Story: Guided Tour

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GUIDED TOUR
By googlism2008

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It was the second day of the guided tour, and Alan woke up fresh. The continental breakfast at the hotel was good. The morning sky is bright, and the spring weather was fine. Prior to boarding the tour bus, Alan decided to pay a visit to the Gents. As expected, only a wee bit of urine was released, since he already had his morning pee in his hotel room before having his breakfast. With that, he is all set for the tour of the day, which he vaguely remembered as starting off with locations dotted in and around the city. Alan is looking forward for another great day in this tour.

Being 26, Alan was the youngest in the tour group. He had a build that is stocky but otherwise very balanced, fair skin and a pimpleless face. Alan was wearing a dark yellow jacket over a white printed long tee, tucked neatly inside a pair of black tight-fitting slim cut jeans, held together by a fashionable brown belt, sporting an average sized package for his build which he didn’t mind showing. With a cap over his curly hair, a pair of trendy sports shoes, and a small simple navy blue backpack to go along, Alan must be the most handsome guy in the group. The tour group had flown in from his home country on the previous day, and he had joined the group as an individual, which meant that everyone else were strangers. Fortunately, the tour group appeared friendly, and the introverted Alan he settled in quickly. Half an hour later, the bus arrived at a memorial park. The bus parked right next to the toilets, and Alan paid another precautionary visit to the urinals out of habit. Despite being in the middle of the city, the garden was quite large. After a brief walk around the park, he sat down and lazed on the nicely turfed grass. The structures of the war memorial rise spectacularly over the small rolling hills, and together with the blooming trees and blossoming flowers, made for a very pleasant scenery. Not being a historical buff, Alan didn’t care much of the historical significance of the war, but nonetheless he loved the view of the very well maintained garden. Soon, the allotted thirty minutes was up. Not being sure of how long he would be on the road, he made another tiny tinkle and boarded the 25-seater tour bus. The bus looked rather luxurious, with wide seats and lots of legroom, so Alan was very comfortable on the bus.

The tour guide continued his introduction of the city while Alan sipped from his water bottle. Shortly later, the bus entered a car park, and the tour guide announced, “If you need the toilets, they are right here. Five minutes later, we shall gather outside the toilets and I’ll bring you around the market.” Although Alan didn’t have to go, he still followed the advice of this guide and went just in case. The group of twenty gathered, and the guide brought the tourists to various part of the market, explaining the local foodstuffs and handicrafts along the way. Meanwhile, Alan was also mesmerized by the unique culture of the local people at the marker, they seemed so polite and courteous. At the same time, he noticed how clean the market was, and even the stalls selling meat and seafood didn’t smell at all. The guide suggested items to buy, before breaking the group for a short amount of free time. Alan purchased some local snacks and tried a fruit milkshake, which had a very interesting taste he never encountered before. And then it was almost time to proceed back to the bus. A cold breeze briefly swept over Alan, and he felt a very slight urge in his bladder, so he made another quick nip to the toilets as a precaution. He had to go through the extra layer of thick clothing just to access his privates, only to release yet another small amount of urine. Once done, he carefully packed his privates back into his snug pair of trunks, tucked the thermal short and pants back into their original positions, tucked his T-shirt back in, buttoned up his button flies, bucked up his belt tightly, and finally adjusted his tops. He looked into the mirrors and was satisfied to see a man with an immaculate look. The only thing is, Alan was not used to wearing innerwear, and repeating all the additional steps required to pee is becoming tedious.

