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Can'tFoolOwls

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  1. Well that makes two of us. Makes me wonder how many other people have peed on those slides over the years? Something else I just remembered from high school swim class. Sometimes half way through a lesson they'd make us all get out of the pool and line up at the side while they told us what we'd do next. Several times I remember noticing suspiciously large puddles at people's feet. Like everyone would have a bit of a puddle at their feet from dripping off, but some of them seemed a bit too big to just be pool water.
  2. Yeah that's all I could've done but would still be totally mortifying. Or I guess maybe run in the door and up the stairs before anyone noticed, quickly change clothes, then use the the excuse that I was desperate for the loo and thats why I didn't stop to say hello.
  3. It did cross my mind but it was quite late and I knew everyone had work/classes early the next day, and like I say drunken courage. In hindsight I would have been totally fucked if I'd been wrong
  4. Yeah right, we all totally believe that you sweated profusely from your dick, and only from your dick, in a way that looks exactly like a pee stain, which it definitely isn't, swear-to-god honest
  5. The sitting on a planter thing just reminded me of something. Back when I was a student I'd been out drinking in another city with some work colleagues from my internship. To get home I had to take a train, then walk 30 minutes from the station to the house. At this point I was fairly drunk and also, having filled myself up with beer, had to pee a lot. Quite close to my house was this small public park I had to walk through, really just a grassy area with a footpath that ran through it. As it was late at night and there was no one around, in my drunken courage I thought this would make an excellent location for a public wetting. So I sat down on the edge of this concrete planter and totally pissed my jeans, so that my crotch and butt were both soaked. Then I got up and walked the rest of the way to the house. About half way back a car passed me, on the road between the park and the house. To my left was the road and to the right was a metal fence separating the street from the yard of the adjacent house, so there was really nowhere I could hide. Instead I kept walking normally, trying not to draw attention to myself as my wet jeans were totally lit up by the headlights. I was wearing dark grey jeans which I'd had for a while and had faded a bit, so while the wet patch didn't show as badly as it would on blue jeans, it was still clearly visible. No idea whether the driver even noticed but if they did they probably had a good laugh about the drunk guy who pissed himself. The next morning I walked back through the park to get to class and while my pee had dried out, there was still a very clear mark on the concrete where I'd been sitting, and on the ground below where a puddle had formed. That stayed visible for over a week until it next rained. Also a few months later I did basically the same thing after another night out drinking, except this time I stayed standing and tried to pee as I walked through the park, instead of sitting down. This resulted in a wet patch down both legs of my skinny jeans, and totally soaking my (canvas) shoes. This time I got home without being spotted, but the next morning I realised I'd left my wet shoes in the hall and several of my housemates had left for work/school already. Fortunately they had pretty much dried out overnight so I don't think they noticed.
  6. Growing up my local pool had a slide that was quite long with multiple loops in it. There was also a continuous flow of water going down the slide to keep it from drying out. When you got on at the top you had to sit and wait for this traffic light thing to go green so you knew the last person had made it to the bottom and it was safe to go. The bit where you sat was right next to where the jets where that kept the slide wet, so you had a lot of water flowing over your body while you waited. I used to play this game where I'd start peeing as soon as the light went green, and try to finish before I got to the bottom. Usually I was still going by the time I reached the splash zone, so I'd sit submerged for a few seconds, secretly peeing in all the rushing water.
