Daniel
Tue, 28 Feb 06, 4:51 AM
Hi everyone,
I've been reading here for a while, but have only now been prompted to register and contribute by all the interest in male desperation lately, and especially Biomatic's request for more stories. I warn you though, this story is loooong.
I was about 20 when this happened. I'd always found it really exciting seeing someone obviously finding it hard to hold back their pee, especially somewhere where they were just going to have to hold on for a while longer. I knew what it was like to be really busting of course, but it never seemed to happen very badly when I was amongst a lot of other people, and I wanted to experience what it was like.
So I went for a day out by myself to Jenolan Caves, a couple of hours west of Sydney, to go on a guided cave tour. These take about 90 minutes and the one I went on had about 30 people. 90 minutes would normally be nothing to someone who normally only pees about every 4 to 6 hours, but if you've had a lot to drink....
I'd been thinking about it for a couple of weeks before the day, so that morning I was pretty excited. As I was driving there I kept getting a stiffy, imagining what might be to come. I was drinking water to try to make sure I would end up needing to go pretty strongly before the end of the tour, but I didn't want to drink TOO much.
By the time I arrived I could still only feel quite a light pressure of wee so I drank more water before leaving my car. Then I went to see when the tours started and buy my ticket, and wandered around looking at things until the tour I was going on was due to start. While I was wandering around I often slipped my fingers slyly in through the leg of my fairly short shorts, where I could easily reach to my dick neatly contained inside my fresh new undies. It felt nice but I had to be careful not to do it too much because I kept starting to get a stiffy. I felt like I'd be able to hold onto my pee almost indefinitely.
By the time the tour started I could feel more pressure building up. I was pleased about that because I'd been wondering if I'd drunk enough. Once we were inside and I wasn't so visible in the relative darkness I tried holding myself as if I was already busting, impatient for the real thing to start. But with the excitement and the fiddling I quickly got a full blown stiffy again, and had to secretly move my dick so that it was straight upwards against my stomach, and hopefully not noticable. Once again I felt kind of invincible, as if however much wee I ended up with in my bladder, I'd have no difficulty holding it in.
I was impatient for things to 'develop' more, so I tried not to think about it for a while and just concentrate on the caves, which were actually very interesting and beautiful. I could feel the fullness steadily increasing though, and it wasn't very long before the first proper urge happened, I think while we were all gathered in a big group listening to the guide. That was exciting, and with everyone standing quite close together I was able to squeeze my dick repeatedly through the front of my shorts. That felt really nice and quickly eased off the urge, and once again I started getting a partial stiffy.
After that I quickly started getting more urges and was feeling progressively more full. It was an exciting fullness though; I knew I was completely in control and the urges eased quickly and satisfyingly whenever I squeezed my dick a few times. And even when I wasn't trying to ease an urge I often reached a couple of fingers in through my shorts leg to feel my dick neatly in my undies - it felt kind of strong, competently holding back the fullness of piss, and I was sure I had plenty of holding strength in reserve yet. I was really enjoying the experience now.
We kept slowly moving on through the caves and I steadily needed to go more; I'd reached the stage where I really did need to hold myself or step around a bit to help hold on against the frequent urges. There was still a fair while to go and I knew I'd be needing to go worse before the tour finished. I thought ahead to that with a kind of nervous excitement; I did want to be REALLY busting, but I wanted to be able to still hold on. I reassured myself I was just out to have fun and it'd all be okay.
