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  1. My wife and I were at a “no kids” wedding recently and got to leave our own young kids behind. It was a beautiful outdoor setting with a DJ and dance floor set up under a large shelter of some sort. In an adult-only setting with a free shuttle back to the hotel we cut loose. Late in the evening one of my wife’s favorite songs came on. It’s a loud rowdy one that got lots of screams from the women in attendance. My wife turned to me and said “but I have to pee so bad” and then proceeded to annihilate the dance floor with the other women. They had a blast and most of guys just watched them dance their faces off. When the song was over I started walking toward the bathroom assuming my wife would head the same direction. She did not. I asked what she was doing and she said “every time I dance like that, pee comes out.” This is something she and I have discussed many times — how common it is to leak a little pee during high impact activities after having our kids. So she has a bit of stress incontinence, but otherwise has an iron bladder. I’ve never ever seen her come close to having a full-on accident in all our years together. So with that background, I replied “I know but you can go now” to which she responded “I don’t need to go anymore.” That statement took me aback and I scanned the dance floor but didn’t see any big puddles or anything and it being dark out I couldn’t see anything on her long darkish colored dress. I assumed she meant she had leaked enough to take the edge off and would head to the restroom in due course. I went to the bathroom myself while she stayed and danced, and soon the night came to a close. On the way back to the school bus shuttle we held hands. We tipsy cuddled a bit during the ride to the hotel and at one point she stood up to adjust her dress. Feeling frisky I took the opportunity to give her butt a big squeeze. SHE WAS SOAKING WET. Her dress was literally sopping. I said “Holy shit, I thought you just leaked but you full on peed your pants.” She said “I know, I told you I didn’t have to go anymore." She was so matter of fact about it and unfazed which was the hottest thing about the entire situation. What a magical night we had!
  2. My first job out of college was in sports and event production, and once an event is underway it can be very tough to leave your post for the bathroom. I had several very close calls over the years but never suffered anything more than a few leaks. We did have a female intern one year who had an incident. She was dancing on the spot late in the event before silently bolting from her position in the middle of the action. She returned with her hoodie tied around her waist. Though nothing was visible it was pretty obvious why.
  3. This is essentially what happened one of the very first times I ever wet my pants (sober). I was in college and had an 8am phone interview. Overslept, woke up to the phone ringing. Was pacing around my room trying to drag myself out of a deep sleep and control a very full morning bladder. The interviewer said something that made me think he could sense the strain in my voice so I thought "fuck it" and grabbed a towel from my closet. Threw it on the floor, stood on it and peed my sweatpants. I was so relieved and now thoroughly awake that I relaxed significantly and had a great interview in the end.
  4. I preface this brief anecdote with the fact that I do not, as a rule, engage in wetting activities when I stay at hotels. I did it once on purpose many years ago and felt awful about the smell and condition of the towels I used to clean up, and just haven’t felt the same about doing it ever since. (I do travel a lot for work, though, so that’s not to say there haven’t been some unintentional situations over the years). Last weekend I attended a conference at a hotel. I’ve had some health issues lately so I’m being proactive about my well-being. On the night of my arrival I had a light dinner, water and one beer down in the bar. Somewhere in the slight buzz of my one beer with light food I found the motivation to head down to the workout center. It was deserted. I spent 40 minutes on the treadmill, sipping water the entire time. When I was done I had to pee pretty urgently. I actually cut short my cool down to head over to the restrooms located in the attached pool. At that hour, with the pool and the workout room completely empty save for myself, the hotel staff had closed the bathrooms for cleaning and maintenance. This wasn’t just a worker mopping the men’s room with her cart across the open door, this was a closed door with stanchions placed across it and a sign that said “CLOSED FOR CLEANING.” Dream scenario, but again I’ve got some visceral personal block on wanting to enjoy this type of thing in a hotel. So when I saw the bathroom situation and took it in for a second, the brief leak that occurred in my boxer briefs was not welcome and set off a little bit of panic. I didn’t want to risk the elevators, so I speed walked down the hall to the stairs to climb the three floors up to my room. I leaked once more during the walk and now had a golf-ball sized wet spot on the front of my (thankfully black) shorts. At my room, with my left hand trying to stem further leaks and my legs in constant awkward motion, I couldn’t get the keycard to register right away with the door lock. I went full keyhole syndrome and had an overwhelming urge to let go that I couldn’t stop, and in the handful of seconds it took to get the door open I left a small puddle on the hallway carpet. With the door open and the peeing stopped for the moment, I decided to simply step into the shower and finish what I’d started. I soaked up as much of the puddle as I could with a towel, then showered in my shorts and underwear. I also put that towel under the water to rinse everything as thoroughly as I could. Left a larger than normal tip for housekeeping after this stay!