Back on the bus, Alan felt slightly concerned over how frequently he peed even though it was only mid-morning. He knew that making too many precautionary pees have negative effects on his bladder. The bus trotted the city streets, and fifteen minutes later the bus arrived at the next destination. Alan decided to skip the toilets, preferring to head straight to the small viewing platform with the famous steam clock to maximize the amount of time at this tourist spot. Being on a hillside, the winds were strong and Alan felt chilly. Coming from an equatorial climate where it is summer all year round, where it was never necessary to wear thermals, Alan is not accustomed to this cold weather and is shivering slightly even with his inner layer and jacket. The van parked adjacent to the platform was too much to resist, and Alan purchased this expensive but much needed large cup of hot coffee, which warmed his hands and his body considerably. The platform is decorated with colourful flora, and the clock that symbolizes the city streamed as the hands struck ten. Behind the clock is a totally unobstructed view of the mountains in the distance against the backdrop of clear blue skies, which the guide said was “the place we will be visiting tomorrow”. Alan felt excited as he leaned against the railings, devouring the magnificent sights as much as he can. A short while later, he began to feel another tiny twinge in his bladder which he ignored. A couple of minutes later, he heard the voice of the tour guide: “Let’s take some group pictures before heading to the temples.” Of course, Alan would be the most dashing guy in the pictures, so why not. While standing still for the photos, he felt another twinge which he easily ignored. With the photo shoot finished, Alan headed for the toilets to answer the call of nature, where he let out yet another rather miniscule amount of urine. “Must be the cold playing tricks on my bladder,” he shrugged. Having to ensure that his privates is properly stuffed inside his ass-tight bottoms, and all the rearranging and adjustment of his layers yet again, is becoming an annoying hassle. And his fingers were getting slightly swollen for undoing and doing up his stiff button flies of his brand new jeans so many times. Alan exited the toilets to find all other members of the tour group already waiting in the tour bus. He felt embarrassed making others wait, but thankfully nobody complained.

From the steam clock to the temples was only five minutes, just across the expressway behind the hillside. Just five bloody minutes. Alan felt like an idiot for making the whole bus wait when he definitely can hold it in much longer. Upon reaching the moderately crowded temples, the group waited in the open area outside the main temple while the tour guide collected the admission tickets. While waiting, several of the tourists used the Gents and Ladies, while Alan purchased another large cup of hot coffee from a nearby stall to warm himself up. The tour guide returned, and the group followed him through the main temple followed by the two subsidiary temples. The designers of these ancient oriental temples must have paid an enormous amount of attention to the details, both inside and outside the temples. On the inside, columns, beams, statues of the local god, symmetry, everything. Outside, a large and beautiful pond sits in the middle of the three temples, elegantly painted in discreet colours. From time to time, the tour guide stopped to explain particular features along path around the pond. Halfway around the pond, Alan’s bladder started to send its first signal. However, just like everybody else in the compounds, he was in no hurry. People were taking their time strolling around the highly ornate pond, constantly stopping to view and take pictures of the gorgeous temples and their surroundings. As the tour group completed the loop, Alan’s bladder sent two or three more very gentle reminders that Alan easily disregarded. Meanwhile, Alan continued to sip water from his water while he listened attentively to the tour guide. Back at the main temple, the entire tour group gathered for a simple tea tasting session, and Alan found the tea very pleasant tasting. Seeing such beautiful integration of manmade structures and nature made Alan felt that the one hour at the temples was very well spent. Alan had thoroughly enjoyed the tour so far.

The tour guide then informed that the tour bus is now parked at a nearby location due to traffic management, then broke the group for twenty minutes of free time. Beside the entrance at the main temple, Alan saw a water fountain. Still feeling slightly thirsty, he finished the small amount of water remaining in his one-liter bottle, and refilled it. He then headed to the old street beside the main temple on his own, and strolled along the shophouses abuzz with various kinds of activities. Despite the street being fairly crowded with locals, he can’t help noticing that the entire place was spotless and litter-free. He purchased a couple of souvenirs featuring unique local crafts. Feeling slightly hungry, Alan purchased some meatballs cooked in a way he never seen before. These meatballs tasted pretty good, but were quite dry, so he ordered a cup of locally brewed tea from the adjacent shop to help him down the food. The tea tasted strong, something acceptable but strange, not a taste he really liked. To get rid of this strange taste, he sipped more water from his bottle. Then he strolled further and saw some unique and interesting mechanical puzzle games. Many tourists were trying their hands on these games. By this time, Alan felt his bladder starting to fill up, but it was no big deal. He went to try one of the games, which was easy to figure out and he won a small prize. Next, he paid money and attempted another. During the game, Alan felt another prodding from his bladder, which he simply suppressed by clenching his sphincter muscles. A couple of minutes later, he solved it and won a larger prize. These games are so addictive and Alan headed to a third puzzle. He cracked his brains for a long time, yet he could not crack the puzzle. At this time, his bladder sent another mild urge. Suddenly he realized that he had been too engrossed at the games and was already late for the tour bus. He briskly walked out of the old street, past the toilets outside the main entrance, and arrived at the bus. Everybody was already inside the bus, except for one lady who was waiting outside a public unisex toilet with a single stall. Although it would be nice to pee, his urges were mild and he wasn’t anywhere near urgent. He figured that the journey to the next place would be perhaps ten or twenty minutes, perhaps thirty minutes tops, and he could definitely hold it. With this thought, he boarded the bus, sparing himself the silliness of holding up the entire tour group yet again.

