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This is a new series of stories of various workers who really need to pee. This first one is about male desperation but there will be an equal amount of female over the series.  Here’s the first

February:  Florist delivery driver    January and February were sobering months for Skye as she delivered more to funeral directors and hospitals than to private houses. Cold weather, the ab

June: the optician    Marie was contented with her life so far. Married to a kind and hard working man and with a beautifulhealthy3 year old she felt so lucky. With both her and her husband

May: the defence lawyer

 

Ian was glad it was Tuesday. Monday’s were overload day with new cases piling in by the dozen after drunken weekends and police referrals from drug addicts and people arrested for all sorts of offences. Wednesdays were his office days where he never knew what might happen but Tuesdays were his court days where he could do his stuff and put all his years of studying to good use. 

 

Ian lived for grey areas. He could find loopholes in laws quickly and he had a reputation for getting the even most guilty client off lightly. ‘Mitigating circumstances’ had become his middle name. He believed behaviour was communication and that people needed help not punishment. He also liked to make money and more of it. 

 

Ian knew the court like that back of his hand. He also knew many of the girls who arranged the court times like the back of his hand too. He knew parts of their body that others never saw and he used that to his advantage flirting and winking to make sure his court times always landed on Tuesdays and Thursdays. So far it seemed to work at a small cost of a little peck on the cheek or cheap chocolates now and again. No hardship as the girls were stunning, well two of them at least. Mabel was more rounded and plain but what she lacked in looks she made up it in efficiency. Ian knew how to work everyone and everything. People were a way to make money and not much more. Most just called him a charmer.

 

Ian arrived early with his Costa coffee in hand and sat in his Audi watching commuters coming and going from the bus and train depot across the road while the odd person walked their dog and curtains began opening in nearby windows. It was only 8am but Ian had planned this to get time to run through his notes again and dictate a few things into his phone in peace. He wasn’t hungry so coffee was fine and by 8:30 his cup was empty and he noticed Vince arrive to open the busy city court. He waved at Ian and Ian used that as a signal to stop his reading and pack away his notes. It was time for work and his adrenaline was already pumping. 

 

Inside Ian headed upstairs to the barristers and professionals area. Nicknamed the lawyer’s laird’ Ian switched on the coffee machine and the router and his laptop and sat down in the comfortable lounge to log into the court system and see what order the cases were and who was against who professionally. More importantly he checked virtually into his office to pick up any last minute information. It wasn’t at all surprising to Ian to have a lot of additional new information that his opponent tried to raise at the last minute to throw his case. Today was no exception. As the emails arrived and he sipped his second coffee of the day more and more people started to arrive. Huddled voices, boiling kettle and rustling papers could just be heard over ringing phones, clicks of computer keys and loud hi’s. Ian zoned in and then quickly closed his computer as his phone rang to say his first client was downstairs. 

 

As he passed the gents he thought about going in and even paused. He needed to go but not desperately yet and this morning’s client was very volatile. He’d been impressed he even turned up if truth be told. He wanted him to remain on the premises and stay sober so he rushed downstairs to the general waiting room and was pleased to see the young lad had at least tried to look smart and even brought his harassed mum with him. He signaled to the lad to come into the corridor and asked how he was. He hoped he would be fine to wait so he could head back to the loos before they were due in court in 15 minutes. One minute with his client proved this would never happen as he tried to keep the lad stable and strong. 

 

Ten minutes later and Ian still hadn’t felt sure enough to be able to leave his client despite his mum being there. If anything the lad’s mum seemed to be making him more volatile not less! He was threatening to walk out, drink or even take drugs so Ian felt compelled to sit with him despite protests from his bladder. When the lad complained he was thirsty and said he was heading to the shop for ‘water’ Ian guided him instead to a vending machine and to keep the client at ease he bought him a bottle of water and one for himself too. Wearing a full suit in a warm court was sweltering. Both men drank around half their bottles before a buzz from the court room indicated it was their turn to be called. 

 

Ian was rarely nervous but the combination of a young, drug addicted, alcohol dependent client who clearly had committed the crime and the fact he really needed the toilet were not making him confident. He sat with his legs tightly crossed trying to keep the boy from doing a runner. If only his mother could watch him even for a few minutes but how unprofessional it would be for them to be called through with no defence lawyer because he had ran to the bathrooms and missed his crucial time to be in court. There was no way Ian  could risk his career no matter how much he had to pee. He clenched tight and tried to focus on the case at hand. 