  5. Had an incredibly rare evening to myself at home. After an intense workout, I jumped into the shower still wearing my sweaty boxer briefs and workout shorts, spontaneously deciding to fully wet my pants before starting the water and showering still wearing my underwear and shorts. This got me...well...worked up. In the afterglow of a great workout and steamy shower, I dressed in fresh boxer briefs and comfortable shorts with a long-sleeve cotton shirt. I grabbed the novel I'm reading and poured a cocktail before heading out to my front porch to sit in an adirondack chair in the cool evening breeze. I knew what I intended to do. I sipped my drink and let all the hydration from my workout fill my bladder as I read. I thwarted the first few urges before letting a few squirts go, subtly wetting the front of my shorts. A few minutes later I relaxed and let nature takes its course, slowly wetting my boxer briefs as the stream built to full force. Drips turned into a loud patter on the wood porch floor beneath me. Now soaked and sitting over a large puddle, I stayed outside and continued to read. The alcohol was grabbing hold and I was re-filling quickly. The need built faster than I was expecting and I unintentionally let out a large spurt that surprised me. I determined to hold on a little longer, but soon surrendered. Just as I began to let go, a couple on an evening stroll sauntered by on the road just in front of my house. The few drips that had already reached the porch seemed so loud. I clenched myself shut until they were out of sight and hopefully out of listening range. Then I unleashed! I pushed my bladder as hard as I could, pissing full force through my boxer briefs and pants. My stomach began to feel warm and I realized I was pissing up my shirt! It felt INCREDIBLE. Quickly I neared empty. I enjoyed the last remnants of the stream, sat in my wet warmth for a minute or two, then packed up to head inside...very satisfied.
  6. I've been pee shy forever. Used to be much more severe than it is now. In my late teens and through my 20s, I couldn't squeeze a drop at the urinal if someone else was in the bathroom. Always waited for a stall and that privacy usually did the trick. I remember one frat party at a house in college when I went into the bathroom and had to sit down on the toilet to try and pee, and it just wouldn't happen. Some girls were banging on the door saying "you better not be messing in there!!" I bailed and ended up leaving the party to find a dark alley to pee in. Now I can go at a urinal in a crowded bathroom, but it typically needs to be pretty urgent. Otherwise I have to hold it until it is. Super weird phenomenon!
