Desperate Car Journey
Posted: 02 Jul 2023, 17:59
Hi all, thought I'd tell you what happened last night.
A bit of background about myself: I 'enjoy' being put into desperate situations to the point of panicking. I've read with interest the many accounts on here of poor lads who've experienced desperation on the Underground, on coaches, on the way to Wembley etc. I wanted to put myself in a similar situation. Crazy, I know!!
Yesterday, following some planning, I met a guy and we hatched a plan. He drove me to a pub about an hour from home, I had three pints of lager and we agreed that he'd be really mean and refuse to pull over on the return journey.
To be honest, as soon as left the pub, my bladder was starting to feel the effects of the three pints but I was determined not to back out.
So we started the hour or so journey home and pretty soon, I was in serious need of a piss. However, with about 25 miles to go, driving through towns and villages, there were precious few options of places to stop for a discreet piss.
After about 15 minutes, I realised I was in serious trouble. My bladder was full and my legs were starting to shake. As I sat in the passenger seat, I noticed every jolt in the road.
I'm sure we all know the effects of lager: you're bursting to piss pretty soon after drinking it! I begged the guy to pull over, but no, he was having none of it.
"Another 45 minutes to go, just wait," was his response. "Serves you right for drinking so much."
"Please pull over, I'm absolutely busting for a piss," I begged. But no, he carried on driving.
After about another 15 minutes or so, I was really struggling. I had to unfasten the belt on my jeans, as I could feel it digging in. I reclined the seat slightly to relieve more pressure, which provided a small amount of temporary relief.
But the awful throbbing from my bladder soon came back and I reached the point of distress, not knowing what to do.
I frantically looked around but we were passing houses, streets etc and there was just nowhere to go and piss. He wasn't stopping anyway.
I did all I could to try and cope:
- I undid my jeans and slid them down to my knees, and grabbed my dick through my briefs to try and stop leakage
- My legs were shaking and my feet were held together
-My breathing became deep
All of these things didn't really help.
"Pllleaasse, pull over, " I moaned. "I'm about to piss my pants!"
"15 minutes to go," he said, dispassionately.
Well, those 15 minutes were awful. I was in agony. I didn't even notice where we were, I was so pre-occupied with trying not to wet myself. My baller was in agony, and my crotch was sweaty and clammy.
Eventually, we reached my drop off point, which was in a busy street. I somehow managed to get out of the car, and as I stood up, a wave of desperation hit me. As he pulled away, leaving me to walk home, I frantically looked around for somewhere to piss. My heart leapt for joy when I spotted a little alley way and I ran down, undoing my flies. My dick was pissing as I pulled it out, and there was a bit of dribble in my tight whites. But what a relief.
This is a true account. Would I do it again? You bet! Handing that control to another guy is so hot. Next time, I'd like to try something like the London Underground or a tram, etc.
A bit of background about myself: I 'enjoy' being put into desperate situations to the point of panicking. I've read with interest the many accounts on here of poor lads who've experienced desperation on the Underground, on coaches, on the way to Wembley etc. I wanted to put myself in a similar situation. Crazy, I know!!
Yesterday, following some planning, I met a guy and we hatched a plan. He drove me to a pub about an hour from home, I had three pints of lager and we agreed that he'd be really mean and refuse to pull over on the return journey.
To be honest, as soon as left the pub, my bladder was starting to feel the effects of the three pints but I was determined not to back out.
So we started the hour or so journey home and pretty soon, I was in serious need of a piss. However, with about 25 miles to go, driving through towns and villages, there were precious few options of places to stop for a discreet piss.
After about 15 minutes, I realised I was in serious trouble. My bladder was full and my legs were starting to shake. As I sat in the passenger seat, I noticed every jolt in the road.
I'm sure we all know the effects of lager: you're bursting to piss pretty soon after drinking it! I begged the guy to pull over, but no, he was having none of it.
"Another 45 minutes to go, just wait," was his response. "Serves you right for drinking so much."
"Please pull over, I'm absolutely busting for a piss," I begged. But no, he carried on driving.
After about another 15 minutes or so, I was really struggling. I had to unfasten the belt on my jeans, as I could feel it digging in. I reclined the seat slightly to relieve more pressure, which provided a small amount of temporary relief.
But the awful throbbing from my bladder soon came back and I reached the point of distress, not knowing what to do.
I frantically looked around but we were passing houses, streets etc and there was just nowhere to go and piss. He wasn't stopping anyway.
I did all I could to try and cope:
- I undid my jeans and slid them down to my knees, and grabbed my dick through my briefs to try and stop leakage
- My legs were shaking and my feet were held together
-My breathing became deep
All of these things didn't really help.
"Pllleaasse, pull over, " I moaned. "I'm about to piss my pants!"
"15 minutes to go," he said, dispassionately.
Well, those 15 minutes were awful. I was in agony. I didn't even notice where we were, I was so pre-occupied with trying not to wet myself. My baller was in agony, and my crotch was sweaty and clammy.
Eventually, we reached my drop off point, which was in a busy street. I somehow managed to get out of the car, and as I stood up, a wave of desperation hit me. As he pulled away, leaving me to walk home, I frantically looked around for somewhere to piss. My heart leapt for joy when I spotted a little alley way and I ran down, undoing my flies. My dick was pissing as I pulled it out, and there was a bit of dribble in my tight whites. But what a relief.
This is a true account. Would I do it again? You bet! Handing that control to another guy is so hot. Next time, I'd like to try something like the London Underground or a tram, etc.