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Posted by pee4all on January 04, 2000 at 21:46

Here I sit, wondering why I do this to myself. I've been turned on by pants peeing for years and always thought it sinful and shameful. So, here I am, wiggling and squirming in my chair, trying to type, yet drinking more beer to get that feeling more intense. I have already released some while sitting on the toilet my penis wedged between my thighs so that it runs down over my balls and over my butt before splashing into the water below. Then I put on my underpants to get that nice warm wet feeling. Rugs and the fact that I'm sitting on my roommate's dining room chair prevents me from just letting go right here. My roommate is here and doesn't have a clue.

It all started while at work today. I work in Seattle and live in one of the towns not far from Julie. This presents itself with some of the worst traffic in the nation. However, since I ride my motorcycle to and from work, it's not too bad. I can use the car pool lanes and get along pretty quickly. I had to work late, a couple hours, tonight and since we have to go to the reception desk to get the key to use the bathroom I didn't want to take the time. Unfortunately, even as I was putting on my motorcycle duds, I was having trouble containing myself and had to sit down in order to control the urge. After putting my riding pants on over my slacks and all my other gear, I was off to the parking lot to head home, a 40 minute ride at best. Finishing my preparations at the bike was excruciating, causing me to do a little wiggle and dance. However, if you're like me, it never seems as bad if you're moving. It's those times when you stop that things seem to get intense. Ahhhhh... but this time was a little different as the urge kept building. Seattle's freeways are made of concrete and have nice little expansion joints in them. Every time I hit one of those joints, the the jolt went right to my overworked bladder. The pain was awful and glorious. At each bump, it felt that I was going to let go. On down I-5 I went, waiting for the flood to happen, but I was able to contain it. I-405 was next and as I traveled, looking for a place to get out of the carpool lane the urge came, again, but stronger. As the merge to I-167 happens, the traffic slows and I found myself beginning to squirm, with 10 miles left to go. I don't like being really desperate on the bike because you need every bit of attention to continue to ride safely, but here I was. I felt a small leak dribble out of me and into my underwear. Where was this going to end? I-167 is a very tough freeway to get anywhere on, but I was lucky today and the carpool lane was open, allowing me to travel at 70 mph or better. I thought that I had it licked. Those bumps though... each undulation of my suspension against my bladder brought cold chills and, even sometimes a little spurt to my pants. But I still trudged on, thinking that as long as I was at speed...
But things never seem to work out as you expect them to. As I was getting off the freeway I noticed a new light had been lit on my bike. The fuel light. Now, I don't like to have to get fuel in the morning on the way to work. I never have enough time. So, I decided that I really needed to fuel up now. Fortunately, the gas station was just across the street so I pulled in. And immediately froze. I couldn't move to get off without letting go. As I slowly swung my leg off the motorcycle, I felt a big spurt come out. Ahhh, what a relieve. With my black riding pants no one notice.
The worst thing in the world is trying not to go pee when you're stuck somewhere and can't walk or move around. I had to hold onto the hose as I pumped the gas in. My upper body was very still while everything below my waist was in constant movement. I crossed my legs... I jumped up and down.. I shifted from foot to foot.. anything that I could do to release some of the pressure.. And the sound of the gasoline flowing into the tank made it excrutiatinglyh difficult to hold on. Another long spurt found it's way out and now I could feel it winding it's way down my thigh. Finally, I was able to put the hose back on the pump and struggle up on the bike. Two more miles to get home.. The odd things was that on that last stretch, thinking that I was home free, I felt something warm in my pants.. first around my crotch and down my balls, then to the top of the legs and pooling around my butt. What a glorious feeling. But I couldn't feel myself peeing. I was able to stem the flow and thought that I was now done, but... getting off the bike at my garage.. the movement of swinging, again, my leg over the seat to get off was more than I could bear. The flood began in earnest and continued as I walked up to the door and fished my keys out of my pockets, leaving a stream of water all the way to the bike.

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