  7. So, my wife is NOT into this. I've hinted at my interest subtly and overtly and it's been soundly turned back every time, so it's simply not part of our sexual relationship. She's clearly aware that I like this on some level, but recoils at the subject so it remains a solo pastime and I rarely ever try anything in her presence. So that being said! We recently went on an early-morning six-mile hike in a state park. We were virtually alone the entire time, and having had an entire pot of coffee that morning before staying hydrated on the hike we both had to pee early and often. My wife has no problem squatting in the woods and peed twice within the first 45 minutes. I peed for the first time the second time she did, keeping watch of the trail before she returned the favor. When she announced that she needed to pee for a third time, I was kind of charged up having seen her pee twice already, so I said "just go in your pants." She responded "that would be very uncomfortable." I replied "but it would be very hot!" and she said "I completely disagree. It would be gross." And proceeded to pee normally (as one does when outside). Not long after, we ran into our first other hikers, quickly followed by a mountain biker and a trail runner. I hatched a plan. I would hold my next pee until I sensed someone coming down the trail and announce I had to pee immediately, then unzip and see how far I could get before my wife realized someone was coming and warn me. Then I would let the situation develop naturally from there. The plan seemed doomed for failure. We didn't see another soul for a long while and I was getting desperate. We reached a part of the trail that was along water, and the sound made a real impact on my ability to even stand still. I couldn't be obvious, so I admitted my need and stepped off the trail to pee in the woods. Now empty, I chugged the rest of the liquids I had because I didn't want to let go of the opportunity. Later, as we got toward what I knew was the end of the hike and the trailhead, that liquid began to hit hard. Not realizing how close we were, my wife stopped to squat one more time. I told her I had to go too and would go when she finished, hoping against hope that someone would come down the trail. As luck would have it, as she got herself situated after peeing, we heard a dog bark way down the trail and she told me I should wait a minute. We continued walking and realized the dog and its owner were off the trail near some water, moving the same way as us but visible through the foliage. I suggested we keep moving to a more secluded spot and reiterated that I needed to "pee really bad." I legitimately needed to go now and was excited about what I'd orchestrated. Up ahead my wife spotted an opening in the trail and a now bustling parking lot and trailhead beyond. She said "you better go now." I didn't argue, walking backward about ten steps before crashing a few steps into the foliage and eagerly unzipping. I had just started peeing when my wife said "people coming!" I cut off the flow and tucked myself quickly back into my boxer briefs and hiking shorts, and it had the desired effect. A healthy dose leaked out and created a small wet patch on the front of my shorts. I hustled up to my wife and motioned to my wet patch saying "I couldn't stop it in time. I'm seriously going to pee myself now." and she seemed amused. We walked briskly past the hikers and spilled into the trailhead area. My goal was to get to the far side of the parking lot, trying to intentionally leak a little as I went, so I could finish in the trees away from people. Then my wife spotted a porta-potty! She pointed it out, and I ran ahead of her and leapt inside, taking time to lock the door. I was in complete control and had not leaked once since re-zipping. I made a quick decision and, after a 2-3 second delay in starting, pissed a torrent into my pants for like five seconds, making the wet patch monstrous and sending streaks down my left leg. Then I unzipped and peed normally into the urinal. My wife was waiting for me when I came out and her eyes got wide. "I couldn't get it out in time," I admitted with a shrug. "I can see that," she replied. We walked in silence back to our car, avoiding most people, and slid in for the drive home. As we were pulling out of the parking lot she turned to me and said "Well that sucks for you, I'm sorry." I replied "yeah, well, it happens." Then she surprised me by saying "At least you think it's super hot" with an ornery smile. I just smiled at her in return. There was small talk for the rest of the drive. When we got home, she accepted my invitation to join me in the shower for some sudsy love making. She's still clearly not into it...but this experience gives me a lot more courage to try more things in the future!
  8. Scrolling through this topic I was thinking there is no way someone could end up on the sex offender list just for peeing outside! Several people I know have gotten tickets when they were caught but nothing else. So I went searching to see and came across a YouTube comedy series that is literally based on this exact premise called "All American Sex Offender." So it must indeed be "a thing." https://youtu.be/bOM7w7ncr2I
