Tender boat crossing

[Brian]

"Quite incredible!" remarked twenty-six year old Jonjo to his two similarly aged young colleagues who were standing with him on the bow deck of the medium-sized ferry boat. "There's always someone, isn't there? I don't understand it. I mean, why the hell didn't he pee before leaving their posh cruise ship?"

"Should I offer him a you-bee, do you think?" asked Anton.

"Don't you dare, the you-bees are for us. They'll all want one if you offer that!" replied Jonjo.

"What's a you-bee?" began Nate, but the other two were taking no notice of him and Anton was still in full conversational flow about his recent encounter with a passenger.

"He's just like the others. They're all a bit spoiled in their five-star luxury on board." Anton picked up the coiled mooring rope and swung it absent-mindedly in his hand as if he was already preparing to jump ashore despite there being at least five minutes to go before they would arrive. "They think the tender boat will have a fully stocked bar and restaurant with swimming pool, jacuzzi and toilets all waiting for them. They're not used to leaving their floating paradise and sitting crammed into a normal boat for a twenty-minute crossing."

"Yeah, I guess that's it," agreed Jonjo. "And they don't plan ahead for the long queues to board the tender boat after they've drunk down their fancy double lattés and lah-di-dah milkshakes."

Nate, Jonjo's and Anton's new colleague on his first day in his job, abandoned his curiosity about the nature of the mysterious you-bees and took the opportunity to offer a practical suggestion at this point. "He won't know where the gents' is when we're ashore, will he? How about I take the guy and show him where..."

But Nate's voice was drowned out by the noise of another boat engine which competed in equal measure with that of their own vessel. Anton and Jonjo switched their attention abruptly away from Nate, and Jonjo waved one hand and grinned towards the crew members of their sister boat who were all dressed in the same dark blue teeshirts and shorts with black life jackets. This other boat crew had cast off and left the pier a few minutes earlier and were steaming back towards the cruise ship with a group of returning passengers. Jonjo watched his colleagues in the other boat pass by, then he looked back into the passenger area of their own vessel and picked up the subject which had been engaging them before.

"Young bloke too, this time," Jonjo added with a glance back through the bow window at the guy in question, a slim-built young man of about their own age in a red teeshirt and tight-fitting black jeans, seated among the crowds of fellow passengers next to his girlfriend. Unlike his fellow passengers who were sitting in a relaxed fashion and watching the progress through the windows, this guy was leaning slightly backwards on his hard plastic seat, one leg stretched right out in front of him while the other leg flapped around at the side, encroaching into a significant part of his girlfriend's leg room, his hands gripping the tops of his thighs and his facial expression anxious and preoccupied. "So he isn't going to have some old guy's dicky-bladder syndrome as an excuse. What exactly did he say to you?" The last question was directed at Anton.

"He just collared me when I was walking through and asked me if there was a gents on board," said Anton.

"And you told him not to ask silly questions, I suppose?"

"No, I told him there's a public one near the pier where we dock. And then he wanted to know exactly how long it would be till we arrive."

Twenty-four year old Nate seized the moment to reiterate his suggestion. "He's obviously absolutely bursting. How about I escort him through the crowds as soon as we arrive and show him where the public toilets are while you two get the boat tied up and help the other passengers?"

Jonjo and Anton looked at their new colleague quizzically. Anton remarked: "They've trained you well with their customer service program, haven't they?"

"We don't have to take the passengers to the gents, unzip their flies and get their junk out for them, you know," added Jonjo crudely.

Nate persisted. "I only mean I can make sure he's first off the boat and finds the toilet alright."

"Feel sorry for him, do you?" asked Anton. "Look, just let his girlfriend worry about him. You do the job you're trained to do. It's not your fault he didn't go for a piss before getting on board."

