“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God". The Boy Scout said, as he jumped from one leg to the next, before leaning himself against the door, desperately holding his crotch. He has been waiting all day, desperate to use the urinal, yet the bathroom remains locked. The Scoutmaster was using the bathroom, releasing his steamy piss into the small toilet below, the long sighs coming from the bathroom was making the boy even more desperate than he already is. As he waited for the toilet to free up, he thought back to earlier today and wondered how he ended up like this, on the verge of wetting himself outside of the bathroom door.
Earlier in the day he had been drinking a ton of water in addition to the milk and beverages he had earlier in the morning, and he haven’t had a chance to relieve himself of those liquids. The moment the Scout was heading to the bathroom at his home, his father told him they had to leave now so he wouldn’t be late. The boy was getting fairly desperate, but deduced that he can pee at the church, and so he quickly put on his scout uniform and got into his dad’s car as they made their way to the church. Despite the desperate car ride, the boy managed to hold on and hold in his pee. Once he was dropped off, he immediately sprinted to the toilets where unfortunately he was stopped by a plumber who told him that there was a problem in the men’s room and that they were going through some repairs in the plumbing. See in the men’s room, there was only one toilet and one urinal, both the toilet and urinal were small and only one person could use it at a time, as it could be locked like a normal private bathroom. It was the only bathroom within the entire church, not counting the ladies room, which was locked and off limits. The boy grabbed himself again in desperation and said to the plumber that he couldn’t hold it for much longer and told him to try and hurry it up, with the last thing he heard from the plumber as he was making his way to the meeting room the scouts were in was “Well you should have gone earlier.” Something that the Scout knew he should have done and regretted not doing before. He squeezed his crotch one last time to get a better hold of his bladder before he entered the room, the meeting started shortly after.
For the most part, the Scout was too distracted with his hot need to focus on the Scout meeting, no matter how hard he tried paying attention to take his mind of of his bladder. Each time he slipped away from the meeting briefly to see if the bathroom was fixed and free, he was always stopped by the Scoutmaster. He was told to go back and wait until the meeting was over before he can use the toilet. Not that it mattered, considering he found the plumbers still working on bathroom every time. He was led back to the meeting room with the other Scouts in it. He had noticed that while walking, the Scoutmaster briefly tensed up for a moment, sucking in a bit of air through his teeth and grabbing his crotch briefly. The boy didn’t think much of this at the time as he was too busy dealing with his own urine needs. The same problem had ensued with the other Scouts, all of them were in urgent need of a piss, but they couldn’t leave for the meeting was not over and the toilets were still under repair. After a couple hours of waiting and waiting, they were finally released as the meeting ended. All of the scouts quickly ran to the bathroom, except for the desperate scout himself, he was so full of urine inside of his bladder that he could barley move. All he can do was grab his crotch with both hands and strode his way to the toilet. All of the other Scouts got to the bathroom where they found that the bathroom was still under repair, all of the scouts could do nothing but wait and hope that the bathroom will be open soon. All of them immediately formed a line, with some scouts grabbing their crotches, some hunching forward in an effort to contain the pee inside their bladders, but almost all of them expressed their need for a bathroom by moaning, breathing, and praying that they won’t piss themselves in their shorts.
