Hello, welcome back from festivities to the dreary world of work in the cold, dark January. Anyway, I know a great number of desperation stories/fantasies would warm your hearts. (I think we should tell pee stories/ fantasies in Christmas, instead of ghost stories, as they often do in the UK.) The site of any festivities would surely provide everyone with great drinks, which soon fill the bladders of the participants. No matter how many portaloos are provided, men can still get caught short in the middle of the street, and become frantic as their tank starts to leak.
I can recall a friend of mine, who joined his friend's celebration party and ended up drinking too much. He realised this when we left the place and heading to our place, circumventing a huge stadium. He started to realise that we were in a dark, quiet lane, surrounding the stadium, and he saw no places he could go. No pubs. No public toilets. Even no big trees for him to hide and release his pent-up urine. He was quite drunk, I am sure, and started yelling, "I have to pee so bad. Oh I have to pee..Oh man I have to pee!" He kept on yelling while we were looking for toilets for him, and his situation was quite horrible indeed. Luck was on his side, however, as he saw a flickering light at the quiet stadium. We then saw a woman coming out of a door not far from us. Then, my friend kept asking, "Excuse me, is there a toilet I can use? I'm desperate." When she said yes, and pointed to a door very near to us, my friend just opened the door and turned on the light. It was a small, musty toilet and he just left the door opened. He just unzipped and let go! The stream was huge. We all saw and heard it. He beamed all the way home.
I don't know what happened next, but I'm sure he just broke seal.
Do you have this kind of stories about desperate men at parties or time of festivities? Do you have this kind of fantasy about desperate men in parties? Please share. It'd be great to light up a fire in this wintry, dark month (in the UK). Thank you.
Weekly Wee Chat: Festivity/Party Desperation
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greatwater
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Weekly Wee Chat: Festivity/Party Desperation
"What a relief! I thought I was gonna wet myself at the interview!"
"Damn the traffic! Been holding for about three hours!"
"Here we go! Ahhhhhhh Amazing piss!"
"Damn the traffic! Been holding for about three hours!"
"Here we go! Ahhhhhhh Amazing piss!"
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Fred
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Re: Weekly Wee Chat: Festivity/Party Desperation
It was an election party during my college years that took place in a classmate's rented room. It was fortunate that his landlady was hard of hearing because there was a lot of drinking and things got noisy. One of the neighbors came to the front door and said he was going to call the police.
I hadn't had much to drink but my housemate was sloshed. I took him by the arm and told him we had to leave immediately. As I guided him out the door he said he had to pee, and I told him there wasn't time. It was a fifteen-minute walk through residential neighborhood, and two or three times he said he had to pee. We were under a streetlight when he started to wet his pants. I got him up to his room (our landlady was a sound sleeper) and got him out of his wet things and into his bed on a towel.
The next morning he was very embarrassed and I got just a quick thank-you. The event was never mentioned again.
I hadn't had much to drink but my housemate was sloshed. I took him by the arm and told him we had to leave immediately. As I guided him out the door he said he had to pee, and I told him there wasn't time. It was a fifteen-minute walk through residential neighborhood, and two or three times he said he had to pee. We were under a streetlight when he started to wet his pants. I got him up to his room (our landlady was a sound sleeper) and got him out of his wet things and into his bed on a towel.
The next morning he was very embarrassed and I got just a quick thank-you. The event was never mentioned again.
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Re: Weekly Wee Chat: Festivity/Party Desperation
Greatwater, what a wonderful memory there! And Fred, your experience is absolutely brilliant!
My best memory along these lines is already written up here somewhere, but I'll repeat it briefly. When I was a student I lived in lodgings which were a house where a family lived, middle aged parents and a son and daughter aged about 22 and 18. I had my own room in the house. Occasionally the parents would go away for a weekend somewhere, and when that happened the son and daughter would take advantage of that my holding a noisy party in the house without their parents' knowledge. I was not the party type and spent those evenings hiding in my room. It was pretty annoying, especially if I was studying for an exam, but I had the compensation of listening for the inevitable results of all those men having had too much to drink in a house which had only one bathroom!
One memory which sticks in my mind is of a loud masculine bellow from outside the bathroom: "Hurry up in there, I can't wait!"
And another: I had already gone to bed with the party in full swing downstairs when the door of my room suddenly opened and the light was switched on. There stood a young guy who looked at me in confusion and obvious embarrassment, then said: "Is this the toilet?" As he said it, I could see him sort of wrap one leg around the other in a real classic desperation posture! He must have held it until he couldn't hold on anymore before coming upstairs to look for the toilet! I thought of answering sarcastically "Does it look like it?", but no, I directed him to where he had to go.
My best memory along these lines is already written up here somewhere, but I'll repeat it briefly. When I was a student I lived in lodgings which were a house where a family lived, middle aged parents and a son and daughter aged about 22 and 18. I had my own room in the house. Occasionally the parents would go away for a weekend somewhere, and when that happened the son and daughter would take advantage of that my holding a noisy party in the house without their parents' knowledge. I was not the party type and spent those evenings hiding in my room. It was pretty annoying, especially if I was studying for an exam, but I had the compensation of listening for the inevitable results of all those men having had too much to drink in a house which had only one bathroom!
One memory which sticks in my mind is of a loud masculine bellow from outside the bathroom: "Hurry up in there, I can't wait!"
And another: I had already gone to bed with the party in full swing downstairs when the door of my room suddenly opened and the light was switched on. There stood a young guy who looked at me in confusion and obvious embarrassment, then said: "Is this the toilet?" As he said it, I could see him sort of wrap one leg around the other in a real classic desperation posture! He must have held it until he couldn't hold on anymore before coming upstairs to look for the toilet! I thought of answering sarcastically "Does it look like it?", but no, I directed him to where he had to go.