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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!
  14. Your stories are amazing. The one about wetting in the bar is just the best and so courageous. I’m amazed your friend didn’t suspect anything. The nearest I have got to that was leaving the bar busting and completely pissing my jeans walking back from to my student room in the dark - a deliberate bit of desperation and loss of control. I also did a drunken wetting after a beer festival. I suspect I wasn’t alone on that occasion as I remember sitting at a table having a final drink with someone else outside the hotel and not being bothered to go to the gents. The next day, there were stains on the pavement under the seats where both of us had been sitting! I look forward to your next stories. Can they get any better?
  15. For me, shorts: denim, sweat shorts or cargo shorts are the best and jeans - blue denim. I used to like doing it in track suit bottoms. I also like swim wear, though I’m not sure I count wettings in those! That’s just relieving myself in certain circumstances.Anything that has to go to the dry cleaners afterwards, like suit trousers, is too embarrassing.
  16. Amazing story! I can relate to it so well. There’s something about rehearsals and performances at that age that seemed to make me want to pee as well. Aged 11 I totally wet my well worn and washed faded black jeans at the end of a 3 hour choir practice in the local cathedral, but I felt justified afterwards as I always thought it was unfair to make an 11 year old endure a practice that long without a pee break in the middle. Most of the other choir members were a lot older than me. I also recall running desperate after a long hold and lots of drinks to a toilet block at the end of a Boy Scout Christmas party to start uncontrollably wetting my shorts as I pushed the door Open so that half of the contents of my bursting bladder ended up in my boxers and shorts and the other half across the floor of the gents with maybe 30% staying in as far as the urinal. I took my time walking home the evening. But playing at the back of the second violins in a Brahms symphony with the local youth orchestra around the he age of 14, I started wanting a wee just before the slow second movement. I must have drunk something in the interval before it that went straight through because I was bursting for a piss through the third movement and seriously considered running out before the fourth, but decided I mustn’t and held on. The fourth movement lasted an eternity as I nearly wet my black suit trousers several times and let out a few spurts, the biggest of them at the end as we stood for the applause. As we got up to leave, I dumped my violin in the case without putting it away and ran outside and across the road to the nearest toilet panting and squirting, clutching my dick as hard as I could through the front of the black suit trousers. Somehow I made it without a catastrophe but my boxers were very damp sitting in the car on the way home, after I had faced all the questions about why I had disappeared at the end instead of going and talking to people! Somehow mothers always seemed to spare our blushes at that age when faced with the contents of the washing basket the next day.
  17. If its true, that an amazing experience. Why don’t things like that happen to me? If its a story, its still good. I like the originality and the ending! Did you stay friends?
  18. Great story and pics. Thanks. Hope you find yourself decorating a few new houses sometime where they haven’t plumbed in the toilet and there’s nowhere else convenient to go for relief!
  19. I had 3 aged about 10/11. I don’t remember any before that. The first was after a scout Christmas party. We were at the local military barracks and there was lots of soft drink available. I went to use the toilets after about two hours but on investigation the choice was ladies or airmen. Deciding I was neither I proceeded to hold for another hour. In a dire state at the end, I struggled to do up the zip on my coat and ran to the nearby toilet block, losing half of it in my khaki shorts as I went through the door. The second incident was aged 11. My mother took me to work for the morning. I amused myself playing games and doing puzzles and decided I wanted to prove myself by holding until we got home at lunchtime. As we started to walk down the road I realised I should have gone before we left and ran ahead. But the key jammed in the back door and I gloriously wet my shorts on the step. The third was after a choir practice in the local cathedral. The school choir went to rehearse the Christmas music one morning and to my dismay we had no wee break half way through. I survived that one, running to the nearby public bathroom afterwards bursting. But we had to go back the next day. Fearing the worst I wore grey jeans instead of my school trousers and took those in my bag. I survived the practice itself for 3 hours and pee danced my way through the procession practice holding myself without shame afterwards. Waiting to be dismissed my bladder went into a strange state of relaxation after its lengthy and desperate hold, my body shook and I peed for ever in my jeans. It was the most sensational feeling. My coat covered the damage apart from the hissing and the puddle and I got away with it by changing before returning to school. I think this last incident may well have been instrumental in setting off my omo later on.
  20. I witnessed two wetting during my school days. There may have been others but I can’t remember them. The first was a girl in my junior school. She always seemed to be desperate by morning break and was usually pee dancing as we stood to be dismissed. One morning I was standing next to her during this process and she seemed to be particularly distressed, moaning slightly and holding herself up her skirt, when suddenly it all gushed out right next to me. The other occasion was in the first year at my high school. We had to spend Wednesday afternoons in the same classroom for two and a quarter hours aged 11 and one boy asked about half way through to be excused and was refused. He asked again a bit later and was declined again. About 10 minutes later he struggled to his feet apologising, with pee running into his grey school shorts and making a puddle under his chair. I think he was a nervous lad with a fairly active bladder and I felt sorry for him. He was sent to the secretaries to sort himself out and returned in sports shorts a while later. At least the teacher apologised to him. But he was brave and showed up for school the next day. I think he got a bit of a phobia about being trapped on those days because he asked to go during the first lesson in the afternoon the following week and was refused. He slumped on the desk. Between lessons he was allowed to go and ran out of the room hitching the leg of his shorts up a bit. I breathed a sigh of relief for the poor lad when he returned a few minutes later with dry shorts.
  21. The pictures are great and the sweat pants show the effects of your enjoyment very well. It seems you had a really good time. Send us some more when you can. What did you cook? Sometimes having to stop and wash your hands when they are sticky and covered with flour makes wetting a good idea. You should try it when doing other jobs around the house. I went through a phase of wetting when I was doing the ironing. The beers slipped down nicely while getting my shirts and trousers ready for the following week and the after effects of the beer escaping into my jeans when I couldn’t hold on any longer, made a boring chore quite enjoyable! Perhaps you should become a chef!
  22. Great story. Sitting in an exam when the only thing you want in the entire world at that time is to piss is purgatory. I still have a vivid memory of one of my 3 hour A Level exams. I shall never know how I managed to emerge at the end of it with dry trousers. We had to wear grey suits in the Sixth Form and I’m sure that fear of the taunting I would get from my friends if I had wet them was the only thing that held it in! At the end I had cramp in my right hand from writing and in my left hand from clamping hold of my **** for well over an hour. Luckily I knew exactly where the bathroom was and escaped with only slightly damp boxers! It was a good move for you to do it al fresco behind the stores. Sometimes needs must!
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