Posted by Dickie on September 25, 2000 at 14:34
In Reply to: question for the guys posted by Sarah on September 22, 2000 at 17:49
Grasping and gripping don't help much for me. In the build up to an 'accident', which I am desperate to put off as long as possible, sitting down and cramping my legs together helps for a while, then I just HAVE to get up and run around as though I was going to look for a toilet.
After a few minutes this gets me in control again and I can go to the next stage, such as buying a soft drink and a sandwich and sitting down to consume them. Outside cafe's with plastic chairs are a favourite choice. I tell myself I am going to eat my lunch and drink my soda really slowly as if I wasn't totally desperate to pee.
However after a few minutes my heart is racing and I find I am eating and drinking extremely quickly. I am then compelled to rush off again. Each time I find a new task I just have to do before I wet and concentrate on it. The most difficult task is having a shit (I'm not into shitty pants). Here a little piss is bound to escape however hard I hold on whilst sitting on the toilet. I drop my jeans but only lower my briefs far enougy to shit, holding my dick through the cotton. My briefs get a bit wet and I lose some of my stock of pee but mitly I am releived as an empty bowell leaves room for my bladder to expand. I can wring out the cotton and pull my jeans up without them getting very damp. I then have to have a long drink to replace the lost fluid and use up the extra space. Desparation comes back again pretty quick as there is already lots of fluid being processed by my kidneys. Then my dance continues.
In this way I can put off the public accident for over an hour after becoming desperate and on the verge.
Eventually of course I simply cannot hold it any more and find myself jigging and rushing around more and more. It's only after I start to involuntarily dribble that I can stop still and savour the slow, but completely uncontrollable, trickle into my pants. At this stage even if I try and let go I can't pee properly and I'll walk around still desperate with a slowly growing patch until my bladder is half empty before the flood comes.
Bladder now empty and jeans fully soaked my mind turns to the clean-up. By deliberate strategy I will have at least half an hours walk to my car and privacy. In that time I will always wet several times more as I now have virtually no control until I have changed into dry pants. In this state hardly even realise I need to pee again until I feel the flood down my legs.