Caught Short on the Bus

Joined : 24 Jun 2008 Posts : 64 Location : Scotland

I posted this originally on the 'other' site. So here it is, in case anyone missed it.

Alright then lads, drink up, time to go." yelled the gaffer. "And make sure you go to the loo before you get on the bus." he added. "We're not stopping 'til Kincardine."

It was early Saturday evening and a team of division two footballers were celebrating a rare away win. It is an unwritten rule that their gaffer buys his team a pint if they win away from home, a rule that he hasn't had to follow often enough this season.

Paul and Kevin were sat perched at the bar enjoying their cool lager and enjoying the view of the barmaid. As their manager's announcement rang in their ears, a flock of young men obediently made their way to the gents.

"I'd better go, mate." said Kev as he downed the remainder of his pint.
"Yeah." replied Paul distantly, unable to tear his eyes away as the young woman behind the bar bent down to take something from the fridge. Lost in his daydream, Paul slurped at his lager for the next few minutes.

"COME ON, PAUL!" yelled the gaffer. "GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE."

Paul immediatley finished his drink and joined his team mates outside as they queued to board the bus. It was a typical winter's night, temperature close to freezing and a howling wind. The bus was only just big enough for each of the players and coaching staff to get a seat. The players were feeling the cold after emerging from the warm pub, rubbing their arms and trying to stop their teeth from chittering. They were all dressed the same in the club's navy blue tracksuit bottoms and white t-shirt. As best mates, Paul and Kevin were as ever, sat next to each other.

"You were well eyeing up that bird behind the bar." exclaimed Kevin.
"Did you see her?" replied Paul. "She was well fit."

The cool air had already made Paul realise that he needed to pee, but by the time he was alerted to this it was too late. He knew he daren't turn back to the toilet - The gaffer would not be best pleased if he held up the bus driver. They started on their long journey home. About ten minutes in, Paul realised the lager was having its effect on his bladder. He had already kept himself well hydrated for the game and he was now bursting to pee.

"You alright, mate?" enquired Kevin.
"Yeah, I'm fine." replied Paul.

Kevin sensed Paul's mind was somewhat pre-occupied. He had been chatting away normally but unusually Paul had given little input to the conversation and was fidgeting slightly in his seat. Paul was beginning to worry. The stop at Kincardine was at least another hour's drive and he knew from past experience with alcohol the 'urgent' affect it had on his bladder. There was a break in the conversation a few minutes later.

"Aw man, I'm busting for a piss, like." said Paul.
"Oh, is that what's wrong with you?" replied Kevin.
"Yeah." said Paul, sitting forward in his seat, his face awash with concern.
"You'll just have to hold it in now, won't ya?" said Kevin.
"Yeah, I guess." replied Paul. "I really need to go though."
"Well you shoulda thought about that when you were sat at the bar ogling that bird, shouldn't ya?" replied Kevin smugly.
"You had your eye on her as well." joked Paul
"Yeah, but the difference is I remembered to go for a slash and you didn't." sniggered Kevin.

Paul knew Kevin intended his comments as a joke but he still felt a wave of embarrassment as it highlighted the fact that he hadn't gone, even when he knew he should've. Paul felt slightly inadequate as he vaguely recalled similar situations he had found himself in as a child. It certainly shouldn't happen now at the age of 25.

"I'm gonna have to ask him if he can stop." said Paul
"He won't stop for you, mate. The stop is at Kincardine and you know that." replied Kevin.
"Yeah, but that's ages away." said Paul
"Yeah, but save yourself a bollocking, mate, cos he won't change the plan. You know what he's like." said Kevin.
"Yeah, but I really need to go." grimaced Paul.
"What's wrong? asked Kevin. "Can you not make it, haha."
"I'm fucking bustin', man." said Paul.

It was only five minutes later and Paul was becoming increasingly uneasy and he could think of nothing else but his need to pee.

