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I'm curious if you guys have a preference for either: - Someone who never pees as far as you are concerned (they never excuse themselves to use the bathroom or talk about anything related to the bathroom; personally I think it's hotter when girls hide their need not out of modesty, but to come off as tough and low maintenance) asks to use the bathroom. This happens after an unreasonable amount of time, and/or the person is acting out of character, tipping you off that this person REALLY has to go! - Someone who you know pees frequently has not peed yet. You know this is the way past the point they usually excuse themselves (or become vocal about their need) and you can't imagine how on earth they haven't exploded! Which one do you guys prefer more, and do you have stories that fit either of these descriptions? For the first one, I can think of some attractive people who rarely goes to the bathroom, but I have yet to see them desperate. For the second one, I heard that an acquaintance, who usually pees every hour, was at an all-day event and didn't pee, but she said it like it was no big deal and I didn't want to pry.

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Some time ago, I had gone to see the Irishman with my gf. She got popcorn and a medium cola, I got a Jumbo size cola and a bottle of water. Unbeknownst to me the movie was 3 hours long. I sat down, took off my shoes to get comfortable and got ready for the film. After about 15 mimutes - half an hour, I had drank my cola and started feeling my bladder fill. A bit later my bladder started feeling full, so I took a trip to the bathroom only to find it closed for cleaning and I went back unrelieved. Around the middle of the movie I got through my water too and couldn't stop squirming about and crossing my legs, from the corner of my eye I saw my gf doing the same, asked her if she needs the bathroom since I'm going too. We got up and rushed to the bathrooms, only for her to find a cue and rush to the mens with me. Her to a stall and me to a urinal, as I was about to undo my buckle I notice that I'm barefoot, I thought of getting back to my seat to get my shoes, but my bladder panged real hard and started fumbling with my belt just as my girl gets out of the stall. She noticed my predicament, gave my a sly smile with got me all embarrassed and turned to the urinal ready to go. The moment I start someone gets in and gets to the urinal next to me, my stream unexpectedly falters and I can't go, nothing comes out. My bladder feels ready to burst, the pressure on the tip is maddening and I can't go, even when he left, not even a drop came out. Embarrassed and filled to the brim, I zipped up and buckled my belt which felt torturous and went to the bar to get a bottle of water in hopes that it would get me to go. Every step towards my seat felt like a jab to my bladder. I got back to my seat sitting really stilted. My gf got whiff of this quick and asked me what's wrong, I wanted to explain but my red face said more than me and she found it a grand opportunity for teasing. At the latter half of the movie I went through my new bottle, my bladder was swollen and felt round and hard like a mellon, squished by my dark jeans and belt, I was sweating profusely, I could barely hold on, let alone move, my girl needed the bathroom again and being on the outside seat I had to get up. I tried to, but my knees where trembling a bit, my gf not wanting to lose much of the movie, climbed over me and her knee pressed hard right on my bulging ball of urine, that made me leak hard and rush to the toilet alongside her. Got to a stall, again same result, not a drop, my bladder locked up, portuding unnaturally and hard to the touch. I begrudgingly zipped up, closed the button and buckled my belt, all of them felt horrible on my bulging bladder. I decided that I was going to hold it, till home. Mega (pint) mistake As I got back to my seat I collapsed on my seat and wished the movie to be ending. When the movie finally ended I couldn't even get up straight, then I practically dragged my gf out the theater fast enough to lose a flip-flop, just to get a cab. I couldn't wait for anything. My gf saw my state, didn't even go look back for her flip-flop and rushed one shoed to the nearest cab to get us back to my place. On the way back she was teasing me by showing me how dirty her foot was and caressing me with it and we agreed to with her for a new pair. Near my place the roads are all bumpy and just as I thought I might get through it, we hut a massive pot hole. I leaked heavily and told the driver to stop, I gave gf my wallet and waddled towards my house (we were 2 blocks from my house, bad decision). When my girl caught up to me, she was in a naughty mood and pulled my belt, tightening it hard on my bladder. I immediately held my breath, I got tunnel vision and rushed to my apartment complex, opened the door, got to my floor, in my house and started to fumble with my belt, just as I pulled to loosen it, I put the last straw on my camel's back and I started losing it. My dark jeans got soaked, pee just kept coming, it felt so good I couldn't move, the relief was orgasmic, 10/10 would try that again.

