Desperation, Christmas & Pizza
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Re: Desperation, Christmas & Pizza
hopefully, he can find a bike seat to sit astride while waiting for the others to go. two pints should be easy to hold at 18 it was very easy for me. ye the youngsters might not make it either. hmm, not worn tracksuit trousers. I like jeans or shorts. flimsy pants always rip on objects as you squeeze through the house in narrow passages between shelves full of stuff. or rip in a fight. plus the vertical pockets dump everything out when you sit down in them.
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Re: Desperation, Christmas & Pizza
Re: Desperation, Christmas & Pizza
Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 9:32 pm
by Tytn
Ahhh well. There is always something that goes wrong. Marty was confident, however, that it wouldn’t be so much of a problem. Afterall, he wasn’t a kid anymore.
Exhaust vapour rose of the car exhausts, clearly visible among the vibrant red of brake lights. At least the MPV was warming up a bit. He could feel it around his ankles and lower legs and relaxed a little, but still kept his arms at his side and lower arms over his lap. He should have enough warning if a stray elbow headed in his direction.
He heard the shrilling of mobiles, and up front the driver was muttering something quietly. Handbrake on, and squirming to get the slim Motorola from his trousers pockets. He glanced at the display and answered
“It would be cheaper if I got out and walked back to your car you know” he answered, then laughed
“Yeah, can’t blame you. Its just starting to warm up in the car here too” he listened for a bit
“I haven’t got any maps with me and the satnav is home” more quiet bits
“Sure, well, we’ve just gotta turn somewhere…” and while still talking on the phone he slipped off the handbrake and edged forwards, then there were headlights moving behind, then he was able to reverse a bit.
“Yeah, that’s right, we’ll follow you. Call if you lose me ok? Sure mate!” and then flipped it closed, he handed it to the passenger
“Guess who doesn’t like traffic jams” laughed the driver, and added
“Make sure you’re strapped in in the back, we’re taking the back roads home. You’re uncle’s got this new SatNav in his car. We’ll either get home or visit Outer Mongolia tonight” he laughed and then the manoeuvring started.
The MPV eased forwards, then the car behind started his multi-point turn. He eased onto the other side of the road and then headed up a residential street on the other side of the road. The MPV reversed, and followed with #3 at the back. By the time the MPV caught up with the lead car, it was waiting patiently at the top of the road and then they continued.
The roads were the usual type of urban residential streets. Reasonably well tarmaced, with a slight camber, cars either side but relatively straight. They couldn’t rush because of the possibility of ice or people stepping off the pavements without looking but the adults had been driving a while and concentrated on the road than talking. Even the radio was off.
Marty initially was glad of the movement compared to waiting but after they hit the first speed bump – without any warning lines on! – at 20mph he rapidly changed his mind. He started to feel every bump, drain cover, manhole cover and change in direction as he was gravity fed into the seatbelt. He even carefully loosened the one around his waist.
Junctions passed quite rapidly. Hard braking, reasonable accelerating, cornering soon left him quietly grimacing as his need to pee increased quicker than he’d known it before. He wanted them to hurry to get home but not to torture him like this. So he just gripped the seat base with his fingers and squeezed for a brace point. The others were sliding into him a bit more too and already he had had to lean forwards once to tell the girl at the end to properly clip her seatbelt in. Every movement was now hurting, but he just tried to ignore the pain and discomfort.
As they headed through the town he recognised parts of it. Wider streets with more expensive cars denoted the richer areas. Although it was obvious to see that there were a large number of large MPVs or 4x4s for, well, obviously, when the owners needed to cross a muddy puddle! The thought of a puddle at that moment caused him to tense and try quickly to think of something else.
Holding on physically with his fingers was not a ‘done thing’ for him. He had learnt at a young age that this was not ‘polite’ and had effectively learnt to strengthen his bladder muscles. Long journeys in the car he could manage. This was different. It should have taken no more than 20 minutes to get home, and then he would have been ok. It would have been better of course if he had followed the advice he was handing out and gone for a pee.
