Male - Extremely Desperate Walk!

[jmatthews1995 3,648]

So today has been a really fun day. I decided that the weather was nice enough to go out for a walk. Some of the routes that I follow can get pretty muddy, specially in the forest. So I put on a pair of walking trousers, a pair of thick socks, and some walking boots.

Before leaving, I drank plenty, you have to stay hydrated when walking of course. I also took a back pack and put a 2l bottle of water in it, and some food.

I waited until after lunch, until my bladder was already showing hints of desperation, then head out and began walking one of my favourite routes. The route is about 5 miles and included about 0.5 miles of town road, 3 miles in a forest and then 1 mile of country lane before returning back to the town for the last 0.5 miles. I was planning to stop half way and have a snack and plenty to drink if my bladder wasn't filling as fast as I'd like.

I left the house and began the walk. Even just leaving the front door I already could feel my bladder tingling slightly in my lower tummy. It was exciting to think that I'd be trying to make it hold at least an hour and a half from this point!

The first 0.5 miles was fine. I could feel the bulge in my tummy, but I wasn't worried at all. As soon as I was in the forest trail I could squirm a bit if needed and act visually desperate if I wanted to.

I reached the forest, and just continued. Another mile or so passed, but by then my bladder was starting to get really rather full. I ignored it as best as I could, grabbed my bottle and drank probably another 0.5 of a liter! My bladder was in for some serious torture.

Another mile passed, but by now I was struggling. The wave of desperation had come on seriously fast and my bladder was really starting to spasm. I was only half way through the walk and I was getting more and more desperate! I walked slowly for another 15 minutes or so, then found somewhere to stop. It was a lovely view so I sat on a fence and began eating the snacks I had bought, followed by another good few gulps of water. My bladder protested and I felt a huge wave of desperation start to take over me.

After chilling out for about 15 minutes I was totally bursting and still had about 2 miles left to walk. I set off, my bladder really beginning to beg for relief. It wasn't going to get any today! Definitely not in public! I hurried along, knowing I had at least 35 minutes walking left, with the last 10 or so in clear view of the houses in the town.

Luckily the lane was quiet. I hurried along, grabbing occasionally at my private parts, hoping to help reassure my self that I could hold!

As soon as I was back into the town though, that's where the desperation really really hit me. The waves of desperation became so difficult to hold back. I was genuinely worried I was going to wet myself walking through the town! I hurried along knowing I only had about 10/15 minutes of walk left. Begging my bladder to keep control! Each step became difficult. I was genuinely having to try with all my strength to not wet myself at this point.

I hurried into my road where I live, ran up the drive, pee already starting to escape and soaking my boxer briefs. It felt both scary and exciting as the warmth spread quickly in my tight boxers and began to spread down the inside of my thighs a little. There wasn't much I could do to control the flow! I fumbled with the door keys slowly feeling the warmth spread around my privates and down my thighs slightly.

I swung the door open, grabbed my wet crotch as hard as I physically could and ran to the bathroom. I could feel the wetness of my crotch in my hand and the leaks just wouldn't stop!

Finally I made it into the bathroom. I dived into the bath, pulled my walking trousers down as fast as I could, squat down and gave into the pressure. The pee poured through the tight crotch of my boxer briefs and down into the bath. It was warm, clear, and had very little scent due to how much I had drank!

After nearly a minute, the flow finally subsided and the last few drops trickled from my boxers into the bath. I stood up, unlaced my boots (Which I'd luckily managed to keep dry on the inside!) and then pulled them off. I pulled down my walking trousers, then stood in just my t-shirt and boxer briefs in the bath. I reached out and grabbed a towel, and dried my legs and feet as much as I could. I pulled the waistband of my boxers away from my waist and inspected my glistening penis. It was a naughty thrill and I felt it tingle with excitement.

I snapped the waistband back, then hopped out the bath, hurried into my bedroom and grabbed a pair of comfy joggers (as usual). I then settled at my desk on a towel enjoying the wet patch on my boxer briefs. I've not bothered cleaning up yet and they've dried totally. (4 or so hours from the wetting).

Joe 😁

[Spectator9 304]

This kind of holding experience excites me.  I've done it a few times in the past, perhaps not walking quite as far or drinking quite as much, but it provides a clear, real-life goal.  You really have to hold it until you get home!  You had the popular doorstep desperation, with wet pants before you got to the toilet.  (I've done that, too.)  I appreciate that your account doesn't exaggerate as some do.