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My husband has been dabbling in erotica recently. I asked him to write me a story, and although he does not share my fetish, he agreed. With his permission, I'm sharing it with all of you. Enjoy 🙂 ----- Jennifer Bale was a mousy, timid woman who could not, however hard she tried, pee in public. She knew she was far from the only one with that problem, but every time she tried it was like running face-first into a brick wall and bouncing off. She’d sit there, bladder full with the constant sensation of starting up the stream, and then nothing would come out. It was an embarrassing agony Jennifer avoided mostly through working from home and timing all of her excursions around her bladder. It was something she’d never admit to anyone else, but the aversion was so strong in her that even talking about it made her throat close up and her thoughts turn fuzzy with shame. This was exactly the kind of thing she knew people would laugh at her about, and so she kept it silent. It wasn’t a comfortable life, but it was one Jennifer was used to. Until the day came when she got a new job. “All that remains is a background check and a drug test,” the interviewer had cheerfully told her over zoom. “You’re not hiding a closet full of dead bodies are you?” she asked, laughing. “N-no, no dead bodies or anything,” Jennifer replied, forcing a smile on her face. She pushed her glasses back up her nose and said, “I’m not a drug user or anything, but is the drug test really necessary? Wasn’t it mostly to catch people smoking pot back in the day?” The interviewer sighed and shrugged. “You’re not wrong, but try telling the higher ups that. If it was up to me you wouldn’t have to, but it’s not. Is that going to be a problem?” Jennifer shook her head vehemently. “No no, not at all. I’ve got nothing to hide.” That wasn’t entirely true. She had herself to hide, and the idea of peeing into a cup in a public restroom was…God, if Jennifer didn’t need this job, she…Probably still would’ve given in and done it. She wasn’t the type to make a fuss or make noise if things weren’t going her way. This was no different. So the next day, Jennifer found herself going down to the local clinic, horrified to find it almost entirely full. She shifted her purse, heavy with a big refillable water bottle, and tried to get the receptionist’s attention. “What? Can’t you see I’m busy?” the receptionist barked. She had the phone cradled against her shoulder while she typed on the computer. All around them, the clinic buzzed with a never ending stream of noise. Families sat close together talking, the TV blared out yuppies pretending to buy homes on HGTV, and a couple kids ran around screaming with their hands thrown in the air. Jennifer leaned in closer, wetting her lips and says, “I was told to come here for a drug test and I --” “Name?” “J-jennifer Bale,” she replied, eyes darting around. The receptionist hung up and typed a bit more on her computer. A small printer spat out a label she stuck on a small plastic cup. “The restroom’s that way. There’s a panel on the wall you can twist to open. Put your sample in there when you’re done.” Jennifer took the cup and murmured a thank you, but the receptionist was already looking past her and yelled out, “Next!” Jennifer quickly got out of the way and found a seat with a good view of the TV. She took a long, deep breath to steady herself. Step one was over and done with. Now for the hard part. She took the water bottle out of her purse and took a long, thirsty drink. The problem with drug tests, other than having to do it in a public place, was having to pee on command. Maybe other people could do it, but Jennifer was the type to be fine, to be fine, and then suddenly have to let it all out at once. That meant sitting there, she had less than zero urge to go, but needed to make herself. So she took another drink and settled in. Five minutes passed. And another and another still with no need to go. So Jennifer played a little game while watching the TV, taking a drink of water every time the home’s on TV were a price that reminded her she’d never be able to own a home. That did the trick. Jennifer went from completely fine to a sudden racing urge, like she had to catch herself to stop a slow trickle from coming out. She stood up and it got worse immediately as gravity did its thing, pressing down on her bladder. This was sure to be a good thing. Maybe she wouldn’t have the same problems going in public. Doing an almost prancing tiptoe to the bathroom, Jennifer tried the door of the one unisex bathroom and it didn’t budge. “Occupied!” the voice inside called. “Dammit,” Jennifer muttered. She stood to the side of the door and rested against the wall, waiting her turn and trying to not think about the growing urge to pee. It was difficult, and her normal position of hugging herself and appearing small served only to put more pressure on her bladder. Time stretched on torturously. Each minute felt like ten, and it wasn’t long before Jennifer had to stop herself from bouncing from foot to foot to take some of the edge off. She did the dance for a couple of seconds, before a man sitting nearby looked up and smiled, recognizing the dance. Her face flushed and she went back to suffering in stillness and silence while the waiting room remained chaotic. Finally there was the sound of flushing, water swirling around the bowl, then the sound of the sink turning on. Jennifer bit her lip suppressing a groan. The sound of the faucet pouring at full blast, even through the door, felt like it was pouring right through her, beckoning her to do the same. She managed to resist. The door to the bathroom opened, the door swinging out towards her. The occupant exited, but right as Jennifer grabbed the door, someone else came in and pulled the door shut behind them. “H-hey!” she protested. “Sorry lady, it’s an emergency!” a man’s voice called out with urgency. Jennifer cursed under her breath, but there was nothing to be done. She looked back, and a number of people were watching her. Whether it was because she was the only person doing anything noteworthy or because they were judging her, Jennifer defaulted to expecting the latter. She took a nearby seat, sample cup tight in her grasp. She honestly thought that sitting would make the urge to pee lessen, if not go away entirely. She was wrong. Sitting there sandwiched between a pregnant woman and a heavyset man, Jennifer did her normal thing of shrinking in on herself and it just made everything so much worse. Gravity wasn’t pulling on her anymore. Instead, the way she was sitting put more pressure on her aching bladder. A good ten minutes had passed since she first needed to go, and like usual the need was growing by the second. Jennifer rocked herself back and forth on the chair, breathing heavily. One leg jiggled wildly on the ground. It