He kept his legs reasonably closed and breathed through his clenched teeth as his stomach down to his knees was throbbing agony. He closed his legs hoping the merest pressure would be a bit more soothing, it was but he had to open his legs at his knees to brace to the floor. The strong pressing of his thighs together was strangely pleasing as his aching throbbing bladder consumed his every thought. There was no way he could now ignore it. He couldn’t touch himself or squeeze himself anyway next to these girls and luckily could feel the girl between him and the door was squirming too. He initially thought this would hide him if at all then realised he would have to plan things a bit. As soon as they got home there would be a queue for the loo. Even if he got 2nd place he’d still have to listen to her tinkling away. That alone gave him a short surge that left him squeezing his thighs tighter for a moment.
A glance back revealed the boys, and he could see the one who laughed it off earlier looking tense behind him. Legs closed and hand between his legs. Well, he was probably allowed. The boy didn’t meet Marty’s gaze but instead blushed a little. A bump caused the boy’s face to change rapidly to pain, he gulped and looked away. Marty couldn’t stare for long anyway, as it was twisting his body and thus compressing his bladder.
Finally he started to recognise partial road names, shops and the similar icons of the area were recognised. Not far from home now. Thankfully. He was so desperate right now, if it were just him in the car he would have already asked, no, demanded a stop. There was some old waste ground nearby with a suitable bush. Always worthwhile to know from when walking home from the youth and teenager club up the road. So close now.
The pain was indescribable that he felt in his bladder at that point! It was so full that it was pushing back on his kidneys and was even more pressure as it tried to empty into the overfull bladder that in turn pressed on nerves and muscles. His aching sphincter muscles, he knew, were straining to hold. He felt a small surge and as he let out a short quiet gasp he felt himself grow damp, wasn’t much, merely a short spurt, but it was the start of his muscles failing him. He had been brought up not to touch his groin in public, so strived not to touch himself but was running out of options to hold the inevitable waterfall back. He felt the area around his cock, pointing down and squeezed between his thighs, slightly damp. He regretted the two pints now as well as not going before leaving.
The plan he had worked out was that as soon as they stopped, he would get the girl at the door to help the others out while he was escaping and hurrying to the front door. Once in he’d go straight away. There was only one bathroom in the house and that had the shower, bathtub, sink and lavatory in. He concentrated.
He also had a backup plan, as the first would more than likely fail. This was that he get in the house as soon as possible and queue.
The pulled into the street. He could see the house at the end where #1 was pulling in. Instantly he knew he was in trouble. 3 of the occupants got out and dashed, running to the house. There was only one reason why, and it wasn’t that they were gasping for a cuppa!
Finally, they pulled up at the house. His seatbelt was off and before he even got to the door the boy that was behind him had scrambled out the back door with the other lad and they had both run for the house, determined looks on their face. Marty Panicked. He was standing up and he felt another surge, but as there was no one around he allowed himself one squeeze, but even that was almost undetectable among all the agony. He heard the dog barking and as he tenderly hurried to the house another thought was forming. He struggled to keep the tears back as every step felt horrendous and he knew what would happen next.
Re: Desperation, Christmas & Pizza
Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 9:32 pm
by Tytn
He had to move. The headlamps of #3 was already halfway down the road and heading towards him. His body refused to move for a moment but he forced it on. He had to move, to get away, but he was trapped in what he knew would happen unless he followed his plan. This is where the pain would really get bad, but he hoped he’d manage.
He pulled the sliding door closed on the MPV and then closed the boot too. Stretching pulled his t-shirt out of his tracksuit trousers and he felt a draught of cold air run around his stomach, chest and back and then determinedly walked to the house.
It was bedlam, and cue his suspicions most if not all of the people from Car 1 and half from Car 2 were queuing for the bathroom. One of the girls was in the kitchen hopping up and down chatting excitedly and every now and again leaned against the counter for breath before squirming back to the same position. He had already seen her before do it. That she wasn’t upstairs queuing meant the queue was quite long! Marty saw the dog over near the back door, being cuddled by someone. He could only see their white jumper and had a brief warm thought in him that when said person stood again they would be covered in dark dog hairs down their front. Always happened at Christmas, but the collie was too energetic to care or let that slow it down.
