Posted by philip on December 17, 1998 at 15:44
I always thought I was on my own in this until I started to read Forum magazine and then, more lately, got a computer and got on the net. Now it seems there must be thousands of people if not millions, even just in the UK who, like me, love to wet their pants especially in public.
For me it started when I was 16. Still at school I had been to a party at a friend's house some miles away which involved a bus journey for me and for some of my other school friends.
At this time I recall I had wet myself once during class at Infants school and had famously wet my pants during a carol concert at secondary school but this was about average for most kids I suppose.
On the night in question though, it came time to leave and catch the last bus home. I was with two girls and another boy (Steve, who was a good friend) while we waited for the bus which was to take us from one side of our town (Wolverhampton) to the other where we all lived.
The bus was a bit late and I, who had been drinking cider, soon found I needed to pee. It must have been obvious after a while because one of the girls had obviously noticed me crossing my legs and shifting from one foot to another. I noticed she was watching me and could feel myself blush when she announced to everyone "I think Phil wants to go somewhere...". My friends now all looked at me, by now unable to stand still, and began to snigger and chant "phil wants a wee wee, Phil wants a wee wee..."
There was no point in denying it. By the time the bus hoved into view I was beginning to do the "pee dance" and realised it was definitely possible that I was going to have an accident before I got home, and probably on the bus at that.
We got on the bus, wemt upstairs, and sat down. Ah the relief when sitting down. However it was short lived and after about 5 minutes I was fidgeting in the seat and having to hold my crotch. The conversation which had changed to other matters now went quiet as Steven and the girls could see I was big trouble. We all went quiet but I noticed the girls and Steve glancing in my directions, and at my jeans, as the bus bumped on its way.
Suddenly there was one bump too many, I felt a spasm go through my whole body and a spurt of pee shot into my pants quickly followed by another. This was it.........pssssssssssssssssss....I was wetting my pants. I remember saying quite loudly "I'm doing it" whereupon heads turned and not only amongst my friends !
I felt my crotch and bum becoming wetter and wetter....and wetter and then the final excitement as I could hear the splatter of pee trickling off the seat onto the floor. It wasnt long before the puddle trickled over the floor of the bus announcing to everyone that Philip had pissed himself !
You can imagine the ribbing that I got from mt friends but as I sqelched home I realised that I had actually enjoyed the experience. Needless to say it was followed in years to come by very many more "accidents" some of which Steve shared with me. If you want to hear more, email me.
Keep warm and wet.
Philip
Email: philiplowe@enta.net