After the Theme Park (oh not again Danny, surely?)
Posted: 18 Jan 2024, 12:48
… with a distraught Danny standing at the edge of the Theme Park ride, with his sodden grey trousers clinging coldly to his wet legs, the firefighter who had lifted him out of the carriage walked across to Dawn. With his own trousers badly stained and soaked, he actually looked like he’d wet himself too, and he was holding Danny’s shoe in his hand.
“Here we are love, Cinderella’s going to need this!” he grinned as he handed it over.
Dawn gave a coy smile back, but the firefighter gently touched her arm, “Look, your boyfriend is going to need a fair bit of comforting I suspect. For any lad of his age to wet himself in public is pretty humiliating and he’s going to be feeling sore and vulnerable, not just tonight, but for a few weeks I’d imagine. He’s probably never had to experience anything like this ever before, so it’s going to be tough for him. He’ll probably replay that moment when he lost control numerous times in his head and it’s hard to imagine how he’s feeling right now. So just be aware of that if he gets a bit difficult, eh? He’s done something tonight he’d never have envisaged and he’ll be praying that it never happens to him again, so it’s a first for him to try and comprehend what he’s done.”
Dawn nodded, but was thinking, “Oh, if only he knew! It’s not the first time he’s wet his pants, or even the second, third or fourth time!!”
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As Dawn and Danny made their way to the minibus, which was going to run them back to the hotel early, hoards of people were looking at them. The breakdown of the wheel had been a significant event, but as onlookers saw that someone had wet themselves, there was some genuine surprise. Danny was walking awkwardly, with his legs apart, and there was no hiding his saturated trousers.
Dawn’s work colleagues had not really known what to say, and even on the minibus, with just the two of them, there was little in the way of conversation, whilst on their arrival, there were some horrified looks from the hotel reception staff as Danny walked in with his head bowed slightly.
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Back in their room, Danny kicked off both of his shoes and looked down at his wet trousers.
“Bollocks! Dawn, this is bloody embarrassing. I can’t believe I’ve done this and wet myself again! But it really wasn’t my fault, was it? What else was I supposed to do? I knew I was going to do it my pants, I just did. I couldn’t help it.”
“Oh Danny!” Dawn sighed, “every time you’ve said it wasn’t your fault. I know you’ve had some things happen that have made all your situations difficult, but why does it never happen to anyone else, only you? Why do you always need to go to the toilet worse than everyone else?”
Danny was unbuckling his belt and lowering his trousers down his legs as he sighed loudly, “Once I’ve peed after having a beer, it just comes on again so quickly, and so badly that I’m desperate, absolutely desperate, and it builds up so quickly that I’m in agony and can’t hold it in. I can’t tell you how bad I was bursting to go. I still reckon I’d have made it though, if that fireman hadn’t pressed so hard into my stomach. He pushed so much that I lost control and before I knew it, I was pissing all down my legs. I think I actually peed all over him as well!”
Dawn was half-thinking about how she was going to both face and explain to her work colleagues next week, as Danny strode into the bathroom, leaving his trousers, pants and socks strewn across the room for Dawn to deal with, when suddenly, she had the most horrific thought about something that had never even crossed Danny’s mind…
“Oh Danny!” she called out, “how are you going to get home? You’ve only got the one pair of trousers with you!”
“Brilliant!” yelled back Danny, “absolutely brilliant, that is!” almost as it was his girlfriend’s fault.
Dawn continued, “you’ve got clean pants and socks for tomorrow, but we didn’t bring another pair of trousers, it was only for one night so there didn’t seem any need to!”
A few minutes later, Danny emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, “So what am I supposed to do? Drive home like this? That’ll cap a brilliant weekend if I have to drive all the way home in me pants!”
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The next morning, with Danny unable to get dressed to go down for breakfast, Dawn nipped out and got herself a glass of orange juice and Danny a large cup of coffee from the restaurant. On the way back, she stopped at reception and spoke to one of the receptionists.
“Look, I know this is a very unusual request, but you don’t happen to have any spare clothes around, do you? Like from the laundry room or something? It’s just that my boyfriend had an accident when we were out last night, and he hasn’t got any clean trousers to go home in.”
The negative response was as she’d anticipated, but when she said that they might have to make use of one of the towels to enable him to get from the room to the car, the receptionist was surprisingly very accommodating, suggesting they could take the towel with them if they needed to.
