come soon and be unstoppable. So I just leaned back in my chair and relaxed and enjoyed myself while waiting for things to happen. At about 6:50 I made a halfhearted attempt to delay the inevitable, but to no avail - I uncontrollably peed myself again. What a fun afternoon!
  15. diokno44x

    malefemale Wettering the Flowers

    So this little incident occurred when i was in preschool, so around age five or so. This was in the spring time, I think it was around early to mid May. It was a bit warmer out, so rather than my usual get-up of a white T-shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and matching sweater, I was garbed in a lime green T-shirt with some swirls on it in a kind of Triskelion-esque pattern, a pair of checkered shorts, and my shoes. In a bit of early child adventurousness (I blame Tommy Pickles), and perhaps a bit of curiosity, my five year old mind wondered "Can I go today without my diaper.", and so, after being dropped off, I went into the bathroom. Shimmying my shorts down (I would only start to deal with clasp pants in kindergarten, these, like the sweatpants, only had a garter), my somewhat chubby fingers manuevered around the tapes, and untaped my diaper. Grabbing it and folding it in half, I stowed it away, if memory serves, in the crevice between the little trash can, and the wall. Fixing my shorts, I left the bathroom. It was a bit after Arts and Crafts, a few hours of snacks and juice boxes later, that I felt a familiar twinge in my younger bladder. Pressing a hand to my crotch, I used all the potty training I had (And I had been potty trained. I don't know what age though), and managed to clamp down on my need to pee. Now, our preschool had a fairly small garden in the back that the teachers would often, weather permitting, allow some of students to help out in, things like watering the plants or doing some minor hoeing to make way for seeds, etc. Well, the next portion of the day, the teacher and her assistants picked out a handful of students, me being one of them. As I exited the classroom with one of the TA's and the three other students, my need to pee slowly, but surely, began to grow. It didn't help that I was assigned to watering duty. Crossing my legs a bit, I looked over my shoulder. The aide was helping one of my classmates with hoeing, and the other two were busy with their own tasks. Shifting a bit closer to the plants, and knowing that I wouldn't be able to slide the front of my shorts down in time to save them from getting even a quarter's sized stain, I let go. Relief and warmth filled me as the front of my shorts darkened, and sprayed onto the earth below, mixing with the water from the spray can. A bit dripped down my legs as I finished up, and kept on watering till the can was empty.
  16. So, I'm sure this has happened before. You're taking a piss, you relax all your muscles, let it flow, and you also end up relaxing a bit too much and also release your sphincter. Well, unlike most of my previous experiences, this will detail a few instances of such from my younger years, cause those are really the only times its happened when I didn't want it to. The first time this had happened was in preschool. I was about five or so at the time. This was, if memory serves, in the first week or two of my stay at the good old YMCA (Hey, that rhymed.). The teacher had decided for the day we've have a Potty Day, which was basically a day to help the younger kids in the class (there were like twenty of us I believe), get used to the toilets there, get them better adjusted to using the toilet when needed (and probably get the rest of used to it (Cause you know how young kids can get with unfamiliar toilets), which would involve more frequent asking of students if that had to go, checking for accidents, and not just in line to use the bathroom, etc. This Potty Day thing wasn't a common occurrence, happening once a month at best. So, knowing this, after being dropped off for the day by my mom, I quickly made my way into the bathroom. Making sure no one was coming in, I went into one of the stalls, and took off my diaper, stashing it behind the toilet seat cover thing. A little while later, I felt the need to pee. As someone had gone into the bathroom just a moment before, I was SOOL (Shit out of luck) on that. And since the only in the outside lobby, I decided to find something or somewhere to pee. Thankfully for me as I walked about, my need to pee wasn't so bad as I was obvious, like holding myself or anything. Alongside that, the teacher and her aides were busy checking the other kids or monitoring. So, with the only bathroom unavaliable, and my need to piss mounting, I eventually found a discarded toy truck, one of those Tonka dump trucks I believe. Not wanting to risk it by tugging my pants down a bit, I simply squatted over the truck, as if I was playing with the toy car that was next to it, and relaxed. My pee spurted out through the front of the black shorts I was wearing, and filtered through my shorts in a stream into the truck's cargo bed, a soft sputtering sound heard as pee hit plastic. As I was doing so, I felt something shift in my guts, and then move out into the back of my shorts. As my pee stream died down, I realized I hadn't done my morning poop yet, and had thus done so in my pants. Knowing that if anyone smelt it, they would tell the teacher and then the teacher would check