Posted by wetfan on December 30, 1998 at 17:59
Hello again, this is my second attempt at a story involving good old Paul (from "Paul's accident" in the last archive). For those who are new, this is a male desperation story for the ladies (just to give you men fair warning) and in fact is written for Naomi. Enjoy
It was New Years Eve and Paul waited patiently outside The Palace nightclub for his date to meet him. The Palace was having it's 10th annual Masquerade Ball and Paul dressed for the part. Wearing a black trendy jacket and pants set, under which he had a white "puffy shirt" (like they wore in the Victorian times). He had a red rose on his label, a mask to "hide" his identity, and a flowing cape. To top the whole outfit off he had a matching hat complete with feather. All that was left was for his date to arrive and they could join the other costumed guests for a hell of a good party. Unfortunately he had been waiting for close to an hour and it now seemed as though he had been stood up. Sadly Paul considered going back home but thought, "fuck it, I'm dressed up, have spend the money on this costume and tickets I may as well enjoy myself", and so entered the nightclub.
Inside was a sight to behold as hundreds of fancy dressed people danced and drank and generally made fools of themselves. Walking to the bar Paul felt it was about time he joined them.
"I'll have a Big Rock "Warthog" please" he said and before he had a chance to pay for his beer and second voice chimed in and said "Make that two", and a lovely gloved hand attached to an even lovelier women placed money down for both drinks.
"You can get the second round," she said as she smiled at him then taking his hand lead him to a booth in the corner yet close to the dance floor. She had on a long red dress with matching elbow length gloves. The long slit up her dress reveled a pair of fantastic legs that seemed to go up for miles. Her hair was done up with flowers and glitter and her green eyes paled only in comparison to her smile.
"My name is Melissa", extending her hand to shake, "yours?"
"Oh I'm Paul" was about all he could give, as he was still in shock over what just happened.
Over the course to the next hour and a half Paul loosed up and the two of them talked and laughed and drank many more beers and shots. Suddenly Melissa got up quickly and said, "if I don't find the restroom soon I'll wet myself", and then quickly ran off and was lost in the crowd. Bringing up the subject had made Paul aware of his own need and he thought he too should get up to relive himself or he might have another accident like he did on the bus. But he didn't want to leave the table as Melissa might think he wasn't interested, which of course was far from the truth. 15 minutes passed and he wondered if Miss-uh (the little nickname he had given her in the short time they were friends... do remember he had been drinking) was ever going to come back.
"Oooooooo come on dear, I really have to go pee!", he said to himself, "I shouldn't have had all that beer, it always goes right through me."
Finally she returned looking a quite relived, "Fuck the line went on for miles," she told him, " I didn't think I was going to make it in time."
"Well now it's my turn Miss-uh, please show me the way to the washroom....I feel like I'm going to burst!"
"Really?", she replied grinning, "well we wouldn't want that to happen would we." and grabbing his hand she lead him into the crowd. "I'm not sure where exactly there are but I think they're this way."
"Aren't they that way?", Paul said, pointing in the other direction.
"No, I'm sure they are this way." she replied gripping his hand tighter
"Well lets find them quickly before I start to dripple in my boxers"
Melissa lead him upstairs and then back downstairs and what seemed to be in circles the whole time asking how he was doing and grinning widely when Paul said he was getting closer to the point of no return. If he didn't mistrust his senses so(being that he was quite drunk) he would have thought she was purposely trying to lead him away from his desperate need. "But why would she want me to wet myself?" he thought
"Damn it how hard can it be to find the restroom around here", Paul said, giving away to much panic in his voice.
"Here we are dear," She said, pointing to a LARGE line up.
"What the hell?!?", Paul almost screamed, "How can the line be so long?"
"The other set of washrooms are closed mate, some kind of overflow or something. Seems I've been waiting here forever." Said the gentleman standing in front of him.
"Shit, what am I going to do?", he said to himself, "the last time I needed to pee so bad was back on that damn bus. Ooooooooooooo I'm going to burst if I don't pee right away!"