Back in the room, Danny shook his head in dismay at the suggestion, but there was nothing else on offer, and as Dawn went to go back down to the desk, Danny said to her, “get me another coffee, will you? I’m starving, but I’ll have to make do with plenty of caffeine. Get me a large one, okay?”
Dawn was quietly apprehensive, “don’t forget we’ve got a two and a half hour journey back and we won’t be able to stop off anyway because of you not being dressed, don’t drink too much coffee.”
“It’s beer makes me piss, not coffee!” snapped back Danny.
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Forty minutes later they were waiting for the lift. Dawn was carrying their overnight bag, standing alongside Danny, who was wearing a blue shirt, with a white bath towel wrapped around his waist, hanging down to well below his knees and concealing a pair of white briefs underneath. As if he couldn’t have looked any more bizarre, he had a pair of shiny black lace-up shoes on his feet and some light grey socks pulled up over his ankles, with his bare lower legs on display beneath the bottom of the towel and the tops of his socks.
“This is bloody ridiculous, I look a right prat!” he growled as the lift doors opened.
Having made it down in the lift, through reception and out into the car park, Danny plonked himself down in the drivers seat of their car and Dawn opted to quickly return the towel to the reception desk, leaving Danny sat in the car in his white briefs as he downed the contents of another coffee.
“If anyone passes by in a high lorry and looks down, they’ll see I’m in my pants!” moaned Danny as she returned, “and we’ll have to have the heating on, my legs are going to get flipping cold!”
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It was nearly an hour and a half later, and they were on the motorway, having endured a trek along various A roads to finally reach the M1, as they probably had another hour before they got home.
“There’s services coming up in a couple of miles, I wish we could stop, I could do with a slash!”
Dawn was not best pleased, “You knew that Danny, I told you we wouldn’t be able to stop anywhere and I also told you not to drink too much coffee. There’s absolutely no way you can get out at the services, I probably should have asked if we could have kept that towel. But even then, you couldn’t have walked into a busy public building like that. We’ve only got about an hour or so left anyway.”
“Yeah, yeah” Danny mumbled, glancing down yet again at his bare thighs and his knees.
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“I bloody knew something like this would happen, I knew it!”
Danny was scowling and fidgety, as he was conscious that any high-sided vehicles could probably see directly down into his car.
Dawn looked at her phone again, trying to see if she could find a reason why they had been stuck in a slow-moving traffic jam for the previous 10 minutes, “Oh No!”
“What is it!”
“Forty-five minute delay!” exclaimed Dawn, “there’s been a incident with some signage falling from a bridge onto the carriageway, there’s a six-mile tailback!”
“You are fucking joking!” swore Danny, “we’ll have to pull off somewhere. I need a piss and I can’t sit here like this for three quarters of an hour!”
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Twenty minutes later, they had crawled about half a mile, and the queue stretched for seemingly miles both in front and behind them.
“I’m going to push across and pull over onto the hard shoulder” grimaced Danny, “I’m going to have to have a piss next to the car!”
“Danny, you can’t” replied Dawn, “you can’t stop on the hard shoulder in these circumstances, an emergency vehicle might need to get along it.”
“I’ve got my own sodding emergency!” he snapped back.
“Also, you can’t get out in just your underpants, not in front of everyone!”
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A further 15 minutes, and despite switching on his indicator several times, they were still stuck in the middle lane, as the traffic had scarcely moved more than a few yards. In the driver’s seat, Danny was getting beyond irate.
“For Fuck’s Sake! Move! No-one’s going to let me in even when we do move!”
“Danny, calm down. It’s no use losing your temper, there’s nothing you can do. We’ve just got to be patient, everyone’s in the same situation.”
“They’re not though, are they?” Danny shouted back, red in the face and expressing his fury, “not everyone needs a piss like me, do they?”
And he moved his hand down to tightly grip the crotch of his white briefs before scissoring his legs back and forth.
“Jesus, I am dying for a slash!”
Dawn was as concerned as she was annoyed.
“So even if we do manage to get to the hard shoulder, how are you going to get out of the car without everyone seeing you with no trousers on?”
“You can get out and I’ll climb over and get out of the passenger door so I can do it out of sight.”
It was almost another 10 minutes before the movement of the traffic allowed Danny to force his way across into the inside lane, exchanging a furious tirade of shouting and hooter-pressing with another vehicle, before he managed to manoeuvre the car onto the edge of the hard shoulder and stop.