somehow made things better in that it gave her something to focus on, and worse as it jostled and stimulated her. She was painfully aware of the urine inside her, sloshing around like waves crashing against the shore. The toilet flushed again. Jennifer sat up straight. The door opened. As soon as the man inside was in the doorway she was out of her chair and pushing past him, closing and locking the door behind her while breathing heavily. She positioned herself over the toilet, pulling her panties down and hiking up her skirt. Holding the cup in position was a pain, but she got it there and pushed. Nothing. Jennifer closed her eyes, trying to drown out the muffled sounds of kids shouting and the TV going to an especially loud commercial. She tried to focus on just relaxing and letting nature take its course. With a grateful sigh, she felt herself shift and the flow start. And then stop immediately after just a couple drops, making the need spike painfully. “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” she said to herself. “Please please please not now.” Jennifer tried to force herself to just let go and pee. God knows she needed to go badly enough, but all the need in the world wouldn’t make her stubborn bladder let go and empty. A knock on the door surprised her into starting a stream. She was so caught off guard she nearly missed the cup entirely, but as soon as she realized she was peeing she clamped down and it was like running into that brick wall. It felt like she was still peeing, without any of the satisfaction. The knock sounded again. “Excuse me, are you done? I really need to go.” This time it was a child’s voice. Turning red, Jennifer wanted to scream at them. She’d barely been in there for like, two minutes! Instead she managed to get out, “No, not done. Please wait.” And then she tried again. It shouldn’t have been so difficult to just fucking pee. It felt like she was peeing. It felt like being in a dream where she was peeing and peeing and peeing and nothing was coming out and every second was worse than the last. Another few drops managed. And then a trickle that stopped almost as soon as it started. Slowly, haltingly, bringing the test cup up to the one third mark. And then the damned kid knocked on the door again. “Please? It’s an emergency.” And to her dismay, the kid kept knocking on the door, a constant tattoo against the wood that consumed her world. “FINE,” Jennifer almost yelled, grabbing some toilet paper and wiping. She put a lid on the sample and washed her hands. Quickly. Grabbing the sample she opened the door. A little girl no older than seven looked up at her. “Thanks,” she said, grinning and showing a missing tooth. It was hard to be mad at her for long. Jennifer gave her a pained smile and went to the receptionist. She held it out. The receptionist sneered at her. “What do you want me to do with it? You put it in the panel in the bathroom. And they’re going to need more than that.” More? It was hard enough to get this out. Jennifer said nothing as she retreated to her seat near the bathroom. Stopping and starting as often as she had was torture. It was worse now, a constant sensation of phantom-peeing. And then it happened. Jennifer reached the point where she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, she could pee in public if she had to. She could pee in public if given the opportunity. All she had to do was wait for the kid to get out of the bathroom and then everything would be fine and she could pee and go home. The minutes passed slowly, tauntingly. The rest of the water hit her bladder and now she was so full she ached. There was no way for her to sit that wasn’t uncomfortable, that didn’t make everything worse. The entire time she stared at the door, silently begging the child to just be done. Now, Jennifer could not only pee in public, she wanted to. She reached the point of silently praying, begging anyone who would hear her that she would do whatever they wanted if it meant some relief. Her panties were wet, and she knew she was starting to leak now, little droplets coming out regardless of how hard she clamped down. The TV changed to a commercial again, suddenly doubling in volume. Jennifer jumped in her seat and the motion made her let go. She was frozen in her seat, unable to move, unable to do anything as the pee finally left her, pouring into her panties and the plastic chair she was sitting in. She wanted to be horrified, disgusted, ashamed, anything. All she felt was relief as she let go. On and on and on it felt like she was peeing forever. And finally, her neighbors noticed. “Oh shit,” said the heavy man beside her, getting up and giving her plenty of room. All the people around her gave her a wide berth as all sound save the TV died down and Jennifer knew they were all watching her. They’d all seen it. Even the receptionist had stood up at her desk to get a better view, shooting Jennifer a look that was half surprised amusement, half pity. Jennifer stood up, feeling the way the warm pee dripped down her legs and pooled around her feet. She took a slow, sloshy step forward, away from the waiting room, painfully aware of how many people had seen her piss herself in public. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Before I begin, I'm really pee shy, like I can't get even a single drop when in a urinal or a stall if there are others, like at all, which means a no relief if there is anyone else in the bathroom So... where do I start? The story takes time at September and with all the exaggeration of this thrilling story, it's gonna be a long ride so buckle up boyos. Today I woke up with a nagging feeling in my bladder, looked at the clock, it was 2pm, class started at 6pm and the lecture started at 8pm so I had plenty of time in my disposal ;). I pressed my bladder felt a twinge and went to the "living room" (in other words just turn the sofa to sofa mode since it's a really small apartment), layed on the couch, ruffled the new carpet, turned on the TV, drank a cup of coffee and 2 glasses of water, looked at my trash bag at the kitchen corner and thought I'd take it out as I leave. I fell asleep on the couch and woke up at 5pm. Barely enough time to get to uni. I shot up and felt a strong pang in bladder which made me wince hard. I quickly put on my black jeans, and sweatshirt, took my bag and zoomed barefoot with my shoes and belt in hand to the elevator, put on my shoes and then my belt. Big mistake. I instantly felt like I got kicked in the bladder. The elevator got down and I power walked to the bus station around a block away. In the bus there was not a single vacant seat, which meant I had to be standing the whole 30 minute ride which means every bump made me feel ready to piss my pants. When I got there, I briskly walked to the class and took my seat just in time. It was agonizing, class felt like it would never end, time