each of the students, I maneuvered the truck behind me, and tugged my shorts down a bit, tipping my mess into the truck's cargo bed. Fixing my shorts, I went on my way to do some arts and crafts. ------------ This second omo-riffic event occurred in kindergarten, as will the third and last one I can recall at the moment. I had needed to pee, and we were currently doing some coloring activity, one where we had to color a picture of the Virgin Mary (I still have it somewhere if memory serves). Putting my crayon down, I raised my hand. One of the teacher's aides, who would also be an aide for my third grade teacher, Mrs. Pina came over, asking what was up. I told her I had to go to the bathroom, and she smiled, and said I could. Thanking her, I pressed my hand into the front of my pants, and made my way into the bathroom, which was painted a light blue color, even the tiles. In fact, the only thing there I didn't think was blue were the toilets. But anyway, I turned my attention to the urinals. Prior to this, I had never used a urinal before. Sure, I knew what they were, but prior to that, If I had to pee, I either did it in my diaper, the toilet, or some container of some sort, so I wanted to try it out. Tugging down the front of my khaki slacks, and the front portion of my diaper, I began peeing. However, once again, it seems I relaxed too much, and the back of my diaper soon became browned, metaphorically speaking of course. Not really minding at this point in time, I simply finished up, pulled my diaper and pants up, washed my hands, and continued on with my day, ------------ This last one occurred shortly after this. I had, as in a few other tried to go a day diaperless, mostly because this was the last of the ones I had brought with me. It was around recess that I felt the need to pee. As I had stashed away my diaper in my backpack, and thus couldn't think of a plausible way to get back into the classroom, so I was out of luck there. Thankfully, luck seemed on my side, for some of my classmates asked if I wanted to join them in a game of hide and seek, to which I agreed. I was one of the hiders, and hid in the cool, shaded area beneath the playground. It was there that I decided to pee as well. Still crouched down between the smaller slide, as it had more cover than the twisty slide, I tugged the front of my pants down a bit, enough so I could pee, and began doing so. It was then my need to poop made itself known, however this time, I managed to get the back of my pants down enough to avert a total accident, and simply dumped out what had made it into my pants
  17. 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.
  18. On NYE I went to a friend's house party and was lucky enough to see quite a lot of desperation. The party was quite busy and with lots of drinks being consumed, so the single downstairs bathroom was very much in demand! Towards the end of a long game of beer pong (boys vs girls) I noticed that a few of the girls were looking quite fidgety and desperate to pee, but were too busy playing to go to the loo. The host of the party, a beautiful tall blonde woman in her early 20s wearing black leggings and knee high black boots, was standing with her legs crossed and looked absolutely bursting. She kept bobbing on the spot (still keeping her long legs very tightly crossed) and would only uncross them to take her turn, before quickly crossing them again. The second the game was over she walked straight out of the room to the loo, obviously trying to beat the queue that she knew would form! One of the other girls who was playing, a very attractive blonde girl wearing a really short skirt, black tights and black ankle boots, had also hurried out to the loo but by that time there was already a short queue. She saw the queue and groaned, bobbing on the spot before joining the back and quickly crossing her legs. After about a minute standing in line with her legs crossed, she uncrossed them and went to the front of the queue while dancing from foot to foot and bouncing on the spot. 'Ooh sorry could I please go next? I've been dying for a wee for ages' she said, pleading with the guy at the front to let her cut in. He said OK and she thanked him, before crossing her legs tightly and knocking on the bathroom door. 'Hurry up I'm gonna wet myself!' she said, laughing but also looking absolutely frantic to get in there and pee. Eventually the bathroom was finally free and she rushed inside with obvious relief. A little while later, I was outside talking to an absolutely stunning curvy mixed race girl wearing a short dress and black thigh high boots. She was standing there fidgeting and squirming, crossing and uncrossing her legs and I guessed she was dying to pee but didn't want to admit it. After a few more minutes of squirming she crossed her legs and bobbed on the spot. 'I really need a wee, do you think the bathroom's free?' she asked quietly, and I said I wasn't sure. She sighed and said 'I tried ages ago but someone was in there. Back in a sec'. She walked off but was back within a few seconds. She sighed and shook her head, bouncing on the spot. 