A few weeks ago I was in the car with my boyfriend and we were getting gas. I was still in the car while he was taking care of it, and then a car stopped at the pump next to ours. A guy got out, about my age. I could see immediately that he was desperate because, well, you couldn't not see it : while waiting for his tank to be filled he was simply not able to stand still : dancing, crossing his legs and bending through his knees ... He even had his hand between his legs at one point, probably to pinch himself shut. It was a fantastic show really
As we were done well before him, I don't know how the show ended.
It really seemed weird to me though. When I make those movements, as heavily as he did, I am literally moments away from wetting myself, so it made me wonder why he did not go and pee first. I think he was taking a huge risk by waiting so long when he was obviously on the verge of going right there in his pants ...
Aquarius wrote: ↑29 Jun 2017, 11:42
A few weeks ago I was in the car with my boyfriend and we were getting gas. I was still in the car while he was taking care of it, and then a car stopped at the pump next to ours. A guy got out, about my age. I could see immediately that he was desperate because, well, you couldn't not see it : while waiting for his tank to be filled he was simply not able to stand still : dancing, crossing his legs and bending through his knees ... He even had his hand between his legs at one point, probably to pinch himself shut. It was a fantastic show really
As we were done well before him, I don't know how the show ended.
It really seemed weird to me though. When I make those movements, as heavily as he did, I am literally moments away from wetting myself, so it made me wonder why he did not go and pee first. I think he was taking a huge risk by waiting so long when he was obviously on the verge of going right there in his pants ...
Quite possibly he didn't think he had to pee that urgently until he had started to pump gas, and then he couldn't leave the pump until he was done. Sometimes the urgency increases significantly once you get out of the car and are standing there. Perhaps he didn't know if there were rest rooms, or that he thought they might be really filthy. Maybe he's just stubborn, or that he's a "I'll hold it 'til I get home" guy.
In any case, I'd love to know the full story on him!
Then, standing outside as the chilled air slipped past you, cooling you colder than you'd like and you're aware of the aching pulsating ball of agony in your gut as you can feel the immense pressure trying to force it out, past all your tightly clenched muscles, where even the mild gyrations you know you are doing without thought are just prolonging the moment before you can go and releive yourself of those coffee's you had in the meeting before you left work. You knew you should have gone but you wanted to miss the traffic, and then of course, you were nearly home, home, to the sanctity of the porcelean sanctuary to release your mighty pressuried lance of pent up urine, for no doubt a long minute of draining before you were alerted to a gentle constant pinging from the car...
A quick search revealed the fuel light was on, and it was signalling it needed fluids as desperately as you needed to expell them. Then, now, on the pump, gasoline gushing into the tank with a noisy splattering, ontop of the liquid that was already there and you were thinking about that sanctity of releif as your waggling legs got more violent, the pressure more immense, the need, most precious need more and more urgent. Could you make it. Did this place even have a bathroom? It did look rather small. But it had woodland behind it and the decision was made if there was no bathroom. The woodland always needed support in growing...
Oooh the contractions, the ache, the discomfort, the coffee he now hated with a passion but so loved that his secretary made for him during the conference call to their euro partners... the calls that dragged on... and yet, more coffee on demand, a mere button away on his phone...
The warm feeling of liquid around his balls coupled with the clicking of the pump as the tank was full snapped him out of his thoughts and he knew a little had escaped already...
I guess "gas first" is normal. "Pee first" tells everyone else in the vicinity that you just can't wait, which is quite an embarrassing admission. But what a risk to take, indeed! If he'd started doing it in his pants while he was filling his car up, there would not have been much he could do about it, would there? You can't leave the hose in the fuel pipe while you bolt for the toilet, can you?
Reminds me of a time a few years ago me and a friend were driving a van from one end of the country to the other, fairly late at night.
We'd decided to stop about halfway and get some more fuel and some food at a service station and then carry straight on.
Somewhere near Birmingham we'd got stuck in some really bad traffic for well over an hour, we both needed a piss quite badly by this point so we decided to stop earlier for a slash (first) and get fuel at the same time.
At that point the traffic ground completely to a halt for half an hour, my mate in the passenger seat was clearly much worse off than I was, he was openly clutching himself. We were talking about how badly we both needed a piss, all plans for stopping when we needed fuel had gone straight out the window.
I suggested he jump into the back of the van for a leak and then we'd stop as soon as possible. He held on for a few more minutes, then gave up, he found an empty bottle but instead of following my suggestion and climbing into the back he just pulled his dick straight out on the passenger seat and proceeded to fill the bottle up right in front of me! I knew him really very well, but I was still slightly taken aback by the size of his cock!!
Anyway he filled the bottle up and we made it to the service station a few minutes later, there was no question of gas or pee first by that stage. We parked up in the lorry park and both pissed by the side of the van.
@Def123 Great account. I love the detail that he still tried to hold on for a few more minutes after you suggested how he should relieve himself, but then gave up! And I'd love to know what he'd have done if you didn't have an empty bottle in the van.
Even if you aren't pee-shy, peeing in a car sitting right next to an audience can be daunting, and a touch of anxiety can cause "shrinkage", which makes the problem worse. There's a certain amount of skill required to pee in a bottle while seated - you have to get the angle right, and the mouth of the bottle has to be large enough. I can well understand why someone would hold on until a flood was inevitable.