“Right, get out, quick as you can, I’m on the verge of fucking busting here!”
But Dawn put her hands to her face in horror, “Oh no Danny, look, I don’t believe it!”
(to be continued)
“Here we are love, Cinderella’s going to need this!” he grinned as he handed it over.
Dawn gave a coy smile back, but the firefighter gently touched her arm, “Look, your boyfriend is going to need a fair bit of comforting I suspect. For any lad of his age to wet himself in public is pretty humiliating and he’s going to be feeling sore and vulnerable, not just tonight, but for a few weeks I’d imagine. He’s probably never had to experience anything like this ever before, so it’s going to be tough for him. He’ll probably replay that moment when he lost control numerous times in his head and it’s hard to imagine how he’s feeling right now. So just be aware of that if he gets a bit difficult, eh? He’s done something tonight he’d never have envisaged and he’ll be praying that it never happens to him again, so it’s a first for him to try and comprehend what he’s done.”
Dawn nodded, but was thinking, “Oh, if only he knew! It’s not the first time he’s wet his pants, or even the second, third or fourth time!!”
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As Dawn and Danny made their way to the minibus, which was going to run them back to the hotel early, hoards of people were looking at them. The breakdown of the wheel had been a significant event, but as onlookers saw that someone had wet themselves, there was some genuine surprise. Danny was walking awkwardly, with his legs apart, and there was no hiding his saturated trousers.
Dawn’s work colleagues had not really known what to say, and even on the minibus, with just the two of them, there was little in the way of conversation, whilst on their arrival, there were some horrified looks from the hotel reception staff as Danny walked in with his head bowed slightly.
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Back in their room, Danny kicked off both of his shoes and looked down at his wet trousers.
“Bollocks! Dawn, this is bloody embarrassing. I can’t believe I’ve done this and wet myself again! But it really wasn’t my fault, was it? What else was I supposed to do? I knew I was going to do it my pants, I just did. I couldn’t help it.”
“Oh Danny!” Dawn sighed, “every time you’ve said it wasn’t your fault. I know you’ve had some things happen that have made all your situations difficult, but why does it never happen to anyone else, only you? Why do you always need to go to the toilet worse than everyone else?”
Danny was unbuckling his belt and lowering his trousers down his legs as he sighed loudly, “Once I’ve peed after having a beer, it just comes on again so quickly, and so badly that I’m desperate, absolutely desperate, and it builds up so quickly that I’m in agony and can’t hold it in. I can’t tell you how bad I was bursting to go. I still reckon I’d have made it though, if that fireman hadn’t pressed so hard into my stomach. He pushed so much that I lost control and before I knew it, I was pissing all down my legs. I think I actually peed all over him as well!”
Dawn was half-thinking about how she was going to both face and explain to her work colleagues next week, as Danny strode into the bathroom, leaving his trousers, pants and socks strewn across the room for Dawn to deal with, when suddenly, she had the most horrific thought about something that had never even crossed Danny’s mind…
“Oh Danny!” she called out, “how are you going to get home? You’ve only got the one pair of trousers with you!”
“Brilliant!” yelled back Danny, “absolutely brilliant, that is!” almost as it was his girlfriend’s fault.
Dawn continued, “you’ve got clean pants and socks for tomorrow, but we didn’t bring another pair of trousers, it was only for one night so there didn’t seem any need to!”
A few minutes later, Danny emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, “So what am I supposed to do? Drive home like this? That’ll cap a brilliant weekend if I have to drive all the way home in me pants!”
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The next morning, with Danny unable to get dressed to go down for breakfast, Dawn nipped out and got herself a glass of orange juice and Danny a large cup of coffee from the restaurant. On the way back, she stopped at reception and spoke to one of the receptionists.
“Look, I know this is a very unusual request, but you don’t happen to have any spare clothes around, do you? Like from the laundry room or something? It’s just that my boyfriend had an accident when we were out last night, and he hasn’t got any clean trousers to go home in.”
The negative response was as she’d anticipated, but when she said that they might have to make use of one of the towels to enable him to get from the room to the car, the receptionist was surprisingly very accommodating, suggesting they could take the towel with them if they needed to.
Back in the room, Danny shook his head in dismay at the suggestion, but there was nothing else on offer, and as Dawn went to go back down to the desk, Danny said to her, “get me another coffee, will you? I’m starving, but I’ll have to make do with plenty of caffeine. Get me a large one, okay?”