The bus departed the temples and entered the four-lane expressway. Alan absented-mindedly sipped more water from his bottle. The tour guide picked up the microphone, briefly recalled the places that they had visited earlier, and started to describe the beauty of the next location. He ended the speech with, “It is one and a half hours to the bamboo forest, so this would be a good time to take a nap.” Shit, Alan thought, as it suddenly dawned on him that he would have to endure a long and uncomfortable journey. Nevertheless, he was confident that can hold it in until the bus reached its next destination. He stared through the windows at the featureless plains, and soon it became boring. He started feeling sleepy and closed his eyes. Just as Alan was about to doze off, his bladder sent a slightly stronger reminder. Alan shifted his posture and tried again, and was rudely interrupted yet again by another mild urge as he nearly fell asleep. He simply could not relax sufficiently to take a nap. He groaned slightly, and looked into his watch. Just twenty had passed, and he could feel his bladder becoming fuller. Alan took out his mobile phone and picked a random game to pass the time. Soon there was a constant sensation in his bladder, and Alan crossed his broad legs tightly to suppress this irritance, which allowed him to continue playing his game somewhat comfortably. However, this comfort only lasted briefly, and the urges returned. Each time he responded by clamping his privates with his thighs, but soon he noticed that he was putting a substantial amount of pressure on his bladder, so he uncrossed his legs. He looked at his watch again. Only forty minutes has passed, and there’s still fifty minutes to go. His bladder was rapidly becoming full, and this is not good.

Alan understood that he didn’t have the biggest bladder in the world, but normally he can last quite a few hours between pees. He was surprised that his bladder became full to bursting in such a seemingly short amount of time, when he had earlier gone to the toilet countless times. Then he remembered that his last pee was over two hours ago, which wasn’t as short as he originally assumed. And during this period of time, he had ingested a large amount of liquids: coffees, teas, water, and other drinks he could not recall. The thought alarmed him, as another urge pulsed from his bladder. He wrongly assumed that the itinerary for the day didn’t include going to more distant locations, and he made a mistake of not going because he didn’t want to splatter over all over the toilet bowl in this extraordinary clean city, and to save himself the embarrassment of not being punctual. Alan moved his hand to his lower abdomen, and felt a swollen and bursting bladder being compressed by the very tight waistband of his crotch hugging jeans. One hour on the bus, and still half an hour more of constant clenching to endure. By this time, Alan was no longer able to concentrate on anything on his mobile phone, and was merely randomly pressing items on the screen. The urges were becoming strong, and Alan was worried that he would not be able to contain his bladder until he arrived at the bamboo forest. Alan was normally careful with planning toilet breaks, and he felt ridiculous for getting seriously caught short this time. He glanced around the bus, and saw the tour guide and all his companions sound asleep. For the time being, nobody else is aware of his predicament, but Alan was becoming increasingly desperate as the minutes slowly trickled. He could no longer sit still, rocking forwards and backwards in his seat, and his thighs were scissoring open and close. He ruffled his fingers in his hair, and adjusted his cap. The bus crossed a bridge over a river, and Alan saw the sign of the exit with the words “bamboo forest” together with its logo. According to his watch, just ten minutes more to go. But Alan’s bladder was exerting a tremendous amount of pressure, and he was applying a lot of force and straining himself to keep all the liquid in. Every bump on the road was a sharp jolt, threatening his bladder to release involuntarily. Alan had no recollection of when he had an accident, his parents said that he toilet-trained easily. Now, as a 26-year old adult, a working professional with an image to protect, he cannot just flood his pants like a small kid. And much of his attire was new, including his jacket and jeans, with the thermal innerwear bought specifically for this trip.