  7. Wow how did I miss this thread until now? Ngl this is the hottest thing I've seen in months
  8. So this happened last summer and I've had the photos on my phone since, but didn't get around to posting until now. Last summer I went to a coworker's wedding reception which was held in an out-of-town venue about an hour from where I live. Wanting to be able to have a few drinks I chose to catch the train rather than drive, so set out that afternoon dressed to the nines in a nice shirt, suit trousers and dress shoes, and under it all a pair of metallic grey/silver silky boxer briefs. A good time was had by all at the reception and a fair few pints were downed. I actually don't think I went to the toilet at all during the event, which in hindsight was a mistake. My bigger mistake though was losing track of the time - when I realised what time it was, I knew I wouldn't make it back to the train station in time for the last train. Fortunately one of my coworkers and his girlfriend would be driving past my town on their way home, so offered to give me a lift. This worked out quite well in the end as it meant I could stay a little while longer. When it came time to leave I did need to pee a little, but everyone was going now and as they were doing me a favour giving me a lift home, I didn't want to hold them up. In any case I didn't need to go that badly, so thought I'd have no problem holding it for the hour ride home. Little did I know, all that beer was going to have a very sudden effect in the coming minutes. I first started to feel actually desperate about half way home. I still wasn't too concerned about this - I've always had a bladder of steel and never found it difficult to hold for a long time. However I wasn't expecting it to come on as suddenly as it did. Fifteen more minutes and it was actually starting to hurt, and I was sitting in a funny angle while trying my best not to visibly squirm or hold myself. I'm not sure if the people I was with noticed or not. To be honest that was the last of my concerns - I was far more worried that I might be about to have an actual accident in my younger coworker's car, in front of him and his girlfriend. Now I've experienced desperation many times, partly on purpose but also just as a result of long drives home. This however was far beyond normal desperation. Discomfort is one thing, but I think I've only experienced genuine pain one other time in my life, and that was while seeing how long I could hold it. As far as I can remember that's the only other time I'd been this desperate. By now the pain was starting to be replaced by a feeling of numbness in my bladder, and I knew this was the last stage before loss of control. All I could do was try and hold a normal conversation as I watched the miles count down on the GPS, hoping they hit zero before my bladder did and I soaked my coworker's seat. Fortunately we made it into town before any leaks happened, although the last few minutes waiting at a red light were dicey to say the least. Not being in any state to give directions, I had them drop me off outside some shops about a minute's walk from my place. Getting out of the car was a difficult experience in itself, and I knew that the thin suit trousers and synthetic undies I was wearing would offer little protection, making any leaks dangerously obvious. To make matters worse, my bag was in the back of the car, so after I'd carefully climbed out of the passengers side, I had to bend down again to get my stuff out. That was followed by quickly blurting out my goodbyes, trying not to stay talking but at the same time not wanting to seem rude, or worse, make it obvious the situation I was in. I don't really know how, but I just about managed to hold it through all of that, and was relieved to see the car driving away as I walked across the street. By now I knew there was little chance of making it to my front door completely dry, but to be honest I didn't really care. At this point there was no one around, and I was just so glad I'd managed to avoid an embarrasing accident in front of people I know. If the price I paid was my undies taking one for the team, then so be it. After I crossed the street, I had to walk past a supermarket to get to my road. Thankfully it was closed at this time of night, but it was still a long way to stagger with my bulging bladder. About half way across I felt the first spurt dribble out, a small one but one which I knew wouldn't be the last. Eventually I got past the supermarket and rounded the corner to my road. I don't know if it was the latch-key effect of finally being able to see my front door, but this is where it happened. My bladder went fully numb and I felt the sudden surge as a slow but steady leak began to flow, followed by a spreading warmth across my balls and crotch, and soon after down my legs. I knew it was too late for either my clothes or my dignity at this point, and hoped I might be able to walk home faster if I didn't keep trying to hold it. So I gave in and fully let go, the slow leak turning into a powerful jet that made a noticeable hissing sound against the fabric of my pants. As expected, the synthetic material did little to slow the flood, and soon the warmth was running down my knees, then my calfs, then finally filling my shoes. I was well aware that a car could drive past at any moment, and also there was a pub on the corner, where someone might be watching out of the window, or even worse, come stumbling out the door. I hoped the dark material of my suit trousers would help to make things less obvious, but by now I was leaving a clearly visible trail on the otherwise very dry pavement. By the time I reached my door, I was still peeing hard, and my bladder still felt quite full. Not wanting to soak my carpet, I stood at the door and finished in my pants, facing away from the street and pretending to fumble with the lock to hopefully make it less obvious if anyone was watching. Only once the last trickles had run down my legs did I finally let myself in, feet squelching in what felt like a small lake in my shoes. Hoping to minimise the mess, I ran straight upstairs to the bathroom and emptied my shoes into the bath, then stripped off my poor, sodden clothes. However, by now feeling somewhat turned on, I decided to keep my wet undies on to bed, and snapped these photos. I also took a pic of the mess on the street from my upstairs window (censored somewhat in case anyone can guess my location). I expect what had happened was quite obvious to anyone walking past for some time afterwards. Even the next day, although it was now dry, the stain on the pavement was still visible. It wouldn't be until some time later that the rain would wash the last of my indiscretions away.