Waiting just ten minutes was absolutely unbearable. The line moved very slowly yet his need grew rather quickly. The whole time Paul was dancing around, wishing to God he could pee or at least hold himself, Melissa smiled and him and kept asking how bad it was or reminding him how bad she got and how good it felt to sit on that toilet and let it all run out.
"I'm sure she's enjoying this", Paul thought but before he could bring it up Melissa quickly grabbed his arm and said "I LOVE this song, come on lets dance, besides it's 5 minutes before midnight and I don't want to kiss you in the mens room line."
"But I REALLY have to pee..........I don't even know if I can hold it in until I reach the washroom, let alone dance! Please I feel like I'm going to pee down my leg right here!"
"Come on, it's just a slow dance and afterwards I promise we'll leave and find you an alley or something.........come on....please?????????"
She pulled him along and out of the line where a very desperate looking young man quickly moved up and took Paul's place. "Oh well I've lost my spot now, I might as well. Besides I probably wouldn't have been able to keep it in that long.", he thought to himself, " I'll soon outside and I don't want to screw up this with Miss-uh."
Melissa pushed her way through the crowd looking for a good spot to dance, she felt Paul slow then stop. "Ooooooooooooooo I've just done a little in my pants" he said, now not caring if anyone saw him hold himself. "I don't think I can hold it! I'm going to wet my pants!"
"Sure you can," she said," and she put her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek, "a little warm up before your midnight one." she said licking her lips.
Paul put one arm around her but had to keep the other tightly in his crotch, dancing was difficult and all that was on Paul's mind was not dripping any more into his now damp boxers. "I have to hold on, I have to hold on, I got to hold it...oooooooooooo I can't, I just don't see how", was all that was going through poor Paul's mind.
The D.J. come on over the speakers and announced that the new year would begin in 10 seconds.
"Just a little longer, must hold it a little longer.", the dancing had stopped and Paul now had both hands deep in his crotch.
"10!" the crowd roared together.
"Ooooooooooooooooo I can't hold it, I have to pee sooooooooo bad!" Paul moaned to himself.
"9!"
"Please I have to pee...let me hold on. Oooooooooooo I can't make it!"
"8!"
"Damn I must pee, I'm going to wet myself. Oooooo ooooooo...."
"7!"
"Oh no! I'm leaking. I have to get out of here, I just let a squirt into my boxers!"
"6!"
Paul turned to leave, now only caring about one thing...relief, but Melissa grabbed hold tight and told him to wait a little longer.
"5!"
"I can't! I've just wet a little, I won't be able to hold it much longer. Ooooooooooo I need to go, I CAN'T hold on much longer!"
"4!"
A small dark patch was now visible on his pants. "See I'm serious, please I have to wee, I'm going to wet down my legs!"
"3!"
Again Paul squirted and he felt a small warm drip run down to his knee. Looking down he could see no more damage done but knew that wouldn't last for long
"2!"
"Ooooooooo it's going to come out, there is no way I can hold it! What can I do? Oooooooo I'm going to wet myself again!"
"1!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it's to much I can feel another squirt. Oooooooo my boxers feel so wet. Ohhhhhhh I can't hold it another minute! I'm going to pee my pants!"
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Melissa leaned over, pulled Paul close and kissed him. "Noooooo I have to pe-" But it was too late, just as her lips touched his he felt the squirts turn into a steady stream. Even above the cheering he was sure he could here the hissing as his crouch glisten and exploded with urine. Stepping away from the kiss Melissa stood and watched, grinning and touching herself. Down both legs it poured fast and crept up his ass. It felt so good he just closed his eyes and let it happen. Over his shoes onto the floor it was so hot and just kept coming............he sighed hard as though having a climax.
Then he felt her hand in his crotch and he looked at her wide eyed as the last of his pee flowed through his fingers.....he felt himself get hard. Melissa trembled, held on to Paul to regain her balance and looking into his eyes said, "Thank you for making last years resolution come true." Then with a quick kiss she was gone, leaving poor Paul standing in a huge puddle, embarrassed to tears and with a hard on."
The End
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Thank you all, and as always take care.
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