Chapter 10: Tamzin and Her Boyfriend are Desperate

By Paul Tester

Tamzin had never made any secret of the pleasure she got from seeing 


or hearing about desperate men, and decided that getting a boyfriend 


who drank a lot of beer would increase her chances of seeing him 


desperate.  Helped by Pauline, who had arranged some foursomes with 


her boyfriend Jerry and other members of his rugby club, she had 


started going out with Duncan, a third-year student at the local 


training college and wing three-quarter in the second fifteen.  After 


three dates with him, Tamzin had found that he liked to drink pints 


of bitter, and lots of them, and that he had a smaller bladder that 


her, about 20% smaller was her estimate, though of course she had no 


way of telling how badly he was wanting to go when he went for a pee.  


She had also found that she liked him as a person, and was keen to 


continue the relationship, and got the impression that Duncan felt 


the same about her.  The only problem they had was that Duncan lived 


in a hall of residence which had nearly as many restrictions on 


visitors as Tamzin’s school did, and that Duncan, for unspecified 


reasons, did not have a car.  This, however, she turned to her 


advantage when she realised there was an important rugby match taking 


place about 50 miles away.


She bought two tickets and asked Duncan to take her, pointing out 


that there was no need for him to try and organise a lift from any 


other club members who might be going, as there was a regular coach 


service direct to the town.  Conveniently, there was a coach that 


left at 12,30, arrived at 2,15, which would leave them plenty of time 


to get to the rugby ground, and a return coach that was as 


convenient, getting them back in town by 8 o’clock.  Tamzin had 


carefully checked the travel arrangements, and could hardly believe 


how well they suited her plans.  They could meet and have a drink (or 


two) before leaving, and the coach did not have a loo onboard, so she 


should see some ‘action’ from Duncan during the journey.  If not, 


there was time for a drink after the game, and a later coach if they 


stayed longer in the pub, to get really full for the return trip.  If 


everything failed, then she would at least have a day out alone with 


Duncan.


There was a pub close to the bus station, and they arranged to meet 


there at 11,30, though Tamzin made sure she was early, as she had 


been for all their meetings, so it was only 11,25 when they were 


sitting in the bar with their first pints.  Tamzin had set the 


precedent that she always drank pints of bitter at their first 


meeting, knowing that male pride would never allow Duncan to drink 


less that his petite blonde girl friend.  Without Tamzin having to 


push things at all, they had three pints before it was time to walk 


across the road and get on the coach, making their second visit to 


the pub loos before leaving.  


The coach was only half full, so, sitting near the back they had no-


one opposite them, and even before the coach left, Tamzin had 


produced two cans of beer from her bag ‘just for the journey,’  


Duncan looked a bit askance at this, but as Tamzin popped her can 


open and took a long drink, he had little choice but to follow suite. 

‘
Thank goodness for male pride,’ thought Tamzin, ‘if I was worried 


about my bladder capacity for a journey, I would have no qualms about 


refusing a drink.’  Even as she thought this, it crossed her mind 


that they had drunk a lot already, and it was going to be nearly two 


hours before they could go to the loo again.  Well, she was an All 


Day Girl, so if she was desperate, then Duncan would be worse, which 


was the object of the exercise, and she was willing to suffer a bit 


to see him really desperate.


Twenty minutes later, Duncan began fidgeting, moving his legs around, 


first straightening them, then tucking them back under the seat.  


Then, a few minutes later, he very deliberately crossed them, 


something that was not natural, as there wasn’t enough room to do 


this without him turning partly sideways as he did so.  Tamzin was 


aware of a steadily rising pressure in her bladder, though she was 


not yet at the leg crossing stage, and she noted his action with some 


pleasure as it confirmed her expectations, that he would need to pee 


more that she did.  For a time the situation remained stable, with 


Duncan sitting with tightly crossed legs, but showing no signs of any 


greater desperation, though Tamzin was aware of her increasing need 


to pee, and, not wanting to give any indication of this, was sitting 


with her thighs pressed hard together as the best alternative to 


crossing her legs.  She was thankful that they were sitting with 


Duncan by the window, as it was natural for her to look towards the 


window, but more difficult for Duncan to look to the centre of the 


coach and see what she was doing.  When the coach was caught in a 


short traffic jam, she could not resist saying that she hoped the 


heavier traffic was not going to make their journey too much longer, 


noting with pleasure the tension in Duncan’s voice as her replied.  


