Motorway desperation
Posted: 02 Oct 2021, 18:37
Hi all, I've just joined the site, and thought I'd share a true story with you. This happened a few years ago, to my mate who was 18 at the time.
I secretly fancied him, although he was straight.
I have to state that this is a true story, it's not imaginary. It's what got me into desperation.
He was handsome, lad next door type of lad - trainers, adidas trackies or jeans, that kind of thing.
Above all else, what I loved about him was that he always wore briefs, which was unusual because most lads at this time wore boxers. I knew this because I'd secretly been in his suitcase on the occasion that this story had happened, so i knew what undies he wore:)
We'd been to visit friends and I was driving us home, on the motorway. He'd drunk a few cans of lager, he was a bit naive in some ways and i don't think he knew you're not allowed to stop on the side of the motorway.
Anyway, he announced that he needed a piss and could I pull over? I said no, I'm not allowed. We'd have to wait until the services.
As luck would have it, soon after we passed a sign that said "Services - 15 miles", or something similar.
What followed was the best, most authentic desperation I've ever seen.
He was truly busting, saying things like , "I'm busting for a piss, please pull over, I've had 3 cans."
The 18 miles seemed to take forever, but in reality was about 20 minutes or so - but that's a long time after a few lagers.
He was clenching his legs together, grabbing his crotch and his legs started shaking.
All the time I was secretly enjoying his situation, and for some reason I enjoyed it all the more because I knew he was wearing briefs and not the usual baggy boxers.
As we pulled into the services car park, he couldn't get out fast enough and ran inside to the toilets.
This was what kick started my fetish for desperation!
I secretly fancied him, although he was straight.
I have to state that this is a true story, it's not imaginary. It's what got me into desperation.
He was handsome, lad next door type of lad - trainers, adidas trackies or jeans, that kind of thing.
Above all else, what I loved about him was that he always wore briefs, which was unusual because most lads at this time wore boxers. I knew this because I'd secretly been in his suitcase on the occasion that this story had happened, so i knew what undies he wore:)
We'd been to visit friends and I was driving us home, on the motorway. He'd drunk a few cans of lager, he was a bit naive in some ways and i don't think he knew you're not allowed to stop on the side of the motorway.
Anyway, he announced that he needed a piss and could I pull over? I said no, I'm not allowed. We'd have to wait until the services.
As luck would have it, soon after we passed a sign that said "Services - 15 miles", or something similar.
What followed was the best, most authentic desperation I've ever seen.
He was truly busting, saying things like , "I'm busting for a piss, please pull over, I've had 3 cans."
The 18 miles seemed to take forever, but in reality was about 20 minutes or so - but that's a long time after a few lagers.
He was clenching his legs together, grabbing his crotch and his legs started shaking.
All the time I was secretly enjoying his situation, and for some reason I enjoyed it all the more because I knew he was wearing briefs and not the usual baggy boxers.
As we pulled into the services car park, he couldn't get out fast enough and ran inside to the toilets.
This was what kick started my fetish for desperation!