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  1. A few weeks ago I had a bad accident in front of a friend due to my problems with being pee shy. I had agreed to help a guy who is a landscape gardener and we had to spend a couple of hours at this property. We had lunch first at a cafe and I had two cups of tea. It was cold and that would eventually fuel my need to urinate. Sometimes my pal Kevin knows the householder and often gets invited to have refreshments and the opportunity to use the toilet. But on this day the woman wasn't at home. I asked Kevin if we would be finishing soon and explained I needed to pee. H said he wouldn't be long and said to go behind a tree if I was that desperate. I declined because I knew I would have trouble urinating with someone close by. Even in a public toilet I have to go into a cubicle. So I told him I would be okay and just struggled on. As we were packing up I was at about 8/10and I was worried about how long the journey back would take. " Think I might just have that quick pee, " I exclaimed and drifted into the bushes as far away from him as I could. I'd just whipped it out when I heard a dog barking and the kitchen lights went on. The owner was back and now there was no way I could empty my very full bladder. I zipped up quickly. " Too late chum you should have gone earlier. We'll be back in 15 minutes, " said Kevin. The problem was that because we had finished later the traffic was much heavier than usual. As we slowly drove along I was now at a 9/10 and really concerned that I wouldn't hold it in. Kevin was giggling because of my plight and said his little boy could hold it better than me. That didn't help! I just couldn't keep still but was resisting that real urge to squeeze my cock through my jeans. Then disaster struck and a small jet of pee went into my boxers. I forgot my embarrassment and instinctively grabbed at my privates through my jeans and dare not let go. "Bloody hell mate ... just hold it!" said Kevin. "I'm trying to I exclaimed," as more piss escaped and I could feel the wetness. "I'll try and find somewhere to pull over," said Kevin. But we were in a residential area and it was difficult. At least I knew my pee shy would not be a problem now. I somehow held it in for another few minutes and Kevin drew into my road. Then an excruciating pain hit my bladder and I just lost control and peed in my jeans. I squeezed my legs tightly together to stop it soaking through to my bottom and the seat but it was not very effective. Kevin was very sympathetic and told me not to worry. He actually confessed that he had done it once waiting for the toilets at a concert which mad me feel better
  2. I went to a day camp with the scouts and they set up a latrine for those who needed a pee or a poo. After lunch I really needed to poo but when I went in there I discovered it was just a hole in the ground and no privacy from other boys. I was really upset because I really wanted to go but couldn't bring myself to take my clothes down and go close to others. I held it and held it until the day ended and we boarded the coach for the journey back. For some reason the feelings of urgency returned with a vengeance and I remember rocking backwards and forwards and pushing my bum into the seat to hold it in. It worked to some extent though I did feel my underwear, white underpants, were dirty to some degree. When we arrived back my mother was to pick me up in the car but she had been delayed and I had to stand on the pavement and wait for her. I was turtle heading and having to suck it up to prevent a disaster. When she arrived I hurried to the car but disaster struck and I just suddenly felt a huge log oozing its way out. There was nothing I could do and it just filled my underwear only to be followed by a load of soft poo. I just stood there frozen in fear feeling the softer stuff running down the back of my leg. My mother got me some old bags to sit in and there was a big clean up when I got home. The poo had gone through my underwear and stained my khaki scout shorts. Definitely the messiest mishap I ever had.
  3. One of my friends knew I had a weak bladder but I dont think he realised that I might wet myself.
  4. Yesterday I had friends staying and I offered to take them for a country drive. As I have bladder problems I always work out a route that will include places I can stop that I know have toilet facilities. All went well and I emptied my bladder when we stopped for lunch. I thought I might need to go again but had a stop planned. We were about five miles from the town I was going to stop at when I began to need to pee and as is often the case it soon became urgent. But I wasn't worried until the traffic started to slow and a police car was blocking our road and a sign said it was closed. I immediately felt panicky and started to worry about the consequences. My friend used the maps on his phone and worked out an alternative rote that would add about 40 minutes to our journey. I had to confess to my predicament and asked if there were any towns on the way that might have toilets as I really needed to go. None of us knew and I just had to drive on with a painful and swollen bladder. About ten minutes later I was ecstatic to hit this town and see a sign saying parking and WC. First we had to find somewhere to park the car which wasn't easy and I was getting more and more anxious as I knew I was close to an accident. I parked the car and rather gingerly got out and hobbled back to where the toilet block was. As I did so I felt a little hot jet of wee go into my briefs. But I was a few yards away. but horror of horrors the toilet cubicle needed a 20 pence coin and I didn't have one. I had to go back to the car to see if the others could help. We all searched and as we did more piss escaped and instinctively I grabbed myself. It drew attention to my plight and one of my friends commented; " You'd better run it looks a bit late already." And sure enough there was a wet patch on my jeans. I tried to hurry back to the toilet block but as I tried to get into the cubicle I lost the battle and struggling to get my zip down and my cock out I was pissing forcibly and wet my jeans heavily. Getting back to the car there was no way to hide my predicament. I tried to make a joke and said "Guess who didn't make the toilet. Pleased to say they didn't make fun of me and were very sympathetic. I took these pics once I got back to the house.