went at a snails pace. Finally it ended, sooner than usual because the professor had some urgent to tend to, which left me with a bit over an hour of free time before the 3hour lecture. I almost jogged to the bathroom, went in and both stalls where occupied, which left only the urinals usable. I went up to one, fumbled with my buckle, got it out, aimed and... Nothing, not even a drop, bladder still agonizingly full and felt hard to the touch, waited a bit, still nothing, flustered I zipped my pants, squishing my bladder in the process and zipped outa there. After this failed attempt I wobbled to the library. When I got there I took a book, sat on the table near the back and took my shoes off, rubbed my bare feet on the carpet and flipped through the book in order to calm my nerves and get to the toilet, that is in the middle right of the library. I got up went to the toilet, got in took in out in a swift motion and started going a really thin stream. When relief started washing over me and my mind cleared, I felt cold, specifically the bottom of my soles. Oh crap. My stream faltered, I immediately felt a strong pang, crossed my legs and shoved a hand between them, still so so full, at least I'm not in danger of pissing my pants, I raise one of my feet behind me to see how they are. The outline of my sole was dark grey... great. I stayed there a bit, pointing at the toilet, waiting the urge to come back, just as I feel it on the tip ready to come out, my phone went off. Shit the lecture. I quickly fixed myself and felt a spurt coming out, grabbed my crotch, went to my table got my shoes in hand and booked it to the lecture. I quickly seated myself and put on my shoes,my bladder hurting as I leaned to put on the backs. The lecture was 3 hours long. At first I was uncomfortable but I could manage, as the 2 hour went by I felt like I was filled to the brim, my swollen bladder felt hard as rock, I couldn't pay attention to the lecture at all, as the 3 hour came to a close I was sweating profusely, I was filled to the brim, my eyes where floating, I breathed really shallowly cause it felt like every breath was going to make me spill and break the dam, I could barely speak. Almost 12 hours with no toilet. I walked trembling to the bus and rode back, somehow with no incidents. When I got the bus stop, got off and went to my street, which thank God had only two bulbs and my small apartment complex door is in the dark parts. Nearing home, I felt a jet of pee going through my wet underwear to my pants, I instantly kicked off my shoes in order to not pee in them and padded barefoot to the building. Through sheer will I got myself to the elevator and then my apartment. When I opened the door I bent over because of a pang and shuffled to the toilet. To my dismay I was locked up because of all the andrenaline and needed a bit of time to calm down. Just as I was about to piss my phone went off once again. Oh god. I felt my knees weaken and my pants wetter. A really good friend of mine was outside and needed the toilet. I had told her about the new carpet beforehand, so she took of her flats from the elevator and hobbled inside the toilet and released a torrent of piss for over a minute, it made me almost fall to my knees and piss a bit more in my pants, in a last ditch effort, I stumbled the elevator with the garbage bag saying I'm taking the bag out. When I got in the elevator I did a full on potty dance. As the heavy urge passed I took a look at my soles outline which was pitch black. As I got out and near the garbage can, I felt more spurts coming out, so I unfastened my tight belt and fished it out mid spurt and started going. The relief was orgasmic. I felt tingling from my bladder to my toes, it was great, I peed for almost two minutes straight, felt my bladder deflate. When I finished I got my shoes, went back inside and chilled with a bit with my friend (thank God for the black jeans, as no patches where seen), escorted her to the front door and plopped on the couch and propped my dirty feet trying to wrap my head around today. I have another story about how I ended up together with that friend, but it's a story for another time.

Over the years I have voided my bladder in lots of different places from aeroplane toilets, to outside, from buckets to pristine posh toilets in stately homes. This is the story of the time I was once forced to pee in a shoebox! It happened one evening in December last year. I had some friends and family around and despite finding some aspects of peeing rather sexy I am also very pee shy. I find it very embarrassing to excuse myself to use a toilet...even my own! I live in an older style house with just one bathroom upstairs. I was drinking mostly soft drinks and the odd glass of wine and laughing with friends. There had been people in my house for several hours at this point and I hadn’t used the bathroom since around lunchtime. I reasoned with myself that I would just hold until people left as I always did. Making snacks, pouring drinks and heating food meant I was mostly in my large kitchen which is a room on its own. While guests did come into the kitchen they didn’t always stay so as my need to pee continued to grow I was able to cross my legs, lean on the counter and even pee dance slightly. With the holiday season and work and school not on people seemed in no hurry to leave. By ten pm my house still had quite a number of guests. By now I should really have just swallowed my pride and slipped out and upstairs to the loo. I am my own worst enemy though and the very thought made my face flush with embarrassment. Outside I (hopefully) still looked the epitome of professional host whist inside my body was fighting a huge battle! My muscles were tense, my urethra pounding against my cotton knickers and my vaginal lips were tingling. My breasts became sensitive to touch and my bladder was looking and feeling distended. It was getting to the point I would need to overcome myself to stay decent but I convinced myself people looked like they would be leaving ASAP. By 10:30 a few had started to leave but now I felt it would be even more obvious if I left to pee. Everyone would know exactly where I was going and my dignity could not cope with that. With no more food to prepare and less drinks flowing I had to mingle more out with my kitchen which meant trying to hold a very full bursting bladder among others. I quickly found an empty seat and sat down crossing my legs tightly. It was a hard wooden dining table seat which meant I could sit upright keeping my muscles tense. My whole body was screaming at me to go to the bathroom urgently. My toes were curling, my knees bouncing, my thighs clamped tight, my hips swaying, my legs tightly crossed, my muscles tightened, my bladder aching. Even the top half of my body was telling me to ‘pee now!’ With my nipples hard and erect, my face grimacing, my neck tensed. It was taking my entire body to hold. My bladder was so full I looked pregnant! Without conscious awareness I had started rocking as I spoke to people. My hands intermittently going between gripping the seat of the chair to pushing between my legs to ease the pressure. I’m sure people must have known or even been enjoying my movements but I was thinking I should stop being stupid at this point and just use the toilet I so urgently needed. Then I realised as the last few people started to leave that I should really be social and ‘see them out’ by standing up. But God I was so ready to wee it was painful now. I was also highly aroused but more than anything I HAD to release my bladder. It took three attempts at standing before I could do it without wetting. I had lost all professionalism now and I was bouncing from foot to foot. I was utterly mortified when my friend hugged me at my front door as she kept saying to her partner ‘we’d best go Harry and let Mary get to the loo. She looks frantic!’ Harry winked at me but followed his partner to the car. ‘Oh my God I am beyond desperate!’ I said to myself the second the door was closed. My hands were between my legs now as I tried to make it upstairs without wetting. I somehow made it and pushed at the door with both hands wedged between my legs as pee was dripping into my undies in preparation of sitting on the pan. But the door was locked! I hammered on the door so frantic to pee I had completely forgot my own partner at the time may also have felt too embarrassed to use our own loo or been too busy socialising he too could have been bursting. He shouted back ‘sorry love. Been holding my poo for ages and had to come quick. I’ll be as quick as I can!’ I ran into my room, stripped off my tight jeans and blouse and jumped on my bed with just my white lacy bra and matching knickers on. I knelt down with one hand inside my knickers stroking myself and the other helping me balance. I was right on the edge of pissing everywhere and the only way I knew to help get through the next few minutes was to masterbate and hope it staved off the urgency. I grabbed my toy and even inserted that in the vain hope having an orgasm would prevent my pee escaping. I was shaking now both with pee urgency and being so aroused. As I inserted my metal vibrator in and out quicker and quicker I could feel my muscles contracting and as much as I was enjoying the feeling I began panicking when I felt urine seeping through past my toy. I was leaking and about to burst my full contents of my bladder onto my bed. I pulled my vibrator out quickly and bend over the side of my bed where I kept some shoes under my bed. I had no time to do anything else as droplets of warm pee ran slowly down my inside legs. I tipped out a new pair of high heel shoes onto the floor and grabbed the cardboard shoe box like my life depended on it. I knelt over the box as a huge sudden gush of warm almost clear urine poured quickly into the cardboard show box. There was a short pause before my body suddenly shook with such intensity I wasn’t sure if I was climaxing or just shuddering with sheer and utter extreme pee desperation. Either way as I shook my urethra relaxed, my vaginal swollen lips parted willingly and my Kegal muscles pushed with such a ferocious force I almost lost my balance. My eyes closed, my body frozen, my whole being releasing to the moment. Water flowed out at high speed into that box swirling around the corners and slashing into the centre. Filling and filling at a steady and intensely satisfying speed until my body felt it had had it’s time. The stream eventually slowing, my busy finally relaxing, my whole being able to finally breathe. As the reality hit I knelt there in complete shock. I was kneeling on my bed in just my pants and bra with my pants down to my knees with a cardboard shoe box wedged between my legs full of warm foaming pee. What sort of woman does that? What sort of professional female finds herself in this situation? I stared at the shoe box in disbelief and shock as I heard the toilet door finally open and my partner shouting ‘the bathroom’s free now if you still want to use it?’ I moved the shoe box to my bedside cabinet while I unhooked my dressing gown from my bedroom door, pulled it around me and hid the shoe box inside like some dirty secret. I emptied the contents down the toilet quickly, splashed my face with cold water to calm myself down and washed my hands. I then stood on the box to fold it down and crushed it into the bathroom bin. Every time I see a shoe box I think if that day and tell myself it won’t ever happen again. The problem is no-one can guarantee that can they?

This is another one from my friend. Posted with permission, told from his point of view. ---- (I absolutely like hate pissing in public bathrooms. Dunno if it's anxiety or shyness, or what, but I pretty well can't even use urinals, gotta wait for a stall to even go in a public bathroom, just for some background.) I would've been about 14 at the time. I used to do paintball summer camp thing, where we'd mostly be inside doing reball (basically just paintball but rubber, reusable balls instead of paint filled ones). However, some days, we'd go outside and play real paintball. On one such day, I had came loaded with like 4 of those super tall gatorade bottles with the twist-nozzle at the top, since it was probably 30+ Celsius out and super sunny, and I didn't want to get dehydrated. We were only out for a few hours so for most people, going to the bathroom wasn't an issue. But, on such a warm day, I was drinking quite a bit, and ended up really needing to go. Maybe 2 of the bottles in, and I had to go enough that I tried to just go a little ways away from the field, where we were told to go if we really needed to. But, again, public stuff is a no no, so I can't. So I suck it up, decide I'll just play on and ignore it. Of course I keep drinking, too, and by the time we were going back inside to the nice, cool, air conditioned building with real bathrooms, I had long since finished all 4 of my bottles of gatorade, and good god did I need to take a leak. On the walk back to the building I was literally hunched over because if I stood up straight, I thought I was just gonna compress my bladder enough to force some piss out from how full I felt. Eventually we get back, I somehow survive, and run into the bathroom. Except, it was a small bathroom with just one stall and maybe 2 urinals, so a bit of a line ended up forming as soon as I went in. And I just couldn't get anything coming out. So, I try for a minute or two and give up, flush, let some other people go through while I'm still hunched over from needing to go so bad, and once everyone else is done and I have the bathroom to myself I go back in and can finally let it all out, and good fucking god was that ever the most satisfying piss of my life.