'The queue's massive, I'll have to wait' she said, bobbing on the spot again before tightly crossing her legs. We chatted for a few more minutes, the whole time she was squirming around and squeezing her thighs together. I tried to concentrate on the conversation rather than the fact that this beautiful girl in front of me was clearly absolutely desperate for a wee (and had probably been holding on for quite a long time) with no chance of getting into the loo anytime soon. She was clearly reaching her limit by now as she was really struggling to hide her desperation and was almost doing the 'need a wee' dance in front of me, bobbing, bouncing, stepping from foot to foot and crossing and uncrossing her legs, looking very flustered. Eventually she said 'Ooh I can't wait any more, I'm gonna have to go, I'm bursting!'. I was really needing to pee myself by this time so I went with her, and luckily for her the bathroom was finally free. 'Oh thank God' she gasped, practically running into the loo for what must have been a very relieving pee after holding on for so long. Later on in the evening, I waiting for the bathroom to be free when a curvy, really attractive brunette girl wearing a really short skirt and high-top Converse came hurrying down the corridor, sighing when she saw the queue. I had seen her outside about half an hour earlier looking very fidgety with her legs crossed so I'm guessing she had been needing to pee for a while but had been too busy chatting to find time to go, and now found herself absolutely dying to pee faced with a long wait in line for the loo. 'Guess I'll join the queue then' she muttered, standing next to me and crossing her legs again, squeezing her thighs together. I made some comment about how there's always a queue when you're desperate, and she laughed and said 'Oh God I know! I've actually needed a wee for ages now. I'm a nurse though so I'm used to it'. I asked what she meant, and she went on to explain that sometimes she is so busy that she doesn't get chance to go to the loo for hours at a time during her shift. 'We have bladders of steel' she joked. The queue was moving really slowly as whoever was in the bathroom was taking a long time. The bursting nurse next to me, who had been standing keeping her legs very tightly crossed and thighs squeezed together, sighed impatiently and muttered 'Wish they'd hurry up, I need a wee so bad.' A few minutes later her friend came past and mentioned that they were about to do karaoke, asking if she wanted to join in. The nurse nodded and said 'Yeah, I really, really need a wee though, I've been in this queue for ages'. She bobbed on the spot in frustration, her legs still tightly crossed. Her friend laughed and said to just come back and use the loo later. The nurse glanced longingly at the locked bathroom door before sighing and bobbing on the spot again, then leaving the queue to go and join her friends. About half an hour later I saw her standing outside and she had clearly not had chance to go to the loo yet as she was very fidgety, shifting from foot to foot or crossing her legs and squeezing, hardly able to stand still for a second. One of her friends (the party host) asked her if she was OK and she laughed and said yes, but that she was 'absolutely bursting for a wee and there's still a fucking queue'. The host laughed and offered to show her where the upstairs bathroom is, which the very desperate nurse gratefully accepted! Later on, I was stood chatting near to the bathroom (which was in use) when I saw a tall, attractive guy in his early 20s walking very quickly down the corridor towards the bathroom, squeezing his cock through his skinny jeans for a couple of seconds. He reached the bathroom door and when he found it locked, he groaned and bent over, squeezing himself hard again. He banged on the door and shouted 'Who's in there!? I'm dying for a piss!'. He stood bending over and squeezing himself for a couple of seconds before saying 'Fuck it' and literally sprinting up the stairs to find another loo that hopefully for him wasn't in use, as he looked very close to completely pissing himself! Not long afterwards, a gorgeous, slim brunette girl aged around 18, wearing dark skinny jeans and thigh high black boots, came hurrying down the corridor. She sighed loudly when she saw that the bathroom door was closed and stood back against the wall, crossing her legs tightly. She had been singing karaoke for a while and I'm guessing had needed a wee for quite some time before finally giving in and going to the loo, only to now find it in use. She was rosy cheeked and flustered, looking very impatient as she waited for her turn to pee. She stood there crossing her legs and pushing her thighs together for a minute or so before stepping forward and tugging on the bathroom door, just to check that it was actually occupied. Sure enough, the door was locked and she sighed in frustration before walking off to go and join her friends outside in the garden, obviously deciding that she could hold on for a little while longer. About twenty minutes later, I was standing near the door to the garden watching someone else singing karaoke when the gorgeous brunette girl came past me, apologising to me as she squeezed by. 