The bus travelled along the river, on the narrow local road with one lane in each direction. The water on the river had obvious ripples, while rows and rows of bamboo trees came into view at the other side of the road. Alan was at his limits and in agony. His sphincter muscles were becoming exhausted from the extended holding, and he felt these muscles starting to waver and losing strength. But he resolved not to wee himself. Then he saw the bus queueing behind a few cars at an intersection, and heard the message over the speakers, “we have arrived at the bamboo forest”. Finally, he can make the long awaited release that he so urgently desired. In the excitement, Alan momentarily loosened his muscles so slightly, and felt urine traveling down the pipe. His hands flew to his crotch, and he pressed his thighs together. Very close, disaster averted. But it was still an emergency. Impatiently, Alan waited for the bus to turn into the vehicle park. Just as the tour bus slowed down to a stop at a bus bay, Alan picked up his bag, stood up and crossed into the aisle. In the process, the weight of his seriously overextended bladder shifted and he felt a drop of urine seep out into his underwear. He elbowed his way past his companions, and alighted the bus just as the doors opened.

Alan frantically looked around and could not see the toilets that he so desperately wanted. A strong gust of wind blew over the area, sending leaves flying over. Alan felt a strong chill over his body, and he sensed another small leak. Instinctively, Alan’s hand grabbed his privates and his thighs pressed tightly together. No, he can’t be peeing. The tour guide alighted the tour bus, and Alan yelled out, “Where’s the Gents?” “Over there!” Alan hurried towards the visitor center in a slightly hunched posture, at the best rate while trying to avoid more accidental leakages. He was trying to maintain his grip on his privates, but frustratingly he could not properly hold through his tight jeans and thick under layer, and the grip keep slipping off. In what seemed forever, he reached the visitor center and saw the Ladies sign. Another huge wave pulsed through his trembling body, and another small spurt as he momentarily lost control a second time. Shit, shit, shit. He frantically glanced around in all directions, and finally located the Gents sign pointing behind the Ladies in the single-storey building. Already feeling damp down there, he shuffled his way into the Gents when his sphincter muscles gave way for another split second at the entrance. Alan begin working on his belt with his trembling fingers while walking towards the first urinal he could see. With his belt unbuckled with much effort, he stood in front of the urinal. His body was shaking and he struggled to open his button fly. His jeans pressed against the bulging bladder very tightly. With a lot of brute force, he managed to free the top button. Precious seconds were lost as he undid the second very stuff button. With more fumbling, the third one popped, followed by the fourth, and finally the last. In anticipation of the eventual release, his bladder suddenly let out a spurt that lasted for one second. The frightened Alan quickly pulled up his T-shirt, lowered his inner pants, got the inner shirt out of the way, and extricated his privates from his soaked trunks, which immediately gushed all the pent-up urine noisily into the porcelain. Alan tilted his head slightly backwards and let out a long sigh of relief, extremely glad that the ordeal was finally over without completely wetting himself.

“Wow, you really have to go!” That was the voice of the tour guide. Alan’s face turned beet red, and could only nod his head sheepishly. It seemed to take forever for Alan to finish voiding his bladder, but it was sheer bliss. He had no idea how long he peed, probably around one minute or so. The powerful stream eventually slowed down to a trickle and stopped. He squeezed out the final spurts from his bladder, and shook. Suddenly he noticed that his tour companions are around him, and there were other tourists queuing behind him. He became very self-conscious, so he returned his privates to its original place, and stuffed the messy layers back in as fast as he could while dispensing with his usual adjustments to his clothing, quickly washed his hands and exited feeling deeply relieved and embarrassed at the same time. Displaying such a public pee dance is already bad enough, and he simply could not let other people know that he also had a small accident in his pants, something he hadn’t done in donkey’s years. Alan was painfully aware that his crotch was saturated in urine behind his jeans, but he had to wait for another opportunity before he could check his damage.