He retreated back to the hall, grabbed his walking boots and slipped upstairs. He knew they were clean but he had to put them on in his room not downstairs. That would reveal too much. As he slipped into his room he heard noises next door. The Girls. Most were chatting excitedly about the evening and their own desperations. One girl was in the hallway watching the bathroom door, so Marty carefully closed the door to their inane chatter and hurried to the wardrobe. He slipped off his coat and trainers and wished he’d kept a spare drinks bottle in his room. But he’d not needed it before, so he was unprepared. He squatted briefly, wincing and quickly tucked his tracksuit trouser bottoms into his socks, both sides, then stood. He gasped, halfway up, with hands squeezing his knees for support before moving on.
He pulled out a thick pair of jeans, faded with age but unfortunately for him still blue. He needed them as they were warm. Carefully timing his breaths he tugged on his jeans, and slipped a belt through the loops and fastened it enough to hold his jeans up, then found a thin fleece and stripped his t-shirt off, leaving him half naked in front of the mirror. As he was about to pull the fleece on the door opened. It was Max. Marty was useless with names but already he spotted a girl queuing outside his door, who was very quick to spot Marty in a state of undress. Dead give away as her eyes looked surprised and then she blushed.
“Shut the bloody door will you” growled Marty, and returned to his dressing. He was trying hard to ignore the pain and it was slow going but he had to hurry didn’t he
“Your mom told me you’re taking the dog out… for a walk?” Max asked, quietly, nervous
“Sure, I take it you want some exercise?”
“Yeah, I guess” he offered
“Ok, well, you’ll need warm clothes, Its effin cold out there!”
“What?”
“Cold, it is winter”
“No, that other word… Effin?” he smiled
“Mom doesn’t like me swearing, but she’ll cope with that” The boy came closer. Marty selected a thick woven jumper, blue, from the pile and handed it over
“Put that on, it’s a bit long but you won't get a chill” Marty grabbed his own sleeved fleece from the back of the computer chair. And then added his coat. The boots were last and Marty was glad he was facing away from Max as he pulled them on and tightened up so the boy wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes. He wiped them away, giving his own package a reassuring squeeze, and it briefly helped stay the surge. and tenderly slipped out. As leaving he grabbed his small AA Maglite torch. He hummed to himself to try and hide the tinkling going on in the bathroom.
Max was about 4 steps behind him, and getting downstairs he was already heating up in the warm house. He was spotted. Meg must have heard the boots and swishing off his coat as there was swearing in the kitchen, male unfamiliar voice and the laugh of his mother. The black rocket shot out into the hall, skidding sideways down the polished wooden floor and scrabbling for grip. In a time recognised fashion Meg barked in Marty’s face. Years ago the smell was revulsion to him but now it was a familiar thing, indicating dog had been fed. The lead was clipped on and the four paw drive was scrabbling for the door with little grip. Max was zipping up his coat as he stumbled after an eager Meg and an even eager Marty. With the boy behind him he was finally able to slip his hand under the three layers to skin below the belt and reposition his moved tackle upwards. It may have been a mistake so that he couldn’t cross his legs but it was dark and cold out so he could probably get a few tactical squeezes off.
Out of the house, they turned away from the road and walked briskly. Meg knew the route anyway, and was pulling hard at the lead and Marty didn’t want to hang around anyway, but with his longer legs and Meg’s boundless energy he soon heard the panting of Max behind hurrying to catch up.
“C’mon, Meg’s in a hurry, can’t you tell with her boundless energy?”
“Huh? I thought this mutt slept most the day”
“Yeah, recovering from exercising me” Marty called back to Max, who finally caught up and was scurrying alongside
“Don’t you walk her in the morning too?”
“Sometimes. Care to join me tomorrow? You won’t need the fleeces” Marty smiled, the boy looked around
“But it’ll still be cold out”
“Not where you’re going”
“Anyway, so why is Meg rushing”
“Isn’t it obvious? She’s been indoors all evening. She’s probably bursting for a wee” Marty grimaced at that. The dull ache had got so bad that he couldn’t feel the actual pain anymore. He just hurt, everywhere. He almost felt like crying but he was older than the kid next to him. Therefore, it wasn’t too hard to mishear what Max replied with
“What?” he asked
“What?” Max looked puzzled
“What did you say”
“Oh, I said she’s not the only one”
“Only… Oh”
“Yeah! There’s a queue for the only loo and I’m busting, so if you find a suitable hedge, you will say won’t you!” half smiled Max
“Yeah ok, but not here. There is CCTV. But there’s a place up ahead, Meg knows it well”
“Ahh, that’s good” Max winced, his own hands stuffed into his pockets.