Almost immediately after he casually put his hands in his lap, and 


then leaned forward slightly, almost accidentally pressing against 


his cock.  There was still another hour before they were due to 


arrive, and Tamzin could see that she was in for a treat, though she 


hoped that the pressure in her bladder would not detract from this 


too much.


It was not much longer before Duncan began to press into his lap more 


frequently, and then, instead of just pressing down, actually feel 


for his cock and squeeze it.  Still he had not made any reference to 


his need to pee, and it seemed he was doing his best not to let 


Tamzin know of his problem, only gripping himself when he felt he 


might be losing control.  Tamzin was observing him closely, trying to 


conceal her rising excitement at his condition, and also trying to 


ignore her own increasing desperation.  She had reached the stage 


where she just had to cross her legs to make her urgent need to pee 


bearable.  Not being as tall as Duncan, she could do this easily, and 


quite naturally, so he was probably not even aware that she had 


changed her position.  His main concern seemed to be finding ways of 


crossing his legs even harder, and as he shifted his position and 


twisted his legs together, so he would push down on his lap.  Tamzin 


was trying to remain outwardly calm as she watched this, imagining 


how desperately he must want to pee, and how he must be trying to 


squeeze his cock between his thighs in an attempt to control himself.  


She was sure that Duncan was more desperate than she was, so he must 


be really struggling to contain it now, and all his manoeuvres and 


cock squeezing were the equivalent of her holding between her legs, 


which she would only do as a last resort.  If Duncan was already at 


this stage, with at least 45 minutes to go, then he was going to be 


frantic by the time they arrived.  Was he even going to be able to 


wait that long? And if not, what was he going to do?  Her pulse rate 


increased as she thought about this.


As the next ten minutes passed, Duncan was squeezing his cock more 


and more frequently, and holding on to it longer each time he did so, 


until he was virtually holding it all the time.  For Tamzin, this was 


a dream come true, sitting next to a young, attractive man who was 


obviously and increasingly desperate for a pee, yet was trying to 


hide this.  She had seen enough desperation during the Champion 


Bladder competition, when girls had less reason to conceal their 


needs, to know that Duncan was absolutely frantic to pee, fighting 


with all his strength to control himself.  She wanted this to last 


for ever, or at least the rest of the journey, but Duncan’s body was 


not up to this.  Gripping his cock with both hands, and leaning 


forward slightly, he turned toward her.


"How much longer before we get there?" he asked.  Then, on hearing 


that it was at least half an hour, "Oh Christ, I’m absolutely 


desperate for a pee, I really don’t think I can last out that long.  


I don’t know what I am going to do."

‘
Just keep on holding it like you are,’ though Tamzin, ‘you’re doing 


fine by me.  You’re a big boy now, so you just have to hold your pee, 


and the more openly you do it, the more I am enjoying it, and the 


more it takes my mind off my own need.’  


Since he had admitted wanting to pee, Duncan had not made any attempt 


to hide his desperation, and had been constantly holding his cock 


with both hands, very obviously squeezing it as hard as he could, 


occasionally bending forward to hold it even tighter.  Tamzin, who 


had never believed that he would get into such a state, was so 


excited she was finding it difficult to breathe, and quite impossible 


to look away, wanting to savour every moment.  Was he going to be 


able to keep this up for another half an hour? she wondered, and what 


was the alternative.  Her answer came in less that five minutes, when 


Duncan, squeezing his cock with all his might, groaned and then 


speaking between clenched teeth, 


"It’s no good, I simply can’t hold it back any longer, I have just 


got to pee somewhere, or I’m going to piss myself.  Is there anywhere 


at all I can go?" he asked despairingly, "or do I have to go on the 


floor.  It’s that or go in my trousers.  Oh God! It’s unbearable, I 


can’t hold it!"  The final exclamation accompanied a frantic 


squeezing of his cock, and bending almost double, indicating a sudden 


surge of increased desperation.  


Tamzin had been about to say that she could not help him, and that he 


would have to pee on the floor, when she remembered she still had the 


empty cans from the beer they had drunk at the start of the journey.  


Duncan had crushed his to show his strength, though now the way he 


was squeezing his cock was a more graphic demonstration of his grip, 


but Tamzin’s was undamaged.  She pulled it out of her bag and handed 


to Duncan. 


"Is this any good?  Can you manage to pee in this?"


