Anonymous
Tue, 23 Oct 01, 2:40 PM
This post is for Andromeda, Suzie and the other girls who have asked for more male desperation stories. This is completely true. It is another case of planned desperation...sorry no wetting if that's your thing...but lots of squirming! I posted this on the Wet Set board months ago but since only members can access the archives there, I thought I would post it here for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!
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Hi all! I just I would write to let you know I successfully completed a 24-hour stretch without a pee this morning, and it didn't even start out planned as such.
I started my day Wednesday as usual, peeing at about 8:30 a.m. when I was getting around for work. Those of you who read my other stories below know I am into desperation and hold-it and I had just done a rigorous "superbursting" session on Sunday, so I was giving my bladder a few days off. Well Wednesday all seemed back to normal. I felt a mild urge to pee around noon but went about my work without giving it much thought. I rarely pee at work. I drank a couple of cups of coffee along the way, which did increase my need by the time I was done for the day.
After work at 6 p.m., I logged on to check the Wet Set message board, read my e-mails and respond. This took over two hours and before I realized it, it was 9 p.m. Well by now, my need to pee was getting pretty serious, and I considered heading for the bathroom, however corresponding with all my pee-holding friends had put me in a retentive mood and I decided to hold on a little longer. I had a 12-ounce glass of juice with my dinner, and settled down to watch some TV. I was scissoring my legs back and forth while sitting on the couch as I was starting to need to pee pretty bad by now and planned to go soon. Nothing on TV caught my eye so I read for a while.
At 10 p.m., I was tired and decided to turn in early. I still hadn't peed, so I thought, what the hell? I'll go straight to bed and see what happens. It had been well over 12 hours since my last pee and the thought of going for 24 hours did cross my mind. The problem I knew I would face would come in the early morning. I get up around 4 a.m. to do a newspaper route to earn some extra money. That takes about 2 hours and then I usually crawl back into bed for an hour or two before getting up for my regular job. I knew lying in a warm comfortable bed all night would be one thing, but getting in and out of my car 100 or so times in freezing weather with an aching bladder would be a real challenge.
I decided to see how I felt at 4 a.m. and then proceed accordingly. Well despite needing to pee quite badly I slept pretty well until my alarm went off. I definitely felt more full at 4 a.m. but was still well in control. I decided I had lasted 19 and a half hours, why quit now. I almost changed my mind when I stepped outside and the cold air made my bladder contract, but I fought off the sudden spike in desperation and plunged ahead. I knew once I started my route I was committed, as there aren't too many places with bathrooms open at 4 a.m. Unless I wanted to pee in some alley, and I don't usually do that. I also knew if I could make it through the route, that the last two hours or so at home should be easier.
The first half hour of delivery was okay, but when a cold breeze picked up as I was walking to one house, I had to stop and clench my muscles or I would have lost it right there. The wave of desperation passed, but the pressure was definitely building up. Those of you who are into hold-it will understand the feeling. I didn't feel an urgent need to pee, but my abdomen definitely felt heavy and bloated.
By 5 a.m. I was having to stop and grab my crotch fairly regularly to retain control. By 5:30, I was jiggling around in the car as I drove, and grabbing myself frequently as I walked to houses. I had now gone 21 hours without a pee. As my desperation increased, I reminded myself that in less than an hour I would be safely home...in three hours I would have passed the 24 hour mark and could finally pee.
By 6 a.m., I was almost out of my mind. More than once, I thought I was going to lose it and pee my pants right on somebody's door step. But each time I managed to hold on. Fortunately, I was almost done. I was counting down the seconds as I finished off the final houses, and then drove home.
Once home, I felt better. I let my dogs out for a short romp, and then crawled back into bed. It was a wonderful feeling, wrapped up in warm blankets and holding a bulging bladder that was getting fuller by the minute. I only had two hours to go. Despite my very strong need, I managed to fall asleep. I woke up again and it was a few minutes after 8. Less than half an hour to go. I had to pee something awful by now and had to lie there and really focus to keep control. Somehow I dozed off again and when I woke up again, it was 8:43! I had made it! In fact, while I was dying to pee, I knew from experience my bladder wasn't yet at its limit. If I had nothing else to do that day, I might have just kept holding to see how far I could go, or drink a few glasses of water and try to hold on for another hour or so.
As it was, I had work, so I decided enough was enough. I almost always take the opportunity to reach a climax when my bladder is bursting, as many of the people who visit here can attest that an orgasm feels much more intense on a full bladder. I didn't pass up the chance this time either, and it felt great.
It also felt good when I found my measuring jug and finally let go. My experience has taught me that when I go for long duration holds, I often end up holding less than when I try to fill up quickly, but still often feel just as full. that was the case here. My bladder felt quite swollen, almost up to my navel and felt very heavy. However, I only peed about 800 ml. well below my best volume of about 1300 ml. The urine was also very dark and concentrated, even though I didn't try to deny myself liquids.
I'm still wondering how some of the people I've seen post on this board can reach 36 hours. I know I could have forced myself to go longer, and my best so far is 28 hours, but at the time I tried to imagine going another 12 hours without peeing and it seemed pretty unlikely! Of course it would be fun to keep trying until I got there.
