Traffic was backed up. A car accident up ahead. And I was close to having an accident of my own. Me and my friend, Danny, had just left the concert venue. We were both sure we could hold it. He seemed sure of himself when he saw how long the lines were and how chaotic it was. As much as I didn’t like the idea of waiting in the line, I wasn’t sure I could make it.
I was too lost in the music, having far too many waters, sodas and even an iced tea thrown in.
My bladder, even sitting down, not moving much, sent out signals and urgency. It’s never felt so full and aching. And I couldn’t even close my legs or hold my cock. I squirmed slightly as traffic moved as slow as a snail. The pressure intense and huge. It felt like a burning rock was settled in my stomach, trying to escape out my dick.
My body trembled with the effort of holding myself together.
“How much longer you think?” Danny asked, squirming in his seat.
I looked at the GPS. “It says likely, about forty five minutes.”
“Is there any like, gas station or rest stop near by?” He said, gripping the door tightly.
I looked on the map, fighting my own body. Now if I lose control, he will too. “Yeah, next exit. A ten minute trip, if we can manage to get past the traffic.”
Danny swallowed, his fear visible on his face. “I gotta be honest, I’m not sure I can make it.”
I met his eyes. “Same. I’m not sure I can make it either.”
Danny cursed, looking around. “Is there any bottles back here?”
I shook my head, my bladder lurching painfully in desperation as I inhaled sharply. “No. I cleaned it out before we left.”
Danny breathed evenly, as if he were a woman in labor. “I can do this.”
I looked back to the road, doing my best to not pay attention to my friend who had the freedom to squirm, put his thighs together or hold himself.
I was stuck. With my legs apart, gripping the steering wheel and praying to any god that I don’t wet myself.
It took ten minutes to finally get moving past the traffic. My friend resorting to holding his dick so tightly, like a child. He whined in the passenger seat. It made a sympathetic wave of desperation go through me, causing me to leak right as I had to really press on the gas pedal. “Fuck, don’t do that.”
Danny looked over, nearly panting with effort. “Sorry. I…Im just close to losing it. I started leaking. I barely got it to stop.” He trembled holding himself, legs brought tightly together.
I breathed through my own urgency. “Just five more minutes.” I put the flashers on, choosing speed over safety. “Hold on.”
Danny groaned as the new speed put more pressure on him. With one hand on his dick, his leg brought over to close it in, his other hand gripping the steering wheel, I knew he wasn’t making it two steps out of the car.
I wasn’t gonna nake it two steps out of the car. My entire body trembled and vibrated with the effort to hold while also fucking driving. I whined as I saw the exit, my dick finally leaking. “Fuck, fuck I’m not gonna make it…” I whined.
With the exit so close, I was able to bring a hand to my cock, helping stop the leak, trembling with the effort of holding.
Danny nearly whimpered. “Bro..I’m not gonna make it.” His entire body seemed to vibrate with his effort.
More only seemed to leak from me despite my efforts.
Danny whimpered. “Fuck, I’m peeing..I can’t hold it.”
I parked and Danny was out if the car, leaving a small puddle in the seat. Hearing his piss trickle on the ground as he stood, hands on his knees, made my body finally give out, or it tried to.
Initially was able to squirm, and hold myself and get my legs so tightly together as I willed my body under control to at least get out of the car, to turn the ignition off but as I moved to open the Or, more and more piss walked out, quickly turning to a full stream before I could even try to get it under control. I rushed out with trembling hands, using the ace for support as I just let the piss flow freely.
It must have been a full minute, or more, before I was done and Danny came over, looking helpless, the front of his pants wet. “We…we should clean up.”