Jonjo agreed with Anton. He nodded his head towards the fourth crew member, the skipper, a somewhat older man in his late thirties, who was currently out of earshot and seated in a cabin behind the glass steering the boat. "Jacques won't tolerate you disappearing anyway, even if one of the passengers is wetting himself. We're required to have all four of us present during disembarkation. Safety regulations and all that." And Jonjo and Anton dropped the subject and began general preparations for their arrival on the quay which was, once again, coming steadily more clearly into view, a small crowd of holiday makers already assembled there and waiting to be ferried back to their cruise ship.

Nate relapsed into preoccupied, anxious silence as he watched the two fellow crew members working together and bantering to each other and to the skipper Jacques as they carried out their routine operations. As a new worker on his first day, Nate's own responsibilities had so far been more limited, restricted to supervising embarkation and disembarkation of the passengers at the quayside or at the cruise ship, the two end points of their repetitive journey which they had by now carried out five times each way since the start of the morning. After the imminent docking by the pier, one more trip to the ship and back would be required before all four crew members would be relieved by new colleagues for an hour's lunch break before their afternoon stint. Kitted out in his dark blue standard-issue teeshirt and cotton shorts, with the black band of his life jacket passing around his waist and between his legs, he looked exactly like the more experienced Jonjo and Anton. Meanwhile the passengers, who had no idea that this was his first day on the job, were obeying his instructions just as much as they were obeying the other crew members. But neither the passengers nor his colleagues had any idea of what was going through Nate's mind all this time. They all assumed that he was calmly immersed in the routine of the work, but they were wrong.

Jacques abruptly switched the engines to idle as the boat drifted further towards the quay and Jonjo stood at one edge of the bow deck ready to jump ashore. Nate's eye was immediately caught by movement among the crowd of passengers inside their boat, and he glanced through the window to see that the young man who had waylaid Anton and enquired about the presence of toilet facilities had now stood up, while the other passengers all remained seated, and was swaying around precariously and grabbing the back of his seat to avoid falling over as the boat rode over some waves. The young woman he was travelling with was tugging at his red teeshirt and trying to make him sit back down.

Nate, for the moment banishing his own hefty anxiety and reverting to his professional role of ensuring passenger safety, entered the passenger's area himself and confronted the young man who was now standing with his legs pressed together and knees slightly bent, still with one hand holding onto the seatback and just about preventing the boat's rocking motion from toppling him over. "Sit back down for the moment please, mate," muttered Nate. "We're just tying up at the side now, then we'll get you safely off the boat."

"Yeah, sit down, Will, before you fall on the floor," agreed the young woman sitting next to him, pulling at the waistband of her boyfriend's black jeans and finally forcing him to drop like a stone back down onto the uncomfortable hard plastic bench-seat.

Will groaned audibly, rammed his hands down into his lap, lowered his head, bent forwards in the seat, pressed his legs together and made a motion with one leg riding up against the other as if to cross them, before opening his legs again with his hands still buried deep in his groin and started flapping his legs open and shut.

A man in his thirties sitting on the opposite side seemed to have taken pity on Will, more so than his girlfriend who appeared to be deeply embarrassed about the situation. "Hang in there, Will, nearly there," he encouraged him. "That other crew member said there's a gents somewhere close by the pier."

"You're going to have to get him off the boat first and point him in the direction of the toilets," said another man several seats away to Nate. "The guy's been bursting for a leak ever since we got on the boat. It's been driving us all nuts! I don't know why he didn't go before."

"Yes, get him off first," said an older woman nearby. "You should provide toilets on these boats, you know," she added accusingly. "I don't think he can hold on any longer."

"Some of us have to work a whole shift on board without peeing," murmured Nate, but then thought better of confiding his own problem with strangers and interrupted himself as he sensed various faces turning towards him in surprise. Instead he addressed Will again. "Just remain seated for a moment, man, while they tie us up at the side, then I'll escort you straight off the boat. The toilets are just at the end of the pier and round the corner."