Hope you liked my story. Sorry if it was a little long, but I know a lot of you appreciate as much detail as possible. Until next time,
jeff.
Email: murrayjeff@hotmail.com
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Hi all! I just I would write to let you know I successfully completed a 24-hour stretch without a pee this morning, and it didn't even start out planned as such.
I started my day Wednesday as usual, peeing at about 8:30 a.m. when I was getting around for work. Those of you who read my other stories below know I am into desperation and hold-it and I had just done a rigorous "superbursting" session on Sunday, so I was giving my bladder a few days off. Well Wednesday all seemed back to normal. I felt a mild urge to pee around noon but went about my work without giving it much thought. I rarely pee at work. I drank a couple of cups of coffee along the way, which did increase my need by the time I was done for the day.
After work at 6 p.m., I logged on to check the Wet Set message board, read my e-mails and respond. This took over two hours and before I realized it, it was 9 p.m. Well by now, my need to pee was getting pretty serious, and I considered heading for the bathroom, however corresponding with all my pee-holding friends had put me in a retentive mood and I decided to hold on a little longer. I had a 12-ounce glass of juice with my dinner, and settled down to watch some TV. I was scissoring my legs back and forth while sitting on the couch as I was starting to need to pee pretty bad by now and planned to go soon. Nothing on TV caught my eye so I read for a while.
At 10 p.m., I was tired and decided to turn in early. I still hadn't peed, so I thought, what the hell? I'll go straight to bed and see what happens. It had been well over 12 hours since my last pee and the thought of going for 24 hours did cross my mind. The problem I knew I would face would come in the early morning. I get up around 4 a.m. to do a newspaper route to earn some extra money. That takes about 2 hours and then I usually crawl back into bed for an hour or two before getting up for my regular job. I knew lying in a warm comfortable bed all night would be one thing, but getting in and out of my car 100 or so times in freezing weather with an aching bladder would be a real challenge.
I decided to see how I felt at 4 a.m. and then proceed accordingly. Well despite needing to pee quite badly I slept pretty well until my alarm went off. I definitely felt more full at 4 a.m. but was still well in control. I decided I had lasted 19 and a half hours, why quit now. I almost changed my mind when I stepped outside and the cold air made my bladder contract, but I fought off the sudden spike in desperation and plunged ahead. I knew once I started my route I was committed, as there aren't too many places with bathrooms open at 4 a.m. Unless I wanted to pee in some alley, and I don't usually do that. I also knew if I could make it through the route, that the last two hours or so at home should be easier.
The first half hour of delivery was okay, but when a cold breeze picked up as I was walking to one house, I had to stop and clench my muscles or I would have lost it right there. The wave of desperation passed, but the pressure was definitely building up. Those of you who are into hold-it will understand the feeling. I didn't feel an urgent need to pee, but my abdomen definitely felt heavy and bloated.
By 5 a.m. I was having to stop and grab my crotch fairly regularly to retain control. By 5:30, I was jiggling around in the car as I drove, and grabbing myself frequently as I walked to houses. I had now gone 21 hours without a pee. As my desperation increased, I reminded myself that in less than an hour I would be safely home...in three hours I would have passed the 24 hour mark and could finally pee.
By 6 a.m., I was almost out of my mind. More than once, I thought I was going to lose it and pee my pants right on somebody's door step. But each time I managed to hold on. Fortunately, I was almost done. I was counting down the seconds as I finished off the final houses, and then drove home.
Once home, I felt better. I let my dogs out for a short romp, and then crawled back into bed. It was a wonderful feeling, wrapped up in warm blankets and holding a bulging bladder that was getting fuller by the minute. I only had two hours to go. Despite my very strong need, I managed to fall asleep. I woke up again and it was a few minutes after 8. Less than half an hour to go. I had to pee something awful by now and had to lie there and really focus to keep control. Somehow I dozed off again and when I woke up again, it was 8:43! I had made it! In fact, while I was dying to pee, I knew from experience my bladder wasn't yet at its limit. If I had nothing else to do that day, I might have just kept holding to see how far I could go, or drink a few glasses of water and try to hold on for another hour or so.
As it was, I had work, so I decided enough was enough. I almost always take the opportunity to reach a climax when my bladder is bursting, as many of the people who visit here can attest that an orgasm feels much more intense on a full bladder. I didn't pass up the chance this time either, and it felt great.
It also felt good when I found my measuring jug and finally let go. My experience has taught me that when I go for long duration holds, I often end up holding less than when I try to fill up quickly, but still often feel just as full. that was the case here. My bladder felt quite swollen, almost up to my navel and felt very heavy. However, I only peed about 800 ml. well below my best volume of about 1300 ml. The urine was also very dark and concentrated, even though I didn't try to deny myself liquids.
I'm still wondering how some of the people I've seen post on this board can reach 36 hours. I know I could have forced myself to go longer, and my best so far is 28 hours, but at the time I tried to imagine going another 12 hours without peeing and it seemed pretty unlikely! Of course it would be fun to keep trying until I got there.
Hope you liked my story. Sorry if it was a little long, but I know a lot of you appreciate as much detail as possible. Until next time,
jeff.
Email: murrayjeff@hotmail.com