Posted by Terry on December 22, 1998 at 16:25
In Reply to: Re: Peeing jeans in cold posted by Jamie on December 21, 1998 at 20:04
The bar was called Murphy's Pub, and I'll have a lot more to say about it. But I'll probably start a new thread rather than run this one off the page. Suffice to say for now that it was the first place I deliberately relaxed and let go completely in a public setting, and it was my regular bar for about seven years. During that time, I pissed my pants on barstools, at tables, at booths, and standing in crowds at various peak times, as well as at the pinball machines. Sometimes people noticed, often they didn't seem to, and most of the patrons didn't really care. I was far from the only patron to piss myself there.
One of my favorite m.o.'s for a few months, just to give you an example, was to arrive at Murphy's with an already partially full bladder, feeling a little pressure. I'd order a beer at a serving station at one end of the bar, and while the b.t. was making my change, I'd stand with my feet comfortably spread and let go. My favorite trousers for this number were a gray twill pair, cuffed and somewhat loose-fitting. I loved feeling the warm pee flow from the pouch of my briefs and trickle down my legs. It would follow the inseams, run out a little on the rubber mat, and leave very dark, nearly black swaths down both legs. I'd just go ahead with the rest of the evening then, standing by the juke box, talking with friends, sitting at a booth, whatever. Sometimes I'd wet those trousers again while seated somewhere and leave the bar at closing with the backs of my legs conspicuously wet, as well as my crotch. Now and then someone who notice. Rarely did anyone say anything. Again, I wasn't the only one having accidents. The times and the place were different from anything else I've experienced.
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