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    Young messing accidents or memories

    I recall that when I was about ten I had an accident at school. I was sitting at my desk when I got stomach pains and it quickly developed into an urgent need to have a "sit down" as we used to call it. The teacher was marking papers at his desk and so I had to wait behind two other pupils to seek permission to leave the room. As I stood there it started to come out into my white cotton briefs and because it was so runny I suddenly felt it running down the back of my leg out of my grey short trousers. Anyone who hadn't seen it soon became aware of my predicament because I just burst into tears. One of the lady teachers helped me to sort myself out and got me to wear my sports shorts for the walk home. All my dirty clothes were neatly parcelled as a present for mum.
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    So much for planning

    As an older guy I have suffered from bladder problems for a number of years. But just recently I have had to take medication which particularly in the mornings causes me to get desperate quickly. As a result if I am driving any distance I try to stick to a route where I know facilities will be at hand if I need them. Garages, fast food restaurants, public toilets etc. Last week I had a three hour journey to make and carefully planned things. I sometimes wear adult incontinence pads just in case but I find them bulky and uncomfortable and try not to. So on this day I just had briefs under my jeans. I had only been travelling half an hour when I quickly developed an urgent need to pee. But I wasn't too worried as I knew where some public toilets were next to a snack bar in a rest area. As I approached I noticed that the 'P' parking signs had been removed and to my horror I found that the toilets had been closed and huge sheets of metal covered the entrance doors. The desperation immediately intensified but I had no option but to drive on to my next "planned" stop. I knew of a garage that had toilets and it was only 20 minutes away. But it was an agonising drive that required me to squeeze myself through my jeans to hold it in. Even so a couple of bursts did escape and wet my briefs before I could make the garage. As I pulled up there was a sharp stabbing pain and this time I felt my self pissing into my underwear and onto my jeans before I could regain control. Thankfully I didn't lose complete control or I would have wet the seat. I hobbled into the garage only to find it was one unisex toilet that was already occupied. I just had to stand there, legs tight together and a constant grab of my penis through my already wet jeans to prevent a flood. Somehow I held on and managed to let the rest go in the toilet. Managed to get these pictures to record the event! Love pissing myself in the comfort of my own home but not in public!
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    have you ever had an accident in school?

    I can really identify with what Lukhas referred to above. I recall being in the first year of secondary school - about eleven - in the last lesson of the afternoon and really needing to wee. I held on till the end because I was shy about asking and then made a rather stiff legged walk out of the classroom and headed for the boys toilets. As I got there a friend came out and gestured to me not to go in. He said one of the school bullies was already "dealing" with one of the junior boys. I had no option but to go to the bus stop, catch my bus and hopefully make it home. I didn't succeed and ended up wetting myself big time sitting on the bus!
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    Okay, here goes...(fear wetting)

    I was once a passenger in a friends car and we were involved in a minor accident. But the shock must have been too much for someone who was already holding himself after a few beers and I suddenly discovered I had started to wet myself. I regained control fairly quickly but even a few seconds can soak your clothes. Luckily it was dark and he didn't see the wet patch on my jeans. I thought I had got away without any discovery until the following morning. I had put my jeans and wet briefs in the washing machine but my mother discovered them when she went to put some other clothes in. I explained what had happened and she was very sympathetic.
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    If you were stuck in a major traffic jam..

    I've had wet accidents in the car before now and damaged the seat. But having learned my lesson I wear a pull-up if I can plan things, such as long journeys. If I do get caught with just underwear and trousers I now have a secret weapon. It is an incontinence pad sold for use on armchairs in care homes. You can have a full wetting and it just soaks it up even if you are left with a very wet bum. The only problem is if you have someone else in the car as happened a couple of months back it is just too embarrassing to use. I landed up doing the potty dance outside an occupied toilet at a service station and was wetting my underpants as I rushed in to get relief! Dark trousers thank goodness - another good plan!
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    Clean Ups at School

    At my junior school in the UK there was a "little accidents" bag that had changes of clothes for the kids that had accidents. But at senior school you sometimes had to stay in your wet clothes or there was the option to wear gym shorts which of course singled you out as the boy who had wet himself. I once wet myself in an exam but the teacher just told me to sit there until the room had cleared. Then he brought me a raincoat so no one could see my wet trousers when I walked home.
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    I love to wet sports shorts

    You are a very naughty boy! Accidents are one thing but deliberate acts like that deserve a slippering.
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    Bed-Wetting Request

    I sometimes wake up as I am about to wet or am just starting to pee. But most times I wake up having wet myself.
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    Bed-Wetting Request

    I was a bed wetter into my early teens but was dry for many years. But developing diabetes has meand a return to my old ways but now I just learn to enjoy it. Something horny about waking up in a wet bed with either wet pyjamas or underwear
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    Desperate tyre fitter sighting

