Ben's accident

Joined : 16 Nov 2008 Posts : 13 Location : Netherlands

This is a story based loosely on a combination of two true experiences. Hope
it's enjoyed as much as I've been enjoying other people's postings here.

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Ben looked at the clock on the wall of the crowded bar. It was nearly
nine in the evening and he'd thought they were supposed to continue to the
party at eight. But the guys he was with, all fellow students who he knew
only vaguely, were still in animated conversation and no-one seemed about
to suggest they make a move. They were on their third round of drinks and
the first two rounds Ben had chosen a pint of lager: his third drink, which
he was half way through, was a cola and this was adding to the lager and
making him feel a bit bloated. More to the point, his need to piss was
beginning to prevent him following the football talk.

He glanced again to his left where Gary was still holding forth about the
first division teams as he had been for the last half hour, still seated next
to Ben on the edge of the bench which was placed against the wall, barring
Ben's only exit from their table. Surely Gary would get up to go for a piss
soon so that Ben could get out as well? The two lads opposite had been
to relieve themselves already and Gary had drunk as much as they had. Ben
didn't want to sound like a wimp by interrupting the conversation to get
Gary to let him out, so he continued to wait for a natural pause or for
Gary to move out anyway. Meanwhile he cursed his poor choice of where to
sit.

The discussion was getting heated. Gary was disagreeing with Jason opposite
him about the cause of some home defeat in the league and was demonstrating
some technical point with hand gestures on the table. Ben felt his
bladder suddenly trying to force the piss out and he squirmed on the bench,
pressing on his cock through his light coloured jeans. Then he became aware
that Dave, seated opposite him, was looking straight down into his crotch
with an amused expression on his face. Ben hastily moved his hands forward
and rubbed his knees, then involuntarily pressed his legs together as
his bladder attempted another contraction. The spasm passed and with a
nervous reflex Ben grabbed his glass and swallowed another mouthful of
cola.

Now Gary stopped talking and Jason turned to Dave on his left for support
for his point of view. Ben seized the moment and tapped Gary on the shoulder.
Gary turned to him and Ben started to rise out of his seat, simultaneously
starting to form the request to get past Gary. But Gary interrupted him with
a "Hang on..." and pulled a ringing mobile phone out of his pocket. Ben sat
back down and shifted back and forth as he struggled to hold in his piss.

"Yeah?" said Gary into the phone. "Oh hi... No, we're just round the corner
in the Red Lion.... Yeah but you said eight didn't you? Oh sorry," he looked
up at the clock, "looks like we forgot the time." Now a longer pause while
the annoyed caller was clearly having a go at him. Ben jigged his legs up
and down and grabbed his crotch again as his whole body got ready
to get past Gary and run for the toilet. It didn't matter whether Dave was
still looking or not, he had to stop the piss coming out. Now Gary was
speaking again: "Right then, see you in one minute. Ciao."

He pressed the button cutting off the call and addressed the other three.
"Gretta's not pleased with us. We get there in one minute or she won't let us
in. Come on!"

Everyone was on their feet in an instant. "Drink up!" called Jason who had
bought the last round and Ben found himself downing the rest of his coke and
feeling his stomach churning as he manoeuvred himself out from the bench
behind Gary. Dave had the door of the pub open and Ben trotted out after
the others. There was no option: he didn't know where Gretta's party was
and the others were half out the door.

At a brisk canter Ben followed the other three out of the pub, down the road
and round a corner to a house from which loud music was sounding. He followed
the other three through the open front door and then found himself stuck
behind them in a lobby area while they evidently said their greetings to
their party hostess. While running Ben had been okay, the physical
motion somehow helping him contain all the piss in his bursting bladder, but
as he stopped he felt about to wet himself. Frantically he pushed passed
a startled Gary and Dave who spun round and stared at him, and he came face
to face with a girl of about twenty who was evidently Gretta. With all eyes
on him Ben stammered: "Hi, can I use your toilet?" A spurt of hot piss
escaped into his underpants and he clamped his hand around his crotch,
squeezing his cock shut as it filled with pee. "Up the stairs, first door
you come to" answered Gretta.

Ignoring the snorts of laughter behind him, Ben ran up the stairs with one
hand jammed in his groin. Another short jet escaped and the left side of
his groin felt warm as he used his free hand to fling open a door at the
top. Poised to jank down his zipper and relieve himself into whatever
porcelain he came to first, he came to a stop and took stock. It was a
study-bedroom, the light was on and a seated bloke was staring up at him.

