Didn’t think you would make it?

[Bladderlad 823]

Hi Everyone

tell us about the piss that was so desperate, you really didn’t think that you would make it??

presumably a situation where you couldn't pee, and somehow you held on until you found somewhere where you could relieve yourself? 😀

 

Edited January 30, 2022 by Bladderlad

[Bacardi 10,131]

Having fun with another member who made me hold for so long I couldn't even stand up straight. When he finally let me pee I didn't even think I would make it the two steps to the toilet because it took EVERYTHING to hold onto all that pee 😫😫 eventually I made it to the toilet, got my pants down, and peed so much. 40+ seconds if im remembering correctly! I was so exhausted after that too.

 

[Guest ShyPeeMan]

I was so desperate once that I didn't make it, and it wasn't done on purpose

[Bladderlad 823]

32 minutes ago, ShyPeeMan said:

I was so desperate once that I didn't make it, and it wasn't done on purpose

What was the situation?? 

[gldenwetgoose 21,486]

I can think of two very similar situations, and both are ones where a little bit of anxiety plays a big role in the urgency involved.

Both involve driving, both involve towing our caravan and both involve my wife sitting alongside me in the passenger seat (I can get away with joking that all three factors can cause anxiety).  The caravan isn't massive, but it is an extra 6.5m / 22ft and 1300kg hitched onto the back of the car.  Driving with it does require some concentration, passing vehicles, taking a different line at roundabouts and junctions, that sort of thing.

Both times have been on the journey to a site.  Once across to the other side of the country and the other closer to home.  In both cases my wife will usually 'snack up' for the journey with a couple of 500ml bottles of diet coke for us to share, maybe some cookies or similar.  Now she can, and has, drunk a large coffee and a litre of cold drink before now and gone a whole day out without peeing or even seeming uncomfortable.  But I know if I drink coffee or drinks with certain sweeteners in, then I have exactly an hour before I go from OK to the point of wetting in about 10 minutes.

On the first occasion we'd driven the width of the country, almost to reaching the sea, giving Sophie a metaphorical wave as we passed her part of the world. Then we'd turned a little northwards towards the coast. Driving down the country A-roads my satnav was giving me a countdown of distance and time, and as I felt my need to pee building I could see the clock ticking down. That didn't help.  I was pretty rapidly getting to the point of foot tapping, sitting bolt upright and clenching pelvic muscles.   As it does, the need to pee was coming in waves with each more intense and closer to leaking than the last.  Also I knew that the satnav countdown wasn't the whole story.

"Babe, I'm just going to pull over for a sec" I said, with literally half a mile to go.

"Why - what's up?"  she replied, thinking maybe there was a problem with the car or van.  I explained I really needed to pee, although not quite admitting I was in danger of wetting myself.

"Can you not wait, we'll be there in literally a minute"

Now the thing was, I knew that we'd reach the gates of the site - but then there'd bee the need to stand patiently in reception whilst they took our payment and explained the site.  Then the 5mph drive around the site, reversing the caravan onto a pitch.  Then unhitching, putting the legs down and a dozen other steps that are all part of being sited.  I knew getting out of the car may temporarily distract from my need, but the thought of standing at the reception desk I knew would be too much.  My mind was full of memories of a business trip and arriving at night at a business hotel, wetting my boxers and black suit whilst checking in.  The idea of that and the fact I was wearing blue jeans was raising the anxiety levels far too high.

So as it was, with the car engine still running I walked carefully but swiftly to the rear of the caravan, unlocked and stepped inside.  Sometimes the combined effects of the caffeine / sweetened drink and anxious desperation can mean a super urgent pee that's actually quite small in volume, This time though there was no disappointment and the relief was amazing as I used the caravan's chemical toilet. The length of time I flowed for and the strength of the stream confirmed that I did need to go really and as they say - better out than in.

