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Fandom: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

When Ferris felt the familiar pressure in his abdomen in first period, he was about to raise his hand to ask to go the the bathroom. But then he remembered how strict these teachers were on letting students go to the bathroom. They almost never let students use the bathroom during class. So he was just going to have to hold it until first period ended.

When the bell rang, he gathered up his things and walked out of the classroom. He stood in front of the bathroom, about to go in. But then he got an idea. He wanted to see how long he could hold his bladder until school ended.

He didn’t know why he wanted to do this, he knew it was pretty dumb. But hey, you only live once right.

So he passed the bathroom and went to 2nd period.

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“You’re holding in your pee all day?” Cameron asked. Ferris nodded. “That can’t be healthy dude.”

“It should be fine just until school ends.”

“But can’t that do damage to the bladder or something?”

“Maybe. But I think I’ll be ok.”

“So, his full is your bladder right now?”

“Pretty full. I already have to use the bathroom.”

“This is pretty stupid Ferris. But, whatever.”

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In 4th period, the period before lunch, Ferris was squirming in his seat. He needed to pee so badly. But he told himself to keep stamina and hold it.

When he walked passed the bathroom as he was heading to the cafeteria. He stopped and stared at the door. Debating whether or whether not he should go in.

No. He couldn’t give up now. He was going to make it.

During lunch he tried not to drink a lot of his milk. He only had a few sips.

Gym was next, and it was the hardest class. It’s very hard to run when your bladder is about to burst. Only 2 more classes left. He could do this.

6th period was spent moving around, squeezing his legs together tight, and breathing heavily. The other students gave Ferris weird looks, but they just ignored him.

7th period was just miserable. His abdomen was on fire. But he was happy it was the last class of the day. After this class there was a 5 minute bus ride to his house and then he could relive himself.

He wasn’t even paying attention to the teacher, he was just focused on not wetting himself.

But then, he felt a squirt come out.

He panicked and squeezed his legs tighter. He looked over at the clock that was over the door. Only 10 minutes left. He could do this.

He fidgeted with his pencil and tried to focus on his breathing and not his full bladder.

More squirts came out and a small wet patch was forming on his pants.

One squirt after one squirt. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The bell finally rang. He ran out the door. More drops were coming out.

Once he was on the bus, there was already a pretty big wet spots on his pants. But there was still more in his bladder.

Then, a stream started. He didn’t even try to stop it. There was no use.

A packed tour bus with a few dozen beefy hairy business guys in suit and tie heading out early to a big sales conference after a weekend living large in vegas.

They get stuck in bumper to bumper traffic and the chemical toilet door jams shut right as the cheap hotel coffee is hitting their system.

Most of ‘em slept late and didn’t have a chance to hit the John before boarding.

The driver refuses to let the most frantic guys off in the middle of traffic and next thing you know suits start getting soiled and these high powered sales studs are pulling towels out of their duffle bags to use for relief, hairy leaking cocks and puckered bubble buttholes pressed into expensive cotton as the guys do what they have to do.

New Year's Eve celebrations leave lads in desperate situations around the world. From overcrowded bars to transit delays this one night a year is one you are sure to witness handsome men on the verge of pissing their pants with no choice but to explode shamelessly behind cover of a wall, tree or semi-private street.

Large public events with limited chemical toilets guarantee dozens of overconfident studs experience some of the most urgent moments of their year (or even decade).

The first year I attended the big count down, the queue at the first relief station was so long at 5pm (before the major drinking even began) that event organizers were turning men away, directing them to public restrooms and station toilets while a striking scruffy lad of about 25 in clear agony, begged guys for their spot in line.

They were not receptive. “We all gotta piss bad dude. Go find a bush.”

“I can’t wait… i just can’t” the lad muttered to his mates before rushing away with them in the direction of the station.

Once situated, it was all but impossible to go for a bathroom break without losing your spot with your friends. Many lads only discovered this when they wanted to go for their first piss of the evening and so from about 9pm to midnight, hundreds of men simply held their beer and soda as best they could.

Some could not.

In the time leading up to midnight I saw half a dozen guys hurrying out in humiliation with piss-soaked attire and many others in various states of bathroom desperation.

At 20 minutes to midnight i realized more and more couples were making their way to the portables and it hit me that this massive crowd of cocky lads, holding back gallons of hot urgent beer piss as best they could until midnight would have absolutely nowhere to relieve themselves with all the toilets occupied by the mass of couples queueing up already.

Midnight struck and as the new year began so did a frantic search for a place to piss.

Hunks, studs, beefy bros made their way out in a hurry all with a single, overwhelming need.

“We gotta find bathrooms. That beer man- ”

“Jeezus christ! I gotta take a leak so bad I gotta find a restroom or-”

“The lines are so long dawg. I’m ain’t gonna make it. Gotta find somewhere else to-”

Men danced in place in the queues as the most desperate lads crowded into alleys, security driving them away, belts open, cocks brimming with piss.

These hunks were doing everything they could to hold on but the battle with their bladders was one that many just couldn’t win.

One particularly handsome college bro simply sat down on a bench and pissed himself right there, head in his hands as he flooded his crisp new jeans.