  9. I'm currently dealing with a mysterious medical issue that thankfully is turning out to not be a symptom of a more serious systemic issue, but it still has required a bunch of tests and medications. My current regimen requires me to take one set of pills when I wake up in the morning, followed by another round an hour or so later. Each time I swig them down with healthy helpings of water. Since I still drink my many cups of coffee a day, as you can imagine this means later in the morning I'm constantly filling up quickly and needing to pee much more often and urgently. This all nearly came to a head this week when I had an early-morning brain MRI. For those of you who haven't had experience with an MRI, it's a long narrow tube surrounded by massive magnets that are incredibly loud and scans can take a while. If you're claustrophobic they can be harrowing experiences. I struggled with my first one but after that have actually grown to enjoy the solitude if not the insane clanking and banging. The nurse puts you on a table and (in my case) straps your head down so you don't move, then they hand you this little bulb to squeeze if you start to panic and need to be let out. They didn't make me put on one of those hospital gowns but you can't have any metal in your clothing, so I was wearing a simple t-shirt, light athletic drawstring shorts and red boxer briefs. I knew I would need to pee after an hour in the machine so I asked to use the restroom and emptied my bladder before the MRI began. Still, not 10 minutes after being slid into the tube I could feel the familiar sensation of filling up again. For a while I drifted in and out of daydreams but eventually I started to get uncomfortable. If I asked to stop for a break I'm pretty sure we would have had to do the whole process over again and I didn't want that (I also didn't ask, so I'm not sure if that's true or not). About 45 minutes later, she stopped the scan and slid me out to inject me with a contrast agent. I couldn't get up because to move would mess up the scan and the purpose of the contrast (again...I think?). They slid me back in and all I could think about was my bladder. The contrast part of the scan only took about 15 minutes but I was so full when it was done, painfully so. The nurse slid me out when I was finally finished and took her time unstrapping everything so I could get up and collect my things. She was taking her sweet time again adjusting this and putting away that, then clicking a bunch of places on the computer. Meanwhile, I could not stand still and didn't want to be obvious about it. I shifted my weight slowly and intentionally, putting a lot of pressure on each leg when I did it. Flexed and contracted my muscles around my stomach/bladder (this seems to help me a lot when I'm sensing that I'm about to lose it). Inevitably, a little spurt came out. I froze and asked in probably a strained way if there was anything else I needed to do for her. She said no and I said "ok, then I'm going to hit the restroom one more time on the way out. Thank you so much!!" and didn't wait for her to reply. I lost another spurt opening the door, a third as I approached the restroom and then a short stream as I locked the restroom door. I freed myself as more was coming out, spraying the seat before getting my aim right and enjoying the c o n t r a c t i o n of my bladder forcing everything out. It was one of those pees where you are gushing, but still feel full halfway through going. The final damage assessment was a softball sized stain on my boxer briefs (which I think looks amazing on the red color I was wearing that day) and not much visible on the shorts thanks in large part to their material.
  10. With so much of the economy still shut down and COVID cases on the rise in the city, my family made the decision to start the July 4 holiday weekend early and left town for a weekend in the country. I have to work today, so I stayed back and yesterday had an entire day and house to myself before I drive to join them after work. With this unexpected freedom, I decided to see if I could achieve an entire day where I ONLY peed my pants. No toilet, no peeing in the shower, no peeing outside, literally only in my pants. Here’s how it went: My alarm went off early because I had made an early tee time to play golf (I didn’t want to make this too easy!). I always have to pee really bad in the morning and had placed a towel on the floor by my bed the night before in preparation for the day. I rolled out of bed, stepped onto the towel, and sleepily emptied my bladder into the athletic shorts that I sleep in. It was an amazing way to wake up! I had my first cup of coffee, put another coffee in a tumbler and headed out the door (after a No. 2 in the toilet. But I didn’t pee while I did it.) It has been ridiculously hot and humid here lately, so I had packed a liter of gatorade and two vitamin waters into my golf bag knowing I would sweat profusely on the golf course. During the 4.5 hour round, I finished all four drinks, but was sweating so much that I didn’t notice a need to pee until around the 14th hole. By the time my group got to the 18th hole, though, I was having trouble standing still. After finishing I said my goodbyes and hustled to the parking lot, losing my first squirt on the way. During the 20 minute drive home I spurted a few more times and had a sizable wet spot on my golf shorts when I pulled into the driveway. I grabbed my golf bag from the trunk and hustled into the garage, where I froze as I let it start gushing out of me. I had wanted to close the garage door before the full release, but I didn’t quite get there. So there was actually a chance I could have been seen from the road had anybody been peering in. The next item on the agenda was yard work. There was a bunch to be done. I set about doing this after another cup of coffee and consumed two cans of flavored water while working in the heat. Mowing the lawn was the final step and I was getting to the point where I needed to go pretty urgently. I found I didn’t have the balls to just let go while I was pushing the mower, so I finished up, stored the mower in the garage and added another soaking to my earlier puddle. I decided it was time to jump in the shower to clean off all the sweat and piss before