Coming home from work - Just Couldn't Hold It! (Male)

[jmatthews1995 3,648]

So, to give some background. I was working at another factory today. I was based about 20 miles from my normal work, and was finishing late.

I spent the day drinking how much I normally would. A couple of big coffees in the morning. 2 nice big bottles of water and a lemonade with lunch. This I would soon come to regret for the journey home. Usually I leave work about 4pm, however today I was working until 4:45pm. The journey was going to take around 30 minutes. So all in I was due to be home about an hour later than usual. (5:15pm).

As I was leaving I could feel my bladder was really quite desperate. It was 3 hours since I had peed previously and I had drank rather a lot in total. Ignoring my need to pee, I left work and jumped in the car. My thought was that I am normally quite good at forcing my poor bladder to wait for relief so I thought today would be no different. I also wanted to get home after a rough day, so I thought my bladder would just have to wait.

Around 15 minutes into the journey I was really feeling the pressure. The last bottle of water I had chugged (750ml) at around 3:15pm was filling my bladder fast! I could feel my lower tummy getting firmer as the desperation grew. Each set of traffic lights began to feel like torture, the journey was horrible with lots of stop / starts and messing around. I wasn't sure of the route and was relying entirely on the satnav to get me though an area I didn't know.

I could feel my pee muscles throbbing, every minute or so a wave of desperation would tingle through my lower abdomen, forcing me to focus my energy on clamping my pee muscles tight shut.

A car pulled out and I had to brake hard! I felt my bladder instantly spasm, and grabbed myself between my legs, more as a reassurence for my throbbing deseperate cock. It felt like agony.

Finally I arrived back home. I dived out of the car, leaving everything inside apart from my house keys. Luckily my house mate is spending a LOT of time with his new girlfriend these days, and the house was empty. The second the key was in the door I felt my bladder throb with desperation. I managed to get in through the door in time without any leaks. Then came the hard part. I didn't know if I was going to make it to the bathroom so I needed to minimize any soaking of clothes.

I fought to get my nice work shoes off (they were rather expensive ones) and managed to get them off just as I felt the first jet of warm pee spray out the tip of my penis. It was almost like my cock and bladder had used the shoes being off as an excuse to start giving up their hold.

I forced my cock to regain some control and then quickly removed my work trousers before they got wet. It was torture trying to pull them down without any my leaks escaping my very slightly wet penis.

The second they were off and out the way I lost all control. As with the whole "Latch Key" theory, my worn out bladder managed to hold off just long enough to keep my work clothes safe. As soon as they were off, the flood gates opened. I must have pissed full waterfall flow through my tight boxers for around 40 seconds. Pee just pouring through the fabric and forming a pool on the laminate flooring. The relief was heaven, as was the wonderful warmth soaking my naughty worn out little fella.

As soon as the flow had finished, I had to clean up the puddle. I grabbed a pair of my slippers from next to the door and slid them on so I didn't leave wet foot prints. Hurried into the kitchen and grabbed the mop and bucket and began cleaning up the huge puddle. It took a lot longer than I expected, but didn't bother me too much. Once it was mostly up, I had to empty the mop bucket and go over again with fresh water and then finally a towel to get the remaining wet up. The whole time, my pissy little cock being tightly hugged by my soaked boxers.

As soon as the floor was all cleaned up, I went upstairs into the bathroom, took my slippers and wet socks off and washed my feet. I then grabbed a towel, and took it to my bedroom, lay it on the leather spinning chair I have, put my warm jogger bottoms on and settled into my comfy seat still wearing my pissy boxers.

It's been an hour and a half since wetting, and I haven't bothered changing. I even cooked tea with damp boxers teasing my little pissy guy. It felt so naugty.

I can't be bothered to change and I'm sure they'll be dry soon enough!

[Kupar 13,339]

Wow! A great account. Sounds like the desperation on the journey was well worth it 🙂

[jmatthews1995 3,648]

9 hours ago, Kupar said:

Wow! A great account. Sounds like the desperation on the journey was well worth it 🙂

Yeah definitely! I love getting into desperate situations like that. I should, however, stop risking my car seats so often I think!

[Spectator9 304]

When someone is pretty good at making his bladder hold for a while, it's natural to take advantage of a situation to get in some practice.  This time you had consumed quite a lot, and the urgency escalated faster than you anticipated.  Even though on the verge of losing control, you tantalized yourself by removing your shoes and work pants before considering using the toilet, and that delay was too long!

I can picture you in your joggers and wet boxer briefs drinking some large mugs of tea, feeling the need to pee again.

In years past, I've arrived home needing an urgent pee and have convinced myself that I can wait.  Sometimes that was too optimistic.