Posted by Philip on January 25, 1999 at 16:12
A while back I posted an account of my first public wettings and how I "accidentaly" got into the thrill of peeing myself in front of others. For Terry (message 31.12.98) and for anyone else who is interested I'd like to describe an incident which happened when I was 22 and had been into watersports since I was 16. This was possibly the most embarrassing and yet memorable accident I have had before or since and involved me wetting my trousers during a wedding ceremony.
I had been invited to a schoolfriend's wedding which was to take place in Wednesbury a few miles from Wolverhampton in England. In fact I had not really wanted to go since I had not seen my friend for some time and I knew there would be very few people there who I would know. However, go I did on that Summer Saturday. I went on my own and was not one of the principal guests so my dress while smart was not formal. I recallI wore a dark blue blazer and fairly light grey slim fitting trousers (I have always worn tight trousers or jeans and do so to this day).
I got to Wednesbury about 11am with the wedding due to start at 12.30. I travelled there by bus, intending to visit a pub before the wedding and hoping I might meet someone I knew. I didn't and spent the next hour or so in the pub drinking beer. I really wasn't looking forward very much to spending all day at the wedding and in particular knew I would be bored stiff at the reception. In the back of my mind I was looking for an excuse to go home after the ceremony.
It didn't take long for me to think of a perfect excuse for dashing home after the ceremony....!
I had two pints of beer, went to the toilet and then had a third. All this on an empty stomach ! As I was nearly finishing the third pint (and getting braver by the minute) I soon found I needed the toilet again. Only this time I ignored the call of nature and left the pub to walk to the church about a quarter of a mile away. As I arrived and went in I was aware that my bladder was filling quickly.
I joined the congregation and went to the close end of a pew so that I would not be able to go outside other than by disturbing several people. Soon I was effectively "locked in" by several other guests including a middle aged woman who sat right next to me.
It was at this point that I realised I did know the family in the pew in front. They were a cousin of the groom and his wife and their son and another lad. The boys would have been about 12 or 13 I guess.
By the time I realised that I had been recognised the wedding was beginning and the bride was coming down the aisle. We all stood up and I knew I would soon be wetting my pants and that furthermore my accident would probably be noticed by the family in front sooner or later.
In fact it was sooner ! By the end of the first hymn I could not keep still and when we sat down I was fidgeting so much that the woman next to me asked me, whispering, ifI was all right. "No I'm not" I said but did not add the reason. I imagine she had already guessed ! We soon all had to stand again and when we did I felt the first small spurt of pee shoot out into my pants. I must have gasped or made some kind of sound for one of the boys in front looked round to see me standing legs crossed with one hand to my crotch feeling the front of my trousers developing a small wet patch. A few seconds later the boy turned again and clearly saw the small wet patch which had now formed. I saw him whisper to his friend who the turned round as well before they both looked away smirking to each other.
Somehow I managed to hold on without wetting further until it was time for the happy couple to retire to the registry at which point of course we all sat down. We remained seated whilst the organ played for about 5 or 10 minutes. I began to wonder if I would make a puddle onthe pew and floor and I noticed that the boys would occasionally glance round, presumably wondering the sme thing !
After what seemed forever the bride and groom emerged and we all stood once more. "This is it" I thought. And it was !
By this time the attention of nearly the whole congregation was on the happy couple as they went down the aisle. The woman next to me was of course looking in their direction so she would not have seen what was happening. The two boys in front however were clearly more interested in my predicament than anything else. From the way I had been behaving and the way I was now standing it was obvious that I was about to wet my trousers.
I stared straight ahead at nothing in particular and with my hand holding my crotch as the pee first dripped then poured into my pants. I felt the warm wee flooding round my balls filling my underpants before errupting on the front of my trousers to the intense amusement of the boys. Within seconds pee was trickling down my legs and there then began the quiet splattering sound as some pee dripped directly from my crotch onto the floor making a puddle which was soon made bigger by the overflow from my shoes. By this time I had given up all attempt to stop the flow and just relaxed, legs slightly apart, until eventually the pee stopped flowing.
By this time the boys in front were beside themselves and had clearly told the adult guests who were them. I saw faces turning and looking and heardthe words "had an accident" and "wet his trousers...a grown man" and so on. The lady next to me now cottoned on what I had done and I was expecting an expression of disgust. In fact what I had were words of sympathy and advice that it really wasn't a good idea to go drinking before a wedding ! What an understanding lady.
Well I stayed in the church until most of the congregation had left and filed out and made a discreet departure, not without a few more giggles from more youngsters who had clearly learnt what had happened. I had some strange looks and sniggers on the bus home although my trousers were nearly dry by the time I had taken a VERY long walk from the bus stop to our house,
My friend of course soon found out why I did not go the reception ..and the incident has always been mentioned on the occasions we have met since. As for the boys who had actually seen me disgracing myself, by chance I used to bump into one of them from time to time over the next couple of years. His stock greeting when seeing me was to stop whatever he was doing, cross his legs and pretend to piss himself whilst grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. Last time I saw him he was old enough to be in a pub which in fact is where I saw him. He still wanted to know if my trousers were dry yet !
This was a thoroughly memorable pants wetting and only rarely have I been able to experience such an exquisite feeling of humiliation, embarrassment and excitement coupled with the glorious physical sensation of relief and pleasant warmth when the dam finally bursts.
I hope you have enjoyed reading this. I get much pleasure from reading about other's experiences and I thought it was time I made a further contribution myself.
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