  9. Seen a few posts here recently wishing there was more male content on the site, and personally I have to agree. So I thought I'd get the ball rolling and made this for all you lovely people. I had family visiting for dinner last night and by the time everyone left it was almost midnight. Once they were gone I really just wanted to de-stress after cooking/hosting, so spent a few hours just chilling out, drinking a few more beers, smoking a couple of joints and listening to music. End result was I stayed up pretty late and so slept in for most of this morning. After a while I got to the point of needing to pee pretty bad but didn't really want to get up yet, so stayed in bed drifting in and out of sleep for a while and reading OmoOrg. Eventually I decided I'd better get up before I slept the day away, so hobbled to the bathroom pretty desperate and with a noticeably bulging bladder. I actually leaked a bit before I could get my phone recording but it doesn't really show on my undies. Anyway here's the resulting "accident". Soaking my undies in the shower Hopefully some other guys on here can add their contributions to this thread.
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  11. View File Soaking my undies in the shower Really had to go after a long lie in, decided to have a little fun with my boxer briefs. Submitter Can'tFoolOwls Submitted 04/01/2024 Category Male  
  12. I'm off for a weekend in Athens this weekend which means tonight was a mad rush. I got home from work at 5:55 and had to leave to catch a train to the airport at 6:25, which meant I only had 30 minutes to shower, shave, get a change of clothes, throw the last few things in my bag, put on shoes, turn everything off and get out the door. By the time I got home I was already desperate to pee from drinking water and cola all day at work. I didn't want to waste time going to the bathroom so my plan was to pee in the shower. However first I wanted to shave, which I had to do while squirming. Even before I'd put the shaving foam on it was obvious I wouldn't be able to hold on until I was undressed and in the shower. Within seconds I was losing spurts in my jeans, slowly at first but then faster and faster. Soon there was a golf ball sized wet spot on my blue jeans and I realised I wasn't going to make it. Still I was determined not to waste time going to the bathroom, so I decided to try letting a little bit out to ease the pressure. This turned out to be a mistake. I let out the first intentional squirt then tried to clamp off. The flow momentarily slowed but then became another squirt, then another and another, then merged together to become a slow but steady uncontrollable flow. By this point the wet patch covered most of my crotch and I could feel the warmth flowing down my legs. It was only then that I gave up. Realising that even if I managed to clamp it off after 5-10 seconds my jeans would still be soaked, and I was about to shower and change anyway, I just fully let go and emptied my bladder into my undies and jeans for a solid minute. Soon it had reached my ankles and my socks started getting wet, then it became a puddle growing at my feet, and soon the puddle was a little stream flowing across the lino floor. Eventually the flow stopped and I finished shaving comfortably soaked. I took some pictures before stripping off and jumping in the shower. Fortunately I made my train on time and now I'm at the airport hotel to get a good night's sleep before my early flight in the morning. Meanwhile my soggy jeans and undies are drying on the radiator back home. Has anyone else ever peed on purpose, accidentally or semi-accidentally purely in an attempt to save time?
  13. I've done it while biking wearing black shorts before. After a few minutes to soak in, the wetness is barely visible. Especially with the wind blowing past you to dry you off faster. I've even walked around the shops in my wet shorts after getting home and no one could tell.
  14. So tonight some peeps from work went out for a few drinks for a coworker who's leaving. I went along but the beer came over me quite suddenly so I left early before I made a fool of myself. Fortunately I live just down the road from the pub we went to so was able to walk home. I remember getting home and feeling quite out of it so went straight to bed. I felt kind of dizzy for a bit but ultimately fell asleep. I awoke a few hours later needing to pee so got up and went to the toilet. As I did I realized my boxer briefs were already very wet. Obviously I had peed in them at some point and the smell confirmed that, but I'm really confused as to when. I checked the shorts I was wearing and they're dry so I didn't wet myself at the pub or on the way home. I also have no memory of peeing when I got home so the only conclusion I have is that I must have peed the bed. When I got back to bed I checked the sheets and sure enough the sheets and mattress are damp, but only really like I'd gone to bed in already wet clothes. This is all very confusing to me as I'm not a bedwetter and have never peed the bed while drunk before, but I also can't find any evidence that I peed elsewhere in the house before going to bed. The best I can think of is that I peed the bed a little bit, enough to totally soak my boxers and leave a wet patch on the sheets and soak though to the mattress, but not wet them totally. Oddly I'm not at all embarrassed by what happened, honestly I'm more kind of turned on. But I still find it very strange that after almost 30 years of dry beds, including some while very drunk over the last 10-15 years, I apparently finally had an accident.
  15. I love how you show us your undies at the end of all your videos. They're always exceptionally cute.
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