"I’ve got to, anything is better that going in my jeans.  Quick!"  He 


grabbed the can from her, and began struggling to undo his jeans and 


pull them down while still sitting, frantic to get his cock out and 


pee, but trying not to reveal what he was doing to other passengers.  


Fortunately there was no-one sitting opposite or immediately behind 


them, but Tamzin still leaned forward and turned partly sideways as 


if to shield him, actually just wanting to get a clear view of him 


peeing.  As he pulled his cock out, so a dribble of pee wet the front 


of his jeans, then he was pointing it at the can and directing a 


stream of pee through the small opening.  Tamzin watched transfixed 


at the sight of the jet of clear liquid that he was so expertly 


directing into the can, and when it was nearly full, how he had to 


squeeze his cock tightly again to stop the flow.


"That’s better, at least it’s let some of the pressure off, but I 


think I could fill at least two more cans if we had them."  He did he 


jeans up and resumed a more normal sitting position, putting the can 


in the seat pocket in front of him,  "You really saved me there, I 


though I was going to have to pee on the floor, because I really 


could not have waited any longer."


The wet patch on the crutch of his jeans, which could only have been 


caused by a major spurt into his under-pants, as well as the patch 


where he had splashed the front as he got his cock out, showed very 


clearly that he had not been exaggerating.  He had actually reached 


the point when he could not hold back his pee any longer, even though 


it meant he would wet himself in public, something that Tamzin 


remembered had been considered impossible at the last All Day Girls’  


meeting.


His own needs at least partly satisfied, though still wanting to go 


badly enough to have to keep his legs crossed, Duncan, perhaps 


belatedly realising that Tamzin had also had a lot of beer to drink, 


asked her how she was feeling.


"I’m bursting," she replied, "but I could not pee in a beer can, even 


if we had another one, so I’ll just have to hang on, and hope there 


is a loo near the coach stop."


Now that she had not got Duncan’s desperation to distract her, Tamzin 


was acutely aware of just how badly she wanted to pee.  While Duncan 


had been peeing in the can, she had taken to opportunity to uncross 


her legs and sit with her heel pressed hard between her legs, a last 


resort holding tactic only marginally less effective that holding 


herself. This she hoped would be enough to survive the journey 


without copying Duncan and wetting herself.  She had to wait at least 


20 minutes, probably more like half an hour, and she was already as 


desperate as she had ever been.  Sitting on her heel had reduced the 


desperate, urgent need to let some pee out to a bearable level, but 


was doing nothing to ease the throbbing, bursting pressure in her 


bladder.  Fortunately Duncan, obviously feeling better now he was not 


in danger of wetting his jeans, began a conversation, which did 


something to take her mind of her bladder problems.  She responded 


with more enthusiasm than intelligence, babbling on about anything 


that came into her head, wanting only a distraction from her bladder 


agony, and to make the remainder of the journey pass as quickly as 


possible.


As the reached the outskirts of their destination, Tamzin was not 


just more desperate than she had ever been, she was more desperate 


that she had ever though possible.  Her need to pee was so urgent 


that she could only just control it.  Even pressing down on her heel 


as hard as she could, she was still having to clench her bladder 


muscles shut with all her strength, and felt that the slightest 


relaxation and she would wet herself.  Compounding the frantic need 


to pee was the agony of her bladder, which felt as if it was going to 


explode.  Her abdomen was swollen, it felt as if it was bulging out 


nearly 12 inches, though in actual fact is was much less than this, 


but still a hard painful swelling.  In all of the Champion Bladder 


contests that she had watched, she had not seen any girl with such a 


swollen belly.  So painful was the rock hard bulge caused by her 


distended bladder that even the light pressure of loose fitting jeans 


and high waisted knickers was almost unbearable.  At that moment she 


would have given anything to have been allowed to pee, and even 


briefly considered simply giving up and wetting herself, but in her 


heart she knew she could not.  

‘
It can’t be more that five minutes now, so I simply must hold on,’ 


she told herself.  ‘If I really clench myself shut I can keep control 


of my pee, and I’ll just have to bear the pain a bit longer.’  She 


wanted to pee so frantically it really was taking all her strength to 


keep it back, even bearing down on her heel as hard as she could, and 


she thought that if the need got any worse she would not be able to 


hold it.  Similarly, the slightest relaxation and she would wet 


herself, so she pressed her hand between her legs to see it this 


would help her keep control.  The fractional improvement was enough 


for her to keep it there, and she did not care who saw, and that was 


better than wetting her jeans.