'Sorry, I really need a wee' she said quietly as she squeezed past. She was still rosy cheeked and looked absolutely frantic to get to the loo, clearly not able to hang on for much longer. A bit later, I had been chatting to some people and was absolutely dying to piss. I had been holding it for ages as I didn't want to leave the conversation. It got to the point where I was moving from foot to foot and could barely hide how badly I needed to go. I excused myself and walked quickly to the bathroom, only to see somebody going in there who had just beaten me to it. I sighed and took my place in line, hoping the person in there wouldn't be too long. My bladder was extremely full as I had been drinking quite a lot and I longed to get into the bathroom and release a long, hard piss. I paced and stepped from foot to foot as I waited impatiently, occasionally having to bend over and even hold myself when I thought nobody would be looking. I even had to unbutton the top of my jeans to try and give my bursting bladder a bit more room to expand. Unfortunately the person in the bathroom was taking their time and I was that desperate that I was starting to consider finding a discreet corner of the garden where I could finally relieve myself! At one point, I was bending over and holding myself when the host of the party came down the stairs and caught me straightening up. She asked if I was OK, I said 'Yeah, just waiting to get into the bathroom'. She glanced down at my crotch and noticed that my jeans were unbuttoned. She smiled and said 'Oh, are you needing the toilet? You can use the one upstairs if you like'. I blushed and said 'Oh yeah please, if that's OK'. She laughed and said 'It's no problem at all! I hope nobody's in there because it looks like you're bursting to go! Follow me'. I followed her up the stairs, very embarrassed that this gorgeous woman knew I was dying to pee and had even caught me bending over in desperation. We reached the top of the stairs and I was very relieved to find myself standing in front of the upstairs bathroom, which luckily for me wasn't being used because I was very close to soaking my jeans! The host said 'There you go, all yours' and I thanked her gratefully before hurrying inside for a very long, very relieving piss! With about 5 minutes to go until midnight, a really cute, curvy blonde wearing a tiny skirt, black tights and boots was squirming around and doing a very cute 'really need a wee' dance and telling everyone that she 'really needs the toilet' but couldn't go in case she missed the countdown to the new year. At one point, with a couple of minutes still to go, she bent forwards and said 'Oh I really, really, really need a wee! I'm gonna wee myself if I don't go soon', jiggling up and down on the spot. About half an hour later, after the new year celebrations and fireworks, I saw her again and she had obviously not had chance to go to the loo yet because she was still dancing around and mentioned a couple of times how badly she needed a wee. Unfortunately for her, the queue for the downstairs bathroom was now huge and she did not have time to pee before leaving to catch her taxi, so she would have to endure a long ride home with a full bladder before finally being able to go. Earlier on in the evening, this same curvy blonde girl had been telling us about the time that she had left a club in the city centre with her friends and was absolutely bursting to go for a wee, but the problem was that nowhere nearby was open. They tried to go back into the club to use the loo but they were not allowed back in. She said that she was walking down a main street in the centre trying to make it to the train station to use the toilets there, but she was so desperate that she just couldn't wait any longer and completely wet herself. Her exact words were (street name changed for anonymity) 'I was walking down Main Street just pissing myself... piss was running down my legs but I was wearing a skirt so nobody even noticed'. She didn't seem at all embarrassed about her very public wetting! Quite late on the evening well past midnight, I was sitting outside chatting to a few people when I noticed that a really cute, short curvy brunette girl wearing very tight fitting skinny jeans was squirming around in her chair, hardly able to sit still. She had her legs crossed tightly with her hand resting between her crossed thighs quite close to the crotch of her jeans, and I wondered if she was needing a wee but didn't want to go and stand in the line for the downstairs loo. Occasionally she would uncross her legs and quickly cross them tightly the other way, or sometimes she would keep them uncrossed but would sit and bounce her knees, resting her hands on her thighs, before crossing her legs again. After a few minutes of this she announced 'I need a wee' and left, only to return soon afterwards saying that the queue was too long. She sat squirming and jiggling in her chair for a few more minutes before saying 'Ooh I'm gonna wee myself, I'm gonna have to stand in the queue'. A few minutes later I needed to pee so I went to join the queue and saw her still waiting to get into the bathroom. She was next in line and was looking at her phone while doing a very cute 'need a wee' dance, stepping from foot to foot and jiggling up and down, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She sighed in annoyance, crossed her legs and bobbed up and down before looking up from her phone and staring longingly at the bathroom door as if willing it to open. 'Oh fucking come on' she muttered under her breath and then stepped forward to knock loudly on the bathroom door. 'Hurry up please some of us need a wee!' she said loudly, sounding frustrated. After a couple more minutes of desperate pee dancing she was finally able to get into the bathroom for a much needed wee.