 

The call came and Ian took his young client’s hand and pulled him through to the intimidating and formal court. He had briefed his client on all the necessary protocol and thankfully the lad did exactly as taught, probably, Ian thought, through fear. Courts were very scary places even for trained lawyers. 

 

The judge outlined the charges against his client and his client acknowledged the charges without agreeing or admitting guilt. Ian breathed a sigh of relief but he certainly couldn’t relax as the case hadn’t even started, and besides if he relaxed too much he was sure he would pee himself. 

 

None of the witness statements shocked Ian in any way as he had read and reread them so many times. He had his questions ready but he was struggling to stay composed as he sat crossed legged with his knee bouncing. Everything seemed to be dragging in and he could not wait for this case to be over. He could not wait to get to a urinal. The judge wasn’t helping as he questioned the witnesses on some minor discrepancies. They were clearly nervous, as was Ian, as his bladder sent message after message begging him to find a bathroom. Finally it was Ian’s chance to stand and quiz the poor witnesses. Standing meant gravity working against him as all the coffee and water dropped inside his bladder and pushed against his sphincter for release. Ian tapped his foot subconsciously trying to keep his penis moving so it stopped it releasing. He was struggling to focus but thankfully his notes kept him from floundering too much. 

 

He asked the first witness a question, deliberately worded to try and confuse. They simply repeated what they had said before. Ian tried again but still the witness stayed strong. 

 

The prosecuting lawyer then had his say as he pleaded the case of his client outlining all of the physical, financial and emotional pain that Ian knew his client had committed. He wasn’t going to let his client plead guilty without outlining everything Ian had prepared though. He just wished the prosecutor would hurry up his speech as he was bursting for a piss now and struggling not to show it. Hidden slightly from the other party Ian couldn’t help but rub himself to try and halt the constant demands from his bladder for release. Everything within him was tense, when to make matters worse his client started crying and began blurting out ‘I did it. I did. I’m sorry.’ 

 

Ian knew this was his chance to get in quickly while the iron was hot. He’d actually wanted and planned all this to happen so he could outline how remorseful and sorrowful his client really was and how his awful neglect as a child had caused him to fall on hard times and in with the wrong crowd. How his client had a diagnosis of mental health problems that would be exasperated in prison and how a closely monitored community order would allow his client the time and space to get his life back together and get treatment for his mental health, which in the long term would actually make him less of a risk to society. The entire time Ian was outlining this he was struggling to stand still. He hated the fact his body was making him look so unprofessional but he knew if he stood perfectly still his bladder would win against him. 

 

Without a jury it all rested in the judges decision and as the judge outlined and summed up the case Ian sat squirming in his seat as his client squirmed in an entirely different way. Ian absolutely longed to get to the gents, his balls ached with urgency yet he could absolutely not leave court until the judge released them. He had plenty to say and Ian struggled to work out which way the case was heading. All he could think about was the fact he could feel his expensive boxers getting damper. He’d never wanted a court case to end so badly in his life. 

 

Finally the judge made his ruling and Ian held the end of his penis in anticipation. Would his client be released or would he be left to sort out a mess? His body was as tense as the case. Against all odds the judge ruled that while he accepted the remorse and guilt of Ian’s client he had to pass a sentence that reflected the gravity of the case in hand, yet he absolutely acknowledged that prison may in fact cause more harm than good especially if a shorter sentence was passed which would not allow the criminal time to receive the necessary treatment to prevent him reoffending. Ian was willing it to draw to a close as he pinched himself even tighter as a spurt leaked out. This was critical, both for him and his client. 

 

‘I hereby sentence you to one year community sentence with the condition that you attend a centre for addiction, carry out 50 hours a week free services in your community each week and you are placed under a tag where you must not leave the house after 9pm for the next six months. Do you agree to abide by these conditions?’ 

 

Ian breathed a sigh of relief though he couldn’t relax for fear his bladder would burst. He nodded to his shocked client to agree and the hammer was dropped to signal court could be released. 

