The theatre trip

[Naughtyeef]

This is a true account of something that happened to me a couple of years ago.

It had been a highly entertaining evening watching the musical Tina in London’s West End and now my friend Michael and I were on the journey home to a town on the outskirts of London.
As I wasn’t driving I had been able to have a couple of drinks during the performance so when the show ended we both used the toilets before walking to the Underground station. I should add that it was common practice for me to use toilets when I could due to being blessed with a small bladder.
The first part of the journey was problem free but when we got to Finchley Road on the Metropolitan Line we were greeted by the signs “severe delays” on the announcement screens.
All we could do was wait but as we did I began to get those tell tale twinges that my bladder was filling up and I was beginning to regret that second glass of beer. Then a train to Moor Park came along and I knew that would take us a large part of the way to Watford and we could get the next train taking us to our destination.
I also knew that there were toilets at Moor Park as I had often used them.
“I hope it doesn’t take too long,” I said to Michael. “I’m beginning to need a wee.”
He knew of my bladder issues and tried to reassure me. By the time we got there my need had grown but was not desperate. We stepped off the train and whilst most people headed for the exit I made my way to the other side of the platform where the toilets were. But I hadn’t factored in the possibility that because it was late that the toilets would be shut and they were. I wasn’t the only one who had been hoping for relief
“Oh blimey … now what am I going to do,” I said to Michael.
“You haven’t got much option – you’ll just have to try and hold it, “ he said. “ Or find a quiet corner to take a leak.” It wasn’t really an option because there wasn’t any cover anywhere and of course the place was covered by CCTV. But thirty minutes later a train hadn’t arrived and I was starting to go frantic because I badly needed to piss.
We had struck up a conversation with an Irish guy who was clearly the worse for drink and insisted on showing us pictures of his girlfriend. But then he came up with the idea of sharing an Uber and he used his mobile to book one which was due to arrive in 20 minutes.
By now I could hardly keep still and although I really wanted to squeeze my cock through my trousers there were just too many people around and I would only draw attention to myself. We exited the station to wait for the taxi by the forecourt. Too well lit to get relief anywhere. Our Irish friend suddenly pronounced that he “really needed a slash” and hoped the Uder wouldn’t be long. “Your not the only one,” said Michael … he is busting too. I quietly thanked him for giving the game away.
A couple of minutes later I felt a spasm and a small spurt of piss dampened my light blue Hugo Boss boxer briefs. Instinctively I grabbed myself and hunched forward. “Fuck me mate you do want to go don’t you,” and our Irish friend laughed a little.
I thrust my hand into my trouser pocket and held myself that way. " I hope the journey doesnt take long Michael I am really worried I wont make it." I blurted
The Uber drew up and we all three got in with me by the door, Michael in the middle and the Irish guy the other side of him.
My plight was now largely hidden because it was dark. I was able to unzip my trousers and squeeze myself through my damp boxers.
“are you okay,” asked Michael. "Try and holdit. We wont be long.”
“I hope not … I really do need a wee and I'v done some."
My legs were shaking and I knew I dare not release the squeeze.
The car drew up at our destination but slipping my hand out of my trousers proved fatal and I felt a burst of piss soak my underwear. Michael and I got out but our Irish friend was carrying on a short distance. Michael started to negotiate something for our share of the fare and I just stood there a nervous wreck who couldn’t keep still. As I sort of shifted from one foot to the other more piss escaped but a few seconds later another burst became an uncontrollable stream with piss running down both of my legs and soaking my trousers. I'd well and truly lost the battle.They were a dark pair which didn’t really show the wetness but what gave the game away was the tributary of piss running away from my shoe.
“Don’t worry about it. These things happen and we haven’t got far to get home said Michael.
Back at the house I had soaking wet trousers, the front of my shirt, my white undershirt, my boxers of course and also my socks and shoes had all suffered from my accident.

[Brian]

Sounds like the musical you went to see turned out not to be the highlight of the evening. Michael seems like a nice friend, apart from revealing your problem to the other guy you met. What happened with that guy, by the way? Well, I guess you were probably in too much of a state to notice how he was dealing with "really needing a slash".

[Fred]

A reminder here that if you've had a couple of beers, peeing immediately after may not be enough. Once your kidneys are in high gear, it may take a while for them to settle down!