“Not shy are you?”
“No, but peeing near those girls is always stressful. I don’t know what it is but when you get a gaggle of girls life is just worth ignoring” he replied
“Hmm”
They ate up the distance quite quickly. Marty had dried tears blurring his eyes, and despite his teachings and practice was soon one handedly nipping a quick squeeze when the boy wasn’t looking. He could see it up ahead. The old gateway, the broken fence and the frosted outlines of rubble. Meg wasn’t pulling as hard but was still ahead.
Finally, they reached the gate and Marty lifted the catch and moved it open enough for the three of them to squeeze through
Marty slipped the leash off and Meg scampered to the rubble and squatted. Even before Marty heard the water flow he had released his coat zip and was working on his flies. He let out a frustrated whimper as along with the splattering of Meg’s liquid he felt a surge himself. It gushed out and around his crotch, making it warm and damp at the same time, soon cooling. Even with his flies down he had to tug his tracksuit trousers down, but then had to release the button on his jeans and release the belt. The cord was in a normal double bow taught for tying shoelaces. Once he had access to that he opened his legs a bit so his trousers wouldn’t drop, then reached in and grabbed his precious cock, Now he could really squeeze it and as he did he felt it harden up as his bladder sphincters failed. There was a noise next to him, a gasp and then a strong column gushed out from Max, splattering, steaming onto the hard frozen ground. Marty was last. He released his grip and immediately soaked his hand in piss. It was hot after getting used to the cold outside and some splashed back on his jeans, but then it was facing out and thundering out. He let it hang there and it pumped out. The pain was still there but he knew it would soon fade
“OH MY GOD!” he moaned.
“Ohh Yeah!!” cried out Max. There was a rumbling
“Max”
“Yeah Marty”
“There was a reason I asked if you were shy” Silence, but Marty could already hear the humming and the distant noise
“er” a glance back, and the boy looked worried for a moment. Marty grinned, but that made it worse. He stretched, for the first time in ages as his one eyed friend continued to water the ground and slipped his hands behind his head
“Relax, and try this” Marty giggled, the euphoric almost orgasmic relief thundering through him. And something else was thundering too.
The waste ground around them lit up. Less than 30m away up a slight embankment a 4 carriage train thundered past. It was reasonably busy with most people looking out. Marty, the veteran, effectively loved the attention. Meg was barking at the train as normal. Competing for noise and Max looked shell shocked but the boy was desperate enough for relief his waterfall didn’t stop
Marty was in heaven and slowly feeling returned to his body. One of the first thoughts was “Hell it’s cold, damp cock and it’s freezing outside” but he had thawed the ground out in front of him and turned it into a muddy frothed area, with a line straight in front where the pressure had helped. A glance over and Max was still peeing, and that was coming out, but slowly. A few short ‘pumps’ had his erection returning within his euphoric feelings and before he thought about anything distracting he concentrated on tidying himself up. He secured his tracksuit trousers again and then his jeans. He moved his cock to the other side of his jeans and stuffed one of his spare hankies down into the damp area of his trousers.
He moved over to Meg and after wiping his hands on his trousers to dry them he slipped the lead on Meg and wandered back to Max. He was just finishing
“Ready?” the boy nodded
“Home?”
“Nah, rest of the walk. It’s a circular route, about 3 miles. Ready?”
“But…”
“You wanted to take the dog for a walk, and a walk the dog needs” grinned Marty. Max shrugged his shoulders
“Look on the bright side. You’re free of the girls” the boy grinned back
“Sure”
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 9:32 pm
by Tytn
Ahhh well. There is always something that goes wrong. Marty was confident, however, that it wouldn’t be so much of a problem. Afterall, he wasn’t a kid anymore.