 

Ian shook his clients hand but then stood awkwardly as the client’s mum came up tearfully to shake his hand too. Ian desperately needed out of court and to a toilet more urgently than he could ever remember. Right now his client had done well but he couldn’t stay to congratulate him or explain what would happen and he was never so thankfully for court staff who came to escort his client away to complete necessary forms. 

 

He made polite excuses to his clients and pushed through the court as quickly as he could, not caring who he bumped into. With his bag in tow he raced up the old Victorian staircase and along the corridor towards the ‘lawyer’s laird’ and pushed his back against the door of the gents. Ian had never in his life been so delighted to see a free urinal as he dropped his bag, unzipped his suit trousers and pulled his pulsating member from his wet underwear. His penis head hardly saw the light of day before it exploded with warm foaming piss that shot out of Ian at speed. He stood with one arm resting on the tiled wall and his head held back as he sighed the biggest sigh of his life. 

 

‘Fuck that was a close one mate!’

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Absolutely love it! Amazing!

During my last eye test I was sure that the optician, an attractive young Eastern European lady, needed to use the loo. It was early afternoon and they were running behind on their appointments. I had to wait a while and when I was finally seen, my optician seemed really fidgety and flustered and mentioned to me how busy they had been all day. The optician rooms were right in the middle of a large supermarket so the toilets were not close by, and I guessed she’d not been able to run to the loo since the morning.

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23 hours ago, Despguy123 said:

Absolutely love it! Amazing!

During my last eye test I was sure that the optician, an attractive young Eastern European lady, needed to use the loo. It was early afternoon and they were running behind on their appointments. I had to wait a while and when I was finally seen, my optician seemed really fidgety and flustered and mentioned to me how busy they had been all day. The optician rooms were right in the middle of a large supermarket so the toilets were not close by, and I guessed she’d not been able to run to the loo since the morning.

Glad to hear n you are enjoying these as your own writing has brought men so much pleasure over the the years. These are all completely fictional but I like to hope they a realistic and very much believable. I’m loving writing them and you may enjoy knowing that I write them all whilst needing to go myself. They are not that short so the endings may reflect what the author is doing too at times. 

Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment. It’s greatly appreciated.

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July: general assistant in a bike hire shop

 

It was Monday morning in the island’s only bike hire shop and Lewis hadn’t stopped since the shop opened. It was the height of the summer season on the small Scottish island and the weather was unusually beautiful. Every tourist seemed to want to cycle round the flat terrain and enjoy everything the island had to offer. It was by far the most popular way to get around for all ages and bus loads of people would turn up to hire bikes of all shapes and sizes. Large groups booked ahead but many would just walk in and hope a suitable bike was available. The shop was stocked from front to back with so many bikes that Lewis and his colleague had stopped bringing customers in and instead took the bikes out to the customers instead. 

 

Lewis loved Scotland and especially it’s islands. He considered himself very blessed to have been born and raised on one and his name reflected his parents favourite is,and if all. In fact until two years ago Lewis had never lived on the mainland at all. He’d only reluctantly moved there to attend university for his chosen study of marine biology but he longed every summer to return to an island so his summer job was just perfect. Lewis would stay with friends on the island or stay in a bed and breakfast throughout summer before returning to his university halls of residence for term time. 

 

Lewis was popular and well liked though rather private and reserved having been raised a strict Catholic. Religion wasn’t Lewis’s ‘thing’ but he remained deeply respectful and innately kind to everyone, always with that feeling there might be some saint watching him. He was the last to ever say he needed a break or complain always preferring to be unassuming and diligent to the end. 

 

Lewis has just finished serving a young family ensuring the young children were safely fitted to rear seats on the adults bikes and straps adjusted for safety. He had no sooner watched them cycle off when a minibus of high school age children pulled up noisily and excitedly. Lewis and his colleague Shona had each teenager self measure their inside leg then come in turn and give the size to them as they both headed into the shop to find the most suitable bike. Being outside Lewis was sweating and as the final teenager rode off happily Shona passed Lewis a bottle of chilled water from the staff fridge. 

 

‘We’ll get a headache if we don’t keep drinking in this heat. It’s going to be another scorcher apparently.’ 

 

Lewis was a man of few words but he sure was grateful for the water.

 

‘Cheers Shona.’ 

 

Over an hour passed and neither of the staff had had a minute to stop as customers flocked in from every direction to enquire about bikes. It was looking like it would be a record breaking day for the shop but Lewis and Shona were handling  it professionally and efficiently. 

