Extreme Walk Desperation & Wetting!

[jmatthews1995 3,648]

Hi All.

Today I had some great fun after work. I had worked from home all day finishing at 4pm. My house mate has gone over to his girlfriends so I was free to have a bit of fun. I drank loads all through the day, peeing about 3 times during the day and then at around 2:30pm I began holding. No more peeing until the following had happened.

• A) Finished work at 4pm
• B) Been for a 3 mile walk around where I live.
• C) Picked up food on the way back.

The amount I was drinking meant my bladder filled fast from 2:30pm onwards. By 4pm I was already getting kinda full and I knew I'd be super desperate by the time I got back home, if not even before that!

I got changed into my walking trousers, a pair of comfy walking boots and a t-shirt. I took a waterproof jacket with me just in case as well.

As I left the house I knew I already had to go quite badly. The walk would be okay as it was through the local forest, but coming back into town and having to grab food to cook would be super risky.

As I predicted, most of the walk I was okay. By the last 15 minutes or so I was getting really rather desperate. I picked up the pace, my poor bladder aching with desperation. I arrived into town at the shop and went inside. Walking around the isles knowing people were everywhere was torture. I could feel my achine pee muscles protesting being made to hold, but I forced them to keep control. Each step was a shock to the bladder as I loaded up my basket with ingredients for tonights tea. (Spaghetti Bolognaise).

I glanced at the toilets sign in the shop, my pee muscles spasmed and I forced myself to regain composure and continue with the shop.

Standing in the queue was torture. I was at the self checkout, but there was no one manning it and it felt like it took forever for someone to come. I might have been visibly desperate at this point as I was shuffling around on the spot a bit and kept looking around waiting for the checkout staff to come over!

Finally they arrived, I rushed my food through, and packed it into a bag. I hurried out the shop almost running and head off down the road. I quickly got into the back streets and power walked as fast as I could, my pee muscles quivering with desperation.

I finally arrived at my doorstep about 10 torturous minutes later. I fumbled around for my keys, managed to get them into the door and barged inside. I quickly unlaced my boots and struggled to pull them off.

I could feel my pee muslces about to give out. My bladder tends to start loosing control as soon as I am back home. It's like latch key incontinence, but at the extreme end of the scale as I am usually torturing my poor bladder anyway!

I managed to get my boots off, but instead of rushing to the toilet I totally ignored my poor quivering cocks requests for relief. I walked into the kitchen, refusing to let myself act like I was struggling. I began unpacking the bag of shopping. As I was opening the fridge my muslces clenched, then spasmed badly. I grabbed at my crotch and refused to let my pee muscles leak. I began loading the veg into the fridge. Bending over to the veg draw was torture. It crushed my bladder, and this time no matter how much I tried my muscles refused to co-operate. A jet of warm pee sprayed into my boxers. I stood up straight and focussed my energy on holding. I felt the leak subside. The warmth teasing my quivering penis.

I continued unpacking and managed to sort out the food. I have no idea how I managed it. I then decided to torture myself a little more. I hobbled over to the sink, grabbed a fresh glass and filled it to the brim with water. I began drinking. Each gulp was yet another tease for my poor aching bladder. It was about half way through the glass when I felt yet another spasm, and yet more warmth around my cock. This time I couldn't clamp off the flow. No matter how much I demanded my pee muscles to tighten, nothing happened.

The warmth spread fast around my crotch, soaking my tight boxers and floodind down the inside of my legs. The relief was heaven and the flow felt endless. 40 seconds or so passed. I had created a huge puddle on the floor and my trousers were completely sopping wet!

I took off my trousers and socks, then drip dried my soaked boxers for a little while, savouring the wetness. I then quickly grabbed a mop and bucket to clean up the puddle. It took a while to actually clean it all up! By the time I was done my boxer briefs had cooled down. I pulled them away from my waist and looked down at my pissy private area. It felt so naughty!

Once I was happy with the cleanliness of the kitchen, I grabbed a towel from the utility room, thoroughly dried my legs and feet then hurried upstairs. I grabbed a pair of jogging bottoms, and a pair of socks. I pulled my jogging bottoms up over my still damp and cool boxer briefs, then pulled my socks on.

I then cooked tea with damp boxers on under my joggers, and sat and watched TV while eating. I can't be bothered to change yet, they're nearly dry anyway!

Edited June 1, 2022 by jmatthews1995

[LoveToHold 213]

Very hot.  Thank you for sharing.

Putting your shopping away was one thing but to pour another glass of water... wow, your poor bladder.

That feeling though when you completely lose control and there is absolutely nothing you can do to control it is just so good isn't it.  The way you describe it I almost feel like I'm standing in the room with you.  (Wish I was.)

It really sounds like you enjoyed yourself.  Very nice indeed.

[Kupar 13,340]

Wow! That was some desperation there! Glad you had a lovely long blissful wetting at the end of it! 

[Spectator9 304]

A great description!  I've put myself into situations where I have to pee really bad but avoid using the toilet.  I hold it in and keep clamping off the urges to pee until the muscle gets tired (or I get too full) and I can't clamp it off and start to spurt.