Will grunted his acknowledgement and appeared to make a last supreme effort to sit still and keep his bladder contained while the skipper Jacques put the engines into reverse thrust and both Anton and Jonjo could be seen jumping onto the wooden slatted pier, throwing ropes over bollards and taughtening them as the boat bumped gently fore and then aft against the side. Nate, seeing distress in Will's face, quickly and prematurely grabbed his arm and helped him to his feet, then moved briskly to the rear door of the passenger area and opened it, instructing in a loud voice: "Everyone else remain seated for the moment, please, just you two disembark!", his last words accompanied by a nod towards the teetering Will and his girlfriend.

The noise of the interior aft door opening and the sight of his new employee ushering a couple of people out and towards the side caused skipper Jacques to turn round in his seat and stick his head out through his cabin window. "Oy, I haven't cleared you yet!" he called out to Nate. "You need to wait till I give the word!"

"Sorry!" Nate called back as he jumped ashore, observed that Anton and Jonjo had the boat already secured to its moorings despite the captain's objection, and then extended his hand to grab Will by the arm and help him step onto dry land, closely followed by his concerned girlfriend. There was no time, he felt, to explain to the skipper that the male half of the couple he was escorting off the boat needed the toilet desperately. The rest of the throng was following the pair out in any case, having ignored Nate's instruction to remain seated, and stopping all of them now would be like trying to put a champagne cork back in the bottle. Nate clenched hard to counter the pressure inside himself and keep his own metaphorical champagne from spraying out, muttered "Straight to the end of the pier, there's a gents round the corner to the left," at Will, then watched briefly as the guy started waddling slowly away, his knees still pressed together and his girlfriend encouraging him as best she could.

Nate had no time even to consider abandoning his post and making a dash in the same direction that Will was taking. He knew full well that he was obliged to help each and every passenger over the threshold of the boat and onto the safety of dry land, and with the practised ease of having done this already a significant number of times at each end point of their shuttle service during the previous two and a half hours, Nate grabbed every elbow and ensured that no-one stumbled during their potentially dangerous transfer from boat to pier. Anton, observing that Nate had prematurely begun the general disembarkation, hastily completed his task with the ropes and joined Nate so that the official safety regulations, which required a crew member at each side of the line of disembarking passengers, were being complied with. Nate continued his obligations towards the departing hordes, now working together with Anton, but also used one hand every now and then to pull at the strap of his life jacket to ease the intense discomfort he was feeling. This strap ran between his legs from front to back and was intended as a safeguard, should a crew member fall in the water, against the life vest being wrenched off over the person's head, but Nate had discovered that it could also exert subtle pressure in a region of his body which was now desperate for relief. Nate had decided firmly in his mind that he could not wait for their final there-and-back crossing before their break and needed to grab any spare minute before their next departure and make a run for the gents where the evidently equally bursting Will had headed a few minutes before.

At this point the last of the arriving passengers was disembarking and the first people at the front of the queue returning to the ship was ready to board. Nate gave another tug at the comforting strap between his legs and then made to beckon the first new passenger forward, but at that moment he spotted Jonjo approaching him and Anton briskly. Nate immediately prepared to utter the words he knew he had to say, asking Jonjo to take over from him because he needed to run for a quick pee, but Jonjo got in first.

"Nate, his knibs wants to see you in his den now. You've been a naughty boy!"

"Uh... what?" replied Nate, bracing himself to sprint to the other end of the pier but first trying to understand what his colleague was saying.

"Our skipper. He's not impressed with you. Get in there!" Jonjo was nodding at the glass-enclosed bridge of the boat through which Nate could now see Jacques looking in their direction and glowering.

Nate felt his bladder pulsating painfully. Hesitating, his mind reeling, Nate seriously considered ignoring this new, very unpleasant obligation and running off to the toilet. He looked back at both Jonjo and Anton and tried to gauge from their faces what sort of reaction they might give him if he said that, actually, he needed to pee first instead of going to face the boss. Would they be sympathetic and help cover for him? Or would they just laugh derisively, in the process no doubt attracting the attention of all the new passengers who were waiting to board?

