Corona Isolation - The Perfect Opportunity

[gldenwetgoose 20,278]

Those of you in the UK will know we’re under strict Coronavirus protection measures at the moment...  stay at home, no social gatherings, only essential workers to travel, that sort of thing. 

There is one exception - one exercise activity per day, in isolation from others. 

This morning I was having a chat with a member here very much on my wavelength, on the joys of being able to pee outdoors during exercise. I’ve been feeling a bit horny ever since and decided to take my exercise on two wheels this afternoon. 

I’m very fortunate to live in a rural area and apart from a few other cyclists the roads were deserted.

Before I’d left the house I’d had a pint of juice and took another bottle of the bike with me. It’s been quite a warm day and there were two hills I wanted to tackle. The first I know I can climb fairly easily but the second is a tough one, and yes I did walk up half the steepest bit. 

Somehow when I’m riding I never feel as much of a need to pee, but walking up the steepest bit gasping for breath I realised how full me bladder felt.

At the top of the hill I stopped to take a couple of photos and as soon as I did the urge to pee hit me - you know like when you’re putting fuel in the car, you go from comfortable to near wetting in a second!

So photos over I carried on, just over the crest was a long straight section of road with open fields either side, no houses or farms in sight - no one.

The elastic waistband on my shorts stretches just enough to pull my dick out - I didn’t bother getting off the bike or even moving out of the road. The cool breeze felt amazing as the first few drips darkened the tarmac. Then as I pushed harder a flow arced forwards, splattering as the breeze caught it and then forming a small foamy river down the gradient - a light golden stream chasing the golden afternoon sunshine. 

As puddles go it maybe wasn’t the biggest lake, but it felt amazing - partly to have a relaxed bladder but also as much amazing to be doing that in the road away from every other living soul. I found myself getting hard at the thought of what I’d just done - and thinking about this morning’s conversation, wondering if somewhere else there’s a similar puddle with a damp tissue in the middle of it...

[speedy3471 10,627]

Lovely view and looks like a lovely day. Glad you had a little fun on your exercise routine hahaha

[gldenwetgoose 20,278]

So there's a bit of a sequel from two days later....    but nobody's interested in that right?

[gldenwetgoose 20,278]

Ok, so one flicker of interest at least 😉

So to recap, I'd been out earlier in the week for my bike ride - it was about when two years ago I started riding to try and get fit, and a mate had suggested riding up the same hill each time I went out - a nearby long straight gradient.  Initially it seemed impossible but now I find it quite manageable.  So earlier this week I turned my attention to a new challenge - a short but stupidly steep climb up the side of a hill (20% gradient at one point) followed by a long straight road along the ridge.  At the start of this week I'd run out of steam half way up and walked the steepest bit.

Wednesday afternoon I went back for a second try, riding straight there. I'd had a coffee before I left the house and took a full 700/800ml bottle of juice.  I took a more direct route to the foot of the hill, some six or eight miles, swigging the juice as I went.  This time I got two thirds of the way up the steep bit.

I got to the top, carried on cycling half a mile along the ridge to the point where I'd pee'd previously - and couldn't feel anything in my bladder, didn't feel like there was anything in there. Besides it was cooler and a bit breezy, so I carried on. A quick photo of the bike with empty bottle and cycled the rest of the way home.

Finally as I was getting near home I started to feel a bit of any fullness in my bladder. I don't know if it's just me, but I don't tend to feel much 'down there' when in the saddle, it usually hits when I stop. Thursday was no exception, literally as I unclipped on my driveway I got the 'oh there it is feeling'.  That and the psychological 'you're home now' effect.

I wheeled my back round through the back gate and in through the side door to the garage. As I hung it in its rack I wasn't concentrating too much on my bladder until I felt the first single squirt of my pee make it's way into my penis.

Now a few points to clarify here....  apparently when you're exerting yourself (eg cycling) your body pumps blood to your active muscles and away from less important (at that moment) organs.  That's my excuse anyway, that and the pressure of bib shorts. I've never been the hugest of men and in the cold too - shrinkage and wrinkling is a thing.  So in practice those first few drips didn't have the pressure to push past my foreskin.

I allowed a second little squirt, this time feeling the liquid leak and warm a very small spot in the shorts padding.

Outside the garage is a hidden spot between garage wall, back of the house and kitchen extension.  In that hidden spot I reached inside my shorts, straightening out and directing upwards my dishevelled manhood. As I did so that opened the path for another trickle of pee to leak out onto my hand and the foam pad, very comforting and warm.

Part of me was tempted to wait until I got in the shower, but after all I had intended to pee 'outdoors'. So with that in mind I stood on that spot, pushed slightly and enjoyed a trickle soaking into my shorts, warming my balls and then running past my knee.

At this point I decided it would be a good idea not to leave a puddle and footsteps outside the back door, and also I was wearing brand new, expensive cycling shoes.  So instead I moved onto the garden immediately behind the kitchen where there is a circle of gravel. I squatted knelt on one knee, keeping my shoes out of the way as best I could and facing the house with my head down, then pushed.

The trickles soon gave way to a full flow of very comforting hot pee. Some of it dripping randomly from my bum, but also streams across the upper inside of my thighs and then down to knees. I still wouldn't say it was my biggest bladder full, and not the most desperate ever - but still felt amazing.

By the time I'd finished I was hard, so I stripped off the wet shorts, socks and threw them in the washing machine, then took care of the hardness under a hot shower....