This experience was during the football World Cup in 2002. On the morning of June 2 (a Sunday!), I got up at around 7am, especially to watch England’s first group match of the finals against Sweden on TV at home. Suddenly, I heard the phone ringing, and when I answered it, it was from one of my friends, who said that the local pub was showing the match on the big screen and asked me if I would like to come. I agreed, only due to the fact that he told me that free breakfast would be served to the revellers. I got washed and changed and raced down to the pub as quickly as I could.
When I got there, I saw a few of my friends calling me to a table, where they had saved a seat for me. For breakfast, I had sausages, baked beans, bacon, and a couple of slices of brown bread, washed down with a large glass of orange juice (I would like to point out that some people were already drinking alcohol, even if it was Sunday morning, such as Britain’s licensing laws). I felt my mouth was a bit dry, so I ordered another glass of orange juice and drank it. Afterwards, I had a chat with my friends about previous World Cup games.
There was still an hour before kick-off time (10.30am, due to the time difference), even though the pub opened at around 7am, and already I felt the need to pee. I pressed the bottom of my stomach to feel the pressure. There was a toilet less than five metres away, but I wanted to see if I could hold me pee in until the end of the match. In hindsight, that was a very stupid thing to do, as by the time the match started, I was bursting. I slid one hand under the table and started to pinch my penis. I also began fidgeting slightly, and I had to be discreet in front of my friends.
While the match was in progress, I thought seriously about using the pub toilets when suddenly there were loud cheers from the crowd- England had just scored. I shook a little, and felt a hot spurt of pee from my penis soil my underpants. I controlled the stream….only just. I now was finding it more difficult to concentrate on watching the game. I gripped my penis more tighter than before and crossed my legs, and I wondered what would happened if I had wet myself.
Half-time had approached with England still leading 1-0 and there I was needing to pee badly. I hadn’t do so since I was a teenager, yet I felt I was getting close to it. I could end the agony right now by using the toilets, but I was more concerned about losing my seat and then not being able to enjoy the rest of the game. So I reluctantly sat through the second half, waiting and hoping, that my predicament would at least go away for that period.
But now, my urge to pee grew stronger again up to the point that I was on the verge of peeing in my trousers. Suddenly, there were scowls from the crowd. Sweden had equalised, I had started to spurt again, only this time, I couldn’t halt the flow, so I rushed from the table to the toilet, holding my penis. I swiftly unzipped my fly and got my penis out, aimed it at a urinal and released the rest of my long held-in pee. I gave a loud groan of relief as I let go. I checked the black jeans I was wearing for any damage. Only a little wet spot which would dry out quickly.
The atmosphere was subdued when I got back to my friends. The game finished in a 1-1 draw and most of the crowd dispersed from the pub quietly. However, I was extremely pleased with myself…. my friends were surprised that I had a smile on my face. If only they knew why….