"Don't worry, Nate," interjected Anton kindly, spotting a desperate expression on his new colleague's face. "His bark is worse than his bite. He'll give you a ten-minute lecture, but just keep nodding your head while he's carrying on and eventually he'll let you go. You'll be fine."

Jonjo grabbed Nate's shoulder and pushed him in the direction of the skipper's cabin, simultaneously addressing the first person in the queue. "Come forward please, mind your step!"

Nate moved the hand which had been pulling on his lifevest strap between his legs, briefly pressed his bulge directly through the dark blue standard-issue shorts and forced himself to keep control as he moved back into the boat and headed for the skipper's cabin. Jacques already had the door held open and nodded perfunctorily at a large wooden container with a flat lid, about the size of a coffin, which was lying on the floor at some distance from his own seat behind the controls of the boat. "Sit down!"

"Jacques, first of all can I just make a run for...?" began Nate, his hand pushing again in the area where he had earlier been applying pressure with the strap. The strap had by now become inadequate for the purposes of containing his bladder.

"I'm not interested in what you think happened just now. You're going to listen to me while I reiterate what you were already told earlier today about safety regulations when passengers are embarking or disembarking. I said sit down!"

The man's voice was sharp enough for there to be no possibility of even thinking of disobeying him. Nate sat down on the hard container, briefly spread his legs wide open, put both hands in between them, then closed his legs tightly on his hands and rocked his body several times back and forth as he struggled to keep control. Jacques started up a lengthy monologue, first of all chastising Nate for not having waited for clearance before letting the passengers disembark and then regaling him about the potential dangers of a boat whose moorings have not yet been declared stable. With an impressive display of multitasking, the skipper was combining this continued stern instruction with a routine of reading and checking instruments on his control panel, writing notes in a log book, and at times, as Nate was observing with increasing panic, making hand-signals to Anton and Jonjo or interrupting his spiel to Nate to bark orders to them. It was evident that the arriving passengers, who were much smaller in number than the previous ones who had been taken from the ship to the quay, had already finished boarding and the other crew members were preparing to cast off again for the journey to the ship.

Nate felt like bursting into tears as he overheard Jonjo's crisp reply "Yes, captain!" on being ordered to push the bow of the boat out from the side. He knew he could not last out until their collective break following this final there-and-back trip, and a horrific realisation was now dominating his mind that he could not even wait till they reached the ship and whatever emergency toilet facilities might be available for him there. It was in fact inevitable that he was going to have an accident and wet his briefs and shorts in front of his colleagues and all the passengers during this crossing, and it was going to happen imminently. Nate felt his waterworks starting to open and he trembled in his seated position while the older man in front of him pulled the throttle of the engine open and turned the wheel sharply to the right, all the while continuing to reel off the list of maritime regulations of which he was so impressively knowledgeable. The boat surged and heaved on the waves as it moved out into the open sea. Nate bowed his head and started to shake all over his body from the mounting panic. He continued to hold his piss back for the moment despite knowing that his efforts to do that were very shortly going to be fruitless. Paying no attention to the skipper's voice, Nate's thoughts were now entirely on trying to work out how he was going to avoid the man noticing when his pee started pouring off the edge of the box he was sitting on and onto the floor of the cabin.

At this point the door to their enclosed space was flung open and Jonjo and Anton both entered, Jonjo especially in high spirits. Jacques stopped lecturing Nate and turned his head away from the sea traffic and towards his two other crew members.

Jonjo looked directly at Nate who was still trembling visibly on the makeshift seat. "He's pissed himself!" he announced, a grin on his face.

"Sssh, they'll hear you!" admonished Anton, referring to their passengers.

"I haven't!" Nate blurted out. "But I'm about to! What am I going to do?" There was no point in conducting himself with any decorum anymore, Nate knew, considering that he was about to humiliate himself in front of them all anyway.

"He's all wet!" said Jonjo, taking no apparent notice of Nate's denial.