Once everybody has gathered, the tour guide led the group into a restaurant for an hour long buffet lunch. Alan collected a plate of food, and found a table that was reserved for his group. When seated, he could feel a very sore bladder. He sneakily ran his sore fingers to his crotch when he sensed that nobody was watching, and felt a small area of dampness down there. Still feeling shameful, he wolfed down the food while avoiding eye contact with other people. Then he went for a second serving with some coffee and juices to perk himself up, and downed the contents just as quickly. Sensing that his companions are starting to leave the restaurant in groups, he stealthily slipped into a nearby toilet. He found himself a stall, and pulled down all his bottom layers and sat down on the toilet bowl. While taking his usual post-lunch dump, he was amazed that he still peed a substantial amount. He took the chance to inspect his layers, and was dismayed to find that his favourite pair of trunks was ruined with a wet patch slightly larger than a golf ball. However, his thick thermal innerwear absorbed a good portion of the urine, so very fortunately his indiscretion was limited to a coin-sized wet spot on his jeans, right at the center of the crotch where the four seams joined together. He was also extremely appreciative that his brand new jeans still had a very dark shade of black, which means that the wetness was essentially invisible unless someone looked at his crotch very closely. As he had no spare underwear, for the next fifteen minutes, he applied loads of toilet paper to squeeze out the pee from his under layers as best as he could. He wiped himself clean, and pulled up his bottoms. In the dry and windy air, he could feel his innerwear starting to dry. Alan had regained his composure, and slowly and carefully rearranged and readjusted his clothes, buttoning up his fly and buckling up his belt tightly. The process no longer felt cumbersome, and Alan believed that most likely his companions were none the wiser. While washing his hands, he again saw an immaculately neat young man in the mirror. Alan felt more confident as he walked out of the toilet.

Outside the restaurant, Alan found his companions lingering at a viewing platform. It offered stunning views of the bamboo forest, with a small gorge and a river running below. The tour guide briefly pulled Alan apart, and asked whether he is okay. Alan blushed and simply said yes. Then he apologized for not ensuring that Alan had received a reminder to use the toilets before embarking on the longer bus journey. Alan was surprised at this apology, and immediately felt better. The tour group spent the entire afternoon at the bamboo forest, a huge tourist attraction demonstrating how human culture can be interwoven so tastefully with nature. In the mid-afternoon, Alan took care to use the toilets again, and found that his trunks and thermals have pretty much dried up. The whole tour group was treated with beautiful landforms, huts and bridges, blossoming flowers of various varieties, and even a small waterfall that looked like a painting, all the time with tall green bamboos lining up the hills wherever they existed. After the evening sun descended below the glowing red horizon, with the magnificent bamboos as the backdrop, the group consumed a sumptuous seafood dinner in the same restaurant. Alan felt that he wanted to spend more time at the bamboo forests. Before boarding the bus for the one and a half hour journey back to the city, he made sure he peed again. Back in his hotel room, Alan stripped out of his clothes and showered. Although his bottoms had no stains and it didn’t smell, he felt disgusted wearing them again without washing. Being salvageable, Alan sent all of them out for laundry service, which returned to his room cleaned and freshly ironed by the next morning.

The remainder of his week long trip was just as good, if not even better. The spring weather was unusually cooperative, as it almost never rained at the locations when the tour group was visiting. Each morning, Alan clarified with the tour guide when the long journeys will occur, and meticulously planned his toilet breaks along the route to achieve an optimum frequency. He was able to consume liquids normally without much restrictions, and he had no further pee emergencies in the rest of the trip. Throughout the trip, his friendly companions didn’t embarrass him further by bringing up the topic. Overall, Alan enjoyed the trip tremendously. He liked it so much to post positive reviews, and would recommend it to his friends when asked. It was very memorable with great sights and culture, made even more so with a big personal secret: his first accidental wetting as an adult, a near catastrophe that nobody except for himself knew.