Yesterday when I was living the job, I felt the
urge of peeing press on my bladder like a mild summer wind. I
didn't have the time to go to the bathroom at my work, and I
thought that it wasn't that bad either. The urge wasn't that
strong, so I decided to just hold on till I got home. I have a
quite long way home, I go buy subway, train and bus before I get
home. The whole journey takes about one and a half hour, so I
thought that I could control my bladder the whole way.
That showed to be much more difficult that I ever could have
imagined . . . ;)
When I ran to the subway ('cause I was late...) I didn't think of
my earlier thoughts of having to pee, but later when I stood in
the subway waiting for the late train, my mind drifted off. I was
standing behind a gorgeous looking female in her mid-twenties
with a business-looking outfit, you know, kind of strict and
attractive at the same time. I felt the bulge in my pants grow as
I imagined her legs wrapped around me and her pee poring down all
over my rock-solid dick.
The train arrived at the platform and I waited to see which wagon
she'd climb into. I followed her and thought that I might see
some panties if I sat down opposite of her, but the train was
crowded, so I had to stand the whole way to the end station. I
lost her in the crowd, but I comforted myself by fantasizing
about my girlfriend C and her tongue all over my steaming body.
Then I felt that the pressure in my bladder had expanded. I was
getting a little uncomfortable, but I remembered that on the
train that I had to change to, there was toilettes on board.
The train that was going to take me to my town, was slowing down
and stopped at the platform. There were a huge crowd trying to
get on board at the same time, so I got stuck in the line way
back, and I cursed myself for not going further down on the
platform. I pulled out a newspaper from my backpack, and browsed
through it wail waiting for all the people to climb on board.
Finally it was my turn. I climbed on board and started to search
for a toilet to use. Here in Sweden, all the trains have a red
lamp that shows if the toilet is occupied or not. Wherever I
looked there was a red light !! Every toilet was occupied, and at
every toilet door there was a line of 3-4 people waiting. I
couldn't believe it. The train was packed, and everybody got to
go at the same time.
Now I started to feel real uncomfortable, and looked across the
wagon, to at least find a place to sit. It was impossible to find
a empty chair, so I walked to the next wagon in the train set.
Same result, red light, no place to sit. I sighed and decided
that I could hold it to the train station at least.
Arriving at the station, the urge to pee had turned into a
naughtiness. I found out that I was enjoying myself being
desperate, so I thought of how I could make the best out of this
situation. Doing some kind of WS-activity here in public was out
of the question, so I quickly walked away to the bus-stop nearby
the train station. At the bus stop there was a lady in her
fifties waiting for the bus. I asked her if the bus had left
already, but she said it hadn't, so I sat down on the bus
stop-bench and felt a little spurt of warm, oozing pee dribble
into my cotton boxer shorts. I blushed because of the lady that
obviously knew what problem I had and she was looking at me and
kind of thinking: I've been there, too. But she didn't say a
word.
I rose to my feet and starting to walk a little, and then I felt
another spurt. Bigger than the one before. I stuck my hands in my
jeans pockets, and examined if there was a spot in my crotch. It
hadn't leaked through the fabric, but I thought that if I let
another spurt flood my damp shorts, it would tell to the whole
world that I was wetting myself. I squirmed a little and asked
the lady again if she had seen the bus. Again she said no, and
asked if I had to go to the bathroom. - Is it so obvious ??, I
asked, and she said that it was in fact quite obvious.
The bus finally came and I hopped on board, showed my ticket and
sat down on a empty chair. The lady sat down behind me. After a
very loooooong bus ride home, I got to my bus stop, hopped off
and the lady also climbed off the bus. I started to walk quickly
to get home before I would let the flood loose in my pants. I got
quite excited about her knowing of my distress, and the well
known bulge in my pants started to grow.
The lady went another way, and the last I saw of her face, was
that she was smiling. I wonder why?? Maybe it was from seeing a
young man almost pee in his pants . . . :)
I came home to me and my fiancee's apartment and said hello, but
there was no answer. Suddenly it came to mind that C had to work
late this day, so I was alone for a couple hours. Then I felt a
spasm, and another spurt into my shorts. I rushed away to my
bedside table and found a pack of condoms. Now was the perfect
time to try peeing in a condom. I had tried before (another of my
stories . . .) because C had a dream about me peeing inside her
in a condom. Now I was horny and was going to do some experiment.
I took out one condom and out it onto my stiff cock. Then I
changed my jeans into a pair of sweatshirt pants, you know a pair
of those loose ones that you only wear indoors. I put them on,
put my rubber clad dick in my boxer shorts and sat down on the
toilet. Relaxing myself, I felt a big spurt starting to fill the
condom. At the same time I begun to stroke my hard cock. Slowly I
filled the condom until I was quite empty. The huge water
balloon-like thing attached to my pulsating cock filled my boxer
shorts. When the wanking got harder and harder, the
"balloon" started to move around in my shorts. When I
was near orgasm, the condom exploded and the hot pee filled my
boxers and the pants I was wearing. A few strokes with my right
hand and at the same time my left hand was massaging my wet balls
though the wet pants, and then the whole world exploded. It was a
tremendous orgasm, and my semen spurted like it never spurted
before.
I totally creamed my pants. I couldn't believe it !! The pee ran
dripping down my legs and my hot cum everywhere in my boxers. I
let the orgasm fade away, and at the same time I massaged myself
so the pee and the semen mixed in my underwear. The pee had
formed a pool at my feet, and as I regain consciousness I felt
the pee getting a bit cold.
I stood up, examined the huge spot on the back of my trousers,
the front was totally soaked, and the inside of my legs was
really wet. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water
clean all evidence from my little experiment away.
After showering, I washed the clothes in the sink and hung it up
on the bathtub to dry.
Later that evening, C came home, we had dinner, and talked about
what had happened during the day and that sort of stuff. I didn't
mention a word about my little condom- experiment and my
pants-wetting. She went to the bathroom and was inside quite
along time, but she always in there for a long time when she has
to poop. I didn't think anything about it, so I started to make
the dishes and later we sat and relaxed in front of the TV. When
we was getting ready to go to bed, she asked what had happened
with my wet clothes. I didn't say anything, because I got so
embarrassed. She looked at me straight in the eye and asked me if
I had wet myself. I slowly nodded, and she said that it was
nothing to be embarrassed to. She loved me anyway, she said and
gave me a huge. We kissed, and then I said it was on purpose. She
just smiled and said that she had thought so.
As you all know by now, I'm hooked on water sports. The only
thing that's kind of not so good, is that my fiancee doesn't like
it. She thinks it's too messy. She has also told me that she has
a dream about me peeing inside her. I know that maybe just maybe,
there's a chance that she's turning wet, too. But I'm not trying
to push her into WS. It's my biggest wish that we both can enjoy
wetting each other and just be good about it. I hope that day
will come soon.