Dawn was quietly apprehensive, “don’t forget we’ve got a two and a half hour journey back and we won’t be able to stop off anyway because of you not being dressed, don’t drink too much coffee.”
“It’s beer makes me piss, not coffee!” snapped back Danny.
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Forty minutes later they were waiting for the lift. Dawn was carrying their overnight bag, standing alongside Danny, who was wearing a blue shirt, with a white bath towel wrapped around his waist, hanging down to well below his knees and concealing a pair of white briefs underneath. As if he couldn’t have looked any more bizarre, he had a pair of shiny black lace-up shoes on his feet and some light grey socks pulled up over his ankles, with his bare lower legs on display beneath the bottom of the towel and the tops of his socks.
“This is bloody ridiculous, I look a right prat!” he growled as the lift doors opened.
Having made it down in the lift, through reception and out into the car park, Danny plonked himself down in the drivers seat of their car and Dawn opted to quickly return the towel to the reception desk, leaving Danny sat in the car in his white briefs as he downed the contents of another coffee.
“If anyone passes by in a high lorry and looks down, they’ll see I’m in my pants!” moaned Danny as she returned, “and we’ll have to have the heating on, my legs are going to get flipping cold!”
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It was nearly an hour and a half later, and they were on the motorway, having endured a trek along various A roads to finally reach the M1, as they probably had another hour before they got home.
“There’s services coming up in a couple of miles, I wish we could stop, I could do with a slash!”
Dawn was not best pleased, “You knew that Danny, I told you we wouldn’t be able to stop anywhere and I also told you not to drink too much coffee. There’s absolutely no way you can get out at the services, I probably should have asked if we could have kept that towel. But even then, you couldn’t have walked into a busy public building like that. We’ve only got about an hour or so left anyway.”
“Yeah, yeah” Danny mumbled, glancing down yet again at his bare thighs and his knees.
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“I bloody knew something like this would happen, I knew it!”
Danny was scowling and fidgety, as he was conscious that any high-sided vehicles could probably see directly down into his car.
Dawn looked at her phone again, trying to see if she could find a reason why they had been stuck in a slow-moving traffic jam for the previous 10 minutes, “Oh No!”
“What is it!”
“Forty-five minute delay!” exclaimed Dawn, “there’s been a incident with some signage falling from a bridge onto the carriageway, there’s a six-mile tailback!”
“You are fucking joking!” swore Danny, “we’ll have to pull off somewhere. I need a piss and I can’t sit here like this for three quarters of an hour!”
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Twenty minutes later, they had crawled about half a mile, and the queue stretched for seemingly miles both in front and behind them.
“I’m going to push across and pull over onto the hard shoulder” grimaced Danny, “I’m going to have to have a piss next to the car!”
“Danny, you can’t” replied Dawn, “you can’t stop on the hard shoulder in these circumstances, an emergency vehicle might need to get along it.”
“I’ve got my own sodding emergency!” he snapped back.
“Also, you can’t get out in just your underpants, not in front of everyone!”
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A further 15 minutes, and despite switching on his indicator several times, they were still stuck in the middle lane, as the traffic had scarcely moved more than a few yards. In the driver’s seat, Danny was getting beyond irate.
“For Fuck’s Sake! Move! No-one’s going to let me in even when we do move!”
“Danny, calm down. It’s no use losing your temper, there’s nothing you can do. We’ve just got to be patient, everyone’s in the same situation.”
“They’re not though, are they?” Danny shouted back, red in the face and expressing his fury, “not everyone needs a piss like me, do they?”
And he moved his hand down to tightly grip the crotch of his white briefs before scissoring his legs back and forth.
“Jesus, I am dying for a slash!”
Dawn was as concerned as she was annoyed.
“So even if we do manage to get to the hard shoulder, how are you going to get out of the car without everyone seeing you with no trousers on?”
“You can get out and I’ll climb over and get out of the passenger door so I can do it out of sight.”
It was almost another 10 minutes before the movement of the traffic allowed Danny to force his way across into the inside lane, exchanging a furious tirade of shouting and hooter-pressing with another vehicle, before he managed to manoeuvre the car onto the edge of the hard shoulder and stop.
“Right, get out, quick as you can, I’m on the verge of fucking busting here!”
But Dawn put her hands to her face in horror, “Oh no Danny, look, I don’t believe it!”
(to be continued)