The boy finally got to the bathroom where he saw the long line and immediately moaned in agony, jumping up and down. He desperately needs to to go, but there’s nothing he can do about it. So without any other options to consider, he quickly took his place in line, at the very back. Finally after 15 more minutes of waiting, the bathroom was fixed and the toilet and urinal were back in service. However the plumber wasn’t done yet, deciding to have one last bit of fun with the situation, told the desperate boys that he needs to make sure that the toilet is truly working, and that no one is allowed to come in until he says so. The Desperate Scouts watched and waited in anticipation and desperation as the plumber turned his back to them, facing the toilet, and released a thick stream of urine into the porcelain bowl below him. The Boys groaned as the have to wait even longer than they have to for their sweet relief, the plumber remarked a couple times on how good this felt. Despite the Boys’ desire to push the plumber out of the way and release their own streams into the toilet, they didn’t do anything except continue to watch him, for they feared the plumber might prolong their relief even longer. After an unusually long piss from the plumber, in no small part due to him pinching his penis to artificially make his stream last longer, he grabbed his toolbox and told the scouts warmly that the bathroom was all theirs, and left. The first two boys waiting in line quickly ran into the bathroom, not even bothering to lock the door, and hurriedly pulled their leaking dicks from their shorts and sprayed everywhere before aiming their dicks into the white gleaming bowls. Everyone was simply too desperate for privacy. It was decided beforehand that 2 boys at a time will use the bathroom, as to not only speed-up the line, but also provide double the relief than if only one used it at a time. The Boy meanwhile, was growing and more and more desperate by the minute. The Troop was very large and It was a very long line for the toilet, with him stuck at the very end. He watched as every other boy go in and out of the bathroom, releasing their golden streams into the porcelain bowls and coming out very relieved, with wet spots on their shorts to show the desperation that ensued and the close calls they had to pissing themselves. It was torturous to say the least, and he was growing more and more worried he won’t make it in time. He had to go far worse than any them for much, much longer, it was unfair. However it will soon be his turn and he will get to release his stream into the toilet, he just has to hold on. And so he did, and he waited, and waited, and waited, until he was the only one left, relief was near at last.
That was, until his Scoutmaster came. He was running to the bathroom door with both hands bound to his crotch, very much leaking as the giant stain on his green shorts showed. When he got there, he moaned as he saw the boy in front of him, desperately waiting to use the urinal, doing a pee pee dance as a last ditch effort to hold in the pee. He moaned even more so when he saw through the open door the sight of two boys relieving themselves in the bathroom, who were just about to finish up. The Scoutmaster simply couldn’t hold it anymore, he had been holding it for a very, very long time, longer than the most of the boys beforehand. He thought he could maintain self-control and try to hold it as he had a very strong bladder, however as time went on throughout the day he was losing that self-control and resorted to grabbing himself, before then jumping up and down, and finally doing his own pee pee dance. He also watched as the boys were relieving themselves in the bathroom and just hoped the line was gone by the time it was an emergency. The last time he checked, he saw that the line was gone and thought the bathroom was empty, so he ran towards it not realizing of the boy standing there. And here he is now, he thought he could still hold it as he would let the boy in front go pee first, and then his turn would be next. However his bladder disagreed, it simply could not hold a drop more, and he was peeing himself right now. He asked the boy if he could use the toilet next, and the Boy Scout was about to object when the two boys who were in there, had finished up and zipped up, and left, saying to them that the bathroom is free.
The Scoutmaster quickly took this opportunity and said Thanks quietly to the boy, running in with his hand grabbing and crushing his dick and leaking a trail of piss on the floor. He slammed the door shut and locked it on accident, it was a force of habit as he wanted to let the boy in too. But he was a stickler for privacy, he quickly took his stance in front of the small toilet bowl and unbuttoned his shorts as he aimed his leaking pipe into the toilet. “But I…” is all that the boy could say as his Scoutmaster ran in. He tried to run in too, but he was stopped as the door slammed in his face. He put one hand up on the door trying to stop it from closing but it was already shut. As he tried to open the door, he found that it was locked and so he begin knocking on the door, begging the Scoutmaster to open it’s so he can pee. The Scoutmaster responded by saying he couldn’t as he was already going, while at the same time he was releasing his giant stream of piss into the toilet. The boy moaned as he could only imagine the scene that was going on inside the bathroom. The Scoutmaster’s shorts and small underwear were slid all the way down to his ankles, revealing his nice toned ass, his big thighs and his long legs, which were stanced far apart on both sides of the toilet, were covered by his green wool knee socks. He was holding his cock with both hands, aiming towards the bowl, his head thrown back in the relief, sighing very loudly like he was having a nice cum. On the floor was his trail of piss leading from the door to his stained shorts.
Meanwhile the boy went back to holding himself, leaning against the door, praying he wouldn’t piss himself all over his shorts. And then he felt it, a leak, and a big one at that, he moaned in agony. Oh how he wished he could be in there right now, peeing into the small vacant urinal. But alas, he is here in holding, he could do nothing except hope that he could maintain his full bladder, filled with pee for just a little while longer. His turn will come eventually…
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