Nate could feel a sharp pain in his groin now and knew that his time was up. "I'm not! Not yet. Where can I stand out of sight so I can pee over the side of the boat?" This possibile solution had in fact already occurred to him during the skipper's lengthy telling-off, but he had dismissed the idea as impossible at the time. There was no area out on the decks where he would not be seen by any passenger who looked. By now, however, his priority was to make it clear to the rest of the crew that Jonjo's announcement that he had wet himself was premature and that he needed any suggestion of a way out of his crisis that anyone might now have to offer.

Anton now realised what Nate was saying. "You need a you-bee, right?" he said directly to Nate.

"Those are for emergency use only," interjected Jacques.

"It is an emergency, isn't it, Nate?" said Anton looking at his new colleague in concern. "Do you need a you-bee?"

"What!?" gasped Nate. He had picked up that his colleague was trying to be genuinely helpful but had no idea what he was talking about.

"A urinal bag."

"A what?"

Jonjo butted in. "Oh for goodness' sake! It's a bag to piss in!"

"Yes!" gasped Nate.

"They're in there," said Anton, nodding at the wooden container on which Nate was perched, his hands still squeezing in his groin. "Get up!"

Jonjo grabbed his trembling new colleague under his arm and pulled him to his feet. Nate staggered around for a moment, his hands still between his legs. Anton had the lid of the container on which Nate had been sitting open in a moment and started rummaging around amongst the items inside. Finding the object he was looking for, he fished it out and handed it to Nate who grabbed it but then looked uncomprehendingly at it.

"Put your pecker in there and let go," said Jonjo, pointing at a hole near the top of the unfamiliar object.

Jacques had by now returned his attention to driving the boat, but Anton and Jonjo were both fussing over Nate who nonetheless had no time to feel any self-consciousness as he yanked down the zipper of his shorts, pulled his penis out of his briefs and moved it against the round opening of the unfamiliar device uncertainly, still trembling all over. Now unable to control himself any longer, he let a spurt of pee go. It splashed straight out, partly over the urinal bag but mainly onto the floor.

"Point downwards, you idiot!" said Jonjo. "The you-bee doesn't let you defy gravity, you know."

"There's a dehydrated sponge in there," said Anton as Nate, crimson faced, moved both the you-bee and his dick to a lower position. "That's right, now just pee it all out gently. The sponge soaks it all in. Don't worry, it takes something like a litre or more."

Nate let go. He was in no position to do it gently as his sympathetic colleague had instructed, and he had to use his other hand to hold the bag against the powerful jet he was releasing, but the device was doing its job. The noise of the pee running into the bag and being soaked up by the sponge filled the confined space in which all four of the boat's crew were congregated. But any embarrassment Nate would normally have felt from this was superfluous. Anton gave Nate a gentle, supporting touch on his shoulder as he saw that his new crewmate, now in full flow, was managing alright, and then moved back to the storage container and extracted a cloth which he now used to wipe Nate's initial release from around his feet on the floor. Jonjo watched Nate intently while he pissed in the bag. Jacques stared impassively out of his front window at the sea traffic ahead of them. Nate's noisy release continued for nearly a minute before finally dwindling and stopping. Nate took a few deep breaths and then hastily returned his penis to its resting place and zipped up his shorts.

"Throw it in the bin, it's disposable," said Jonjo, nodding at a receptacle in the corner of the space.

"You've got Jonjo to thank that we've got you-bees on board these days. We didn't always have them," said Anton as Nate went to drop the now much heavier bag into the waste disposal.

"Shut it!" said Jonjo to Anton.

"He pissed himself last year on board our sister boat," continued Anton.

"No I didn't!" snapped Jonjo. "I held on."

"Well, your shorts looked wet to me," retorted Anton playfully. The two of them then appeared to come to a mutual agreement to drop the subject.

Nate now confronted Jonjo. "Why did you say I'd pissed myself just now?"

"What? I didn't," said Jonjo.