  5. I take some diabetes medication which sometimes leads to me needing an urgent soft poo. One morning I had a big normal poo and didn't expect to need to go again very soon and headed off to the shops. While I was there I got the feelings I needed to defecate and within a minute I was fighting to hold it in. Walking back home I could feel I had dirtied my underwear a bit but as I reached the house and I had stomach gripes severely and just went in my clothes. The worst part was that I was wearing loose boxer shorts and it just went down the back of my leg onto my jeans.
  6. Getting more and more often due to diabetes. Sometimes dream I am going to the toilet and wak to find I am wet.
  7. Pu a pair of plastic pants on under your underwear. Same great feeling but easier to deal with!
  8. A few days ago it was bitterly cold in the UK but I had volunteered to run a friend to the local hospital. The idea was to drop them at the main entrance and just come straight back - a journey of about 30 minutes. Parking spaces there are difficult to find and the parking charges very steep. For some reason the traffic seemed heavier than usual despite the fact it was 7.30am. By the time we got there I was already at 7/10 but thought I would be okay until I got back home. I should add that I have a weak bladder and usually wear a pad and plastic pants for such journeys. But I had got up late so just had some thermal long pants and my trackie bottoms on. I had left the hospital no more than a few minutes when everything ground to a halt and then progress was extremely slow. I was now at 8/10 and was thinking about where I could possibly stop and take a leak. But it was a suburban shopping area with no chance of finding relief anywhere. There were toilets in the town centre but by the time I had parked the car and walked there it might well have been too late anyway. I later discovered one road had been closed due to an accident on an icy road. I hoped the second one wouldn't be in my clothes! My big concern was flooding the car seat and I just hoped and prayed I could make it home. Added to my anguish, holding my pee had led to me needing a poo and now I was fighting both very urgent demands. I regretted not making sure I had done my morning poop before leaving the house but time had been short. By now it was 9/10 and being forced to hunch forward squeeze my legs together, clench my rear muscles and hold myself through my trackies. Managed a couple of photos as you will see below. Then came the realisation that I was losing the battle as my fingers felt damp and a quick glance down confirmed I was wet. I was now out of heavy traffic and would be home in a few minutes. Then I felt a long stream escape. I managed to shut it off and jumped out of the car to quickly get a plastic bag to sit on. It was a good move as moments later I just sat there and pissed myself uncontrollably. All I could feel was all my clothes getting warm and wet and I also felt I had started to poo in my undies, though not much. I parked the car and hobbled in as far as I could and managed to get onto the toilet before I fully lost control at the rear end. Lesson for today. Make sure you are always padded! Managed to take some pics of my mishap in the toilet.
  9. I was bursting at the beach one day and without a lot of people around I just peed in my swimming trunks sitting in the sand dunes.
  10. Yes I often feel sorry for women at these events because their queues are so much longer. My ex wife wet her knickers in a similar situation.
