I had an open mic last night. The café is in West Lynn and that involves me walking from the bus depot/train station to the café and back, which can be really frustrating as Lynn itself is a rough town and there are no public restrooms open late at night. I wore a pull up because I knew that I'd be waiting a while when I got to the depot after my set.
Here's the link to my blog, wherein the set from last night is contained. I'm not the hot Spartan God some of you would like to imagine, but there you go.
As usual, I made my exit shortly after this set, as Lynn is not a place I want to get stuck in for very long. At the depot, I was mentally reliving the evening, trying to decide what I did right, what I could improve, etc. The urge to pee didn't strike until about ten minute before the bus got there.
I don't mess around when I have to pee. I did the controlled burn thing, letting a small stream out every few seconds to give the pad time to absorb the moisture. The bus ride home wasn't as bad as on those nights when I'm desperate, but when I got back to Salem, there was a snag. Sitting on the bus caused my penis to shift and when I let a bit more out a small trickle went down my pant leg.
"That's gonna cost me," I thought.
So I spent a few minutes walking home with another desperate urge building up. When I was sure I was relatively safe from gawkers, I tried to reposition my penis as best as I could and I let out a little more, slowly this time. It took off the edge a little bit and I had a flicker of hope when I saw a port-a-potty in Salem Commons. Of course it was locked.
I made it home without fuss and the release was worth the wait.