there was this kid austin that I dated on and off. we had a lot of sexual chemistry and always went back to hooking up for years after high school, even. he was a drummer with tan skin and long black hair.

when we started hooking up our senior year, we quickly discovered that we both had piss kinks. and so it began…

dirty texting led to pictures and video chatting, until finally, we decided to start holding at school together. we would hold it all day, and then go back to my house when school let out. my parents wouldn’t be home til a few hours later, so we’d go down to the basement, make out a ton, and wet our pants in front of each other.

this one time though, I’ll never forget...

we had decided to start holding the night before a school day, by texting each other to drink a full glass of water before bed, and then we could NOT PEE in the morning, just continue to hold it all day.

so we did. we both held it all day, texting each other each period to check in.

we went to a private school in a pretty rural area. I waited for him after school at “the spot” (this little creek just off school property, surrounded by trees and always deserted) in my school uniform: a white button-down shirt, a knee-length green skirt, white crew socks and black shoes. from there, we would walk no more than ten minutes to my house.

I was doing alright - only mildly desperate, as I chose not to drink that much of anything on this day to make it easier on myself… still though, I shifted from foot to foot as I waited for him, teased by the sound of the creek.

I was surprised as he suddenly hobbled over and threw his backpack down, huffing and puffing and swearing. he wore the guys’ version of our uniform: white shirt, green pants.

“fuck, I’m not gonna fucking make it. I barely made it through last period. FUCK. I am going to have to piss right here,” he said, frantically squeezing the head of his cock through his pants.

I watched him, intrigued. “aw, is it really that hard to hold it? you’re not gonna make it to my house?”

“no. fuck.” he took a moment to glance at me standing there pretty casually. “why aren’t you as desperate as me?? did you cheat?”

“no! I never peed today… I just… also haven’t really drank anything.”

“what!! no fair! I fucking drank soda and water all day, and last night - oh my god,” he moaned. his eyes got wide. he started frantically undoing his belt, his breath hitching. “oh my god, I’m already pissing. FUCK.”

I saw a shiny little dark patch quickly appear on his crotch. I felt myself get a little wet, imagining it spurting out…

“stop.” I told him, touching his arm while he still fumbled with his belt buckle.

he looked at me, with tears in his eyes, I swear. “what????” he demanded.

I quickly looked around to make sure there was still nobody in sight. nope, just trees.

I bit my lip and ran my hand down his arm, to his hand, to his crotch. I started gently stroking the fly of his pants.

he made an extremely hot guttural sound, like “nnnggghhhhhhhh” and closed his eyes.

I felt his warm crotch with the back and then front of my hand, rubbing up and down, harder, feeling his cock stiffen through his pants.

“ughh god… that’s really helping, actually.”

we caught each others’ eyes a moment and smiled. being hard always helped him hold longer…

…but how much longer?

we took a few steps over to a large tree.

I stood in front of him, his back pressed against the tree, my knee slightly between his legs.

my hand continued to fondle the front of his pants as he moaned softly. I looked down at that wet spot, which was still really small. for now.

“ugh, you’re making me wanna cum…”

I laughed softly and kept rubbing him. he grasped the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss, pushing his back against the tree and jerking his clothed dick into my hand more.

we kissed for like, ten seconds. then I started fumbling with the button of his pants. my knuckles must’ve pressed into his bladder a little, because he suddenly groaned desperately.

“ah, ah…” he broke the kiss and hissed through his teeth, as I felt a little warm pee leak into his pants… into my hand. it was just enough to soak the fabric and widen the diameter of that wet spot. my eyes widened in amazement, suddenly feeling a little wetness of my own slip into my panties.

he panted. “fuck. I can’t hold anymore. I’m going to fucking piss my pants right here.”

“really? you’re going to pee in your pants, you can’t hold it?” I asked sympathetically.

“no I can’t fucking hold it.”

“you’re sooo desperate to pee, it just wants to burst out of your cock right now?”

“yes - AH - fuck -”

he looked down at his pants. I followed his gaze. a skinny dark stain was appearing all down his left leg, and I could just barely hear a faint hissing sound.