 

Lewis had long since finished his bottle of water but as the sun reached its midday peak he took a moment to open the fridge and help himself to another. He should be due a lunch break soon but with just two staff on it would be busy and as a gentleman he very much felt Shona should get to go first. There wasn’t a lull in customers at all but eventually Shona met with Lewis as they both headed for a bike in the same area in the shop and she mentioned she could really go a break. 

 

‘Go after you serve that customer. I don’t want you fainting on me from hunger. I’ll be fine. People can just wait an extra few minutes. It won’t hurt them. Besides it’s hardly our fault there’s only two of us is it?’ 

 

‘Thanks Lewis. You know I appreciate it.’ 

 

Lewis drank water and worked as he gave out bikes so quickly he was starting to wonder if they would have to close up for a while until others were returned and safety checked. He was shocked to see it was already 1pm and he had already been working almost 5 hours. He was fit and healthy so missing one meal would hardly hurt him and besides he’d had a bacon roll at his mates before coming to work so he’d had plenty calories and carbohydrates to last him until dinner. He hadn’t even noticed if he was hungry one bit, though he was beginning to need a quick break for the gents. He figured he’d just see to that if opportunity arose when Shona returned. 

 

As the influx of customers very slightly eased Lewis checked the returns yard to find over twenty bikes had already been logged in and returned so he checked each one for damage and did quick safety check so he could restock  the main shop. Meanwhile each time he heard the bell signifying the door had been opened he would return to the shop and fetch an appropriate bike for the next customer. 

 

It wasn’t until he was halfway through his third bottle of water that he realised he required a visit to the gents  a lot more than he had earlier. Steady urges came from his bladder to his urethra though outwardly Lewis showed no signs whatsoever. He didn’t ever admit such an embarrassing thing like needing the bathroom to customers or colleagues and rarely ever even excused himself with family. He mastered holding on and saw no reason why he couldn’t do so today, at least until he had a chance to go, whenever that might be. 

 

As Lewis made his way back through to the shop as once again the bell rang he was glad to see Shona had returned from lunch at last. Unfortunately he also noticed that a large crowd had entered the shop and there was no way Shona could possibly deal with them all herself. Selflessly he went over to help as he helped customer after customer find the right size bike and pay for their hire. It was getting harder and harder to find bikes to fit as stock become lower and Shona asked if Lewis would go and check the yard to see if any more had been returned from previous hires. The island shop had quite an effective system in place where each bike had a bar code and customers could self scan the bike on their return and leave it safely in the back yard where staff would collect and check before returning it to the shop. The code matched each hirer’s debit or credit card details so if a bike wasn’t returned a deposit would automatically be taken from the person’s card. This system meant Lewis was pretty much alone in the yard except for any customers who might return their bikes. 

 

Alone in the yard Lewis was getting frustrated and harassed. His bladder was preoccupying his mind as his penis tingled for release. He decided as soon as this batch of customers left he would quietly sneak to the bathroom or even take his break. He was overdue a break anyway and annoyed that the shop owner had knowingly put just two staff members on at a very busy peak period. Through gritted teeth he pushed another few bikes back to the shop having checked them over first. Shona was too busy to notice his annoyance and stressed demeanour as she briefly caught his attention only to ask if there were many more bikes still in the yard. 

 

‘Yeah probably about 18-20 and more should be here soon. You’d think it would be getting quieter soon though.’ 

 

‘Hopefully. You couldn’t  bring those ones in though Lewis could you? I’ll serve the rest here and then I’ll be able to find bikes quicker. Thanks.’ 

 

Lewis wasn’t about to create a fuss or argue but he really could do with that long over due break as he quickly gulped down the last of his third bottle of water before heading out into the hot yard. Out in the yard Lewis could feel his need intensifying quicker than he was comfortable with. Though he never showed any need to urinate in public in private he was moving around a lot and now and again instinctively queening himself through his work shorts. He longed to just whip out his penis and pee a long stream against a wall but as a customer could walk through the gate at any time he was far too embarrassed to even attempt it. But he had to go so badly as he straddled one bigger bike to test the brakes and steering before pushing it into the shop. He couldn’t help it push his crotch firmly against the saddle of the bike as the pressure helped keep his bladder at bay. He pushed two bikes in, then another two but by the time he returned for the next two it was all he could do but jig about as his desire to pee grew stronger. Facing away from the gate he squeezed himself tightly inwardly cursing the fact he so desperately wanted to piss but couldn’t. Once again he thought about tugging his throbbing member out and making a huge puddle on the ground of the yard. Just the very thought made him bend forward and have to grab himself again. He just couldn’t possibly get every bike back into the shop without having an accident. 