  11. The following is based very closely on a true event which happened to me decades ago! When I was a teenager I suffered from being pee shy and found it difficult to urinate in a pubic place unless it was in a locked cubicle. Many was the time I would arrive home desperate for the toilet, sometimes already wet. I had been forced to hold myself because I just couldn't start to pee when I was out. It was eventually cured by some hypnotherapy. My next door neighbour was a keen follower of football, soccer for our American cousins and occasionally he was able to get a ticket and I went with him. I'd never had a strong bladder which added to my problems so when we arrived I would pop into a cubicle in the toilets, pull my underwear and trousers down and urinate sitting on the toilet. It just made it easier to start the flow! It was an evening cup match at Tottenham Hotspur's ground in London with a large crowd and at half time as I felt comfortable I had a cup of tea from the flask that Reg had brought with him. That was the first mistake! During the second half of the match I felt a growing need for the toilet and became worried. I knew that at the end of such games there were often long queues. Crowds were very large and everyone stood in those days and you could hardly move let alone make your way out the toilets during a game. I just had to fight the growing need to relieve myself. I had often seen guys so desperate that they had broken from the lines and run to a nearby wall and pee only to be castigated by stewards or even the police. I had even heard tales of guy getting their cocks put and just peeing where they stood because they couldn't get out or hold their pee. The home side were winning 1-0 close to full time and I knew that soon I could hobble down to the toilets and hopefully get in a cubicle. But then disaster struck. The other team equalised and the game went into another 30 minutes extra time. I hadn't even considered the possibility. My need to pee immediately intensified and I went into panic mode. By now I would say I was an 8/10. The match continued but I was finding it increasingly hard to stand still. With everyone so close together I was able to move my hand under the heavy duffle coat I was wearing and squeeze myself through my trousers which always helped in those situations. By the time the final whistle went my bladder had gone from feeling intensely painful to literally numb! Anyone else who suffers from pee problems knows that feeling of going hot and sweaty and feeling their pulse in the head. That was just how desperate I was! We inched steadily down the terraces as the crowds started to clear and I prayed the queue for the toilets wouldn't be too long. But then I felt a shooting pain and a jet of hot piss went into my underpants - probably white cotton y-fronts in those days. Instinctively I grabbed myself and hunched forward which only served to draw attention to my plight. "You okay" said Reg. "Wont be long I need one too," he proclaimed. Eventually the crowds eased and we were able to move quicker. But another jet of piss graced my already damp undies and this time I felt a dribble go down my leg. I felt myself going red. Reaching the toilets there was a sight of about 20 guys outside the toilets, let alone those inside. And I knew there were only two cubicles! As we inched along towards the entrance more pee escaped and then that was it ...... the flood gates opened and there I was a 15-yearold uncontrollably wetting himself like a little toddler! Even now I recall the pee came out so fast that it pooled in my underwear before it could soak through the material and pee was running both down the inside of my left trouser leg and down the back of my legs and trousers. I just didn't say a word and thankfully as it had been snowing earlier, the ground was already wet and no puddle formed. Having got to the toilets I just went to a urinal and stood there pretending to pee. "Just made it but that was close." I told Reg and if he had twigged that I had wet myself he was good enough not to say anything to embarrass me. I had a very uncomfortable walk and bus ride home and I could smell my pee stained clothes. Even my socks and trainers were wet! But I managed to keep the whole incident a secret ...until now.
  12. For the person asking about teachers wetting. I have kept this from another site and found it years ago. Enjoy: I suppose we all have moments when the need to pee puts us in a real difficulty. My worst one to date cropped up some years ago when I had been teaching only a couple of years. The head had organised a week's trip from our northern secondary school to North Wales (his homeland) and I had been talked into going, along with a group of teachers male and female, and about forty pupils. We had one large coach, filled to the brim (no toilet) and we set off quite early. We were going to cross the Pennines in order to reach the M6 and then make our way down to Wales. He had planned the trip meticulously, and had said that we would stop somewhere in the Pennine Hills so that 'they could go to the toilet' except there would actually be no toilets on those quiet roads, so the girls 'would move one way into the trees on one side of the road' and the boys 'would go into the woods on the other side'. I don't know why it was because normally I have reasonably good control but after only half an hour on the coach I began to feel a gnawing need for a wee. I mentally shrugged it off as I chatted to the colleague next to me. After another fifteen minutes or so though, the gnawing need was turning far more rapidly than it should have done into a real constant urge to piss, causing me to shift about restlessly and wish I could go for a bit of a walk or something to shake off this increasing urge. I was also feeling anxious about it. None of the kids seemed to want to go. When would we stop? After an hour? We had only been going three quarters of an hour! What on earth was the matter with me anyway? I shouldn't need to go already. 'It's all in the mind', I told myself, but the urge was becoming quite desperate. 'When do you think we'll stop?' I murmured as nonchalantly as I could to my slightly older colleague Gary. 'Oh', he said, 'he won't want to stop yet-a-while mate. We've a good way to go you know.' 'We'll stop after an hour or so I suppose' I said. 