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Allegretto

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  1. I was in a perfect position to see him discreetly holding himself under the table out of sight of his friend. I don’t think he realised I had such a view without even turning my head. His embarrassment was my entertainment and the sphincter muscle power he must have summoned up when his jacket fell must have been an agonising risk. I admired him for not wetting himself. He was almost in tears as he peed and clearly welcomed the chance to chat over the hand washing. Incidentally, I have always had issues after a broken seal. It used to embarrass me more than it does now and as you get more intoxicated you stop worrying about it.
  2. I can relate to the bit about desperation and fear of not being able to hold it as a kid, though I rarely had a problem in school. Bus trips were a nightmare and any situations where I thought I might have to hold on for a few hours without access to a toilet. Like you I always survived but there were a few close calls and more when the only thing I wanted in the world was to go in my trousers.
  3. Maybe some of you, like me, find that after you have peed once during a beer drinking session you then have to keep going every twenty minutes or so and does it bother you in front of friends who seem to have more robust bladders? The best scenario I ever witnessed of someone in this situation was one evening in my local. Two friends I didn’t recognise were enjoying a few beers and one of them seemed to be afflicted with this problem more than the other. This caught my attention and after his second visit, when his friend hadn’t been at all, he started to fidget and hold himself under the the table. After his friend went for the first time, he made a third dash and the two of them were there for a while until they were reaching the end of their third or fourth pints of beer and he had been at least once or twice more. Glancing across, I could see that he was desperate to go again. He was now sitting leaning forwards, crossing and uncrossing his legs and was maintaining a firm continuous grip of his crotch under the table. As the two guys got up to leave I took my chance to visit the gents. Walking past them, the guy in question was trying to put on his jacket in a way which didn’t give away his predicament and was struggling to maintain his dignity. It was clear he was at bursting point and as I walked past I heard him tell his friend he ‘needed to nip to the loo before they left’. He held it as long as possible and was obviously worried about his dignity on the taxi ride afterwards. As I was standing at the urinal the door behind me opened with such force it banged against the wall and it was no surprise who came in fumbling with his flies, panting and trying to keep his jacket on one shoulder. As he dashed forwards, the jacket fell off onto the wet floor and he let out an ‘oh fuck’. Going through his mind in that instant must have been the dilemma of leaving it there and reaching the urinal in time or stopping to pick it up, put it on and risk flooding his jeans. He went for the latter but was pee dancing like crazy and grabbing himself at least once. As he reached the urinal, he exploded piss and let out is gentle sigh. It was the closest I had ever seen someone nearly wet themselves in a pub toilet. As we washed our hands I couldn’t resist striking up a conversation, avoiding the embarrassment of pointing out to as complete stranger that he had had a very close call. It turned out he was a TV cameraman visiting his friend. It made me wonder how easy it must be for people in such a job to take a leak when out doing live shoots.
  4. I love these scenarios. Being in a situation where you aren’t particularly exposed to embarrassment and can reach a toilet if things go wrong but challenge yourself to reach a goal before using a bathroom or flooding your pants uncontrollably at bursting point, especially when the warning spurts are starting. Then things go wrong and an accident happens!, but still unnoticed. Even better when it’s in jeans or shorts, my favourite clothes for wettings ! I hope you get the night shift a few more times and ban yourself from using the library bathroom. And as for flooding a pair of work shorts on an airport runway! Brilliant!
  5. I can relate to Strokeknights experiences and wish I had a friend like you at uni. I got into omo by deliberately leaving a bar without going first and walking back along the river bank to my room bursting with beer piss. I christened various pairs of Levi’s, wranglers and Lee’s on the way but it was quite a few years ago and it was always under a coat that covered most of the damage. I just enjoyed reaching that point when I was holding on with all my strength but the flood gates just opened.
  6. What a fantastic omo experience. Wish I had been sitting at the desk next to you! It’s that great mix of desperation, embarrassment to admit you need to leave the room, holding on in agony In the hope of lasting out till the end but not managing it and finally giving up the battle and wetting yourself in public without being noticed. It’s a long class without a wee break. I guess someone had to clean up the puddle later. Why not put the video up?
  7. Such events are common with lads where there is a good sense of camaraderie. Discretion goes out of the window when inhibitions are overcome and they often get a laugh from just peeing together. It’s like a group stopping a minibus by the side of the road and all going in the bushes. I guess the roofer needed to go badly, didn’t think anyone from the public could see him, his mates probably did the same thing as going up and down ladders is annoying and wastes time . Trying to work in those potentially dangerous situations when you really need to let it out can’t be easy, so he just did what he had to do and probably quite enjoyed the spectacle he was causing. I was once driving round Israel. I arrived at one rest area and a group of young soldiers were standing in a line pissing into the bushes and having a laugh as they did so. They were speaking Hebrew so I didn’t understand the conversation, but I guess it revolved around their sense of relief that they had at last stopped, and who could get their flow the furthest. Neither they nor I were embarrassed, though I was a bit surprised at such a scene. And there was a public loo right next to where they were standing.