But imagining the fun of real, full blown desperation can be different to when it actually happens. The wee must have been really flooding into my already full bladder by then, and before the end of the tour I was really struggling to hold on against the urges without 'dancing' around too obviously. It had been fun imagining being desperate in front of people I didn't know, but when you're confined in a small area and have to keep seeing the same people one minute to the next you don't want to look too stupid. It wasn't too hard to get away with holding myself amongst the crowd in the mostly dim light, but even that wasn't helping much now and I wasn't getting even a hint of a stiffy any more to make it any easier. I tried to keep enjoying it and talk myself into at least a bit of a stiffy by remembering how horny and invincible I'd felt at the beginning, but I knew now I'd gone too far with the drinking. However crazy and strong and invincible I'd felt before, I knew there still had to be a limit somewhere, and now I knew I was getting perilously close to it. I certainly didn't feel invincible now; in fact I felt like a vulnerable little boy in danger of losing control and wetting in front of everyone. How different from earlier when I couldn't help getting a stiffy!
I remember at one point being in quite a large, well lit cave and everyone standing still listening to the guide, and I was just soooo struggling not to start wetting my pants just then that I had to keep shuffling around and holding myself even though I couldn't hide it much. I think it was probably in that same cave a few minutes later that I squatted down looking at something everyone else had been looking at, but really I was squatting for a change of position to help hold on. I could only stay there a moment though before I had to stand up again, and as I stood up I just did this sudden spurt of wee in my shorts. That probably actually gave me some short term relief though, because the next thing I remember was when we were going up some steep steps and we came to a standstill, and it was all I could do to hold on. I was able to keep squeezing my dick without being seen as I faced the back of the person ahead but I just couldn't stand still, and the person behind (and below) me could hardly have missed noticing the tell tale movements of my legs.
Then we were finally at the end, but the worst was yet to come. The guide had been the last to leave the final cave, I suppose to make sure everyone was ahead, but then we had to wait standing in line behind the locked gate in the narrow passageway for the guide to get past us all so he could unlock the gate to let us out. This was a delay I hadn't expected and I was suddenly absolutely desperate, holding myself constantly, bending my legs and stepping from one foot to the other as I struggled to hold on for just a few more seconds...just a few more seconds... I was trying to minimise my movements so as not to look TOO obvious, but it would've been hard not to notice for anyone behind. Needless to say I kept my face to the front! Then I spurted again, even while I was holding myself. A couple more spurts escaped and in moments my dick was full of wee, held in by the squeezing of my fingers. For some reason its even harder to maintain control like that, and a moment later my control just gave way completely so that my whole bladder full was being held back only by the pressure of my fingers squeezing my dick shut. Oh shit, shit, shit! Now what was I going to do??? I could hardly walk out in broad daylight like that! And it burned! I tried with all my might to squeeze my sphincter shut tightly enough that I felt I had control again and could let go of my dick, but I could feel it just wasn't being effective enough. The only possibility was to tighten up enough at the same time I let go with my fingers. And that would mean a huge gush escaping as I let go, so I decided the best time to do it would be once I was walking. Also that way I'd be quickly able to escape, because I knew whoever was behind would have to be blind not to notice the sudden rush of piss onto the ground.
So that's what I did. Once the line was moving properly and I was sure I wouldn't have to stop again, but before we got out into the open, I let go of my dick and simultaneously made a massive effort to cut off the flow. Of course a huge gush of pee squirted into my shorts and down my legs, but it worked. Walking quickly with my hands held "casually" in front of me in an effort to hide the big wet patch I knew was there (but hadn't yet been game to look at so as not to draw attention) I headed away from the others in the group as fast as possible, even bypassing some nearby toilets in case I met any of them in there. I kept heading towards the carpark, intending to just get in my car and go so that I wouldn't meet up with anyone who might recognise me from the tour, but I was still busting badly and when I came near to some toilets just before the carpark the desperation mounted again. I HAD to go. I barely made it to the urinal, in fact I think I probably started weeing before I could manage to grab my dick and pull it out through the leg of my shorts, then I must've peed for over half a minute, which is a lot for me as I pee quite fast, and as I've since realised, don't have an especially large bladder. (About 800ml max)
Since that day I've had quite a few more "busting outings" but I'm a bit more careful not to let myself get in such an embarrassing situation. If anyone wants to chat please email me at danielc75@gmail.com
Have fun!