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1. “Oh God! Hurry up! I’m bursting”“I know. I shouldn’t have locked the toilet door!”“Oh help me!” You see the guy grabbing his crotch and moan. The dam has been broken. The piss keeps running out of his long cock like tapwater. He moaned in relief and flushed in embarrassment. You just hug him and tell him this can happen to anyone. Then your erections touch his wet groin. Then you two start to play.

2. “I got the key now!”You open the toilet door. He runs in with wetting trousers, and whips out his cock. He moans in relief when the waterfall is released. You are just quick enough to take his cock and drink the golden steamy piss from the tap, or masturbate until he cums before he finishes pissing. The guy moans out loud and loves everything you do to him.

3. It’s 1+2. You cannot find the key and you just unzip and yank his dribbling cock and tell him to pee in your mouth.He hesitates but his bladder forces him to release the pent-up steamy urine. You drink it all and start to suck it. You get hard when you hear the guy pants, sighs, moans, and screams in pleasure.

I return shortly with keys to see the tech guy, Aaron, furiously working his dick through his chinos, which now display a large wet area at the crotch.  His face is red, and he stutters, “I - I couldn’t hold it in.”

I smile.  “Not a problem.  We’ll go up to the guest apartment and get those pants washed.  Follow me.”

We take the elevator to a penthouse suite and step into a comfortable living area.  When I look back at Aaron, I note that the wet area has spread down his leg despite his frantic hand activity.  I point to a door and tell him, “Go in there and take off your wet things, and be sure to empty your pockets.  You can take a shower if you like.  Use one of the towels to wrap around yourself and bring your clothes into the kitchen.  There’s a utility room with a washer and dryer.”

Ten minutes later he emerges, clad only in a towel, his clothes in hand.  I put them in the washing machine and I have cold beers waiting as we sit at the kitchen table.  I admire his somewhat hairy, well-toned torso.

“Are you expected home at any particular time?” I ask.

He shakes his head.  “Nope.  I live by myself.  Nobody expects me.”

“Fine!  There’s a variety of dinners in the freezer, so we we’re set for the evening.”

We talk a bit about his work, and then I comment, “I suppose a full bladder is one of your occupational hazards.”  I wink.

He blushes.  “We’re not supposed to be intrusive.  Some people don’t like strangers using their bathroom.”

“So you’re supposed to hold it.”

Playing with my wiener helped a little.  Yes, I’m not too old to get it up, and holding my pee was my inspiration.  Now that I’d had all that coffee, I knew it wasn’t a false alarm.  I get those sometimes, a strong urge to pee when I know my bladder isn’t that full, but if I ride it out the urgency goes away.  This urgency wasn’t going away.  I had to piss pretty bad!

I tried to distract myself by cleaning up the kitchen and putting a load of laundry in the washer, but I leaked just enough to make my briefs damp.  A little wanking stopped the leaking but not the urgency.  I was about to go pee in my pants!  “Not yet, not yet,” I kept telling myself.  And I did manage to hold it in another few minutes before the Big Spurt.  I ran for the bathroom.

I was a bad dude today.  This afternoon I was at a neighbor’s barbecue, had four of his beers, and of course my bladder got so full I couldn’t ignore it any longer.  I regretted not taking a leak before I went there, but it was too late now.  I wasn’t going to stand in line at the bathroom door with the ladies, and there were too many kids running around to piss behind his garage, so I finished my beer and said my goodbyes.  When I got home I got a beer from the fridge, and I thought I’d see what was on TV, but I didn’t want to get my chair wet, so I went out back to prune some shrubs.  I really, really had to go weewee!  I remembered as a kid, playing in my back yard and needing to wee so bad but not wanting to go in.  

Just like at the house I grew up in, my yard is pretty private, so no one could see me playing with my dick through my jeans to hold it in - then and now - and I finished my beer.  The urges were becoming strong now, and I kept saying to myself, “Not yet, you can wait,” and I got myself another beer.  I had to piss so freakin’ bad!  Then I could feel the wetness in my briefs.  I was starting to leak, and I knew I’d start to spurt real soon.  I ran for the lilac bushes and hastily yanked my half-hard dick out just as my sphincter gave up.  I pissed for over a minute, and it was the most glorious feeling!

No one would be home until 6:00, so after school I had the house to myself for three hours.  When the mood hit me, I wouldn’t pee at school all day and I’d take a long, long drink at the water fountain before I left, so I really had to go when I got home.  I’d drink more water and/or soda and change into some old pants.  Maybe I’d start my homework, but I wouldn’t be able to concentrate for long.  I’d keep drinking and holding my pee until even squeezing my dick wouldn’t keep me from leaking, but I’d prolong that “got-to-pee-bad” feeling for as long as I could until I started to wet my pants.  Then I’d take a very satisfying piss in the toilet.

When my parents got home we had supper by 7:00 and then I’d go up to my room, ostensibly to do my homework.  All the water I’d been drinking was still working, and I learned that after a long hold I couldn’t hold as well for the next few hours, so I’d have another desperation session in my room.  I had a plastic bag in my wastebasket in case I couldn’t get downstairs to the bathroom in time.  I cleaned my own room and did my own laundry by that time, so no one knew what I was up to.  After all that holding, sometimes I’d wake up before morning needing to pee BAD, usually with a hardon as well, so I’d have more fun with that.