  19. cherry65

    Teacher Please

    Teacher please Scarlett Williams is a senior at lake view highschool and today she witnessed her favourite teacher Mr. Jim Bradley wet himself. Today would be a day that would change both of their lives forever, but they didnt know it yet. Scarlett wasnt the most popular girl in the school but she was the most unconventionally beautiful. Her hair was dyed red which fell in waves around her petite face. She had the most beautiful long lashes which made her blue eyes incredibly hard to resist. She had a boyfriend who she had been dating for a couple years. He played football on the highschool team he was an average stereotype. Everyone saw them as the perfect couple but Scarlett was getting bored and deep down she knew it. “Is Jake taking you to the dance?” Her friend Emely nudged her. Scarlett was zoned out watching Mr. Bradleys erase the black board. His arms were so toned, he was wearing a white button down with the sleeves rolled up half way. She watched his muscles ripple around his tight sleeves as he moved. “Hello???” Emely asked waving her hand infront of Scarlett. “Huh?” Scarlett tuned back in and looked toward her friend. “Geez he’s not that hot.” She teased “Shut up” Scarlett blushed having been caught. Just then the bell rang “Okay everyone have a great weekend, dont forget your assignments are due tuesday!” Mr Bradley announced to the class as everyone packed up to head home. Scarlett headed off to the art room to finish some painting for her mid term. The art teacher had given her permission to do so. A couple hours later she was leaving the school, she zipped up her hoodie and grabbed her bag from her locker. Her loose curls hung around her face inside the hood of her sweater as she walked. Heading down the front path she noticed Mr Bradley in the faculty parking lot fumbling with his keys. She stopped and stood hidden behind the wall and watched him as he frantically looked through his bag. He was visibly distressed and was practically bouncing up and down beside his car. Scarlett watched in awe never having seen him like this. She couldnt take her eyes off him wondering what was wrong. Then she saw it. His light brown khakis started to darken as he lost control. She could see the damp patch growing larger and larger, he was holding his crotch with one hand still searching for his keys in the other. She watched attentively as he made a puddle in the dirt. Finally he found his keys managing to unlock his car and darting inside. Quickly he sped out of the parking lot and drove down the street she saw his face turn white as he made eye contact driving by her. He knew he had been caught, Scarlett just stood frozen and watched him drive away. She couldnt believe the rush she felt watching the tall man just... wet himself! She thought about it the whole way home. In her room she paced back and fourth thinking about it wondering if she should confront him. She liked him, very much. He was a very nice man and a great teacher but she liked him more than that. She had leverage now, maybe it would come in handy. Scarlett felt bad for him though she wished she could console him. She couldnt help but feel aroused from watching him so desperate. When she thought about him losing control like that.. she felt her panties dampen, she was so turned on. She felt so good... she hadnt felt like that in a long time. She flopped onto her bed thinking about what monday would bring. Her hand slid gently down into her leggings. She could feel the dampness on her panties. Scarlett pleasured herself thinking about Mr. Bradley, it felt wrong but... oh so right.
  20. The Dedication For @Bangarang - you asked for a woman hogging the bathroom while a man really needs to get in there. Well the original story I started writing is still a Work-In-Progress - but this one kinda fits your prompt. So till Karen's Karma gets here, I hope you enjoy this 🙂 The Desperation Scale I decided to define my scale in terms of what a person with an average bladder and no shyness would do at this fullness on a long road trip - that's a situation we can all sympathize with after all. And I started at 5, because who cares about fullness till they actually need to pee? 5 - You would stop at the first rest stop you see on the way 6 - You google the nearest rest stop and drive there, even if it is not in the way 7 - You look for the fastest option - a deserted road will do. 8 - You're going behind the next largish bush you see. 9 - Bursting. You will pull over to piss right now - modesty be damned. 10 - The only reason you're still holding is because there's a cop waiting to ticket you for sex crime if you pull it out. You've minutes before it comes out, with or without your permission. The Story Kyle had always thought his large bladder was a blessing. Even as a kid, his natural capacity had saved him embarrassment a load of times. In his early adulthood, he had recognized the benefits of being able to delay taking a piss - from never missing a minute of concerts and football matches, to being able to calmly outwait your opponent at negotiations, never needing to succumb to a bursting bladder was a brilliant superpower. As a result, he had gone about improving his bladder capacity - and at 25, he rarely, if ever, peed more than twice a day. He would take a piss after he woke up around 6am - to start the day nice and empty. Then he would go on his daily 4km run - the flat abdomen, the toned legs and trim build didn't come easy after all. Shower, breakfast with the inevitable cup of coffee, and then cycle an hour to office. By the time he reached office, he has usually consumed at least a litre of water thanks to all the exercises. He keeps well hydrated through out the day - mostly on water. By the time he is done with his day, typically around 4pm, his bladder feels stretched out. 10hrs and 3 liters of liquids would do that to a man. He still waits till he gets home though - why use dirty urinals if you