Hi! It's my 24th birthday and I was hoping to hear your best male public desperation stories (personal ones are best but any are fine!). I especially love ones involving having to find something to relieve yourself into or barely making it to a urinal!

Hi guys, I'm desperately searching for a wetting video of a girl in a red swimsuit (a full body one). She didn't show her face but was really nice. Can you help me? I remember she should be a lifeguard but I'm not sure. Thank you

Hello:) I entered last story in 2018. Time for something new. This story will present two perspectives of pee desperation/peeing outdoors, male and female. Part I - Tom, pharmacy student, 18yo - "Tom, wake up, you lazy..! You will be lat for your lecture" - a strong voice from behind the door, coupled with an increasingly insistent knocking suddenly brought him to consciousness. It was his older brother, James. They live with parents, but as they visited family for two weeks, the oldest brother kept an eye on everything. He was on charge now. Tom and James lived also with their little sister Brook, currently in high school junior class. Thomas Still a bit confused, looked at his watch, finding there confirmation of the dark truth that was just reaching his ears. “It's ten past seven! Wake up moron” Alarmed a voice that must have belonged to brother, already concerned about his prolonged absence downstairs. -"Overslept! Im taking car, sorry. I m going to office on 8am, so not possible to wait for you any longer. You have bus '15' in 10minutes!" Hurriedly, Tom reached for the clothes spread on the chair. If he wanted to make it, and he did, he couldn't even think of the morning toilet or breakfast. Actually, he had hope to pee at least, but Brooke woke up the same time and really needed to go. He decided to let her go first and only brush teeth in kitchen. The bus was leaving in five minutes! So he only grabbed his backpack and, ran out of the house. He left home just in time to see the bus cooming around the corner. By increasing his speed, he managed to reach the stop just as the door opened. The stinging in the side seemed to have been caused by more than this short sprint. Actually, not even on the side ... He really felt, that he didn't even have time to use the bathroom this morning. The road to Uni usually took around 50 minutes, but he was afraid it would be extremely long this time. He greeted his colleagues, however, as if nothing had happened and took his place on the seat, trying to direct his thoughts to other things. - "Hey, man!" - Will asked him, a good friend, and now a neighbor on the right - "Do you prepared for today's test? -yes, it will be easy today." Under other conditions, he would probably be a bit more talkative, but only this bladder did not bother him that much. He wasnt in panic. He knew that he can rely on his bladder. He lost control on his bladder last time when he was 9 and overestimated his strenghts when holding all day and going back from school. This was a little more embarassing as he lost control few steps from doorway, soaked pants and shoes much. And just then his friend from neighbourhood - Sheila - girl his age, waved him and called to play together.And he turned around when finishing his "peeing with closed zipper". She clearly noticed, because she kept quiet suddenly, stared at him, huge wet stain on pathway, his soaked pants and again on him, and after 5 seconds answered: "Oh, do you want to play hide &seek with me and..? Ooh, Ill talk to you later." There werent never after any others, even smaller accidents, but this one gave him a lesson, not to hold pee too long and plan more well. Boys dont plan well at this age, but he was more responsible after this accident. He reminded this episode now, in bus tho. Especially that noone knew about it and Sheila just acted like nothing happened, ran to other friends to play and behaved like real good friend. Anyway, bus stopped at his stop and Tom went to Uni with his friends. He had a thought to go to toilet right before, but they were just in time and he didnt want to be late on test. During his small exam, he felt stronger and stronger urge to go, but it wasnt something much extraordinary for him. He didnt never put himself in such sitution on purpose and rather planned well (cause of experience), but he also had strong bladder and he knew that he can rely on his bladder in this struggle. After the test, all group had laboratories, so all of it was 120minutes. After that, thay had 10minutes break. Tom ran out of class straight to toilets, to get rid of his, this time really huge,problem. It found out that girls toilets were closed due to maintenance. Women were allowed to use men's room at the same time urinals were not allowed this time:) . Two queues have been formed. Few girls who went in a real hurry were desperate, so boys who stood on the front, put them first.Tom stood in one of them, but 10 minutes break finished quickly and he was just first to go, but he quit, because he didnt want to have absence on last lab. This 60 minutes was extremely hard for him, he never felt this type of pressure and pain in his belly. When lab ended, all class decided to go to bar together and grab some beer. Hovewer he just wanted to pee.Tom just said: 'I will catch you guys later' and slowly went out of class, fidgeting himself discreetly.As situation near toilets was the same, and he didnt have strength to go on 2nd floor toilets, Tom left the building in a "hurry". He wasnt able to run at this point, so he just went off building. Thomas had luck, bus just arrived when he came. He went to bus. First plan was to go home, but after half of distance, Tom felt something scary - warmth. "Im just sweating", he kept repeating to himself. But he wasnt. First short spurt escaped. Just few drops, one or two, but Tom freezed. "I just have to get out on next station or something bad ha... No, will be ok. Just hold it. Bus moved suburbs, next stop is near big forest, I will pee there. Bus stopped. Tom went out. 100 meters passed.200. First trees. He wanted to unzip his trousers (as belt was undone already). He saw family with dog. "I will just turn left, it has to be more privacy somewhere!" He turned left in a pathway. And just thought.About.Whipping.It.Out. "More trees, I will go there!" When he just unzipped trousers, put (quickly as he could) pants below, whipped out his aching penis, very strong and full-force stream of yellow, intensive