    I have been sympathetic to workmen too and my window cleaner asks to use the loo now because he knows me. About the second time he came I happened to look out of the window and caught a glimpse of him holding himself through his black waterproof work trousers and it was obvious he really needed to go. When he knocked to get payment the first thing he said was: "I couldn't use your loo could I, I am really bursting!" I ushered him towards the loo and he was pulling down his over trousers to get at his jeans on the way. I was going frantic and so turned on. When he emerged he thanked me and said that so many people are out during the day that he often has to hold it.. He is a guy in his '50s and told me that he used to sneak a quick wee down and alley or in someone's garden if he was really desperate but said that these days there are so many security cameras he doesn't chance it. I told him I understood because I have a weak bladder and had once done it in the car stuck on the motorway. Of course he was sympathetic and shared the fact that only a few weeks before he had wet himself in his van stuck in traffic trying to make it home. Nice to have a kindred spirit.
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    Most desperate ever?

    This was one of my most desperate experiences. I’ve never had a strong bladder and have always been in the habit of being cautious about trips where getting to a toilet might be a problem. About ten years ago I was on holiday in New Zealand and decided to take a trip to a place called Doubtful Sound. It involved driving to a lake where we would pick up a boat and this would take us to the other side of the lake. There we would board a coach which would take us to a visitor centre at an underground power station. Then we would be taken across a pass by coach. But it was only a 20 kilometre drive which would take at most half an hour so I wasn’t too concerned. I planned to make sure I used the toilet before leaving the boat and restricting what I had to drink. When we arrived in the morning we were told that it wasn’t going to be possible to visit the power station after all. When we reached the other side of the lake we landed at the visitor centre which had toilets, which I used and a display all about the power station. Then we made our way by coach to the next stop and I had no problems. I had prepared for the trip to some extent by getting a new pair of black corduroy trousers. These don’t show the wet much if you have an accident. Underneath I had on a pair of Y-front brand white cotton pants. The trip on the boat was excellent and I was more relaxed having made the coach trip. But on the way back up Doubtful Sound they announced that we could visit the power station on the way back but that if there was anyone who didn’t want to travel underground they could be dropped at the visitor centre. But then to my horror there was the following announcement: “As there are no facilities at the power station you are advised to use the boat’s toilets before disembarking.” It immediately set doubts in my mind and I wished I hadn’t drunk so much of the free tea and coffee on board. It hadn’t seemed a problem because toilets were close at hand. But then I remembered that having been to the visitor centre in the morning I knew I could use the toilets there before going to the power station. As we drove back across the pass to the visitor centre I had the first tell tale signs of needing to urinate but I wasn’t too worried because this journey was shorter because we were not taking photo stops. As we got close to where the boats moored we seemed to take a different route and then the driver announced that he would have to phone ahead to the power station control centre to get the security gates opened. It became clear that we were going straight to the power station and not the visitor centre as we had seen that in the morning. The power station entrance was not actually at the visitor centre as I had expected! I started to panic and as usual this made things worse. The actual drive and look around the power station main gallery took less than half an hour but by the time we boarded the coach again my bladder was swollen and I desperately needed to relieve myself. To add to the nightmare a second coach came into the tunnel after us and we had to wait for that to depart before we could leave the building. My friend, who knows of my bladder problems could tell that I was desperate and he told me to try not to think about it. Not easy when your bladder is screaming for relief and you are on the brink of embarrassing yourself in public. I dreaded pissing in my jeans on the coach as I know I would wet the seat. I had a black canvass bag with me and having placed that on my lap I was able to slip my hand under it and give myself a squeeze through my clothes to help hold it back. Every minute or so I kept getting a wave of pressure that took me to the brink of leaking in my underpants but squeezing my legs together and hunching forwards I was able to hold it back. When the coach stopped we tried to exit quickly but we were halfway up the vehicle and everyone was being very polite and letting those in front get out first. As I stood up I felt a burning hot jet of piss go into my underwear and trickle down the inside of my leg. I couldn’t grab myself as this would draw attention to my plight. I regained control but felt my pants were already very wet and a quick glance down revealed an unmistakeable damp patch on my mid blue jeans.. I hobbled off the coach and hurried as quickly as I could to the gents. I was greeted with two long lines of people queuing for the toilets. The line for the gents was shorter but still there were about six men in front of me. I kept losing control in little bursts and as I stood there I felt some more trickle down my leg as my underpants were now too sodden to absorb any more. Suddenly I saw a chap come out of one of the cubicles and I broke the line and made a dash for it. No one raised an objection. Probably because they realised I was hardly able to walk and the look of sheer desperation on my face left little doubt as to my plight. As I got my cock out I sprayed over the floor and toilet seat but at least I managed to do most in the bowl. There was nothing else to do but get on the boat quick and sit behind a table until I dried out. That took a good hour although my underpants were still damp when I changed them back at the hotel.