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Wet Stories
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*Male desperation story*
My name is Rian, I am 21 years old, and am a full time art student.
The whole college stereotype of college, the living off of Ramen and getting 3+ hours of sleep is all true. I've been running on empty for a while. A few weeks ago, I had a really important lecture in the morning. Of course, it would happen to me, I had been so tired the night before I'd forgotten to set my alarm. I was literally scrambling out the door to make it to the lesson on time. I had just enough time to comb through my hair, get dressed, grab my bag and go. I picked up some coffee on campus. I walked into the door with about two minutes until the lecture started. I went back to my normal seat closer to the back of the room. About ten minutes into the lecture, I'd realized I had to pee. The urge wasn't terrible, but I was pretty uncomfortable in my situation. I decided I would wait it out. But the two hour lecture was ten minutes in, and my need to pee would gradually grow. I pushed my coffee aside trying to take down some good notes. About a half hour had passed, I had noticed when checking my phone. But as soon as I stopped writing notes down, which was keeping my mind busy, my bladder throbbed. I bit my lip in frustration. I knew that if I left, not only would it disrupt everybody else along with the professor, but I wouldn't be let back in, and I would miss the rest of the lecture. 40 minutes in, about 80 left and I was already needing a toilet pretty badly. All I had to do was keep my mind in a different place and I would be fine, I thought to myself. I was sucked into the lecture and was jotting down notes like crazy. Before I knew it the lecture was 3 quarters done. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed my bladder at all. But as what happened before, the minute I started thinking about it, the worse I was. My bladder was close to being full and my palms started to sweat. It didn't help that I was anxious which made my bladder fill up even faster. I was contemplating whether or not to leave. I had gotten some pretty good notes, and maybe someone else in the lesson would let me use theirs. Although, I didn't know anyone all too well and I was pretty shy. The girl, Sarah, who usually sits near me wasn't at the lecture that day. But she might have just chosen a later one to go to. I took a deep breath and wiped my hands on my jeans, squeezing my thighs together. I pulled my phone out of my pocket again and decided to text her. I sent her this. "Hey didn't see you at the lecture this morning, you going to be at a later one?" "Yeah, I knew I would be too tired to make it to the early one, why?" she wrote back. "Oh okay, and I have to leave a little early from it and was wondering if I could copy a few of your notes from the end half." "Of course! Why do you have to leave early? Busy?" I replied one more time "Yeah I have a few things to do!" "Okay! Well do you want to get coffee when you leave the lecture? I can meet you on campus. If not it's definitely okay, I understand you're busy, but it's just an idea :)" Shit. Of course I had to meet her. I actually liked her a bit, and she was the one asking me out to do something. I was hoping getting coffee wouldn't last longer than maybe fifteen to twenty minutes. I was already growing more and more in pain and I had a half full cup of coffee next to me. I texted her back. "Sure, I'll be out of here in a few minutes." I quietly gathered up my things and headed down the stairs to the door silently apologizing to the professor. I walked back to the campus, my mind fixated on my aching bladder. I stood around waiting for Sarah, anxiously tapping my feet. I could probably sneak off to a bathroom. I had started walking away when I heard Sarah calling my name. "Rian! Hey!" She ran up to me. My bladder pounded, and I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to hold it. I winced at the pain. "Hey, ready?" I asked. We walked talking about the lecture and I let her know what she was in for. I still couldn't keep my mind off my bladder. Once we got to the coffee place on campus I ordered just a small coffee. We sat down at the table and every time I moved, more pressure was added to my bladder. I shook my leg furiously. Either way, I could still be stuck at the lecture. We were talking about nonsense when I stopped talking mid sentence. I wave of desperation hit me and my bladder went into spasms. It took everything I had to hold back the jet of pee waiting to come out, without grabbing my crotch. I couldn't let Sarah know I had to pee this bad. I was shy enough as it is, and I was even shier about letting people, even close friends and family about letting them know I had to pee. My face got hot for a minute and the feeling passed. "Are you alright?" Sarah had asked me. "Uh yeah I'm fine." I forced myself to finish off the cup of coffee. Those small 12 ounces felt as if they went straight to my bladder. I didn't know how much longer I could hold everything in. "Are you done with that? Do you want me to throw your's out?" she had asked me. "Oh no it's okay, let me get your's." I stood up and I immediately regretted it. I doubled over in pain. I few spurts of pee leaked from my spastic bladder. I quickly gripped my crotch for a few seconds, hoping nobody saw. "Are you sure you're okay? Let me walk you back to your dorm." The walk back was about 5 minutes. Come on, you can make it five more minutes, I had thought to myself. Each time I took a step, I could feel myself growing more and more desperate. The liquid inside my bladder shook as I continued to walk. We continued to walk when another moment of desperation came over me. I would have pissed my pants if I hadn't grabbed my crotch right them. Sarah looked over at me with a weird expression. "I'm so sorry, I have to pee so bad. I had to go so bad during the lecture, that's why I was leaving early and needed your notes." I could hardly move I was in so much pain. "You're sorry? I'm the one that asked you out to coffee. If I would have known I wouldn't have asked you. Can you make it back to your dorm? it's only two minutes, I can promise you that." I quickly managed to make my way into the dorms. I stopped cold in front of my door. A giant spurt of piss leaked into my jeans, a wet spot slowly forming. Shit. I scrambled to find my room key while holding my crotch trying to stop the flow. I found the key, trying to jam it into the keyhole with my shaking hands. Sarah took the key from me and unlocked the door for me. Pee kept streaming out of me. I ran into the bathroom finishing peeing. I didn't even bother checking to see if Sarah was still waiting outside. I was too embarrassed to go check. We're going out now, but to this day I'm still completely mortified about the whole thing.