I watched in awe for about three seconds, before whispering close to his ear, “okay, stop. get control now, you can do it.”

he closed his eyes and gulped. I saw the veins in his neck bulge as he prayed to the heavens to gain control. fuck, he looked hot.

and gain control, he did.

panting, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and furrowed his brow. my hand was still there on his cock, slightly wetter than before, but I confirmed he had stopped the leak.

…for now.

“good job.” I said. but I knew his bladder ached. he had so much more left inside.

I went back to fiddling with his button fly, but then had a better idea.

I stepped about three feet away and stood in front of him. "keep holding and do what I say. okay?"

“huh??” he groaned.

“unzip your pants.”

he stared at me. his hands went gingerly to his zipper, and he slowly undid it.

“fuuuuck,” he breathed, rolling his eyes. this simple motion, unzipping his pants, sent all the more TIME TO PEE signals to his brain.

he squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed himself with both hands through his light grey boxer briefs as he impatiently awaited my next command. he pressed his legs together, hips shaking side to side quickly.

“okay, now what??” he whined.

I smiled, absolutely fucking loving this, staring at his hands firmly grasping that tantalizing bulge in his soaked underwear.

"now what?” he repeated, impatiently.

"what, you still have more pee? but you leaked so much already, just look at your pants…"

"PLEASE, I have to piss - fuck - ah- I'm going to really explode in about five seconds,” he spat, his hands never leaving his cock, the veins in his arms bulging.

"take it out and put your hands behind your head.”

he looked at me desperately. “babe, I - I can't let go of my dick, it's all gonna come out."

"you can do it. take your cock out and let me see it. put your hands behind your head. and do not lose control."

he shook his head desperately. “I can't babe, I can't, fuck… oh god!" he squeezed his eyes closed and gripped his penis hard, and I watched with delight as another spurt escaped him. the spurt was so strong, it shot right through the light-colored boxer briefs and made a little arc through the air.

he gasped and palmed his cock with both hands, more pee shooting up onto his shirt, out to the sides, onto his pants, as he desperately trying to regain control. he reached inside his boxers and threw his head back, starting to jack his dick.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, it helps me hold it… you know that…"

"is your cock hard? are you actually turned on by this?? you're turned on by having to pee so badly?"

"…..yes, I love it…" he said, continuing to jack it in front of me.

"you like feeling so full of piss? and then not going to a toilet, but just holding it? holding it until you're so desperate, that you start leaking in your underwear?"

"…yeah, I, ah-"

"you like losing control? wetting yourself?? you like having accidents, don't you? but they're not accidents are they, they're on purpose?”

he rubbed his dick to my filthy talk, which was still hidden by the soaked fabric of his boxer briefs. "…yes, I like it…" he gasped.

"let me see it."

he pulled the boxer briefs down finally, tucking the waistband under his balls, showing me that glorious wet cock. it was hard and weeping. he kept stroking it.

“OKAY now, stop. fucking. jacking off."

"if I stop, I'm going to lose control. I’m gonna pee,” he whimpered, fully stroking his erect cock, so much liquid still pressing inside of him.

"stop touching yourself right now."

he stopped the motion, but kept squeezing his dick, his eyes squeezed shut.

"let go of your cock and put your hands behind your head.”

he whimpered, really whimpered, but obeyed my command. his hard, glistening dick now hung half-hard in the cool air, peeking outside of his unzipped pants.

it was a real sight, him leaning against that tree, totally flustered, hair a mess, dark piss patches marking his shirt and pants. his dick hung there, twitching weakly, as he panted.

he looked right into my eyes. "I have so much more piss inside me, you have no idea. please… please let me pee…”

"keep holding it," I said, crossing my arms and staring at him.

he made a sobbing sound and his dick twitched heavenly. he stared up at the trees and mouthed ‘fuck.’

I stared at his beautiful genitals, intrigued by them, so different than my own. I bit my lip and reached up my knee-length skirt. my panties were hot and damp, and I gently rubbed myself as I stared at him.

he noticed me. through shuddering breaths, he said “you like what you see?”

