Who's peed their pants in a public place when desperate?
Poll - Total Votes: 7
I peed my pants once in public when I was desperate
I've peed my pants in public occassionally when desperate
I often pee my pants in public when desperate
I always wait to find a place to pee when I'm desperate
I wear a diaper just in case I get desperate
You can only vote on one answer.
Years ago when I was in my 20s I was living and working in a small town where they held a winter carnival every year. The carnival had snowmobile races that were held in the middle of the small frozen lake just outside town. The last year I was there I went along with a bunch of my friends. We took a few dozen cans of beer and set up a bench at the side of the lake using a couple old boards held up on both ends by old plastic milk crates. About a quarter mile down the shore was a staging area where the snowmobiles were unloaded and readied for racing and there was also a couple portable toilets at the same location. I watched the races for a long time while drinking beer. I probably had about four cans before my mates scattered to do different things. At one point only four of us were left and then left to join one of the snowmobile teams and a couple others left to get some food. They left me to guard our beer stash.
After about 10 minutes I started to get that familiar full bladder feeling. No problem, I thought, because somebody would soon come back even if just to get a fresh beer. No such luck though. As time went on and my bladder began to stretch to its limit, I shifted back and forth wondering what I would do if nobody returned. Could I go in the bushes that were about 60 yards behind our bench? Could I just pull it out and take a discreet leak while nobody noticed? The problem was that I was wearing black nylon snowpants over my jeans and a pair of men's thong underwear under that. That would mean a lot of shifting just to take it out. The desperation began to get worse to the extent that as we used to say back in those days my back teeth were floating. Eventually I couldn't hold it in any longer and I started to piss in my pants. The relief was amazing. I sat on the bench separating my legs so the pee wouldn't soak my pant legs. The pee just ran down my crotch through my underwear and and my the seat of my jeans and snowpants, flowing through the between the two boards I was sitting and onto the snow below. I felt like I was peeing forever before it stopped.
I got up and kicked some snow under the bench to cover the evidence of my accident and soon saw a couple of my mates returned. They didn't even notice that my snowpants were wet. That's the benefit of black pants. They said we were all meeting at a local bar so I helped carry the rest of our beer and gear back to the truck one of the guys had driven to the lake and we all walked to the bar because none of us was sober enough to drive at that point. My gf arrived to pick me up a couple hours later after I called her. She was furious when I told her I had to change as soon as we got home because I'd wet my pants. She teased me about it for the next week.
After about 10 minutes I started to get that familiar full bladder feeling. No problem, I thought, because somebody would soon come back even if just to get a fresh beer. No such luck though. As time went on and my bladder began to stretch to its limit, I shifted back and forth wondering what I would do if nobody returned. Could I go in the bushes that were about 60 yards behind our bench? Could I just pull it out and take a discreet leak while nobody noticed? The problem was that I was wearing black nylon snowpants over my jeans and a pair of men's thong underwear under that. That would mean a lot of shifting just to take it out. The desperation began to get worse to the extent that as we used to say back in those days my back teeth were floating. Eventually I couldn't hold it in any longer and I started to piss in my pants. The relief was amazing. I sat on the bench separating my legs so the pee wouldn't soak my pant legs. The pee just ran down my crotch through my underwear and and my the seat of my jeans and snowpants, flowing through the between the two boards I was sitting and onto the snow below. I felt like I was peeing forever before it stopped.
I got up and kicked some snow under the bench to cover the evidence of my accident and soon saw a couple of my mates returned. They didn't even notice that my snowpants were wet. That's the benefit of black pants. They said we were all meeting at a local bar so I helped carry the rest of our beer and gear back to the truck one of the guys had driven to the lake and we all walked to the bar because none of us was sober enough to drive at that point. My gf arrived to pick me up a couple hours later after I called her. She was furious when I told her I had to change as soon as we got home because I'd wet my pants. She teased me about it for the next week.