"Yes you did. You said I'd pissed myself and I was all wet. I didn't piss myself!"

Anton and Jonjo both hooted with laughter. "He didn't mean you!" said Anton through his mirth.

"I was talking about your friend!" said Jonjo. "That guy who was keeping us all entertained with his desperation on the last crossing. The one you had to escort off the boat before we'd even got properly tied up. He didn't make it as far as the gents."

"He's back on board now," Anton filled in. "His girlfriend's deserted him and he's going straight back to the ship by himself now. I guess he needs to change his pants."

The skipper intervened at this point. "You mean that bloke in the red teeshirt out there?" asked Jacques, nodding his head through the glass window on the interior wall of the cabin towards the passenger area. A young man in a red teeshirt and black jeans could be seen standing against a pillar in the boat's main interior section, facing away from the thirty or forty other passengers who were all seated on the benches. "He shouldn't be standing up like that. Someone go and tell him to sit down."

"I'll go," said Nate at once, gratefully grabbing the opportunity to extricate himself from the acutely embarrassing scene of the last few minutes and return to normal duties.

Leaving the skipper's cabin, Nate walked up to the offending passenger. "Can you sit down please," he said. "The waves can get pretty choppy once we're away from the harbour and out onto the open water."

"But I'll get the seat wet," muttered the man.

"That's okay," said Nate. There was no need for him to ask the young man what he meant. His black jeans were visibly sodden around and underneath the crotch and streaked down the left leg. "There are cloths in a container in the skipper's cabin. I'll dry the seat off before we let the next passengers on board. Come on."

Nate led the way to an area of one of the benches were no-one else was sitting in the half-filled passengers' area. On an impulse he sat down next to him as the young man obediently lowered himself onto the bench in his wet jeans.

"It's Will, isn't it?" said Nate.

"That's right."

"Hi Will, I'm Nate."

"Hi Nate."

"I guess you didn't make it in time after I helped you off the boat?" asked Nate. "Well, maybe I'm not surprised. You looked in a bad way to me."

Will made no reply.

"Look, don't worry about it, it happens to us all sometimes. I guess you're going back to the ship to get changed?"

Will nodded.

"Too much coffee this morning?" continued Nate.

Will seemed to open up to Nate now. "Yeah, I had to drink Mandy's coffee as well as mine. She wouldn't have hers when I brought us each one after breakfast, so I had to drink both. And I'd already had another at breakfast."

"Hah, yeah, that's awkward," said Nate sympathetically. "Mandy's your girlfriend, right?"

Will nodded.

"Didn't you pee before getting on the boat?"

"I wanted to. We were kept waiting for our tender boat number to be called. Then I realised I needed to pee quite badly, so I went back to our cabin so I could go to the toilet. But when I got there the steward was busy cleaning it."

"Oh, that's a nuisance."

"Yeah, and then our number got called over the tannoy. So I thought I'd just hold it till we got to the shore. Mandy wanted to go straight to the museum, and I knew there would be toilets there. But then it took bloody ages to get through the check-out off the ship and onto the tender boat. Then you all waited for something like half an hour before setting off." Half an hour was an exaggeration, but it was true that there had been a delay after boarding before their boat had been cleared to depart from its mooring against the ship.

"Yes, sorry about that," said Nate. "We have to wait for everyone to board and then there can always be some delay while we wait for the other boat to set off from the other side. It's no good if we arrive in the harbour and the other boat's still there."

"Yeah, well, it all took far longer than I thought it would." Will had opened up completely to the sympathetic crew member by now and was recounting his traumatic experience without any reservations. "And then by the time you finally got going I just felt I couldn't wait until we got to the pier. I asked your colleague if there was a toilet on board, and he said there wasn't. So I just had to hold on. But I couldn't even sit still. Everyone around knew. It was dead embarrassing. Mandy was embarrassed too."

"But you got off the boat alright when we arrived," said Nate. "And I got you off before I was supposed to because I could see you were bursting. Actually I've just had a rollocking from the skipper for doing that."