“just focus on holding it,” I commanded him. but I lifted my skirt slowly, showing him my damp white panties. and through my intense arousal, I felt my own desperation grow.

"dear god…" he said at the sight of me, and started to lowering his hands from behind his head.

"don't you dare touch yourself," I spat. "put your hands back behind your head and hold them there."

he pressed his lips together and lifted his hands to grab the back of his head again, squeezing his eyes shut. but I noticed a little weak piss mixed with precum dribble out of the end of his gorgeous penis.

"oh no, are you leaking a little bit?"

"mm-hmm…" he moaned frantically, another larger dribble leaking out.

then another. he panted and gulped. "fuck, I can't, I - UGH - "

both our mouths both dropped open as a hard stream of piss shot out of him, across the distance between us, and jetted against my midsection, soaking my shirt and skirt. I stepped to the side and watched it continue to shoot out, creating a huge arc and loudly landing on the leaves several feet away.

“FUCK - I can’t - I can't stop it, ah - I'm peeing - ah"

I stepped over to him. I placed my hand on his cock and gently held it for him.

"nnnngyesssss…" he said, the hard stream of piss still hissing out.

I held his cock with one hand and dared my other one to palm the head, feeling that hot piss shoot into my hand and allowing it to splash out to the sides, up and down, onto both our clothes, the ground, everywhere…

fifteen seconds passed, and I couldn't believe he was still pissing. hard.

"wow. can you get control now for me?"

"nghhh…" he moaned, and started hitching his breath. i felt his dick flex. the stream slowed, stopped and started a couple of times, and then he had regained control.

"that's good baby, good job…." I devilishly pulled his boxer briefs back up over his dick and started to pull his pants back together, although I knew…

“OHMYGOD no, I can't -"

piss was shooting out of him again, soaking his boxer briefs and the legs of his pants entirely. he let out a primal groan of relief, finally letting himself really go.

I admired him as he continued to totally drench his clothes, before I pulled the briefs back down over his dick and set that stream free again. I held his cock and played with him encouragingly, as he continued pissing and moaning for almost a full minute longer.

when the stream finally slowed and stopped in my hand, I gently rubbed him in praise. his cock re-hardened to its fullest expression.

I lifted my gaze to his eyes, starting to rhythmically stroke him. he stared at me with exhausted lust.

"babe," I said.

"yeah?" he mumbled.

"I have to pee, too… really badly."

peeing while walking

This morning I woke up super early, like 3 am early. I wasn’t able to go back to sleep despite my best efforts, so I decided to get dressed for the day. Recently my omo drive has been way up, so I decided to start a hold :D I put on a long floral skirt and a form fitting black top. I’ve always loved the idea of a discreet public-ish wetting but have been too nervous to really indulge. But seeing as it was super early, i thought today might be a good day for it! I left my house around 6 and went to the park. I laid out a blanket and listened to the radio and watched some YouTube. By this point I hadn’t peed since I woke up, and drank a couple cups of water and some chai. I was maybe at a 7/10, I could feel my bladder under my skirt and started resting on my heel to help hold. The park I went to was completely empty and I found a nice hidden spot under a tree. This gave me a little confidence so I let myself leak a little :D. The warmth was sooooo perfect and the little twinge of pain from stopping a leak is equally as amazing. I continued to do that while making sure it didn’t get all over my skirt and that nobody was around! The pee started to pool under me, making my crotch all warm and wet :D My heart was beating so fast the whole time itwas crazy. After a while I stood up and emtpied my bladder in the grass, letting it run down my legs completely soak my underwear. I slid my underwear off and quickly put on the other pair I packed. The whole experience was so so exciting!!!!!! I hope someone enjoys reading this! Mayhaps I will post similar things if people do 🥸

Like what if we had a few beers and agreed not to pee…. And we get in bed, both of us swollen and full……. Making out and pressing our swollen full bladder bulges together, until one of us uncorks…. Gushing pee into the bed and all over each other, uncontrollable pissing.

both of you are touching yourselves beside one another. as you're rubbing yourself, you notice the feeling of water pressure building up, right in between your hips. it feels so fucking good to build on that feeling, like you're building up to overflow with cum. but then, you squirt out some piss. it isn't a whole lot, but it makes a delightful ringing hiss sound. the other notices and moans out, watching what you're doing.