pee pushed himself through his member. He peed likea racehorse. Because of pressure, stream hit ground and leafs so hard that it sprayed on his shoes a little. But he didnt care. His priority was to empty his bladder finally. Relief was magnificent.. He didnt feel anything like this in years. Maybe never. And then, after 20 seconds of sweet relief, maybe in a 1/4 maybe 1/3 of his piss process, he saw some girl. She was on other path, but turned right and came toward him. He quickly stopped flow in a middle, put penis in pants and zipp them immediately. "Hello Tom, I thought you will celebrate friday with others in bar", he heard. It was Alice, his goergous friend from high school. One year younger than him, Beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes and really beautiful slim figure. She didnt have big breasts or bottom, but was very slim and attractive. But it wasnt the best in her. She is modest and really hard working girl. Ambitious and also good heart. She learned much and every time after school she was going to dog shelter as vounteer. Tom was happy and terrified at the same time. He still needed to go, maybe even more than previously. -Hello Alice, I just wanted to walk a little in forest. - Oh, I like it too! I walk with my dogs here always. They were walking, Alice was talking about her exams, her volunteer job and books she read last time. She was really happy that she met her crush, boy she always wanted to meet better. Tom was pale. He tried to smile, but the same time he wanted relief. This relief was just behind one of thousands trees, just a moment and he would be safe. He was shivering and had to hold his crotch. One time too much. She noticed. -Tommy, is everything ok with you? Do you feel ok? -Its ok. I just... I just want to go to toilet.. His face was a little red when he said it. He was shy, and now he was forced to say that he is minute fron peeing his pants to girl he really like.. - Ok. Should I..woke you home then? Alice was so well mannered and modest (as he thought) that she didnt offer him to relieve here. -I...have to go. Please please give me 2minutes! - Sure, dont worry (she smirks) Tom went to bushes just 2-3 meters from her while unbuttoning pants. When he forced zipper after few attempts, he felt spurt. A big one. BIG. This should've definitely land in toilet. Small patch was visible on his jeans. He whipped it out and peeed. Stream was even more intensive than previously. He felt smell of pee. Does she smell it? What does she think about me? He thought about it, but relief was more important. This time not interrupted. He peed for more than 50 seconds! After big stream, he still pushed another and another. It was really much. Last leak was weak and it landed on his shoe a little. "Dammit". He shook it off, check the damage quickly. Pants were wet, not only on penis area but even on back a little (as he squizzed his member really hard during short conversation with his crush. Pants were good, nothing visible. -Are You good now?asked Ali - Yes. Sorry for this. I was.. I really needed that. - I noticed, told Alicia with little smirk.

Based on a prompt from Tremblingstockings.tumblr.com In a small clump of trees in a rocky woodland area far from any city or town a tall skinny ginger-haired boy in an overly large cotton tee and an overly small pair of old blue jeans stood with his fly open cursing his manhood. He'd been standing there for the better part of ten minutes but the tree trunk he was aimed at was still bone try and his bladder was still bursting full. He wanted to go. He wanted it with every fiber of his being. But somehow he couldn't get his little faucet to turn on. The nervous young man had a hard enough time using a public restroom. Here there were no walls. He felt unprotected and he knew there was a chance his business could be heard or even seen. He tried to relax. He closed his eyes and took deep regular breaths and did what he could to forget where he was. He felt something coming. A little bit of liquid had made it past the barrier and was trickling through the channel. He heard a slight drizzle on the leaves below. Just then he heard a voice. Laughter. Girlish laughter. Manda's voice. His passage instantly clamped shut. He knew there was no hope of relieving himself now. With a sigh he zipped up and walked back to where his fellow campers were waiting. This was supposed to be a fun excursion. His first time camping without any grown-ups around to supervise his vacation. Because he and his friends were now grown-ups. At least they technically were even if they didn't feel like they were. Chett was no experienced outdoorsman and the wilderness always had some misery to dole out but this camping trip could still have been fun. It would have if it hadn't been for one factor: Girls. What was planned as a camping trip with his two best buds had changed into a trip with two guys and one of their girlfriends and somehow further morphed into a trip with two boys and three girls. When Chett was with the guys he was just hanging out but with girls around he was always on edge. It was like being at school or work. The girls weren't total strangers. Chett had become a little friendly with the girl named Manda. Had a couple private conversations with her. Gotten to know her somewhat. She was a robust brunette who looked great in flannel and khakis. Her face and hair always seemed flawless even though she was staying at a campsite with only the most basic amenities. She was bright and optimistic and receptive and had a certain warmth he'd never felt in a girl. Except maybe his mother. To sum it up simply Chett sort of liked Manda. Ironically that made him more nervous in her company than when she was just another girl. When she was around he could never relax. The hardest part to relax was the muscle that held his bladder shut. Just hearing a fleeting giggle from her had been enough to electrify his wires and shut off his plumbing. Chett emerged from the grove and rejoined the group. So much time had passed since he'd excused himself that he couldn't admit he hadn't done anything. He would have to make a different excuse if he wanted to break away from the pack again. That was the only way he'd be able to relieve his ever-growing bladder. There was an outhouse at the campsite but that was a long way to go and he wanted to catch back up with the group before too long. His best bet was to go off on his own and find a secluded