  8. Maybe you should go out for a few beers with him! I find it hard to believe someone would go out in the morning without peeing at some stage in the getting up process. Perhaps a couple of large coffees and nothing to eat if he had overslept was more likely. That would go through some people very quickly. If it was a genuine accidental dam burst, he must have felt so awful but such events are very rare for someone of that age.
  9. Suppose he was trying to tell you something. Maybe you should do the same for his benefit when the opportunity arises and see how he reacts?
  10. That sounds familiar Bladderlad. Not me, but I was once on a packed London bound train out of Brighton One night - maybe after a Pride, I can’t remember- when a group got on. They had been enjoying a few drinks. I heard one of the guys say to his friends he really had to piss before they left but getting to the train facility was hopeless and waiting for it to be free would be risky if you were desperate. The train pulled out straight away after his friends established there wasn’t another one for a while. I heard him say to one of them that he would have to get off at the next station and catch the next train but they were having nothing of it. They disappeared into the packed carriage and he slumped on the floor by the door of this train that stopped at every station on the early part of the journey. He was clearly sitting there in misery, and I looked round from time to time out of sympathy and a slight ‘interest’. To his credit when I got off after about 40 minutes there was no evidence of a puddle or stream but I feared for his jeans and dignity if he had to stay on that train much longer and it was at a stage when they were locking the toilets at Victoria at 11.00pm. I always wondered if he survived with dry jeans.
  11. Go for it! I guess you have had a desperate experience and nearly done it in your uniform at some point or witnessed one of your mates in that predicament. Just enjoy getting it out of your system.
  12. Like Guyandee I had a bad experience in one of my 3 hour morning A Level exams. I was so desperate for so long I seriously considered doing it in the grey suit trousers we had to wear for our Sixth Form a couple of times, sitting forward on the seat to prepare myself, and then deciding I mustn’t and summoning up the strength from somewhere to keep holding on. I was also seconds away from a complete uncontrolled accident at the end as I hobbled my way across the playground to the toilets. I made it and escaped with just a bit of dampness, nothing showed. I suppose the mercy was that I had the exam to think about, though I know I was not able to write as much as I would have done. I had to be more succinct with my answers because I had to keep stopping to concentrate on keeping it in. I will never know whether that influenced my result. However, my more terrifying experience was two year earlier. I always wanted to piss just at the thought of a coach journey at that age - mid teens - and we had to go to London for a youth orchestra concert , a journey of some 2 and a half to three hours in those days and of course coaches didn’t have toilets and no stop was scheduled. I stupidly went dressed in my best suit, which I had to wear for the concert. I wanted to go just one hour into the journey and I can truly say that the next one and a half to two hours turned into the worst agony for a piss I have ever experienced. There was nothing else to think about. I sat on a double seat on my own. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. At one stage my music teacher came to sit with me to ask mid I was ok or a bit lonely. Fortunately she only stayed for a short while and I could return to putting my hand in my pocket for much needed support. I was too frightened to ask for a stop, fearing they might say no and sit me at the front of the bus to monitor me and then it got too late for that. I was scared that if the driver did try to look for somewhere once we entered the suburbs of London I might end up having a horrendous accident in front of my fellow musicians when he couldn’t find anywhere to pull up. I watched public toilets go past out of the windows of the bus longingly. It was as if I had no choice. I was too proud to cry, too worried about appearing in wet suit trousers to let it go and too scared to tell anyone. How I wished I had worn my trackIe bottoms. At least I would have been able to change if the worst had happened. I clung on to my dick so hard it hurt, my bladder was in excruciating pain feeling as if it was going to explode, and I was terrified of wetting myself. I really have no idea how it held out. When we arrived, I didn’t wait for the instructions. I just ran to the front of the bus and asked to be let off immediately. I must have said ‘.......or I will wet myself.’ As the door was opened I ran into the street like a maniac looking for somewhere to do it. Mercifully a woman I asked pointed out the underground gents right next to where I was standing. As I started to run down the stairs I felt myself uncontrollably wetting. My instinct was to whip my zip down and get my dick out, pausing my dash down the stairs slightly. I did a massive trajectory of pee down the steps and then ran to the urinal pissing as I went. I continued there for what seemed like ages. As I did myself back up afterwards, I had to pause, shed a few tears, sort myself out and recover from the trauma for a Few minutes. My y fronts were quite damp but thankfully nothing showed on the concert trousers and as the rehearsal progressed I gradually dried out, but that memory lives on! The journey home wasn’t a problem. We stopped for burgers on the way and there was a toilet. I relaxed and had no problem, as I chatted to my friends. I know what you mean about the Brighton Pride! I have also stood in that queue to get in and heard one of the guys behind me telling his mate how desperate he was to pee. When we got in, unlike you he didn’t bother queuing for the loos. I saw him running Up the bank to the boundary hedge/fence where he joined quite a few others who were also similarly afflicted. I think a second queue would have been one wait too many!
  13. My first ever pair of Levi’s navy blue denims and still pretty stiff and unwashed at that stage. But I did it a few times after that And in various kinds of jeans, once I realised it was more enjoyable that using the gents before I left. Sadly I was alone and the walk went on a path by a river through the trees. I didn’t havre your courage to be so public!
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