settling in at my kitchen counter in front of my computer to do some work and eat lunch. I casually alternated between sips of another cup of coffee and flavored water for a couple of hours. Eventually the need built up again and I started contemplating how next to wet myself. In absolutely incredible timing, an email arrived to let me know that an order from a vendor had arrived earlier than expected and could be picked up at any time. Now was the time! While responding to the email that I would be right over, I eagerly unleashed the full contents of my bladder into my shorts, the barstool and all over my kitchen floor. I found another towel to clean up the mess, changed clothes, grabbed two more waters and made one final cup of coffee for the trip. I figured it would take about an hour and a half round trip and that by the time I got home I would be ready for another soaking. I figured wrong. There was way more to the order than I had realized, and it took two trips from the vendor to the office park where the delivery needed to go. Again working hard in the heat, I was sweating and by the time I picked up the second half of the order I had already finished all my drinks and was now contending with evening rush hour. Before I even arrived at the destination I had to go again and bad. I’m not sure how I got through the delivery and the chatty contact person without having a real accident, but I did. I climbed back into my car and before I had even pulled onto the road from the office park’s lot I was flooding the front seat of the car. I had not planned to pee in my car during all of this, but there was no avoiding it in this case. It took me nearly another hour to get home and even though I warmed up my cooled shorts and boxer briefs with a handful of spurts, I had to take an epic piss. About five minutes away I contemplated just letting go again, but I was already super afraid of the damage I’d done to my car so I held on as best I could. When I pulled into the driveway, there was a near exact re-enactment of my wetting after golf. That spot in the garage took a THIRD pounding. I ordered a pizza for dinner and took a second shower before heading to pick up the pizza. Just as I had feared, my car stunk bad and still does this morning. I’ll have to deal with that. I was looking forward to downshifting into a slower pace for the evening, but I had no idea how quickly everything I’d been consuming all day would catch up to me. After dinner I went around the house doing some clean-up and small chores. While I was cleaning out the coffee maker, I felt a need to pee begin to build in my bladder…then quickly move to my penis…then keep going as I frantically scissored my legs and more than just a dribble escaped — enough to runs down my legs a little bit! I was floored, I had such little control in that moment. Not ready for another wetting (and quickly running out of boxer briefs), I thought that I’d be fine for a while after losing control for a second and taking the edge off. Wrong again! Soon after, while standing on my bed changing a light bulb in the ceiling fan, I got that feeling again. One hand was steadying the glass of the fan while I changed the light with the other hand, so I had no way of giving myself a squeeze and dancing wasn’t doing much. This time I lost total control and PISSED MYSELF ON MY BED. The second I knew the stream was coming and I couldn’t stop it, I frantically finished screwing in the bulb and shoved the fixture back in place before leaping off the bed and finishing my accident on the floor. There was a sizable wet spot on the comforter but luckily it didn’t soak all the way through to the bed itself. That would have been tough to explain! The puddle on the floor was small. This was easily the smallest piss of the whole day. My bladder was just worn down and it wanted out. Now damn near exhausted with my escapades, I decided to fix myself an evening drink and build a fire in our backyard. Down to just one pair of clean boxer briefs because I hadn’t adequately planned ahead for a full supply, I kept the pair on I had just wet and pulled the now dry mowing shorts over them. I clearly was drained. Despite my beverage, it took nearly two hours of sitting by the fire before I felt one final need for the night. With the embers dwindling, I was emboldened in the darkness despite my neighbors being able to easily see into my yard. I removed my shorts and sat in my lawn chair in only my black boxer briefs for a few minutes, enjoying the coolness. Then I gradually allowed nature to take its course and soon was peeing a full stream into my underwear, listening to the drops falling on the ground below my chair. With that, I put out the fire and headed to bed. What a day. TOTAL DAMAGE: 8 wettings (including 1 legitimate accident on my bed!) 5 pairs of boxer briefs 6 pairs of shorts
  11. I dated a girl in college who was a virgin and waiting until marriage for sex. That being said, she was super horny and gave the most incredible blow jobs. Most often, though, we would make out and get each other off through our pants in different situations. Our "go-to" move was to lay in bed with our underwear on and rub each other until we both came. Solely because of her, I'm a huge fan of cumming in my pants. I remember the very first time it happened shortly after we started dating, we were sitting on her couch making out and she was rubbing me over my athletic shorts and underwear and I kept saying "if you don't stop I'm going to make a huge mess" and she would say "make a mess, do it, make a huge mess." We were kissing furiously and I remember I felt it building, stopped kissing her to take a couple of sharp breaths and then groaned as a I EXPLODED in my underwear. I can still hear her giggle!