 

He decided he’d have to swallow his pride, take the two bikes in that he had just checked and then go straight to the gents before his body couldn’t take it anymore. He stood the bikes against the wall and gave himself another squeeze just as he heard the gate open and a bunch of tired but happy customers come in with their hire bikes. Lewis wasn’t going to be caught holding himself like a child so he grabbed the bikes quickly and pushed them in through the back door of the shop and into the right places according to their size. He marched quickly over to the shop entrance where Shona was still serving customers and made a sharp turn towards the toilets. Just as he was metres from the door he heard a loud knock on the back door which startled him and he felt a few drops leak from his quivering penis. He thought about ignoring the knock and just rushing to the toilet but his sense of duty over rode and he headed back to the back door where he was met by the young family he had served as the shop opened. 

 

‘Sorry we can’t get the scanner to work and we hoped you could help.’ 

 

Lewis was sweating, rewatching heavy and beyond frustrated. He just wanted a break now as it was after 2pm. He hadn’t had lunch but worst of all he was dying to piss and still hadn’t managed to go. He clenched his muscles tightly as he lifted the bikes up to scan the codes in. He couldn’t find the words to say anything as his entire concentration was on holding back the huge amount of urine in his bladder. 

 

‘Oh that’s how you do it! Thanks for helping. We absolutely loved the bikes mate. Th kids have ad a great day. I’m sure we’ll be back soon. Thanks for everything.’ 

 

Lewis was frantic to urinate and getting angry at the young children who were now running around the yard like it was a playground while his whole body thrashed internally to be able to release a ton of wee. 

 

‘Don’t touch those bikes! They are not toys!’ 

 

It was so out of character for Lewis to shout, especially at customers but he just needed into the shop and into the to toilet so badly and the damn kids were preventing him doing so. Lewis walked over to the gate and held it open hoping the family would leave. He was sure his throbbing penis and slight hard on from extreme desperation must have been obvious but all he could think about was getting them out so he could run to a urinal. He held his breath as they finally left but as Lewis shut the gate he could feel urine rush down the length of his shaft causing it to grow. and stiffen and without any thought, through the most extreme need to piss, he undid his fly, fished out his dick and let a few squirts burst out onto the ground. It too all his will power to stop but fear of being caught caused him to tuck his bursting penis back into his boxers and shorts and he zipped up quickly. 

 

He wanted to grab another couple of bikes but he knew he just had to get inside to the toilet so badly now before his whole body gave up the fight. He couldn’t remember ever having to go so badly in his life. Lewis lushes the door open and walked briskly through the shop towards the toilets only to be met by Shona coming quickly towards him. 

 

‘Lewis! So glad you’ve come in. I’m so so sorry I’ve only just remembered you haven’t had a break yet! Where you just coming to say? Goodness you should have said earlier. You must be starving! Go take it now. I’ll be fine on my own for a bit. Lewis? Lewis? Are you ok?’ 

 

Lewis could hardly contain himself. He was proud, professional and dignified but his body couldn’t hold back as Shona stood in front of him delaying him from the one and only thing he wanted to do so badly. He’d been thoroughly bursting to piss for hours now and letting out a few spurts had just broken the seal and he stood in front of his colleague squirming as another spurt shot out making his boxers wet and making an obvious wet patch on his shorts. 

 

Lewis bowed his head, unzipped his fly, and with just Shona and himself in the shop he sprinted to the toilet with his erect penis gripped tightly outside his clothes as urine dripped from the tip as he made his way towards the gents. Shona watched in wonder as her colleague revealed his most private body part to her as she realised he had been pissing himself in desperation as she spoke to him. 

 

She couldn’t help but feel wet herself at the thought of how long Lewis must have been holding and how desperate he must have been. She only wished she could have the pleasure of seeing his release, in more ways than one.

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