I've been reading here for a while, but have only now been prompted to register and contribute by all the interest in male desperation lately, and especially Biomatic's request for more stories. I warn you though, this story is loooong.
I was about 20 when this happened. I'd always found it really exciting seeing someone obviously finding it hard to hold back their pee, especially somewhere where they were just going to have to hold on for a while longer. I knew what it was like to be really busting of course, but it never seemed to happen very badly when I was amongst a lot of other people, and I wanted to experience what it was like.
So I went for a day out by myself to Jenolan Caves, a couple of hours west of Sydney, to go on a guided cave tour. These take about 90 minutes and the one I went on had about 30 people. 90 minutes would normally be nothing to someone who normally only pees about every 4 to 6 hours, but if you've had a lot to drink....
I'd been thinking about it for a couple of weeks before the day, so that morning I was pretty excited. As I was driving there I kept getting a stiffy, imagining what might be to come. I was drinking water to try to make sure I would end up needing to go pretty strongly before the end of the tour, but I didn't want to drink TOO much.
By the time I arrived I could still only feel quite a light pressure of wee so I drank more water before leaving my car. Then I went to see when the tours started and buy my ticket, and wandered around looking at things until the tour I was going on was due to start. While I was wandering around I often slipped my fingers slyly in through the leg of my fairly short shorts, where I could easily reach to my dick neatly contained inside my fresh new undies. It felt nice but I had to be careful not to do it too much because I kept starting to get a stiffy. I felt like I'd be able to hold onto my pee almost indefinitely.
By the time the tour started I could feel more pressure building up. I was pleased about that because I'd been wondering if I'd drunk enough. Once we were inside and I wasn't so visible in the relative darkness I tried holding myself as if I was already busting, impatient for the real thing to start. But with the excitement and the fiddling I quickly got a full blown stiffy again, and had to secretly move my dick so that it was straight upwards against my stomach, and hopefully not noticable. Once again I felt kind of invincible, as if however much wee I ended up with in my bladder, I'd have no difficulty holding it in.
I was impatient for things to 'develop' more, so I tried not to think about it for a while and just concentrate on the caves, which were actually very interesting and beautiful. I could feel the fullness steadily increasing though, and it wasn't very long before the first proper urge happened, I think while we were all gathered in a big group listening to the guide. That was exciting, and with everyone standing quite close together I was able to squeeze my dick repeatedly through the front of my shorts. That felt really nice and quickly eased off the urge, and once again I started getting a partial stiffy.
After that I quickly started getting more urges and was feeling progressively more full. It was an exciting fullness though; I knew I was completely in control and the urges eased quickly and satisfyingly whenever I squeezed my dick a few times. And even when I wasn't trying to ease an urge I often reached a couple of fingers in through my shorts leg to feel my dick neatly in my undies - it felt kind of strong, competently holding back the fullness of piss, and I was sure I had plenty of holding strength in reserve yet. I was really enjoying the experience now.
We kept slowly moving on through the caves and I steadily needed to go more; I'd reached the stage where I really did need to hold myself or step around a bit to help hold on against the frequent urges. There was still a fair while to go and I knew I'd be needing to go worse before the tour finished. I thought ahead to that with a kind of nervous excitement; I did want to be REALLY busting, but I wanted to be able to still hold on. I reassured myself I was just out to have fun and it'd all be okay.
