Posted by MarinusHelveticus on October 07, 2001 at 00:41
In Reply to: MALE DESPERATION (ME) posted by CUWET on May 17, 2001 at 19:58
It was a crackpot idea to wear a burgundy coloured men's suit made from
denim for a ride in the dark yellow Swiss bus. I had been cultivating family connections, and the relative's rural vacation home was in the mountains more than two hours away from the big town where I live.
Only ten minutes after eight in the morning on Sunday, the first bus set out
from the central bus station; there wouldn't be another for hours. So that
I would not be late, I took this drafty bus to Schwefelbergbad, close to the
home of my hosts. I knew that after dozens of stops during the journey, I
would have an opportunity to go to the toilet at the 7-minutes -stop on
schedule at Riggisberg village, which I would need after having two nice cups of tea for breakfast. It was cold and windy, not unusual for the month of March, and after the village of Kehrsatz, the light fog was over and the Längenberg Mountain was under the mild sun. How lovely was the first green foliage between the dark masses of coniferous forest!
I felt suddenly that I had to pee, but not yet bad, and this feeling
diminished my feeling of comfort. But I thought I would be able to hold it for another 45 minutes until Riggisberg village. A male in my mid-thirties, I should be able to hold my pee this long without showing distress.
For the next 20 minutes I was relaxed and everything was under full control,
but after another 30 minutes the urge to pee was quite noticeable again.
Through the
pocket of my trousers I gave a stealthy pinch to my dick, which seemed half
erect and added to the pressure on my private parts. I tried not to fidget,
but the urge to pee did not diminish. I wondered how long the conductor would
dawdle at each stop before arriving at the village of Riggisberg. Every
pause seemed to me longer and longer. Sighting at last the first houses of
the village, the conductor slowed down and said over his microphone that we
would not have a break at Riggisberg and would go on immediately.
Suddenly I began to sweat. My heart pounded wildly and I felt I had to piss
very bad. I did remember a similar situation as kid - once I couldn't stop
the flow and peed my pants - and I thought: OK, now the pee makes your
bladder really hurt. Are you prepared to wet your pants? But everybody here
would see immediately what had happened. There would be a wide spot on your
crotch and signs of wetting down your red trouser legs. You have only an
umbrella with you to conceal your disgrace, and what will be the reaction of
your relatives about having an adult visitor who wets his pants? Or do you
pull out your dick in desperation and piss as hard as you can on the carpet
of this bus, or do you pee against the door? No one was sitting in the rear
seats, but I knew I was too shy to pee in public.
With great reluctance I went to the conductor, which I accomplished without
doing a squirt of pee in my pants - and whispered in his ear that I was
sorry, but I had to urinate badly and I needed the scheduled stop at Riggisbergs Postbus Office, where the Swiss post administration had a toilet. The well-muscled, bearded, young man (and I thought very well hung, too ) began to grin lightly and said he would turn back to the village. I had to grin and bear it and fidgeted, trying not to lose a trickle of pee. As the bus stopped, I headed out and ran to the toilet. I hoped the door would not be locked -
would I have pissed openly against the closed door? - but fortunately the
door was open. I ran in, nervously unbuttoned my trousers' fly, grabbed my
cock and let flow a powerful stream in the porcelain urinal. No one else was
there, so it was possible for me to relax, farting and moaning. I gushed so
strongly and for so long, I thought it was the first time since my youth I
had had to pee so badly. Fortunately, it had not resulted in an accident.
Email: vonegerdon@swissonline.ch