 

The other occasion I mentioned was similar - a Friday night trip to a more local site.  Although only an hour from home, whatever I'd drunk before hitching up the van and getting ready to set off had filtered through. The last leg of the motorway had roadworks on it, so restricted to two busy lanes and slow - and the anxiety was kicking in again of where to pee.  As it was this time, the exit before ours was signposted as having a service area so I swung off at that exit and around a couple of roundabouts before reaching the caravan parking area.  I think that time I did use the services toilets - and having explained my logic that it would take 20 minutes to get checked in and sited on the previous occasion, my wife accepted the logic.  She didn't need to pee of course, but I was able to finish the journey much relieved... 

 

 

[Guest ShyPeeMan]

3 hours ago, Bladderlad said:

What was the situation?? 

It was this incident that sparked the little fire of pee.

I was driving down the M1 and I had just past Woodall services when my bladder went "mate, think you should have stopped" Oh well bi thought, I can make it to the next 1. Well, I don't have great bladder control so it turned into a mission to get there. The further I went, the more I needed to go. Not being 1 for breaking the law, I decided I wouldn't stop on the hard shoulder as I thought I could make it.

The pressure was getting worse and my dance was getting better. I was that desperate my pee dance would have made Kevin Bacon's Footloose look like Dad dancing. Think the dance turned into a rain dance as I could barely hold on by the time I got to the next services as that's when my bladder let go. I had only just got onto the entrance slip road when I started to piss myself, I pulled into the first parking spot and just let it all go as there was no point trying to get to the toilets now. I was so embarrassed and yet so satisfied at the same time. I couldn't believe now nice it felt to let myself go and the feeling of warm wet pee all over my thigh was great. Didn't do it again for many years but looking back, it definitely was as 1 of the things that got me into peeing. Really enjoying that wet feeling now

[Bladderlad 823]

1 hour ago, gldenwetgoose said:

I can think of two very similar situations, and both are ones where a little bit of anxiety plays a big role in the urgency involved.

Both involve driving, both involve towing our caravan and both involve my wife sitting alongside me in the passenger seat (I can get away with joking that all three factors can cause anxiety).  The caravan isn't massive, but it is an extra 6.5m / 22ft and 1300kg hitched onto the back of the car.  Driving with it does require some concentration, passing vehicles, taking a different line at roundabouts and junctions, that sort of thing.

Both times have been on the journey to a site.  Once across to the other side of the country and the other closer to home.  In both cases my wife will usually 'snack up' for the journey with a couple of 500ml bottles of diet coke for us to share, maybe some cookies or similar.  Now she can, and has, drunk a large coffee and a litre of cold drink before now and gone a whole day out without peeing or even seeming uncomfortable.  But I know if I drink coffee or drinks with certain sweeteners in, then I have exactly an hour before I go from OK to the point of wetting in about 10 minutes.

On the first occasion we'd driven the width of the country, almost to reaching the sea, giving Sophie a metaphorical wave as we passed her part of the world. Then we'd turned a little northwards towards the coast. Driving down the country A-roads my satnav was giving me a countdown of distance and time, and as I felt my need to pee building I could see the clock ticking down. That didn't help.  I was pretty rapidly getting to the point of foot tapping, sitting bolt upright and clenching pelvic muscles.   As it does, the need to pee was coming in waves with each more intense and closer to leaking than the last.  Also I knew that the satnav countdown wasn't the whole story.

"Babe, I'm just going to pull over for a sec" I said, with literally half a mile to go.

"Why - what's up?"  she replied, thinking maybe there was a problem with the car or van.  I explained I really needed to pee, although not quite admitting I was in danger of wetting myself.

"Can you not wait, we'll be there in literally a minute"

Now the thing was, I knew that we'd reach the gates of the site - but then there'd bee the need to stand patiently in reception whilst they took our payment and explained the site.  Then the 5mph drive around the site, reversing the caravan onto a pitch.  Then unhitching, putting the legs down and a dozen other steps that are all part of being sited.  I knew getting out of the car may temporarily distract from my need, but the thought of standing at the reception desk I knew would be too much.  My mind was full of memories of a business trip and arriving at night at a business hotel, wetting my boxers and black suit whilst checking in.  The idea of that and the fact I was wearing blue jeans was raising the anxiety levels far too high.