spot without anyone following him. For the time being they were hiking a trail together. Bella was the first to break off from the group. She found an edible fungus and wanted to go hunting for more. Chett searched his brain for excuses but couldn't think of anything that wouldn't get him funny stares from his fellow campers. It wasn't easy to concentrate on a problem like that with a full bladder in tow. All he could think about was the large amount of liquid sloshing around inside there and his inexplicable difficulty getting it out. "Do you hear water?" Tommy asked. It threw Chett off for a moment because he was carrying a lot of water but didn't think anyone else knew. "A waterfall," Bella observed as she pointed out the distant stream. It gave Chett an idea. "It's beautiful!" he said in exaggerated wonder. "I'm going to go look at it up close." He now had an excuse to walk in almost the opposite direction from the group. It looked like there was some pretty dense vegetation near the waterfall where he could hide himself while he tried to go. The sound of the running water should ease things along and mask the sound of his stream. The plan failed however. The whole group wanted to look at the waterfall. Manda was so enamored with it she wanted to take pictures. She asked to use Chett's camera rather than the lousy one on her phone and her eagerly obliged. After a short while they resumed their hike. Each step made Chett's bladder sting. The next one who broke away was Sarah. She was feeling claustrophobic and wanted to get back out in the open field downhill. Her boyfriend Liam went with her. Chett suspected it was her excuse to steal some time with him. It gave him an idea for his own excuse. If they were going downhill maybe he could go uphill. He announced his intention at the next fork in the path. "I think I'll see how high up I can get. Take in the view. Take some pictures." Tommy, Bella, and Manda acknowledged him but continued along the path they'd planned. It was perfect. Chett's legs carried him quickly because his desperation gave him energy. After he'd gone a ways he had to leave the beaten path because it was going into an open area. He needed bushes or tall weeds or crowded trees but most of those were dangerously close to the trail his three comrades were walking. Finally he spotted the perfect place. There was a lush thicket that would hide him perfectly for his unmentionable task. It was nice and isolated sitting above some limestone bluffs. Chett believed he had all the energy and motivation he needed to do some rock climbing. After he had reached where the second story window would've been if the rock face was an apartment building he heard a cheerful girlish voice that made him freeze in place like a gargoyle on the side of a skyscraper. "Chett!" Manda called. "Do you want your camera?" He'd forgotten he didn't have a camera with him when it was essential to his excuse. After a moment of embarrassed scatterbrained mumbling he twisted around to face the girl while putting on an air of confident masculinity. "Thank you but I don't need it after all. I'd rather take in the sights with only my own eyes. It's more special that way." Manda bought that story and even remarked positively about his way of thinking. That solved one problem. The problem of getting up the bluff was exacerbated however. It was much harder to climb knowing a girl was watching. Not just any girl. The girl he kind of liked. Motions that had come naturally to him a moment earlier were now difficult and deliberate. In the next ten minutes he only ascended a few body lengths. "Wow," cooed Manda despite Chett's shortcomings. "You're quite a climber." The compliment made the boy weak in the knees. It was a bad time for that. He lost his footing and fell head over heels. The next thing Chett knew he was lying in Manda's arms. Her right arm was cradling his back and her left arm was holding him up at the knees. The tough young woman had caught him before he hit the ground and she hadn't even fallen over in the effort. Chett was humiliated. He'd carelessly embarked on a dangerous activity and almost gotten himself hurt through his own clumsiness. Stacked on top of that was the shame of failing at something manly and having to be rescued by a girl. The combination of burning embarrassment and heart-jolting fear made him breath rapidly and sweat heavily and blush profusely. But the fall had another effect on his body that humiliated him more than anything else about the disaster: He was having an accident in his pants. It didn't stay in his pants for long however. His tight blue jeans and bent legs made sure of that. The cotton and denim absorbed a little of the hot golden liquid but most of it flowed right out of the bulge in his jeans and onto the rocky soil below. It flowed and flowed. His uncooperative body had forced him to hold an outrageously large volume and it was all pouring forth freely now. It felt like an hour went by. Neither one of them said a word. The strange situation had frozen them in place. Manda held Chett in her arms and looked at him with an uncertain expression in her eyes while his eyes struggled to hold hack tears while his bladder held back nothing. Once the bladder had become empty and the ground had become a small lake Manda raised her right arm and lowered her left arm and set the boy safely on the ground. Chett tried to speak but stopped himself in an instant because he was afraid he'd sob. His eyes were welling with tears. Then Manda did something unexpected: She hugged him with all her might. In a comforting voice she said, "You poor boy. I never knew you had a cute side." Chett was astonished. A girl had called him cute. She'd said it in a context that was strange and almost insulting but she had said he was cute and the boy knew he had to capitalize on this moment. He felt speechless but knew he had to speak anyway so he managed something. "You remind me of my mother," he said. He scrambled for something better to say and came up with "You're so sweet." "Let's go," Manda said enthusiastically while holding his hand. "Now's a great time to go swimming in our clothes."

I’m currently working on a Dear Evan Hansen (musical) omorashi story currently where Evan has paruresis, so if anyone elsenon this side likes that musical keep a look out for me. I’m a bit of a slow writer, but I’m considering posting it in parts of anyone responds suggesting either way or another?