"do it again."

you swirl your fingers on yourself again, gently building up the water pressure, and again, you let out a quick stream, a little more than last time. splashing against the wet spot from before. fuck. it's harder to stop yourself from full on pissing this time, but clenching yourself like that also feels shiveringly good.

I just can’t help myself, but when I have to pee, the attention on my pussy just makes me feel so turned on. And when I’m so turned on like that, it feels so good to finally pee. So I want to pee as much as possible, and I want to feel such a high ecstasy of relief from complete desperation, that I stretch my bladder out, holding as much pee as I can take. Then when I finally lose it, I can pee so hard, so far, and so much. I can enjoy the feeling of hot piss shooting from my pussy. I feel so turned on I could die. I love to rub my full full bladder, its weight bearing down on my clit and pee hole, making me throb, making me hot, making me drip. Making me leak. Piss seeping out of me as my bladder fights for relief.

So that’s how I found myself in the situation I was in, where I’d drank an entire 32oz modelo, and a lot of water, and I was stuck in traffic for an hour. My bladder was so full my head was spinning. My eyes were crossing. My pussy ached. My bladder ached, my clit ached. I was so turned on but also couldn’t think straight, piss urgency was all my mind could do. “Gotta pee gotta pee gotta go gotta piss fuck I’m gonna piss my car” was all I could think. All I could anticipate was my pussy shooting piss into my car… that and trying not to crash. I was so screwed. I had to go so bad and I was 32 minutes from home. I knew I wouldn’t make it. My mistake was that I overestimated myself. My bladder capacity, really. See, I’ve always had this fetish and I’ve stretched out my bladder over the years. Nothing major, but I have held to the point of swelling my bladder a few times before. I’ve gotten it to feel pretty big and firm, and I’ve pissed my heart out for minutes on end. I’ve gotten myself so lost in it that I’ve orgasmed during the pee explosion, giving myself a pee-gasm. It’s the most intense and sensational experience I could ever have, it’s the bladder relief of hours long desperation, it’s the feeling of hot piss jetting out of my body, it’s the throbbing clit helping to pump piss out faster and harder…… I’m in absolute heaven. I’m in pure ecstasy and relief. And the stakes are always so high, my bladder can get so big and so full, full to the point of exploding. And I let it explode out of my body, through my throbbing piss hole, shooting piss into the sky, across the room, into walls, shooting it into mattresses or towels or clothes or pillows or blankets…. Shooting piss through my panties, losing control completely, desperately pissing myself because I have no choice…. Shooting piss into pillows and humping them as I soak them involuntarily, just an exploding bladder….. And coming as I do it. So yeah I have some experience.

So there I was trapped in my car and absolutely losing my mind with pee desperation. I’m already sitting in a pee puddle. I’ve been seeping and leaking piss for a solid 10 minutes already, and I’m never going to make it. My bladder is visibly sagging out of my body, a bowling ball sitting between my hips.

I’m at 1,000% capacity and piss is coming out, right there in the car with “oh my god, I’m going…. Fuck, I’m peeing. I’m peeing. I’m peeing oh my god it feels so good.” And then I start to cum. I stop myself immediately. I can’t lose my whole bladder right here in my car. I know I’m going to piss, like, a gallon. I’m literally going to let out a horse piss and I can’t do that in my car. So I stop the pee and cum and just sit in my sopping mess, in absolute agony.

As I was saying, my bladder was too full. I thought I could handle it. I guzzled a whole 32 oz bottle of beer, and then so I could drive I drank almost my whole water bottle. I don’t know what I was thinking. I couldnt hold that much. I already had to go and I kept drinking. No, I kept guzzling. I was downing water as my bladder filled. Chugging liquids as they poured straight into my swollen bladder. My aching pussy. My swollen sopping wet clit begging me to drink more. I was hypnotized. I wanted to be huge. I wanted to be full like never before. I wanted to be rock hard, and I overdid it.