So as it was, with the car engine still running I walked carefully but swiftly to the rear of the caravan, unlocked and stepped inside.  Sometimes the combined effects of the caffeine / sweetened drink and anxious desperation can mean a super urgent pee that's actually quite small in volume, This time though there was no disappointment and the relief was amazing as I used the caravan's chemical toilet. The length of time I flowed for and the strength of the stream confirmed that I did need to go really and as they say - better out than in.

 

The other occasion I mentioned was similar - a Friday night trip to a more local site.  Although only an hour from home, whatever I'd drunk before hitching up the van and getting ready to set off had filtered through. The last leg of the motorway had roadworks on it, so restricted to two busy lanes and slow - and the anxiety was kicking in again of where to pee.  As it was this time, the exit before ours was signposted as having a service area so I swung off at that exit and around a couple of roundabouts before reaching the caravan parking area.  I think that time I did use the services toilets - and having explained my logic that it would take 20 minutes to get checked in and sited on the previous occasion, my wife accepted the logic.  She didn't need to pee of course, but I was able to finish the journey much relieved... 

 

 

Great account- think most of mine have been driving related as Well 😂

[Bladderlad 823]

55 minutes ago, ShyPeeMan said:

It was this incident that sparked the little fire of pee.

I was driving down the M1 and I had just past Woodall services when my bladder went "mate, think you should have stopped" Oh well bi thought, I can make it to the next 1. Well, I don't have great bladder control so it turned into a mission to get there. The further I went, the more I needed to go. Not being 1 for breaking the law, I decided I wouldn't stop on the hard shoulder as I thought I could make it.

The pressure was getting worse and my dance was getting better. I was that desperate my pee dance would have made Kevin Bacon's Footloose look like Dad dancing. Think the dance turned into a rain dance as I could barely hold on by the time I got to the next services as that's when my bladder let go. I had only just got onto the entrance slip road when I started to piss myself, I pulled into the first parking spot and just let it all go as there was no point trying to get to the toilets now. I was so embarrassed and yet so satisfied at the same time. I couldn't believe now nice it felt to let myself go and the feeling of warm wet pee all over my thigh was great. Didn't do it again for many years but looking back, it definitely was as 1 of the things that got me into peeing. Really enjoying that wet feeling now

I have been in that situation so many times!! Luckily I have really good bladder control lol, but I guess one day I will come unstuck?? 

[Alfresco 11,629]

I had a driving one just recently that was in some ways very similar to that of @gldenwetgoose above, although it didn't involve a caravan.   To be honest, I should have known better than to have got into that situation in the first place, but.....

So, Mrs A and I had an afternoon tea in a posh hotel - something that was purchased as a gift for us.   Not a problem in itself.    I also had two pots of tea.   Maybe that is my Northern background coming out, but to me, if I have paid (or even someone else has paid for me) to have something with free refills, then I'm going to have free refills.   I don't mean those little pots of tea for one that are less than a standard mug, I mean two decent size pots.  And worse than that, I'd had a pint of tea at home not long before going out.  So, you can guess that I've got a decent amount of fluid in my system.

About half way through the afternoon tea, the pint from home was making itself known, but I didn't want to interrupt our afternoon tea, so I held on until we'd eaten all the sandwiches, scones and cakes and was about half way through the second pot of tea.   Then I excused myself and went to the toilets in the hotel.   I peed for what seemed like ages and felt much better.  I returned and finished the second pot of tea.     By the time I'd finished that second pot, I really needed to pee again.   We were going on a 2 hour journey straight after the tea, and I kind of banked on my wife deciding to pee before leaving so that I could nip in and pee again to start the journey empty.   However on the way out, she made no mention and headed straight out towards the car.  Now, I should at this point have said that I was going to pee again, but I didn't because I thought she would rib me for having only just been to the toilet and I also kind of had in my imagination that the pot of tea in her bladder must be making its way through, so she would need to stop somewhere.   So I didn't say anything.  I hadn't reckoned on the fact that I'd had about three times the volume that she had drunk.

