Traffic Jam desperation?

[Wombat48]

I love situations where people become desperate to wee when stuck in motorway traffic jams

My worst was last year when it took me 2.5 hours to travel 6 miles on the M6, one and only time I have not made it to the toilet on time!!

Anyone else had similar experiences?

[Brian]

Visited the UK 6 years ago. Driving back from the Lake District across the pennines with my partner in the passenger seat, I got seriously desperate. I kept looking out for a toilet going through Keighley and Bradford, but it was all so-called "urban clearway" and there really wasn't anywhere to stop. And then we reached the M62 motorway with it's familiar "no stopping..." sign at the entrance, and there was nothing for it but to carry on. I knew there was a service station called Ferrybridge coming up in about 20 minutes, but I felt I just wasn't going to make it. I came off at a junction, seriously about to wet myself, and encountered more "urban clearway"! At a certain point, in some town, I just couldn't hold it any longer and just stopped, got out, and peed in full view of the public against a fence. That's the nearest I've come to an accident in my pants.

The thing is, if I hadn't left the M62 at that point we would have hit a traffic jam - which, fortunately for me, in the event stopped us when I had already peed! Also, the Ferrybridge services, when we finally reached those, were very unclear in how they were to be reached, and we actually missed them even though we had intended to stop there (despite the fact that I didn't have to pee any more).

The short story "Andrew's mishap in the car" in "Open Stories" is actually based on this experience. But in the story Andrew doesn't make it.

[Wombat48]

Visited the UK 6 years ago. Driving back from the Lake District across the pennines with my partner in the passenger seat, I got seriously desperate. I kept looking out for a toilet going through Keighley and Bradford, but it was all so-called "urban clearway" and there really wasn't anywhere to stop. And then we reached the M62 motorway with it's familiar "no stopping..." sign at the entrance, and there was nothing for it but to carry on. I knew there was a service station called Ferrybridge coming up in about 20 minutes, but I felt I just wasn't going to make it. I came off at a junction, seriously about to wet myself, and encountered more "urban clearway"! At a certain point, in some town, I just couldn't hold it any longer and just stopped, got out, and peed in full view of the public against a fence. That's the nearest I've come to an accident in my pants.

The thing is, if I hadn't left the M62 at that point we would have hit a traffic jam - which, fortunately for me, in the event stopped us when I had already peed! Also, the Ferrybridge services, when we finally reached those, were very unclear in how they were to be reached, and we actually missed them even though we had intended to stop there (despite the fact that I didn't have to pee any more).

The short story "Andrew's mishap in the car" in "Open Stories" is actually based on this experience. But in the story Andrew doesn't make it.

lol wish I had been in the car with you!!!

[greatwater]

Brian, if it happened last week, you could have used my toilet in Sheffield! Lol.

This happened to me when I was on my way home with my aunt from the provinces. My aunt let her friend drive and I felt the need to pee since we were halfway through. Whenever I need to pee on a road trip, I just look out for a gas station and pee there. But at that time, the driver brought me to a new route, with no gas stations in sight. I was getting more and more desperate, and hope I could see the sign of the gas station soon. I sat very still and talked very little because of my desperation, while my aunt and her friend kept talking along. I just didn't wanna tell them I need to pee, however badly I need to, until I saw a gas station.

Then we reached an intersection, and we waited there like crazy. Thailand can have the worst traffic jam in the world, and I was at one of the most horrid intersection. While I was trying to hide my desperation, a driver started to tell his stories, one among a hundred of them. He said,

"You know. This is one of the worst place for traffic around here. I've been around here a lot and I know. Last time it was more than an hour, and, you know what, people started to come out of their cars. They just needed to relieve themselves on the road side. On that day, I just saw men lining up along the road and pissing like there was no tomorrow."

After that horrible story-telling, I reveled the truth about my desperation. Luckily, when the light turned green, I could see a gas station not far from our car. The driver just parked, and I ran out to the men's room. I just unzipped, and blasted a thick stream flowing strongly in a minute and a half. It was crazy, but it felt so good.

Sometimes my writing about people being teased with desperation story when they need to pee reminds me of this experience. Well, I think the driver didn't mean to tease me.

[Fred]

I'm both cautious and shy, but I've had a couple of "desperate" traffic situations. One was (thankfully) at night, making the two-hour drive from a family get-together. There was an accident up ahead, and traffic came to a halt. I had had extra coffee to make me alert for the drive and I needed to pee. I sat there for about 45 minutes before we started moving again. I noted a couple of cars pulled over at the roadside and I seriously considered doing the same, but I hoped I could hold it until I got home.

I still had over half an hour to go and I saw the "rest area" sign, so I took the exit. The toilets were closed. So I scooted around behind the building where it was dark and took my blissfully long pee. Crisis averted.