Exhaust vapour rose of the car exhausts, clearly visible among the vibrant red of brake lights. At least the MPV was warming up a bit. He could feel it around his ankles and lower legs and relaxed a little, but still kept his arms at his side and lower arms over his lap. He should have enough warning if a stray elbow headed in his direction.
He heard the shrilling of mobiles, and up front the driver was muttering something quietly. Handbrake on, and squirming to get the slim Motorola from his trousers pockets. He glanced at the display and answered
“It would be cheaper if I got out and walked back to your car you know” he answered, then laughed
“Yeah, can’t blame you. Its just starting to warm up in the car here too” he listened for a bit
“I haven’t got any maps with me and the satnav is home” more quiet bits
“Sure, well, we’ve just gotta turn somewhere…” and while still talking on the phone he slipped off the handbrake and edged forwards, then there were headlights moving behind, then he was able to reverse a bit.
“Yeah, that’s right, we’ll follow you. Call if you lose me ok? Sure mate!” and then flipped it closed, he handed it to the passenger
“Guess who doesn’t like traffic jams” laughed the driver, and added
“Make sure you’re strapped in in the back, we’re taking the back roads home. You’re uncle’s got this new SatNav in his car. We’ll either get home or visit Outer Mongolia tonight” he laughed and then the manoeuvring started.
The MPV eased forwards, then the car behind started his multi-point turn. He eased onto the other side of the road and then headed up a residential street on the other side of the road. The MPV reversed, and followed with #3 at the back. By the time the MPV caught up with the lead car, it was waiting patiently at the top of the road and then they continued.
The roads were the usual type of urban residential streets. Reasonably well tarmaced, with a slight camber, cars either side but relatively straight. They couldn’t rush because of the possibility of ice or people stepping off the pavements without looking but the adults had been driving a while and concentrated on the road than talking. Even the radio was off.
Marty initially was glad of the movement compared to waiting but after they hit the first speed bump – without any warning lines on! – at 20mph he rapidly changed his mind. He started to feel every bump, drain cover, manhole cover and change in direction as he was gravity fed into the seatbelt. He even carefully loosened the one around his waist.
Junctions passed quite rapidly. Hard braking, reasonable accelerating, cornering soon left him quietly grimacing as his need to pee increased quicker than he’d known it before. He wanted them to hurry to get home but not to torture him like this. So he just gripped the seat base with his fingers and squeezed for a brace point. The others were sliding into him a bit more too and already he had had to lean forwards once to tell the girl at the end to properly clip her seatbelt in. Every movement was now hurting, but he just tried to ignore the pain and discomfort.
As they headed through the town he recognised parts of it. Wider streets with more expensive cars denoted the richer areas. Although it was obvious to see that there were a large number of large MPVs or 4x4s for, well, obviously, when the owners needed to cross a muddy puddle! The thought of a puddle at that moment caused him to tense and try quickly to think of something else.
Holding on physically with his fingers was not a ‘done thing’ for him. He had learnt at a young age that this was not ‘polite’ and had effectively learnt to strengthen his bladder muscles. Long journeys in the car he could manage. This was different. It should have taken no more than 20 minutes to get home, and then he would have been ok. It would have been better of course if he had followed the advice he was handing out and gone for a pee.
He kept his legs reasonably closed and breathed through his clenched teeth as his stomach down to his knees was throbbing agony. He closed his legs hoping the merest pressure would be a bit more soothing, it was but he had to open his legs at his knees to brace to the floor. The strong pressing of his thighs together was strangely pleasing as his aching throbbing bladder consumed his every thought. There was no way he could now ignore it. He couldn’t touch himself or squeeze himself anyway next to these girls and luckily could feel the girl between him and the door was squirming too. He initially thought this would hide him if at all then realised he would have to plan things a bit. As soon as they got home there would be a queue for the loo. Even if he got 2nd place he’d still have to listen to her tinkling away. That alone gave him a short surge that left him squeezing his thighs tighter for a moment.
A glance back revealed the boys, and he could see the one who laughed it off earlier looking tense behind him. Legs closed and hand between his legs. Well, he was probably allowed. The boy didn’t meet Marty’s gaze but instead blushed a little. A bump caused the boy’s face to change rapidly to pain, he gulped and looked away. Marty couldn’t stare for long anyway, as it was twisting his body and thus compressing his bladder.