Not surprisingly, Duncan noticed, and rather obviously asked her if 


she was desperate.


"Absolutely bursting," Tamzin replied, "I’m only just going to make 


it, and if there isn’t a loo at the bus station I’m really going to 


be in trouble."


She shut her eyes and concentrated exclusively on holding back her 


pee, telling herself that it was only a few more minutes.  Only when 


Duncan nudged her and announced they were there did she pay attention 


to the world again.  The coach was about to turn into the bus 


station.


"Loos, Duncan," she said, "Look out for the loos, I literally don’t 


have a second to spare, I absolutely must pee as soon as possible."  


Tamzin was also frantically scanning the bus yard, trying to shut her 


mind to the awful possibility that there wasn’t a loo there.  As the 


coach began manoeuvring into a parking bay, Duncan pointed out of the 


opposite window, 


"There Tam! Over in the far corner, there’s the loo."  


He was right, she had been looking the wrong way, and completely 


missed it.  It was one of the modern ‘Tardis’ type, which meant she 


would need some change to get it open, and she began fumbling for her 


purse with her left hand, not daring to take her right hand from 


between her legs.  The thought of how close the loo was had made her 


want to go even more, something she had not thought possible without 


her wetting herself, and she needed every ounce of her strength to 


hold it.  


Duncan handed her some money, "It will probably be 10 or 20 pence, 


here’s enough change to make sure you can get in."


The coach had reversed into its parking bay, and the driver opened 


the door.  Without any thought of preserving her decorum, Tamzin was 


hurrying down the aisle, not caring if she was pushing other 


passengers out of the way, not caring if any of them noticed that she 


was holding her crutch, thinking only of getting to the loo as 


quickly as possible.  Every second it took was one nearer disaster, 


and she really was not going to be able to hold her pee much longer.  


She would have run across the bus yard if she could, but agony of her 


distended bladder made it difficult to even walk, and she had to keep 


holding her crutch.  


As she neared the ‘Tardis’ she began to panic.  How did she get into 


the thing?  She had never used one before, and this was not the time 


for reading instructions.  What if it was broken?  There was so much 


more to go wrong than in an old-fashioned ladies with cubicles.  If 


she could not get into this thing, she was going to have to squat 


behind it and pee, she couldn’t walk any farther looking for a loo.


About 3 paces from it, all her questions were answered as the door 


opened and a fat middle-aged woman came out.  Pushing past her as she 


dithered outside the loo, Tamzin was inside before the door could 


shut, clutching between her legs with both hands to fight back the 


extra surge of urgency brought on by anticipation of the pee to come.  


She didn’t even try to work out how to lock the door, the only thing 


she could think about was getting her jeans down and letting her pee 


go.  She held her crutch left handed while she undid her belt and 


zip, then, in one movement, pulled down jeans, tights, and knickers 


together and dropped onto the loo.  Her first spurt of pee was 


involuntary before she touched the seat, then she relaxed and let the 


rest come pouring out.  It wasn’t until after the initial surge of 


relief was over that she remember she ought to time herself, and 


looked at her watch.  Her pee just kept on and on, and oh what a 


relief it was as her swollen bladder emptied.  As she squeezed the 


last drops out, she checked her watch again.  Only 50 seconds? Then 


she realised it was 1 minute 50 seconds, longer than she had ever 


peed before, and that time did not include the initial blast.  It 


must have been a 2 minute pee, no wonder she had been desperate.


As she came out the loo, Duncan was standing in front of the door.


"You forgot to lock the door," he told her, "so I have been making 


sure nobody interrupted you.  My turn now." 


He also just managed to get in before the door shut, leaving Tamzin 


to compose herself and get used to being able to relax again, with 


nothing worse than a stomach ache from her ordeal.


Duncan made no reference to their desperation until after the  match, 


which had been exciting and well worth seeing.  As they were waiting 


for the coach home, he suggested they had better just have a coffee, 


and keep the drinking until after the coach journey, as they didn’t 


want a repeat of the earlier one.  Tamzin thought that there was 


quite a lot of that journey she would love to see again, but there 


was no chance of getting Duncan desperate again that day.  She 


wondered if she should make some further comment about how desperate 


they had been, but before she could think of anything suitable, 


Duncan had changed the subject.  Well, it did not matter, they still 


had an evening together to look forward to, and if Duncan kept up his 


drinking she was sure to see him desperate again.  And what a tale 


she was going to have to tell the All Day Girls at the next meeting.





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