can use a clean one? After years of practice, his bladder capacity is around 2 litres - and he usually pees between 1500-1600mL once he gets home. So no, he is never really desperate - though he is often uncomfortably full, a throbbing sensation in his lower abdomen accompanying him home every evening. A man in the middle of 7/10 zone you could say. Even on the days he goes out drinking with his mates in the evening, he rarely needs to pee before bed. He waits till morning - never liked giving in to his bladder anyway. So yeah, he had the peeing thing all figured out. Till right about now.He had picked up Ruby, his girlfriend, from the airport directly after office yesterday. Taken her to a nice, romantic dinner. Gone dancing and bar hopping afterwards. Had a great time actually.Knowing he wouldn't get home till at least 10pm, he had policed his liquid intake throughout the day - determined to avoid using a public toilet. Not that he had to police it too much - especially later in the night he had drunk with abandon, knowing his bladder will make it home safe. Under a lot of pressure, but safe. And the plan had worked out perfectly fine. Really, it had.He had delayed taking his morning piss till after his run. If truth be told, he was bursting by the time he made it back - he could feel the pee sloshing around his bladder with each step he took by then. Apparently his body wasn't used to holding so early in the morning. But he had made it through the 4kms and didn't exactly have to rush to the toilet. There might have been frequent stops to cross his legs and squeeze his dick shut during the run. But there was no one to see anyway. And the pleasure when his bladder finally relaxed properly (30 seconds that felt like hours) and the pee started gushing out of him, deflating his bladder? That could only be described as orgasmic! As a man who permitted himself to pee only twice a day, Kyle knew how underrated the pleasure of a much needed pee was. He quickly crossed his legs, groaning softly, as pain shot through his bladder. Thinking of your last piss, while almost pissing yourself, is a terrible idea. He kneaded his dick, hoping he could last till the bathroom was free. Probably for the first time in his life, he wasn't sure he would. His entire length was tingling with the need to pee - he has never been this desperate in his life. But then, he has never gone 24 hours without a pee either.He gulped down his pride and knocked on the door. "Hey, you nearly done?" he managed to croak in a trembling voice"Someone's impatient" came Ruby's teasing response.Oh, if only she knew! He couldn't even stand straight - the weight of his bladder pulling him down. He had been standing here, legs crossed, bent double, hands firmly on his crotch, for nearly 10minutes now. Hearing the shower running was torture for Kyle's poor bladder. But he couldn't move away - he had barely managed to walk the 20 steps from his bed to the bathroom without wetting himself. If he had to move his legs even an inch apart, he would wet himself. He just knew it."Babe, I really need to pee" he admitted. He had never had to admit to a need to pee - even as a child, his parents would be the ones admitting a need and taking a rest stop before he became too desperate. But desperate times call for desperate means. He was minutes away from completely wetting himself. By a miracle he hadn't leaked yet - probably the finger against his pee-hole helped (After 5 minutes of waiting outside the door, he had bid goodbye to decorum and kept a finger busy firmly rubbing the tip of his cock. He was naked and cluctching his dick for dear life anyway. What difference would a finger make! The friction had felt heavenly. But the relief had been short-lived - his bladder was way over capacity)"Well, should have peed before bed" she responded a little sarcastically.Ya, he should have. Any normal human being would have. But for the first time, his large bladder had gotten him in to trouble. After that orgasmic morning pee, he had restricted his liquid intake throughout the working day. As a result, when 4pm came around, he was a 5/10 rather than his normal 6/10, inching towards 7/10. When he sat down for dinner at 6:30pm, he was still doing pretty well - just a 6/10. The two glasses of wine and two of water accompanying dinner notwithstanding, when Ruby excused herself to go pee before they left, he hadn't been tempted at all. He was just entering the 7/10 zone - he would be fine.He had let himself drink freely once they went to the disco - he knew the movement would work in his favor if he did start needing a pee, and he would be home soon. By 9:30pm he was at a solid 8/10. Thank goodness for dancing and superb bladder control. His spinchter had no problem holding back the waves - though without his training, or if he was forced to be absolutely still with legs spread apart, he would probably have wet himself.Ruby had excused herself again, but Kyle had decided to reduce his drinking rather than give in to his urges. He couldn't refuse to drink completely - after all, bar hopping had been the point - but he refused the beers and went for shots. 