Finally he started to recognise partial road names, shops and the similar icons of the area were recognised. Not far from home now. Thankfully. He was so desperate right now, if it were just him in the car he would have already asked, no, demanded a stop. There was some old waste ground nearby with a suitable bush. Always worthwhile to know from when walking home from the youth and teenager club up the road. So close now.
The pain was indescribable that he felt in his bladder at that point! It was so full that it was pushing back on his kidneys and was even more pressure as it tried to empty into the overfull bladder that in turn pressed on nerves and muscles. His aching sphincter muscles, he knew, were straining to hold. He felt a small surge and as he let out a short quiet gasp he felt himself grow damp, wasn’t much, merely a short spurt, but it was the start of his muscles failing him. He had been brought up not to touch his groin in public, so strived not to touch himself but was running out of options to hold the inevitable waterfall back. He felt the area around his cock, pointing down and squeezed between his thighs, slightly damp. He regretted the two pints now as well as not going before leaving.
The plan he had worked out was that as soon as they stopped, he would get the girl at the door to help the others out while he was escaping and hurrying to the front door. Once in he’d go straight away. There was only one bathroom in the house and that had the shower, bathtub, sink and lavatory in. He concentrated.
He also had a backup plan, as the first would more than likely fail. This was that he get in the house as soon as possible and queue.
The pulled into the street. He could see the house at the end where #1 was pulling in. Instantly he knew he was in trouble. 3 of the occupants got out and dashed, running to the house. There was only one reason why, and it wasn’t that they were gasping for a cuppa!
Finally, they pulled up at the house. His seatbelt was off and before he even got to the door the boy that was behind him had scrambled out the back door with the other lad and they had both run for the house, determined looks on their face. Marty Panicked. He was standing up and he felt another surge, but as there was no one around he allowed himself one squeeze, but even that was almost undetectable among all the agony. He heard the dog barking and as he tenderly hurried to the house another thought was forming. He struggled to keep the tears back as every step felt horrendous and he knew what would happen next.
Re: Desperation, Christmas & Pizza
Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 9:32 pm
by Tytn
He had to move. The headlamps of #3 was already halfway down the road and heading towards him. His body refused to move for a moment but he forced it on. He had to move, to get away, but he was trapped in what he knew would happen unless he followed his plan. This is where the pain would really get bad, but he hoped he’d manage.
He pulled the sliding door closed on the MPV and then closed the boot too. Stretching pulled his t-shirt out of his tracksuit trousers and he felt a draught of cold air run around his stomach, chest and back and then determinedly walked to the house.
It was bedlam, and cue his suspicions most if not all of the people from Car 1 and half from Car 2 were queuing for the bathroom. One of the girls was in the kitchen hopping up and down chatting excitedly and every now and again leaned against the counter for breath before squirming back to the same position. He had already seen her before do it. That she wasn’t upstairs queuing meant the queue was quite long! Marty saw the dog over near the back door, being cuddled by someone. He could only see their white jumper and had a brief warm thought in him that when said person stood again they would be covered in dark dog hairs down their front. Always happened at Christmas, but the collie was too energetic to care or let that slow it down.
He retreated back to the hall, grabbed his walking boots and slipped upstairs. He knew they were clean but he had to put them on in his room not downstairs. That would reveal too much. As he slipped into his room he heard noises next door. The Girls. Most were chatting excitedly about the evening and their own desperations. One girl was in the hallway watching the bathroom door, so Marty carefully closed the door to their inane chatter and hurried to the wardrobe. He slipped off his coat and trainers and wished he’d kept a spare drinks bottle in his room. But he’d not needed it before, so he was unprepared. He squatted briefly, wincing and quickly tucked his tracksuit trouser bottoms into his socks, both sides, then stood. He gasped, halfway up, with hands squeezing his knees for support before moving on.
