Anyway, here we go :
Some two weeks ago, I visited a christmas market with collegues. The exams had ended that day so we decided to celebrate this, just like the students do. So we took the train to a christmas market in a big city, which was a train ride of about an hour. At the christmas market, we did a good amount of beers. Although no-one was extremely drunk, we were all a bit tipsy at least. Just before we had to leave to catch the last train home, my bladder was about to burst, so I quickly visited the portable toilets that were present. I didn't want to have an emergency situation in front of my collegues, and it was a good 15 minute walk back to the train station, so I went. A few other collegues did that to, but not everyone.
So as we were walking towards our train, one of the guys announced he should have gone to piss and he had to go very bad. He goofed around with it a bit, mock-holding himself at a red traffic light we encountered etcetera.
But when we finally got to the train station, we had to wait for 2 minutes before the doors of the train opened, and then he was really doing a pee pee dance at the platform. Bending over, hopping from foot to foot : it was quite a show. He still wasn't alarmed though, since there are toilets on our trains. Then the doors opened and it took 5 more minutes for the train to get moving, and in those 5 minutes it is not allowed to use the toilets. By now, the urgency was getting really extreme with my collegue and he wasn't laughing anymore. He was sitting with us and really had to keep moving all the time to keep it in : holding his crotch, pressing his knees together, lifting up his but a bit, crossing his legs and a lot of panting. My other collegeus were kind of making fun of him (in a supportive way). I was joining in, but secretly really enjoying the show as well of course!
When the train finally got moving, the guy jumped up and sped out of our wagon, to the toilet which was -lucky for me- so nearby that we could watch him from our seats. And ... it was closed! Now, this was a mistake because no-one could be on it yet, so this meant the train conductor forgot to open it. Our collegue had no option but to wait until he appeared.
This took another five minutes and by that time, the guy was standing almost completely bent over with one hand firmly pressing down on his crotch, with his left leg wound around the right one and the foot of that leg wiggling all the time, while he was also bobbing up and down. I could see the outline of his briefs under his thight jeans (they were light grey by the way).I was enjoying this very much, but also felt bad for him. Also the other guys weren't laughing anymore, but were concerned. A minute earlier, I'd seen him cringe and I was almot certain he must have leaked a bit at that moment. At the moment the conductor opened the toilet, while apologising for it being closed, he cringed and moaned again. He darted in and stayed in for a good three minutes.
When he came out, his head was red from the effort and he felt really relieved of course. On his crotch, he had a wet spot the size of a tea cup, so he probably leaked both times that I saw him cringe, but we were all so considerate to not see that (but we all saw, of course). Imagine the state his briefs must have been in, they must have been even wetter...
I really hope I get to see him overestimate his bladder next year again!
Happy new year to all of you!