'Some kids will be wanting a pee.' 'Yeah! Trust them! In a while I suppose' he said, and settled down again to his newspaper - as I did to mine. 'He's not much help' I thought. I sat in silence - all I could think of was my now throbbing need to pee. I wanted to be able to laughingly tell Gary I had to piss and get a bit of support and advice and not be so alone but I just couldn't! Was I the only one on this bus who needed a pee? I felt totally immature and stupid! 'If we don't stop soon and I get so I really can't hold it' I thought, 'I'll just ask the head to stop. I'll tell Gary I'm desperate and I'll just say I'm sure some of the kids must be too - then I'll ask the head to stop.' And yet I knew that I - a fairly shy newcomer then - would find that very difficult, especially in front of a load of teenagers. No way! If only one of the kids would ask to stop! That would solve the problem. 'He's bound to stop soon.' I thought. 'I've just got to hang on.'I squeezed my legs tight but dared not do anything more noticeable than that. The hour passed. Then another twenty minutes. By then I was aching and things were deteriorating rapidly. I was panicking. I was now bursting for a piss and squeezed my crotch under my newspaper to try and ease things and knew I'd have to do something fairly quick before I flooded the seat - and the floor! And everyone would see! All those kids! It didn't bear thinking about. I had to say something - do something. Then Gary spoke, looking at his watch. 'I expect we'll stop soon' he said 'I need a pee to be honest'. 'So do I' I replied quickly, wanting to add 'I'm absolutely bursting - we must stop!', but I couldn't. Then, to my utter relief, seconds later, I saw the head stand up - 'We're coming to a good place to stop. When we get off the girls can go off to the left and find a quiet spot with Mrs Carter. Boys wait for me to give the word and we'll cross the road and walk to that other lay-by about two hundred yards back and then along the footpath to a suitable quiet place. OK everybody?' I was saying to myself 'Oh thank-you, thank-you!' The coach drew into a lay-by. The head got off first followed slowly by everybody else - with lots of chatter and laughter. I rose a bit gingerly still throbbing for a pee and eased myself from my window seat into the aisle. Walking made things a bit better at first but then as we stood outside, the girls fussily gathering themselves together while we waited for instructions to cross the road, I felt an absolutely agonising need to piss there and then and suddenly and involuntarily let some go in my desperation. 'Oh please hurry up, hurry up' I said to myself, and jogged up and down trying to look as if I was just stretching my legs after sitting for so long, but actually in a panic to try and control the little jets that were now spurting in my pants every few seconds. I could feel a little trickle run down my leg and I was terrified I'd piss my pants completely and make a puddle at my feet in front of everyone. I contemplated dashing round behind the bus and doing it there but I dared not - everyone would see me. 'Right over we go' said the head. The kids raced across the road and rushed down ahead of us to the other lay-by. I got over the road somehow but at that momment felt again a totally overwhelming need to pee and a big gush spurted out and I crossed my legs tight and grabbed my crotch desperately. I had to stop walking and Gary stopped too as the others ambled on. I stood, legs tightly crossed having stemmed the flow but I was in agony now. 'What's up?' 'I'm absolutely bursting for a piss.' I managed to stammer out. 'Come on - it's not far.' 'I can't. I've got to go now. I'm pissing myself here.' And I uncrossed my legs and peed again in my pants as I wrenched open my zip just in time to stop a total soaking. 'I'll join you mate before the others get back' said Gary. I was breathing hard with the effort of it all but almost collapsed with relief as I let it all go. My briefs were soaked and I looked down and saw that my light khaki trousers were noticeably wet too around the crotch and on my left leg about three quarters of the way down to the knee. I was hot with embarrassment. 'You weren't kidding mate', I heard Gary say, 'you've pissed your pants'! 'Only a bit!' I said trying to pass it off but feeling like bursting into tears and wishing the ground would swallow me up. There was a sound of voices over the road beside the coach. 'Girls are back' said Gary grinning. 'Just wait till they see you! You should have brought your jacket with you mate to hide those wet trousers! Here come the lads too.' They were emerging from the woods a bit further on. 'Shit! What am I going to do? Don't tell anybody Gary, please!' The whole thing was a nightmare. 'Come on then quick, before those boys come. Get across the road. Keep close behind me and get on the bus - the girls won't notice. I'll stay outside and help count everybody on board with the head. I'll say you've lost something and are looking for it on the coach or something. Come on! Idiot!' Somehow I got to my seat and placed my newspaper over my knees to hide my shame. And eventually we set off. Gary just winked and grinned and turned to his crossword. I hoped I'd dry off before our next stop on the motorway and that no one would discover what had happened but I was terrified Gary would say something. When we reached the stop I still felt wet but the outward dampness was scarcely noticeable - I carried my jacket casually in front of me though, just in case. I was mortified. I don't think anyone found out but I could never be certain and Gary couldn't resist a few jokey comments from time to time in the months that followed. I always felt nervous that somehow it might all come out. Where did I go wrong? I just hadn't the nerve to ask for the driver to stop just for me - not possible. Was I unusual in that? And when we got off the bus I just couldn't make a mad dash to the woods, on my own, with everyone watching - not possible, for me, then, anyway. After a year or so I moved on to another job and was able to see the whole episode as an exciting and amusing, if entirely unwanted at the time, WS adventure. In future though I would want such things to happen to other people, and never, never, to me!
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