I was driving and squirming. My belly was so huge and hard. Touching my aching bladder and being shocked and concerned at how hard it was. I had to keep letting pee out. I had no choice. I pissed myself a little bit every few minutes, I just had to or I’d explode. My bladder was rock solid and HUGE. I had never seen it so big. I had no idea I could get so full. It was fucking amazing. I was ecstatic. It was so erotic, to see my tummy sag and stretch like that, to see my huge bulging bladder as a visible validating of my feelings — true and unavoidable piss desperation. I was squirming so bad. Lifting up and going back down, squeezing my thighs so tight they hurt. Knocking my knees together. My eyes were crossing my bladder was so big. I had to pee so so so so bad. I had never had to pee so bad in my life. I squirmed. I squirted out little jets and felt no relief. My nails dug into my steering wheel as pee dripped off my seat. Trying to drive my car was agonizing. I was squirming and spurting. I profoundly had to pee. It felt so good. It felt soooooo good. My clit throbbed. I squeezed my legs tighter and throbbed. I rubbed. I put my hand in between my legs. I pinched my pussy closed with my fingers and I still feel droplets squeak out. My bladder was pushing so hard to let pee out. I was letting it come out because I knew i had to or I’d burst, but I couldn’t truly piss like I needed to in my car. But god I needed to. I rocked my hips forward to try to make more room in my body for my aching, huge bladder. I hunched forward. I tugged the seatbelt off my tummy. My big bloated tummy. I moved the seatbelt away with my hands and realized how my bladder had just been pressing up against it.

I squirmed around and then I stared to really piss myself. I just couldn’t keep it in my tummy. My big bloated tummy couldn’t hold it in. Whenever I moved my legs even slightly open pee shot out. A strong jet, a rope. Id snap my legs shut with a splash. I couldn’t believe I was losing control, but then I really could because all I could even think about or feel was the desperate need to pee. I was so insanely turned on. I was ready to cum with the slightest touch.

I had a one track mind on my pussy. I had to piss so bad I could die. And I had to cum. But most importantly I had to piss, and in fact I was pissing, right then and there, into my panties and into my car seat. Pissing. I couldn’t stop I was so desperate, I couldn’t have physically stopped. I put my hand down there and clamped myself shut and piss droplets found their way out anyways. I whispered to myself “I’m peeing…”

I was driving. Driving and peeing. Fantasizing about piss jets and water fountains. I needed to spray like nobody’s business. I needed to GO. I ached. I was fully desperate. All I could see beyond the steering wheel was visions of myself spraying. On a bed, my hips lifting up involuntarily, spraying piss across the room. Hitting the wall with it. Moaning with relief, but not for 30 seconds. It takes me 30 seconds of full force squirting out a thick stream to even begin to feel relief. That’s how full I am. That’s how big my bladder is. That’s how stretched out my bladder is, how well trained I am. Years of bladder stretching and holding. I know my limits and I know I was surpassing them in this car, that’s why I was constantly pumping piss out the whole time into my nice car. Spraying my leather seats through my loose bikini.