15ml, even drank 5 times, is a lot less than 750.However the diuretic effects were not. As his bladder could attest right now - after they had 7 or 8 hours of sleep to work their "wonder".Still, when they stumbled home at 10:30pm, Kyle had been in control. Ruby had waddled quickly to the toilet - murmuring she was "bursting for a wee". Kyle, in spite of his bladder reaching a very uncomfortable 9/10, had been a gentleman and let her go first. Entering their bedroom, he had merely rubbed his lower abdomen and promised it relief soon. There was a dull ache and a steady pressure at the base of his penis and he had to keep his thighs close together - but he was literally 20 steps away from a toilet. And not like he was unused to controlling his bladder. What could go wrong?Well, a lot actually. Kneading his dick wasn't doing it any more, neither was frantically rubbing against his pee-hole. He could feel a few drops slide out of his tightly clenched spinchter and rush across his urethra. He could feel the dampness against his fingers. Fuck, he couldn't believe this - he was wetting himself!With every ounce of will power he had, he managed to stop the flow. The pain in his rock hard bladder was intense. The waves that hit the base of his dick every few seconds, felt like someone was beating his bladder with a hammer. He looked around the room, looking for any receptacle that would hold at least some of the pee waiting to gush out. Unfortunately there was none. Fortunately though, the shower had stopped - Ruby must come out soon. But he didn't have more than a minute left in him. As he had found out during his "training", once he started leaking, it was impossible for him to stop, or hold back for longer than a minute or two.Oh, why hadn't he peed last night? Oh yes, the curse of a large bladder.As he changed in to pyjamas, his bladder had gratefully bulged outwards, finally free of the restricting jeans. He was so used to his jeans digging in to his bladder, he hadn't even consciously noted the pressure till it was removed. His need to pee immediately reduced back to 8/10 - apparently as a thank you from his overworked bladder. Or, given later events, may be a fuck you.Ruby had come out looking much relieved and enveloped him in a hug. The hug had escalated to frantic kissing - the kissing becoming slow and lingering only once the clothes had come off. All thoughts of peeing had disappeared in the ectasy of finally having her close again (and having space for his bladder to expand hadn't hurt). Sparks had flown on their bed for the next hour - he could swear to that.What hadn't flown out was the veritable flood in his bladder. When they had finally collapsed in each other's arms, he had felt a sharp jolt from his bladder, reminding him of the long held back piss. But he had Ruby in his arms, and it was warm, and post-sex cuddles were the best thing in the universe. Though he was at a 9/10 by then, he knew he could wait some more. Crossing his legs and manouevering his bloated bladder to a slightly more comfortable position he had decided to wait "just 5 more minutes".And fallen asleep. He had woken up with a very desperate urge to pee, at 6:30am. Today. Almost 24 hours worth of pee hammering against his spinchter, demanding to be let loose. He could barely think straight in his desperation - instinct guiding his hands to his cock, rubbing frantically, trying to gain some semblance of control. It was a miracle he didn't wet the bed - he had consumed five or six litres of liquids and not peed in 24hours. His bladder had definitely exceeded its 2L capacity. It had taken a few minutes for the wave to subside enough to let get out of bed. Every movement was tortuous for his over filled bladder. Even when he was training himself to hold, he had never been this desperate. It was definitely a 10/10, and only his extremely well trained muscles had kept him from pissing all over the bed and floor.He had bent double as soon as he stood up - the sudden pull of gravity nearly overcoming his tenuous hold of the floodgates. His bladder bulge was prominent and huge - made even more obvious since he hadn't bothered putting on clothes last night. He had hobbled his way to the toilet, stopping every two steps to grab himself or hold up his rock hard bladder. After what felt like hours, he had found his hand against the door knob. Looking immensely forward to the white porcelain throne, he had turned the knob. That's when he had heard the shower running and almost pissed himself again. Fuck, he couldn't believe it - after holding for almost 24-hours, his body really wasn't in a state to hold it till Ruby finished her shower. He almost screamed in frustration. Oh, he needed to pee so so bad! How could life be so unfair?He really should have splurged on the 2-bathroom apartment, he thought ruefully as he hopped from foot to foot trying to maintain some semblance of control. He thought about begging Ruby to open the door - but his pride and shame took over, and he settled for a frantic pee dance and grinding his cock against his thigh, in a desperate attempt to hold on. It wasn't doing him much good though. After 5 minutes of hearing that shower run, his desperation increased further. He hadn't thought it was possible - but now he could feel a constant wall of pressure at the base of his dick, the litres of hot piss waiting to come out. That's when he had given in and started rubbing the tip of his penis - gaining a tiny little bit of relief.Another 5 minutes had passed before he gave in and knocked. He knew he was minutes away from losing control completely - his bloated bladder producing a constant sharp ache, even though he was bent double and clenching every single muscle. He felt like there was a ton of bricks in his abdomen. There were tears in his eyes from the pain of holding a day worth of piss in. He thought he would piss any second, he thought of the exquisite relief it would bring. He nearly lost it, till conditioning and shame brought him back to reality and he focused his mind on keeping just one muscle tight. And that was 5 minutes ago now. As his fingers dampened from his leak, he croacked out "Please Ruby, I can't wait a second longer".He thought he could feel the over worked muscles loosening, slowly being forced apart, as the litres of piss dug out an escape route, cheered on by the vice-like pressure inside the bladder. If Ruby didn't open up, they would have a huge mess on the bedroom floor to clean up. Even a large bladder has a finite capacity!Something about his voice must have gotten the urgency through, because Ruby opened the door almost immediately - water dripping from her still wet body. Bent double in pain, Kyle couldn't see the concern on her face - he could think of nothing but the toilet as another few drops dribbled