But imagining the fun of real, full blown desperation can be different to when it actually happens. The wee must have been really flooding into my already full bladder by then, and before the end of the tour I was really struggling to hold on against the urges without 'dancing' around too obviously. It had been fun imagining being desperate in front of people I didn't know, but when you're confined in a small area and have to keep seeing the same people one minute to the next you don't want to look too stupid. It wasn't too hard to get away with holding myself amongst the crowd in the mostly dim light, but even that wasn't helping much now and I wasn't getting even a hint of a stiffy any more to make it any easier. I tried to keep enjoying it and talk myself into at least a bit of a stiffy by remembering how horny and invincible I'd felt at the beginning, but I knew now I'd gone too far with the drinking. However crazy and strong and invincible I'd felt before, I knew there still had to be a limit somewhere, and now I knew I was getting perilously close to it. I certainly didn't feel invincible now; in fact I felt like a vulnerable little boy in danger of losing control and wetting in front of everyone. How different from earlier when I couldn't help getting a stiffy!
I remember at one point being in quite a large, well lit cave and everyone standing still listening to the guide, and I was just soooo struggling not to start wetting my pants just then that I had to keep shuffling around and holding myself even though I couldn't hide it much. I think it was probably in that same cave a few minutes later that I squatted down looking at something everyone else had been looking at, but really I was squatting for a change of position to help hold on. I could only stay there a moment though before I had to stand up again, and as I stood up I just did this sudden spurt of wee in my shorts. That probably actually gave me some short term relief though, because the next thing I remember was when we were going up some steep steps and we came to a standstill, and it was all I could do to hold on. I was able to keep squeezing my dick without being seen as I faced the back of the person ahead but I just couldn't stand still, and the person behind (and below) me could hardly have missed noticing the tell tale movements of my legs.
Then we were finally at the end, but the worst was yet to come. The guide had been the last to leave the final cave, I suppose to make sure everyone was ahead, but then we had to wait standing in line behind the locked gate in the narrow passageway for the guide to get past us all so he could unlock the gate to let us out. This was a delay I hadn't expected and I was suddenly absolutely desperate, holding myself constantly, bending my legs and stepping from one foot to the other as I struggled to hold on for just a few more seconds...just a few more seconds... I was trying to minimise my movements so as not to look TOO obvious, but it would've been hard not to notice for anyone behind. Needless to say I kept my face to the front! Then I spurted again, even while I was holding myself. A couple more spurts escaped and in moments my dick was full of wee, held in by the squeezing of my fingers. For some reason its even harder to maintain control like that, and a moment later my control just gave way completely so that my whole bladder full was being held back only by the pressure of my fingers squeezing my dick shut. Oh shit, shit, shit! Now what was I going to do??? I could hardly walk out in broad daylight like that! And it burned! I tried with all my might to squeeze my sphincter shut tightly enough that I felt I had control again and could let go of my dick, but I could feel it just wasn't being effective enough. The only possibility was to tighten up enough at the same time I let go with my fingers. And that would mean a huge gush escaping as I let go, so I decided the best time to do it would be once I was walking. Also that way I'd be quickly able to escape, because I knew whoever was behind would have to be blind not to notice the sudden rush of piss onto the ground.
So that's what I did. Once the line was moving properly and I was sure I wouldn't have to stop again, but before we got out into the open, I let go of my dick and simultaneously made a massive effort to cut off the flow. Of course a huge gush of pee squirted into my shorts and down my legs, but it worked. Walking quickly with my hands held "casually" in front of me in an effort to hide the big wet patch I knew was there (but hadn't yet been game to look at so as not to draw attention) I headed away from the others in the group as fast as possible, even bypassing some nearby toilets in case I met any of them in there. I kept heading towards the carpark, intending to just get in my car and go so that I wouldn't meet up with anyone who might recognise me from the tour, but I was still busting badly and when I came near to some toilets just before the carpark the desperation mounted again. I HAD to go. I barely made it to the urinal, in fact I think I probably started weeing before I could manage to grab my dick and pull it out through the leg of my shorts, then I must've peed for over half a minute, which is a lot for me as I pee quite fast, and as I've since realised, don't have an especially large bladder. (About 800ml max)
Since that day I've had quite a few more "busting outings" but I'm a bit more careful not to let myself get in such an embarrassing situation. If anyone wants to chat please email me at danielc75@gmail.com
Have fun!