Oh my god I was gonna pop. Fantasizing about shooting piss into the mattress. I wished I was home. I wished I could piss with abandon. I don’t want to keep pissing into my pathetic little hand. I wanted to hold. I was desperate to try. Keep it in. Hold it like a big girl. Hold your pee. So I clamped my legs shut. I felt a little puddle arise between my thighs. I felt so defeated. I looked down at my bladder and I felt couldn’t believe the size of it. I put my hand on it and stroked it and I couldn’t believe how sore it was. I was literally going to explode if I didn’t pee. I was beyond capacity and I knew I was going to burst. My bladder was going to pop. I was going to bust. I was going to blow. Bursting, bursting, bursting. Have to pee so bad. Head spinning eyes crossing, bladder exploding. I opened my legs. A thick spray of piss in every direction. I feel the build up to coming already. I’m shooting ropes into my car, while I’m sitting in traffic. I’m exploding. I’m peeing. God, I’m peeing. Fuck. I need to pee so much. Fuck. I don’t even feel relieved yet but it feels so good. I rest my hand on my bursting bladder and let myself piss, I feel the hot streams of piss hit the back of my legs, it’s truly jetting, I’ve rarely ever seen myself pee so hard. My little pussy needs to cum, and I’m about to cum right then and there, right into my piss puddle when all of a sudden traffic is moving and they’re honking at me. I snap my legs closed with a big splash. My rope of piss stops and immediately I’m in agony. My eyes are crossing, I’m trying to drive, but all I can think of is I have to pee so much more I have to pee so so so bad. My bladder is still very firm. Letting all that pee out only made it worse and now my pussy was absolutely throbbing with desire. My whole organ is swollen, red, hot, wet. Demanding attention. NEEDING to cum but NEEDING to piss even worse. “I need to piss like a racehorse,” I said and meant it. My clit was rock hard and standing up, pulsing and throbbing at the air, begging to cum. I was so turned on, so wet, so hard.

She loved pissing herself. She was overcome with desperate desire.

I ground my pussy into my wet puddle of a leather seat. My pussy throbbed. It threatened to cum every second. If I dared to touch my clit I would cum so hard I’d piss and crash. And god, I HAD TO PISS. PISS PISS. PEEEEE. PEEEE. SHOOOOOT PISSSSS is all I could think. My eyes crossing. Agonizing fantasies of shooting ropes of piss into my windshield. And suddenly it became real as my hips lifted and I just let my piss fly. I shot my piss right int my window. Hard. Fuck it felt good. I let it go. “I’m going I’m going. I’m peeing. Oh my god I’m peeing. I’m sorry. I’m going pee…”

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he always slept flat on his stomach. this position put a bit of pressure on his bladder but that had never been an issue before.

he woke up and slowly shifted onto his side. having lifted his crotch off the mattress he now felt something weird happening. he was peeing. just a trickle but pissing nonetheless. as soon as he realized, he tried to stop it with his hands, cupping his morning wood, but with his hands now occupied he fell back onto his front which unfortunately put the pressure back on his bladder.

there was no way he was going to stop. it was too late.

pee gushed out over his hands and onto his sheets. he cursed but the feeling of his hard cock pissing through his pj pants kind of… turned him on. the sound of liquid aggressively hitting the mattress was kind of… hot. his already hard morning wood twitched and the feeling of his dick moving against his hands, still grasping himself, sent tingling pleasure through his pelvic region. he couldn’t help but move his hips a bit.

he found himself grinding down, still wetting himself, his face burning and his heart racing.

fuck, i should piss myself more often.

his stream began to slow, but did not yet stop. he humped his own hands while peeing, not even wrapping his hands around his dick. he rutted into them uncontrollably, face buried in his pillow, as if he was possessed by some kinky demon. the pressure of his pending orgasm rose as the pressure of his stream slowed.

his breath quickened. his hips quickened. his finish grew near.

his stream of piss slowed almost to a stop.

he rolled onto his side again and his hips jerked as he came. his soaked hands moved to grip the bedsheets as if to anchor himself. he shot ropes into his pj pants (which he always went commando in) and humped the air. at the apex of his last thrust, with the tip of his penis pushing against the fabric of his pants, his last spurt of pee shot out with force caused by his contracting muscles. it was propelled through the wet fabric and pattered onto the bed sheets, just outside of the already existing wet spot.

he had rarely cum so hard. he rolled onto his back and lay there panting. the feeling of drops of piss running down the shaft of his cock kept him hard and in another minute or so of rest he’d be going for round two. his mind was truly empty, numb from the devastating, pissing orgasm he had just had.

Like what if we had a few beers and agreed not to pee…. And we get in bed, both of us swollen and full……. Making out and pressing our swollen full bladder bulges together, until one of us uncorks…. Gushing pee into the bed and all over each other, uncontrollable pissing.