"Right, I'm gonna have to ask him now." announced Paul, as he stood up to ease himself out the seat, past Kevin.
"Well good luck, man." replied Kevin. "He is gonna go ape at you, we've only been on the road 20 minutes."

Kevin made the short walk down the bus to approach the gaffer, taking the opportunity to squeeze his crotch a few times on the way.

"Gaffer" Paul said timidly. "Em, is there any chance you could stop the bus, please? I really need the toilet."
"No, we'll be stopping at Kincardine for that." replied the gaffer bluntly.
"But I need to go before that." pleaded Paul.
"Tough!" said the gaffer, making it clear that was to be the end of the matter.
"Please, gaffer." continued paul.
"LISTEN!" Beamed the gaffer, prompting the chatter in the bus to fall silent. "YOU SHOULD'VE GONE BEFORE YOU GOT ON THIS BUS. NOW GET BACK TO YOUR SEAT!"

Suitably humiliated, Paul about turned and made his way back to his seat to a murmur of sniggers. He made eye contact with no-one else as he took his seat next to Kevin.

"That went well, then." said Kevin
"Fucking bastard!" exclaimed Paul
"Hate to say this, mate, but it is your own fault." said Kevin.
"Yeah, I know but..." Paul hesitated.
"You'll just have to hold out 'til Kincardine, mate. You'll be fine." assured Kevin.

Paul wasn't so sure. In fact he was now in a mild panic. With Kincardine the best part of an hour away, Paul knew his discomfort was only going to increase. For the next ten minutes he was unable to sit at ease, his legs shifting back and forth.

"I'm gonna have to piss on the bus, mate." said Paul
Kevin Laughed. "Er, where exactly, mate?"

Bar pissing his pants it was the only other option open to Paul. But as soon as he had suggested it, he knew it was a hopeless idea. The bus was full, not to mention the wrath of the gaffer if Paul were to do such a thing.

"You'll be fine, mate." said Kevin. "It's all in the mind, not long to go now anyway. Think about something else."
"Nah, I'm gonna piss myself, here". replied Paul. "Can you go and ask the gaffer?"
"No way, mate, you're on your own there." laughed Kevin.
"Please, mate," pleaded Paul. "He wouldn't listen to me, he doesn't realise how desperate I am."
"It's not about that, mate." replied Kevin. "It's the fact you didn't go to the bog, It's your own fault. Schoolboy error!"

Paul bowed his head with his right hand placed against his moist brow.

"Mate, I'm really gonna do it if he doesn't stop." continued Paul. "Please"
Kevin sighed. "What are you like."
"Oh fucking hell." exclaimed Paul.
"Ok then." Kevin said reluctantly. "I'll go and ask him, but I think you know what the answer will be."

Kevin made his way towards the gaffer.

"Gaffer" said Kevin confidently. "Sorry about this but Paul really needs a stop now. He is close to actually wetting his pants."
"He didn't go to the loo, you know?" replied the gaffer, shaking his head. "What do I need to do with you guys? Take you by the hand to the toilet?
"Em" Kevin hesitated.
"Is he too scared to come and talk to me himself?" continued the gaffer.
"I think he's just a bit embarrassed." replied Kevin. "I think he'll learn his lesson after this but he says he's gonna pee himself."
The gaffer shook his head furiously. "I'll go and have a word with the driver and I'll let Paul know."

Kevin went back to his seat with Paul eager to discover the outcome of the conversation.

"He's away to talk to the driver, mate." said kevin.
"And?" enquired Paul. "Is he stopping somewhere or not?"
"Dunno, mate." replied Kevin. "He's coming to let you know."

Moments later the gaffer came bounding up the bus.

"Hold it 'til Kincardine." beamed the gaffer.
"Oh no." said Paul in a shaky voice.
"Only joking!" exclaimed the gaffer. "He's coming off at the next junction. You can go at a service station or something."
"Oh, thanks, I really appreciate that, gaffer." said a relieved Paul. "I can just go at the side of the road if it's easier."
"We're on a bloody motorway, you twat." said the gaffer."And count yourself lucky. This won't be happening again. The next time you can sit and piss your pants for all I care."

