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I like the summer best about wetting yourself because with the black nylon loose shorts a lot of guys wear (and I can't stand), it's easy to just stand around and pee. No one can see the wet stains, and everything is loose enough so that the clothing dries quickly. Compare that with wearing skintight jeans in the winter, and then having to use a bathroom and one isn't available! You're soaked and the jeans don't dry very well because they are so tight against your body.

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I always imagine what a guy like this would do if he had to pee or poop his jeans!

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A friend picked me up at my condo and we drove into DC, about a 20-minute ride, to go to a gay play at George Washington University. For some reason, before he got into DC, I had to pee real bad! I didn't to arrive at the college with a wet crotch, so just suffered until he drove up to the door, and ran into the building saying "I'll see you later." I just made to the men's room in time.

I was much more relaxed then, although Kim found the whole thing kind of amusing. Then he told me later he was driving home from a college reunion I think at the University of Virginia, about a 3-hour ride that you can't do in one "sitting," and there are no roadside toilets, so Kim peed in his jeans, then in a parking lot near his house (he lived with his father), he got some dry jeans out of his luggage so he could home looking like a man and not a pissy kid!

Dave

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Actually, he isn't my cousin but he could be my BF!

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I don’t know why teachers often ignore children who have to go to the bathroom desperately, but didn’t plan well enough ahead of time. Children aren’t adults; they don’t think about having to go to the bathroom until the feeling occurs in their bladders or bowels, that it is time to use a toilet. So when a teacher says, “We had a bathroom break an hour ago” or “You can’t go for another hour,” those are just meaningless words to the kid who is holding his crotch, with urine beginning to come out between his fingers, or is careful to keep sitting down, because if he gets up, he is going to shit himself in his underpants. And the kid is going to go to the bathroom in his pants anyway, because he can’t possibly hold it for another 5 minutes, let alone an hour. (It doesn’t only happen to kids, though—I remember one painful class in graduate school that I sat through, dying to pee. After class I was running back to my dorm certain I was going to wet the dark blue jeans I was wearing, but I made it.)

I remember one kid in junior high school, eighth grade I think, Jerry, who about an hour after lunch in an English class, raised his hand and said he needed to go to the bathroom. (That’s one of the main times that kids have to go, about an hour after lunch.) Some other kids snickered, because they knew what was going to happen. The teacher said he couldn’t, that they had another ½ hour and he would have to wait. Jerry was wearing skintight gray levis (everyone wore tight jeans, either levis or denim), and desperately had to take a shit. He had no room in his pants to do it, none at all. Those of us around him knew what was going on, because he had been shifting around a lot and had let loose a couple of muffled farts, the smell spreading through the back of room, where we sat. Jerry had stopped farting, and what was going to come out next was going to be shit.

Then he started wiggling his legs, moving them back and forth, and one hand kept going to his crotch, which meant that he had to urinate as well. Things didn’t look good at all. The rest of us, sitting next to Jerry or behind him, weren’t paying any attention any more to the class, we were just waiting to see what happened when a kid does it in tight jeans in a classroom!

I could feel my own penis getting a hardon in my tight jeans, and I guess some other guys were getting that way, too. It was very sexually stimulating. But at the same time, I was glad it was Jerry and not me, because I had been in those same situations! You feel absolutely helpless and know what’s going to happen, because it’s happened before, and it will happen again. Sometimes if you ignore the urge to pee or shit, the feeling actually goes away. But it will keep coming back, and eventually all your concentration is spent on what is going to end up in your underpants.

Then I guess Jerry got to the point where he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Sometimes the body just pushes the stuff out, going in spasms like masturbating. Jerry raised himself off the chair just a little bit with his hands grabbing the sides of his chair. I could see, sitting to one side, his rear bulge out suddenly, a lot. Then he sat down gingerly, right onto the bulge! The shit was forced into any possible space it could. In this case, one of the places the shit travelled was up his ass crack toward his spine, and then continued up until the edge of his jeans, then started squeezing out of the jeans at the waistband! We could see pieces of shit falling out of his pants, past his almost too-short black t-shirt, onto the back of his chair, then dropping onto the floor with a plopping sound. What a mess! I knew from experience that the other place the shit went to was down the ass crack toward the crotch and balls.

The smell was overpowering and went throughout the room almost immediately. Kids were coughing and going “Phew!” One kid yelled, “Couldn’t you hold it another 15 minutes!” Pandemonium started happening. No one was listening about English any more. Everyone was fixated on the contents of Jerry’s jeans. With all this going on, Jerry finally lost control of his bladder. He let go of his crotch that he had been holding, and instantly pee started soaking his underpants and his levis, mixing with the shit, and producing a very powerful ammonia smell. A dark gray stain spread across the front of his levis into his crotch and soaked his butt. A steady dripping sound could be heard as the pee poured off the edge of the chair onto the floor and started making little rivers across the linoleum. Kids started moving their chairs to keep out the way of the pee. If only the teacher had let Jerry leave when he had asked to go to the bathroom!

While this was going on, another kid to Jerry’s right stood up, also wearing tight jeans (faded light blue), spread his legs straddling the chair, and started wetting himself! You could hear the noise of pee splattering off the chair and spraying around the room. I couldn’t see him at first since he was sitting on the other side of Jerry but someone said later he had been wiggling around himself, and was glad for the distraction that Jerry had provided, because he himself was desperate to pee. Now kids were scrambling out of the way to avoid this kid’s pee.

The teacher ended up excusing the class early. Everybody practically ran out of the room ahead of Jerry, who now was crying, standing up, a huge circular dark stain on the front of his levis, pee running down his legs and making big pools on the floor around his sneakers. I felt really sorry for him, and went to him, put my arm around his shoulders, and told him I would help him clean up, and led him out of the room. The other kid that wet himself came over, too, and said he would try to help. He didn’t have to go that bad, but he still left a big wet streak down one leg almost to his sneakers. We almost ran into a janitor, who was hurrying into the room with a mop and a pail of cleaning agent.

Fortunately, the boy’s room was not too far away. Since classes were still in session, no one was in the bathroom. Jerry, the other kid, and me went into the bathroom. I told Jerry to strip, gave him a whole bunch of paper towels, and told him I had some extra jeans in my locker, and I would get them for him. So he went into one of the stalls, took off his sneakers and socks, unbuttoned his now totally soaked and shit stained levis, and started rinsing out his jeans in the toilet water. I came back with clean dry jeans and briefs, and after a lot more paper towels and water, Jerry was clean enough to make the trip home without embarrassing himself any more. The other kid used enough paper towels to dry himself as well. At least he didn’t have to worry about the shit.

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I do this almost every day, in tight 32x34 or 31x34 jeans. Just want to let you know that I do it, and will start updating this with detailed information on how much I enjoy this, in private and public!

Dave in Falls Church, VA
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I do this almost every day, in tight 32x34 or 31x34 jeans. Just want to let you know that I do it, and will start updating this with detailed information on how much I enjoy this, in private and public!

Dave in Falls Church, VA

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