  12. A couple come to mind immediately, but the one that sticks out the most happened my sophomore year of college. Our dorm was having a formal away from campus downtown in the city we were adjacent to. As college students do, we all pre-gamed multiple drinks in the dorm before jumping on yellow school buses to head to the bar hosting the formal. I didn't have a specific date for the night and ended up with a seat to myself toward the front of the bus. The ride dragged on and on and on and I was in physical pain I had to pee so bad. I was also buzzing really good. At one point, I had the brilliant idea to untuck my shirt, cover the front of my pants, free myself and place my stocking cap (it was winter) over my penis so that maybe I could pee a little into it...figuring that it would soak up some pee and relieve the pressure. Luckily I couldn't get any kind of a flow started despite being in such pain, which is a good thing because what a stupid idea haha. Once we arrived at the bar, I bounded off the bus and blew past the staff member greeting our group to get to the bathroom. My God what a relief. When I left the bathroom, there was a healthy line forming for both rooms with one specific girl I remember being in tears. This sounds like an amazing experience as it's written, but the LAST thing I wanted in that moment was to piss my pants in front of all the single girls in my dorm on a night that traditionally leads to hook-ups. So to me, it was the worst situation I've been in while being forced to hold.
  13. With the pandemic and current shelter-in-place order, when I need to go out on "necessary" shopping trips I try to group all of the stops into a single trip for efficiency and safety. So instead of separate trips over the course of a day or two and repeatedly coming and going from the house, I'll hit the supermarket, drug store, hardware store, gas station, etc., on one trip. Some of these places have closed their public restrooms, and even if they were open I'm currently not comfortable using them. Many of these places also have strict customer load limits which means lines to get inside the store and fewer check-out options, so the visits take longer than normal. On more than one occasion, I've become uncomfortably full toward the end of a trip. On one specific occasion, I skipped my last two planned stops to hurry home because I wasn't confident I could wait until I was done. Obviously those of us on this board are way more likely to engineer this specific type of a situation when consciously or unconsciously doing a hold, but this seems to me like the perfect scenario for those non-omo inclined people to find themselves in a publicly desperate dilemma. Very curious if more personal or observed anecdotes will pop up out of all of these lockdowns!
  14. It's not possible during this pandemic with my video conference calls because of family being home, but several moons ago when living alone I did an online degree program that featured a couple of remote *monitored* examinations. My first one of those was a real wake-up call. It was in a mathematics course and we had three hours to complete it. My school used this service where you sign in, give remote access to your computer and then a real person actually watches you take the exam to ensure you aren't cheating. Well! I had no idea what this was all about. I'm at home, so I've got a bottle of coke and water and snacks next to me. The proctor says don't leave your seat or view of the camera at any time, and click this button over here if you need to get my attention. Being a home exam, I wasn't thinking of any of the things you normally would when taking an exam in a classroom i.e. going to the bathroom beforehand and limiting liquid intake. So by hour 2, I really needed to pee. It was interfering with my concentration and was not going to wait. I clicked the button to get the proctor's attention and nothing happened. Clicked it again. And again. Finally said 'F it, I'm not going to piss myself during a school test in my own home!' So I got up and went to the bathroom. Came back and still no one was there. My two theories are it's either a ruse of some kind to trick you into behaving, or the one proctor was watching multiple people take exams at once and was focused on someone else (most likely scenario). I was really into the test and it didn't dawn on me until after the exam how much fun I could have had in that situation.
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