The gaffer's comments prompted the whole bus to erupt into jeers and laughter. The players began to chant "STOP THE BUS HE NEEDS A WEE WEE. STOP THE BUS HE NEEDS A WEE WEE. HE'S GOING TO PISS HIS PANTS"

Paul's face went beetroot as he plunged his fist into his crotch. He felt his heart pounding in his chest.

"You lucky bastard, mate." said Kevin. "Hope you realise you've got me to thank for that."
"Cheers, mate." said Paul. "Where the fuck's this junction about?" he said anxiously looking out the window.
"Half a mile according to that sign." said Kevin.

Paul knew he was close to relief as he felt an increasing pressure build in his dick. He knew there was no way he would make it into a service station - He would have to piss as soon as he was off the bus. Something he would not normally comtemplate doing but he was now so desperate that his inhibitions had gone. The bus pulled off the motorway and up the slip road. Paul was rocking back and forward in his seat, so desperate now that he didn't care if anyone could see him squeezing his dick.

"Oh fuck." said Paul.
"You alright, mate?" replied Kevin.
"I'm about doing it, here," Paul said.
"Almost there, mate." said Kevin, giving Paul a friendly pat around the shoulders.

Paul shuddered as a powerful jet of piss thundered onto his boxers. It seemed to last for ages before he regained control. Paul gasped as he felt the warm flow circle around his underwear soaking into the seat below.

"You still ok, mate?" asked Kevin as he looked round.

Paul didn't answer as he slowly gazed down at his crotch, hoping that his slip wasn't evident. To his horror a sizeable area of the crotch and left leg of his tracksuit bottoms had turned a darker shade. He instantly knew the wet patch would be further prominent at the back of his trousers.

"You pissed yourself, mate?" enquired Kevin.

Paul couldn't find the ability to reply as he sat in silence. Further spurts began to flow as he continued to lose control of his unforgiving bladder. The wet patch on his crotch quickly spread over his left thigh and a river of urine soaked the edge of the seat where it met his left knee.

"You've fucking done it, mate." Kevin beamed. "Woah, what the fuck!"
"Oh shit" said paul, his voice breaking. "Fuck!"

The news quickly spread around the bus and once again the players began jeering and laughing loudly. "He's done it in his pants!" one said. "Paul's just done it" came another comment. "He's proper pissed his pants!"

Paul's eyes glazed over as the comments kept coming, "That is quality, he's actually done it in his trackies" "Look at him, there's steam coming off his pants" "Who forgot to put their pampers on today?" "Phone his mum he needs a clean pair of pants!"

Some of the players were taking pictures of Paul with their mobile phones, while other were filming the incident.

Paul felt a lump gather in his throat as he sat there in a sorry state. It was no longer worth trying to summon the strength to hold it in. The damage was done as he stared at the floor watching the puddle of his fresh piss spread underneath the seat in front.

Joined : 11 Aug 2008 Posts : 277

Excellent! I like the way the pressure builds, and builds..... bounce

Age : 30 Joined : 31 Aug 2008 Posts : 2 Location : Germany

Great description of his growing desperation! Would have loved to be with them to watch... Please give us some more!!! Twisted Evil

Joined : 16 Nov 2008 Posts : 13 Location : Netherlands

Really hot description. I love the point when he's gone quiet early on in the bus journey and is starting to realise he can't wait for the scheduled stop and will have to do something about it. Having to admit that to his friend is the first difficult thing to do.

Joined : 11 Aug 2008 Posts : 277

Joined : 30 Jun 2008 Posts : 147 Location : london

I just love this - it is probably my favourite fantasy scenario, a lad caught short on a coach in all-male company.

The descriptive build-up is awesome. In some of your other stories you have produced a wonderful follow-up... might you consider the same for this one?

Whatever, it's another fantastic piece of writing.

Thank you.