He pulled out a thick pair of jeans, faded with age but unfortunately for him still blue. He needed them as they were warm. Carefully timing his breaths he tugged on his jeans, and slipped a belt through the loops and fastened it enough to hold his jeans up, then found a thin fleece and stripped his t-shirt off, leaving him half naked in front of the mirror. As he was about to pull the fleece on the door opened. It was Max. Marty was useless with names but already he spotted a girl queuing outside his door, who was very quick to spot Marty in a state of undress. Dead give away as her eyes looked surprised and then she blushed.
“Shut the bloody door will you” growled Marty, and returned to his dressing. He was trying hard to ignore the pain and it was slow going but he had to hurry didn’t he
“Your mom told me you’re taking the dog out… for a walk?” Max asked, quietly, nervous
“Sure, I take it you want some exercise?”
“Yeah, I guess” he offered
“Ok, well, you’ll need warm clothes, Its effin cold out there!”
“What?”
“Cold, it is winter”
“No, that other word… Effin?” he smiled
“Mom doesn’t like me swearing, but she’ll cope with that” The boy came closer. Marty selected a thick woven jumper, blue, from the pile and handed it over
“Put that on, it’s a bit long but you won't get a chill” Marty grabbed his own sleeved fleece from the back of the computer chair. And then added his coat. The boots were last and Marty was glad he was facing away from Max as he pulled them on and tightened up so the boy wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes. He wiped them away, giving his own package a reassuring squeeze, and it briefly helped stay the surge. and tenderly slipped out. As leaving he grabbed his small AA Maglite torch. He hummed to himself to try and hide the tinkling going on in the bathroom.
Max was about 4 steps behind him, and getting downstairs he was already heating up in the warm house. He was spotted. Meg must have heard the boots and swishing off his coat as there was swearing in the kitchen, male unfamiliar voice and the laugh of his mother. The black rocket shot out into the hall, skidding sideways down the polished wooden floor and scrabbling for grip. In a time recognised fashion Meg barked in Marty’s face. Years ago the smell was revulsion to him but now it was a familiar thing, indicating dog had been fed. The lead was clipped on and the four paw drive was scrabbling for the door with little grip. Max was zipping up his coat as he stumbled after an eager Meg and an even eager Marty. With the boy behind him he was finally able to slip his hand under the three layers to skin below the belt and reposition his moved tackle upwards. It may have been a mistake so that he couldn’t cross his legs but it was dark and cold out so he could probably get a few tactical squeezes off.
Out of the house, they turned away from the road and walked briskly. Meg knew the route anyway, and was pulling hard at the lead and Marty didn’t want to hang around anyway, but with his longer legs and Meg’s boundless energy he soon heard the panting of Max behind hurrying to catch up.
“C’mon, Meg’s in a hurry, can’t you tell with her boundless energy?”
“Huh? I thought this mutt slept most the day”
“Yeah, recovering from exercising me” Marty called back to Max, who finally caught up and was scurrying alongside
“Don’t you walk her in the morning too?”
“Sometimes. Care to join me tomorrow? You won’t need the fleeces” Marty smiled, the boy looked around
“But it’ll still be cold out”
“Not where you’re going”
“Anyway, so why is Meg rushing”
“Isn’t it obvious? She’s been indoors all evening. She’s probably bursting for a wee” Marty grimaced at that. The dull ache had got so bad that he couldn’t feel the actual pain anymore. He just hurt, everywhere. He almost felt like crying but he was older than the kid next to him. Therefore, it wasn’t too hard to mishear what Max replied with
“What?” he asked
“What?” Max looked puzzled
“What did you say”
“Oh, I said she’s not the only one”
“Only… Oh”
“Yeah! There’s a queue for the only loo and I’m busting, so if you find a suitable hedge, you will say won’t you!” half smiled Max
“Yeah ok, but not here. There is CCTV. But there’s a place up ahead, Meg knows it well”
“Ahh, that’s good” Max winced, his own hands stuffed into his pockets.
“Not shy are you?”
“No, but peeing near those girls is always stressful. I don’t know what it is but when you get a gaggle of girls life is just worth ignoring” he replied
“Hmm”
They ate up the distance quite quickly. Marty had dried tears blurring his eyes, and despite his teachings and practice was soon one handedly nipping a quick squeeze when the boy wasn’t looking. He could see it up ahead. The old gateway, the broken fence and the frosted outlines of rubble. Meg wasn’t pulling as hard but was still ahead.