My name is Rian, I am 21 years old, and am a full time art student.
The whole college stereotype of college, the living off of Ramen and getting 3+ hours of sleep is all true. I've been running on empty for a while. A few weeks ago, I had a really important lecture in the morning. Of course, it would happen to me, I had been so tired the night before I'd forgotten to set my alarm. I was literally scrambling out the door to make it to the lesson on time. I had just enough time to comb through my hair, get dressed, grab my bag and go. I picked up some coffee on campus. I walked into the door with about two minutes until the lecture started. I went back to my normal seat closer to the back of the room. About ten minutes into the lecture, I'd realized I had to pee. The urge wasn't terrible, but I was pretty uncomfortable in my situation. I decided I would wait it out. But the two hour lecture was ten minutes in, and my need to pee would gradually grow. I pushed my coffee aside trying to take down some good notes. About a half hour had passed, I had noticed when checking my phone. But as soon as I stopped writing notes down, which was keeping my mind busy, my bladder throbbed. I bit my lip in frustration. I knew that if I left, not only would it disrupt everybody else along with the professor, but I wouldn't be let back in, and I would miss the rest of the lecture. 40 minutes in, about 80 left and I was already needing a toilet pretty badly. All I had to do was keep my mind in a different place and I would be fine, I thought to myself. I was sucked into the lecture and was jotting down notes like crazy. Before I knew it the lecture was 3 quarters done. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed my bladder at all. But as what happened before, the minute I started thinking about it, the worse I was. My bladder was close to being full and my palms started to sweat. It didn't help that I was anxious which made my bladder fill up even faster. I was contemplating whether or not to leave. I had gotten some pretty good notes, and maybe someone else in the lesson would let me use theirs. Although, I didn't know anyone all too well and I was pretty shy. The girl, Sarah, who usually sits near me wasn't at the lecture that day. But she might have just chosen a later one to go to. I took a deep breath and wiped my hands on my jeans, squeezing my thighs together. I pulled my phone out of my pocket again and decided to text her. I sent her this. "Hey didn't see you at the lecture this morning, you going to be at a later one?" "Yeah, I knew I would be too tired to make it to the early one, why?" she wrote back. "Oh okay, and I have to leave a little early from it and was wondering if I could copy a few of your notes from the end half." "Of course! Why do you have to leave early? Busy?" I replied one more time "Yeah I have a few things to do!" "Okay! Well do you want to get coffee when you leave the lecture? I can meet you on campus. If not it's definitely okay, I understand you're busy, but it's just an idea :)" Shit. Of course I had to meet her. I actually liked her a bit, and she was the one asking me out to do something. I was hoping getting coffee wouldn't last longer than maybe fifteen to twenty minutes. I was already growing more and more in pain and I had a half full cup of coffee next to me. I texted her back. "Sure, I'll be out of here in a few minutes." I quietly gathered up my things and headed down the stairs to the door silently apologizing to the professor. I walked back to the campus, my mind fixated on my aching bladder. I stood around waiting for Sarah, anxiously tapping my feet. I could probably sneak off to a bathroom. I had started walking away when I heard Sarah calling my name. "Rian! Hey!" She ran up to me. My bladder pounded, and I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to hold it. I winced at the pain. "Hey, ready?" I asked. We walked talking about the lecture and I let her know what she was in for. I still couldn't keep my mind off my bladder. Once we got to the coffee place on campus I ordered just a small coffee. We sat down at the table and every time I moved, more pressure was added to my bladder. I shook my leg furiously. Either way, I could still be stuck at the lecture. We were talking about nonsense when I stopped talking mid sentence. I wave of desperation hit me and my bladder went into spasms. It took everything I had to hold back the jet of pee waiting to come out, without grabbing my crotch. I couldn't let Sarah know I had to pee this bad. I was shy enough as it is, and I was even shier about letting people, even close friends and family about letting them know I had to pee. My face got hot for a minute and the feeling passed. "Are you alright?" Sarah had asked me. "Uh yeah I'm fine." I forced myself to finish off the cup of coffee. Those small 12 ounces felt as if they went straight to my bladder. I didn't know how much longer I could hold everything in. "Are you done with that? Do you want me to throw your's out?" she had asked me. "Oh no it's okay, let me get your's." I stood up and I immediately regretted it. I doubled over in pain. I few spurts of pee leaked from my spastic bladder. I quickly gripped my crotch for a few seconds, hoping nobody saw. "Are you sure you're okay? Let me walk you back to your dorm." The walk back was about 5 minutes. Come on, you can make it five more minutes, I had thought to myself. Each time I took a step, I could feel myself growing more and more desperate. The liquid inside my bladder shook as I continued to walk. We continued to walk when another moment of desperation came over me. I would have pissed my pants if I hadn't grabbed my crotch right them. Sarah looked over at me with a weird expression. "I'm so sorry, I have to pee so bad. I had to go so bad during the lecture, that's why I was leaving early and needed your notes." I could hardly move I was in so much pain. "You're sorry? I'm the one that asked you out to coffee. If I would have known I wouldn't have asked you. Can you make it back to your dorm? it's only two minutes, I can promise you that." I quickly managed to make my way into the dorms. I stopped cold in front of my door. A giant spurt of piss leaked into my jeans, a wet spot slowly forming. Shit. I scrambled to find my room key while holding my crotch trying to stop the flow. I found the key, trying to jam it into the keyhole with my shaking hands. Sarah took the key from me and unlocked the door for me. Pee kept streaming out of me. I ran into the bathroom finishing peeing. I didn't even bother checking to see if Sarah was still waiting outside. I was too embarrassed to go check. We're going out now, but to this day I'm still completely mortified about the whole thing.