***

Rob the lodger had resigned himself to a noisy evening. As usual the
teenage kids of his landlord were taking advantage of their parents' absence
this weekend by holding a party. Locking his door was not a good idea, he
had learned from experience, because the party-goers continually mistook
his bedroom for the toilet and would hammer on the door if he locked it.
Their masculine bellows of "Hurry up in there, I can't wait!" were a real
nuisance. It was much simpler just to direct them to the toilet when they
blundered into his room.

There had just been some noisy new arrivals and, typically, the sound of
someone coming straight up the stairs to his door. He whirled round irritably
as the door was flung open. A guy in a t-shirt and light blue jeans charged
in then stopped and looked confused. Rob noticed that his hand was
squeezing his crotch from which a small dark wet patch emanated from under
the hand. The guy spoke with a cracked voice: "Is this the toilet?"

"Does it look like it?" Rob replied in irritation.

The lad now placed his second hand over the other one, pressed up so that his
jeans legs rode up slightly, and bent forwards a little still facing Rob.
His face registered agony. He didn't say anything.

"Come on, I'll show you where it is," said Rob getting up out of his chair
and moving forward to the door. But the young bloke didn't move from his
awkward bent-over position and as Rob turned back in disbelief a loud hissing
sound began as piss poured through the guy's crotch, down the legs of his
jeans and started forming a wet puddle on the carpet.

Ben stood there and wet himself, his bladder emptying itself continuously
for more than a minute and a half, while the stranger stared at him.

Joined : 11 Aug 2008 Posts : 277

I want to be Rob. I want to be Rob. Hot guy pissing his pants right in front of me. I want to be Rob.

Next chapter? Please?

Joined : 07 Aug 2008 Posts : 77 Location : UK - Midlands

I'm sure I must have some clean dry underpants here that will fit Ben. Just let me close the door and then he can change...

Joined : 16 Jun 2008 Posts : 195 Location : England

Love it - classic movie material! He'll need more than just underpants. He'd have to have a complete change of clothes in Rob's room to save himself embarrassment. How nice of Rob to offer!

Strange how some people still wear light coloured jeans when they go out - so impractical! Even if you're not in the habit of pissing yourself, someone could spill their drink on you and make it look as if you pissed yourself.

So is there a part two? What happened in Rob's room...
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Joined : 16 Nov 2008 Posts : 13 Location : Netherlands

Yeah, I agree that Rob's got the best deal now. Here goes then... Very Happy

Chapter 2:

Gradually the hot stream running down Ben's legs subsided. As the incredible
feeling of relief from his now relaxed bladder mingled with horror as he
surveyed the soaking front of his normally light jeans now streaked dark
all the way down both legs and the similarly dark, steaming patch on the
bloke's carpet around his shoes, Ben slowly looked up at the stranger who
was still standing speechless. "Oh fuck I'm sorry, I thought this was the
toilet. She directed me here..." The last words died away as his voice
cracked and tears pricked his eyes. He blinked them back and stared
pathetically at the guy who looked maybe five years older than his own
21 years and was dressed in a grey tracksuit which, Ben now noticed vaguely,
was sharply tented with an obviously raging hard-on.

Rob spoke for the first time. "You mean Gretta, right? Yeah, she does that.
Stupid cow thinks it's funny to send people to my room when they need a piss.
Drives me up the wall and I know she does it deliberately. But why didn't
you let me show you where the toilet was? I was going to take you there."

This sudden show of sympathy after he'd barged into this guy's room and
wet himself on his carpet was overwhelming for Ben. The tears he had been
blinking back now ran down his hot face as his sodden jeans started to
lose their warmth and turn clammy. The explanation emerged from his mouth
in a series of gasping sobs: "It was too late. I was bursting when I arrived
and needed to piss immediately. I .. I was already doing it in my pants and
just couldn't wait. Oh, now what do I do?"

"OK, stand still where you are. Try not to get anywhere else on the carpet
wet. I'm Rob, by the way. What's your name?"

"Ben. Oh, fuck-fuck-fuck, what do I do now? I can't go back down like this."

"It's OK, Ben, I've got some spare clothes which should fit you. Let's get
you out of that wet stuff..."

At this point there was a shout from someone on the stairs. It was Gary.
"You find the bathroom alright Ben? You OK up there?"

Ben cringed but Rob darted to his door and opened it a fraction calling out:
"It's OK, Ben's just stopped off by me to ask about my music collection. He'll
be down in a minute." And he shut the door and pulled the bolt across.