[Def123]

Some of my best ‘sightings’ have been while driving along the motorways, one of my earliest was while driving in a rented van with a friend. Full story here:

https://www.ladspissing.com/viewtopic.p ... 2073#p2073

There have been 4/5 really good occasions since that first one, but the desperation in the ‘van’ was the best

There’s something unique about being effectively ‘trapped’ together in a car with a desperate friend, a sort of shared acceptance of the situation that you wouldn’t get somewhere else (if it was easier to take a leak somehow).

[Wombat48]

Would to love to hear more of your sightings!

[Def123]

Well the van story is the best (to me anyway as I got a surprise look at my friend pissing in front of me), but a similar thing happened about 15 years ago while I was at University, I’d driven a group of other students/friends to a meeting (mini conference) at a Neighbouring University about an hour away.

After the meeting there was a ‘wine reception’, which doesn’t happen often, the meeting must have had some decent sponsorship! We’d planned to go out for a few drinks when we got back home anyway, so the other guys had done a reasonable job taking advantage of the beer and wine on offer, I’d had to stick to the orange juice though because I was driving.

So we eventually set off on our way home, not before a mass group pee stop before we left! But the inevitable happened and the Friday traffic had turned the motorway into a 10mph procession heading back down south, to start with it was all fine and there was quite a bit of banter about being late back on work time, claiming overtime (we were students so not paid!) etc.

All very jolly until (again inevitably) one of the group, we’ll known for having a small bladder, chipped in with “Can we stop at the next services?”, queue much ribbing about him having a small bladder and him always needing to stop for a pee. But, then a second guy joined in with “Actually, I’m with ‘X’ I could do with a slash.” Immediately followed by the third immediately adding “Yeah, I’m regretting breaking the seal too!”

Now I found this hilarious, as for once I’d not been drinking as I had to drive, so I initially made some noises about not stopping and then said, yeah of course we’ll stop at the next services, BUT that’s about 10 miles so it might be a while? There was general grumbling and moaning but we pushed on slowly through the traffic.

After about 10 minutes or so, we saw a sign saying ‘Services 10 miles’ or something similar, I guessed that would take about 20 minutes in the stop start traffic we were stuck in. There was more general moaning, with one of my friends saying something like “I’m dying for a piss mate, can we pull over to the hard shoulder?” with another adding words to the effect of “Yeah we all really need to piss, we’ll have to stop!” I wasn’t keen on stopping on the hard shoulder, neither were two of the others (I think it’s illegal and not really safe, it was nearly dusk).

Anyway, we saw a sign for a junction in 1 mile, so decided we’d pull off there and find a lay-by or something. 2/3 minutes later, the guy in the front seat (original small bladder guy) is now visibly tense and has both his hands pressing on his legs right up at the groin. We take the slip road which deposits us on a very rural quiet road, basically in the middle of nowhere, no hedges or trees just open countryside. After about 20/30 seconds I see a sort of lay-by with a weird concrete ‘bus shelter’ type thing in it on our side of the road, so I ask, “Shall I pull over there?” which results in an Immediate chorusing of “Yeah that’ll do!”.

I pulled the car over off the road onto the waste ground, and even before I’ve stopped the car there’s the sound of 4 seat belts being undone and then a flurry of car doors opening as I put the hand break on, and my four mates disappearing round the back of the bush shelter in procession all undoing their belts and laughing away. I’d already decided I might as well join them (I’d had quite a bit of orange juice and water while they were downing the beer and wine), so got out of the drivers door and follow the last of the guys round to the back of the bus shelter thing. Round the back they’re lined up practically shoulder to shoulder, the first couple already pissing forcefully onto the bus shelter. I said something like “budge up boys” and take the end spot.

The guy next to me was from Portugal and he’d been sat behind me in the car so he’d got to the wall at the same time as me. I remember really clearly as he finally got his belt undone, flopped out his dick and started pissing he let out a huge groan of relief, leaned his head back right back and cried out “Oh Jesus Christ!”. Everyone fell about laughing while still pissing! I finished first and gave my friend X a slap on the back while he was still going, we stood around waiting for the Portuguese guy to finish, he must have peed for a good 90 seconds. He turned away from the wall and walked back towards the group of us while he was still putting his dick away (not shy this guy)!

We got back home an hour or so later, parked near my house and went straight out for a few more beers. As soon as we got to the pub, two of the guys went straight to the gents again for another pee.

[Wombat48]

That would have been amazing to see/experience

Were you not tempted to continue to the services though and make them wait?

[Def123]

I was tempted yes, would have been good to see their frantic dash for the services building, although to be honest I think it might have been another visit to the truck stop section to pee into the hedge rather than risk the waddlenindoors. I’d likely have missed the Portuguese guy’s reaction too.

Plus, as I think was mentioned elsewhere, when peeing outside there seems to be more openness to chatting/talking, making comment about how desperate people were. If it were indoors at a public toilet there would likely have been near silence and eyes forward. (Certainly no waving your dick around as you walk towards your friends

That and I’m far too nice!