Finally, they reached the gate and Marty lifted the catch and moved it open enough for the three of them to squeeze through
Marty slipped the leash off and Meg scampered to the rubble and squatted. Even before Marty heard the water flow he had released his coat zip and was working on his flies. He let out a frustrated whimper as along with the splattering of Meg’s liquid he felt a surge himself. It gushed out and around his crotch, making it warm and damp at the same time, soon cooling. Even with his flies down he had to tug his tracksuit trousers down, but then had to release the button on his jeans and release the belt. The cord was in a normal double bow taught for tying shoelaces. Once he had access to that he opened his legs a bit so his trousers wouldn’t drop, then reached in and grabbed his precious cock, Now he could really squeeze it and as he did he felt it harden up as his bladder sphincters failed. There was a noise next to him, a gasp and then a strong column gushed out from Max, splattering, steaming onto the hard frozen ground. Marty was last. He released his grip and immediately soaked his hand in piss. It was hot after getting used to the cold outside and some splashed back on his jeans, but then it was facing out and thundering out. He let it hang there and it pumped out. The pain was still there but he knew it would soon fade
“OH MY GOD!” he moaned.
“Ohh Yeah!!” cried out Max. There was a rumbling
“Max”
“Yeah Marty”
“There was a reason I asked if you were shy” Silence, but Marty could already hear the humming and the distant noise
“er” a glance back, and the boy looked worried for a moment. Marty grinned, but that made it worse. He stretched, for the first time in ages as his one eyed friend continued to water the ground and slipped his hands behind his head
“Relax, and try this” Marty giggled, the euphoric almost orgasmic relief thundering through him. And something else was thundering too.
The waste ground around them lit up. Less than 30m away up a slight embankment a 4 carriage train thundered past. It was reasonably busy with most people looking out. Marty, the veteran, effectively loved the attention. Meg was barking at the train as normal. Competing for noise and Max looked shell shocked but the boy was desperate enough for relief his waterfall didn’t stop
Marty was in heaven and slowly feeling returned to his body. One of the first thoughts was “Hell it’s cold, damp cock and it’s freezing outside” but he had thawed the ground out in front of him and turned it into a muddy frothed area, with a line straight in front where the pressure had helped. A glance over and Max was still peeing, and that was coming out, but slowly. A few short ‘pumps’ had his erection returning within his euphoric feelings and before he thought about anything distracting he concentrated on tidying himself up. He secured his tracksuit trousers again and then his jeans. He moved his cock to the other side of his jeans and stuffed one of his spare hankies down into the damp area of his trousers.
He moved over to Meg and after wiping his hands on his trousers to dry them he slipped the lead on Meg and wandered back to Max. He was just finishing
“Ready?” the boy nodded
“Home?”
“Nah, rest of the walk. It’s a circular route, about 3 miles. Ready?”
“But…”
“You wanted to take the dog for a walk, and a walk the dog needs” grinned Marty. Max shrugged his shoulders
“Look on the bright side. You’re free of the girls” the boy grinned back
“Sure”
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Re: Desperation, Christmas & Pizza
yes, maybe the youngsters get sent right to their rooms where they have bikes. or they go biking using the bike seats to hold it in. Marty could have a bike too or a banana bike seat set up in his bedroom that he uses for practice holding more and can feel really good sitting astride the seat with a full bladder. wonder if this is Christmas eve or a few days before?
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Fred
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Re: Desperation, Christmas & Pizza
One of the best male bonding experiences.
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Re: Desperation, Christmas & Pizza
busting for a piss with others is usually a good bonding experience if it is at a track meet with teammates while busting. wrestling while busting. weightlifting while full. or a drink and hold game when out with friends drinking pop or water. or a game of Edwards 40 hands which is why that is such a popular drinking game. and the competitive nature of 40 hands as some guys are able to do it. others are not.
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Re: Desperation, Christmas & Pizza
Marty did make it without a soaking of his pants. At age 18, it would have been the most possible embarrassing thing to happen if he had wet his pants in the van in front of all the younger boys and girls. He had just been in charge of potty patrol for the kids less than an hour before at the pizza parlor.