"OK that'll keep them out. Come on, strip those jeans off where you're
standing and hand them to me." He came back from the door and stood up close
to Ben so that his tented trackies were almost touching Ben's thigh. Ben's
fingers trembled as he struggled to free the tight button from the piss-soaked
denim and after a few fruitless moments in which he couldn't force his still
trembling hands to do what they had to do, he felt Rob's gentle hands
make fleeting contact with his soaking crotch on the inside of which Ben's
cock was pressing as he helped push the button free. As a team the two of
them got the soaking wet jeans open and they dropped to the floor around
Ben's ankles freeing the bulge of his cock in the sodden white underwear.

Suddenly Ben felt the involuntary release of more piss, maybe the last
squirts of what he had already done a minute earlier or maybe - he shuddered
at the thought - the start of a new torrent which was preparing itself in his
bladder after the excessive fluids he had drunk in the pub. The squirt
went straight through his wet briefs and dripped down. Embarrassingly
Rob noticed: "You're still dribbling piss. Do you still have to go?"

Ben flushed and gulped. "I don't know. It's OK, I've stopped it I think."
He tensed his sphincter and pressed on his soaking dick-bulge. With a sinking
feeling he realised that his bladder was aching again. How was that possible?
Hadn't he pissed it all out? Well, he'd hold on till he got Rob's spare
clothes on then find the bathroom and sort it out for good.

To cover further embarrassment Ben bent down, pulled off his shoes, peeled
off the socks which were just as wet as the jeans which he stepped out of.
He peeled off the briefs to follow and handed the bundle of clothes meekly
to Rob who placed it in a corner of the room. Rob opened a cupboard,
fetched a towel out and returned to kneel down beside the still standing
Ben, towelled his legs and gently patted with the towel round his arse
and cock. Ben shuddered at this and grabbed his cock as he felt more piss
threatening to leak out. With continuing compassion Rob waited for Ben to
stop squeezing and then finished the job of drying him off. Then he
placed his hand in the small of Ben's back and moved him gently in the
direction of the wardrobe. He handed him a pair of boxer shorts and the
bottom half of a white tracksuit of a similar brand to the grey one which
he himself was wearing.

"Well that was quite spectacular Ben, I have to say," said Rob as Ben
put the change of clothes on. "It's not everyday I get to see a guy wet
himself like you just did. Too much beer, was it?"

Ben nodded. "Yeah. I did drink too much, it's actually filling me up again
right now. Better go for a piss before I do the same thing to your tracksuit.
Where did you say the toilet was?"

But at this point the door-handle turned with a creak and the door was pushed
from the outside against the bolt. Rob and Ben looked at each other and there
was a short silence. Then they heard a muffled curse followed by a raised
unfamiliar male voice calling out "Are you going to be long in there? I just
need a piss!"

(To be continued.)

Joined : 16 Jun 2008 Posts : 195 Location : England

Excellent writing skills here! Definitely a candidate for our eBooks that would eventually be made into movies. Now, I think my next suggestion may send the story in a direction that may be a bit too hot for this site. Would you mind posting the story on the other site?

This is what I have in mind for the next instalment...

Rob is obviously gay, but Ben is a kind of a straight guy who's too young to be totally certain. He's got a kind of hidden gay side. It would make good reading material to have some kind of reference that Ben is actually straight, e.g. a reference to his sweetheart girlfriend who couldn't come out tonight. But then he discovered the orgasmic thrill of having a 'moment' with Rob...

And the third guy looking for the toilet? It would be good if he's a proper queer. Steamy threesome on it's way..
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Joined : 30 Jun 2008 Posts : 147 Location : london

What a great story - it is as good as anything else I have read on this site. Your writing skills are superb and I could so empathise with Ben's perdicament, especially in the pub.

Brilliant!

Joined : 16 Nov 2008 Posts : 13 Location : Netherlands

Glad this story is being appreciated. I'd certainly like to add more to it.

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Joined : 10 Jul 2008 Posts : 476 Location : Berkshire, UK

Brilliant - absolutely love it.
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Joined : 11 Aug 2008 Posts : 277

This was great, and I certainly hope it will be continued!

Joined : 07 Aug 2008 Posts : 77 Location : UK - Midlands

It's getting better and better!!

Joined : 24 Jun 2008 Posts : 64 Location : Scotland

Brilliant description!

How will he explain his change of clothes when he returns to his other mates?
Will they find out he wet himself?

Joined : 16 Nov 2008 Posts : 13 Location : Netherlands

Thanks everyone for the support and suggestions.
I've now posted part 3 on the "other board" and also slightly altered part 1 there all on the lines suggested by our moderator.
By the way, I've been lurking here for some time before registering and I think what many of you post is superb. Great forum, I'm here to stay. Smile