out. He just about managed to make it inside the bathroom as drops of pee escaped his fingers and pattered to the floor."Shit, I am sorry babe. Didn't realize it was this bad. Should have said something sooner!" Ruby apologized guiltily. Kyle couldn't even answer - every ounce of his mental power was concentrated on keeping his spinchter locked till he reached the toilet.Every step was agony - even the mincing steps he took jolted his bladder. He dimly heard Ruby saying "babe, just let it go! It's okay, I will clean it up. Just, just pee" - she could see the extreme pain he was in. But he continued stubbornly towards the toilet in slow motion, leaving only a trail of yellow drops behind him.Finally, finally he had reached the promised land. He couldn't even stand up straight - he just hunched over the toilet bowl, balancing with a hand against the flush tank and let his muscles relax. Only a few drops came out, his spinchter not believing it actually had permission to unlock. He cried out in frustration - the pain was insane, and yet here he was was getting only drops of relief.Ruby walked up to him and gently laid a hand against his shoulder. "When was the last time you peed?""7 o'clock." He croaked out. "Yesterday morning" he added through clenched teeth, as he tried forcing his muscles to relax."What!?" was the only response a shell shocked Ruby could muster."Large bladder" Kyle responded sarcastically.As Ruby rubbed soothing circles on his back, his spinchter finally relaxed enough to let a spurt out. And then another. He sighed in relief, though the relatively tiny amounts of pee leaving his bladder didn't reduce the pressure one bit. At least it was better than drops. It took a full 2 minutes before he started peeing with full force, Ruby watching the golden stream erupt from his thick penis in utter awe, hands stilled in surprise at the sheer force of the waterfall. The toilet water was frothing where it hit, little splashbacks hitting Kyle as he sprayed a gusher all over the toilet bowl. He couldn't care less - the relief was exquisite. Not like he could have slowed the stream, even if he had tried. He continued peeing at full force for 30s before his bladder even softened - and it took a good two minutes before his bladder bulge disappeared. He could feel his bladder deflate, the pain reducing as the pee flowed away - though he knew from experience the dull ache wouldn't go away for quite a while afterwards. He could live with that.A minute later, the stream had reduced to a trickle and Kyle could stand up straight again. Ruby kissed him on the mouth as his pee continued to trickle out in to the toilet bowl - the water level a good few inches above normal. When his bladder finally emptied after 24 hours, and Ruby deepened the kiss, Kyle decided Heaven did indeed exist on Earth. The Desperate Cry for Feedback You know the drill 🙂 Please leave your comments and feedback - what worked for you, what didn't? Did you like it? Was the change of tense/time confusing? I am always looking to improve my writing!
  21. It has been a long week so far at work. How can it only be Wednesday? I had the urge to pee before I left work this evening. I usually empty my bladder before the drive home just in case I get caught up in traffic, even if the drive is not more than 20-30 minutes. Tonight was a typical drive home from work, completely unremarkable. Except I couldn't get work off my mind even though the work day was over. I needed to change things up a little bit. I needed to relax and free my mind of responsibilities. I don't usually wet my own male clothes. I find it more enjoyable to wet in panties or other female clothing for some reason. But things are different this evening. I arrived home and could feel that I definitely had to go. It wasn't an urgent need, not desperation. I unlocked the front door, took my shoes off. Before I even took another step I closed my eyes and just made the decision to stop holding it. I wanted to flush all of the stress of the day out with my adult responsibilities in the physical form of wetting my pants. Within a few seconds I could feel the burst of wet warmth into my red boxer briefs. I could feel the warm river run through and down the right leg of my pants, soaking my socks and the floor. I knew without opening my eyes that the front of my khakis would show the accident. It felt amazing and it was exactly what I needed. The tension is gone. I am enjoying the feeling as my wet pants cool and I sit here. I don't really want to take them off, at least not yet. I don't share enough on here with the community, so I at least wanted to contribute a bit tonight. Hopefully someone out there enjoyed it half as much as I did.
  22. BlueWetter

    malefemale Desperate afternoon

    Hey everyone 👋 So, this morning has been a bit of a lazy one.. This afternoon however, I have been a little busy. Running around and getting supplies for a quick vehicle repair was enough to distract me, my bladder filling from all of the drinks I have had... I sure managed to become very desperate.. I didn't have the privacy to wet, but I figured it's a great opportunity to have a little holding fun. After my need building for a while, I stopped at the fast food restaurant. The whole time I was there, I was practically squirming in my seat trying to hold back the flood.. Once finished eating, I went to the gas station, and while at the fuel pump, I literally could not stand still. The temptation to grab myself with other people looking was so strong.. Unfortunately, I knew I couldn't make it back to my home without soaking my seat and pants... I had to be boring and use the bathroom inside the fuel station, but it was still quite fun to enjoy my very full bladder for a couple of hours☺️
  23. Meowth

    Live Action Omorashi

    I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  24. 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?
  25. 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.