"Oh, sorry if I've got you into trouble."

"No problem. It's my first day in this job actually. He'll put it down to me not knowing the ropes yet."

"Oh, right."

"But why didn't you make it to the gents when you got off the boat? It's only a hundred metres away from where you disembarked."

"It was too late. I was pretty much wetting myself already before I got ashore. Then I just couldn't walk. Mandy was pushing me in the back but I couldn't put one foot in front of the other. I did all the rest in my jeans on the way. By the time I reached the gents there wasn't any more to do."

"Ah well, never mind, you've got a laundry service on board your ship, haven't you?" said Nate. "I guess when you get back you just give that room steward your wet stuff and change into dry clothes, right? He should have finished cleaning your room now in any case."

"Yeah, I guess so," sighed Will. "The thing is, these are brand new clothes I put on this morning. My underwear too, they're new Calvin Klein briefs, nice comfortable blue ones." Will had warmed to Nate so much by now that he felt like showing him his recent purchase. He pulled the waistband of his soaking jeans down slightly so that Nate could see the brand name on his new underwear. "Mandy bought them for me. And I bought these new jeans specially for the cruise too. It's a right bummer, pissing in my brand new clothes."

"Oh, it's fine," said Nate. "You've just baptised them! Now they're really part of you!" He slapped a dry part of Will's leg to accentuate the humour.

Will snorted and grinned back at Nate.

Nate glanced out of the window. "We're getting near your ship now. I'm going to have to spring into action shortly. Look, Will, are you on WhatsApp? I'd like to stay in touch with you. You seem like a nice guy. Can we swap numbers?"

Will smiled broadly. All his distress and anguish following his accident in his new underwear and jeans had vanished in the face of Nate's sympathetic friendliness. "Sure," he said, reaching for his phone.

[Lee]

This is brilliant! You know, unlike me, I was actually willing Nate to hold on!!

But how delighted was I to hear that Will had done it in his jeans! I love the thought of him doing it on the way to the toilet. My only regret was that he wasn’t wearing light blue jeans!!

There’s something delectable about a lad of that age wetting himself in front of his girlfriend. Maybe next time, he’ll do it in front of Nate!

I wonder if either Anton or Jonjo actually saw him wet himself? Or heard about it from others? Or saw his jeans and guessed? Much to speculate about. I love that.

A brilliant story.

[bodgyuk]

I can already see these characters in my minds eye.

Freudian thought or whatever, I misread "Look, Will, are you on WhatsApp? I'd like to stay in touch with you." as, "Look, Will, are you on WhatsApp? I'd like to stay and touch with you."

[Brian]

@Lee Thanks so much for your brilliant comments. Yes, a pity Will was wearing black jeans rather than light blue ones, but still, I picture the wet streaks being perfectly obvious. Love your speculation!

@bodgyuk LOL! It's possible I was actually on that wavelength unconsciously when I wrote that sentence.

[klads]

I was sure poor Nate was going to be left humilated and wet his pants, I didn’t see any other option for him once the boat took off again! Delighted Anton was able to step in and help save the day, while I am sure taking your dick out in front of your colleagues at work on your first day isn’t probably the best start, it could have been a whole lot worse!
Also thought it was very funny how Anton told Nate why they had the disposable urinals on board, it would be great to hear Jonjo’s “wetting” story.
I felt sorry for poor Will, he had made it off the boat, maybe not fully dry but he was nearly there. I do love to hear of a guy losing control and wetting his pants in front of his girlfriend/wife. There’s just something about a strong straight guy being humiliated like that in front of his girlfriend!!
I am wondering had it happened before, she didn’t choose to go back with him, instead electing to go ahead and do her own thing, I’m sure the conversation when they got back to their room that night was interesting.
Anyway I am rambling on, really well written Brian, I enjoyed the twist at the end, thanks so much for sharing!

[Brian]

Thank you too Klads. Love your comments.