Once we got on the motorway, I knew I'd made a mistake.   However, I kept going.   After about an hour we were off the motorway and on an A road.  I was really struggling.  I was thinking that Mrs A must also need to pee and I was imagining how good it would be for her to say she needed to pee and me saying that there were no services, but I would happily keep watch if she needed to use a layby.   Alas, that was not to be.    She had been asleep for a while and woke up just over an hour and a half into the journey.   About 20 minutes to go.   But I was bursting at the seams.   When Mrs A woke up, she asked if I was OK.   I said I was, apart from being bursting for a pee.   We then had a conversation about the volume I had consumed and she did the obvious and told me I should have considered that as I knew we were going to be driving for two hours.  I asked if she needed to pee and she said "not that badly".   I said, it was seriously debating stopping in a layby.   She saw one coming up and said "Well you had better decide quickly because there is one coming up.   

I turned into the layby, which unfortunately had a row of cars and vans parked in it.   I was beyond caring, so I passed them all and pulled to the end of the layby.  Switched off the engine, went to the passenger side of the car and was basically stood right next to my wife when I pulled out my penis and let loose a flood.  It went on and on and on and on.  I thought it was never going to stop.  There were cars coming from the other direction and I'm sure they would be able to see me in their headlights, but I wasn't stopping for anything.

Eventually the stream dwindled, I finished up, got back in and rejoined the traffic.   Mrs A just laughed at my desperation saying she thought I was going to float the car.

 

[Guest ShyPeeMan]

There seems to be a car theme here, guess we should all go before we leave lol

[Vassal 1,471]

Back in 2020 I was on several large group bike rides in NYC. They weren't the best managed and bathroom breaks were rare if available at all and at the time park bathrooms were closed due to pandemic concerns. Led to a lot of sneaky and no do sneaky pees or 8+ hour holds. Which combined with the need for hydration I'm surprised I last that long. 

This particular ride was running later into the evening and I knew I wasn't going to make it. I had someone watch my bike as I was  squeezing my cock trying to find an open restaurant that would let me use the bathroom. I basically barged in holding my crotch while losing a few squirts into my pants and made a bee line to the bathroom. Thankfully my bike kit is black and I had pads on.

Ended up missing a lot of the toilet too because as soon as my dick hit open air my bladder let loose. I probably peed well over a minute.

That's probably the closest I've ever been to having an actual accident.

Edited January 31, 2022 by Vassal
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[arigalo 553]

I’ve had a few times where I almost didn’t make it.
The most recent was a couple weeks ago after catching a late flight back to my city. I had a hard time finding a cab, and was getting desperate outside of the airport. I couldn’t get back inside and there were too many people around and cameras in place, so I couldn’t exactly nip into the parking lot. I just held on as much as I could until I finally got a cab. It was about a 15 minute drive to my apartment, which at the time felt doable. But every inch closer felt like more pressure on my bladder! Something about the anticipation I think. 
it didn’t help that once we got to my apartment, I had to dig through my large bag to try to find my keys. At this point I was squeezing and dancing a bit in my porch. My keys had basically floated to the bottom of my bag. I let out one too many leaks for my liking and ended up running off to the side, pulling my pants down, and taking a much needed pee on the side of my house. 

i suppose that’s technically a story about not making it, but in this case, not setting myself in the cab or on my porch was a win for me! 😅

[Kupar 13,339]

8 minutes ago, arigalo said:

I’ve had a few times where I almost didn’t make it.
The most recent was a couple weeks ago after catching a late flight back to my city. I had a hard time finding a cab, and was getting desperate outside of the airport. I couldn’t get back inside and there were too many people around and cameras in place, so I couldn’t exactly nip into the parking lot. I just held on as much as I could until I finally got a cab. It was about a 15 minute drive to my apartment, which at the time felt doable. But every inch closer felt like more pressure on my bladder! Something about the anticipation I think. 
it didn’t help that once we got to my apartment, I had to dig through my large bag to try to find my keys. At this point I was squeezing and dancing a bit in my porch. My keys had basically floated to the bottom of my bag. I let out one too many leaks for my liking and ended up running off to the side, pulling my pants down, and taking a much needed pee on the side of my house. 

i suppose that’s technically a story about not making it, but in this case, not setting myself in the cab or on my porch was a win for me! 😅

I hope it was a lovely relief when you finally got the chance!

[Bladderlad 823]

Forgot to Mention one of mine.
Years ago I had been at a friends party, early evening on a Friday. This was in a town in Greater London, about a 40 Minute train journey from Victoria station. I had been drinking beers all evening. I had to leave about 9pm to go onto something else later that evening. It was a 20 minute walk to the station, and then I had to wait another 20 minutes for a train. No toilets open at the station- by the time the train arrived I was absolutely bursting! Having Already broken the seal earlier!!

To my horror there were also no open toilets on the train- how I held on for another 40 minutes I will never know? Things  had gone from painful to that numb bladder feeling- luckily the carriage was pretty empty, so I could undo my belt and jeans and have a quick hold every now and then!

finally the train was edging into the station- by this point I was stood at the doors- one leg tightly crossed across the other- frantically pressing the door open button to get off. Finally I was off and had to head right across the concourse to the toilets. 
The big disadvantage of being both tall and having a big bladder is that it’s really hard to run when really desperate- I had to walk really fast almost bent double

Finally at the toilets- had to pay 20p to get in- no change- got change from machine- now barely holding on at all.
finally I am heading down the stairs- undoing belt and jeans, hand in my boxers- I can honestly say that I was already pissing before I was even in front of the urinal!! Stood their for about 2.5 minutes-just as I thought I was finished a bit more would come out! One of my most relieving pisses ever!!! 😀

[pantux 38]

I have a couple of times being stuck in traffic for over an hour, at one point I had no choice and I just let it flow. At that time I did not know I had a pee fetish, so I was mad at myself I think now I would enjoy it much more.  I went golfing once and didn’t have time to pee before tee time. I figured I would just go in the bush but the more desperate I became the better my golf game became. I golfed an awesome game ran to the clubhouse and had one one of the most desperate pees I have ever had.  To this day I do not pee before I start golfing. Very rarely do I go whole round and not let it go. Don’t have the bladder I used to!

[weequeen 1,987]

Several times, I have adhd and sometimes when I’m occupied with something I “forget” about it until it’s I MUST PEE RIGHT NOW. Also probably because I’ve trained myself for desperation I am used to ignoring it sometimes.

one time was when talking to a member on here and we were doing a holding challenge, when I stood up the need to go was so intense I almost burst right then! but I held on and only a spurt leaked into my underwear and once I rushed to the toilet it was like a waterfall 

one memorable time when I was in a “more appropriate spot to release” was when I locked my keys into the car at a gas station. I already had to go and had planned to hold it until I got home but then I had to wait for the locksmith forever. I could have gone to the bathroom at the gas station (probably would have just pissed on the floor in there, from prior knowledge it is never cleaned and I would not go near that toilet 🥴) but the service person would be there any moment, and I didn’t want to wet my pants (another option I would have done) but I was already feeling like a moron for locking my keys in the car. By the time he arrived I was having to keep myself from obviously squirming and holding myself, and I was dripping into my underwear. He quickly got my car unlocked and went on his way, I got into the privacy of my car and freely pissed in my seat. One of the best relieves ever. Went on for a minute or more, and it flooded the seat and flowed onto the floorboard. When I was done, I drove home soaking wet. Once I was there I had to empty my bladder a bit more and peed into the seat again. Out of true desperation but it was my best option and also I used to pee in that car all the time