Neville comes back (briefly) to post this most recent account of desperation.
This incident happened over a year ago. I have to tell you I didn’t wet myself, but I nearly did, in front of fellow members of my family.
It started when we had a celebration of a relative’s birthday. As a treat we went to a theatre in London’s West End to see the musical version of the film The Lion King. As I have seen the film, I was excited over how well it would translate to the stage.
The day nearly didn’t go right for us, as one of my brothers was driving his car there, and spent around twenty minutes looking for a place to park (We went on a Sunday, so no parking restrictions), and while we were in the car, I needed to go to the toilet. I was discreetly holding my penis through my trousers.
He eventually got to park somewhere, a bit further away, which meant that we had to take a ten-minute walk to the theatre. When we got there, I wanted to nip off to the toilet, but we only had time to get to our seats before the performance was to begin.
Throughout the first half of the performance, I spent most of the time fidgeting, crossing my legs, and holding my penis. There were several times that I was on the verge of wetting myself. Shortly before the interval, I suddenly squirted a little wee into my underpants. I panicked, and pinched myself even harder in order to prevent more coming out.
I was relieved when the interval came, but I had to wait for the rest of the family so we could all go to the toilet together. When we did get to the toilets, there were the inevitable long queues of people wanting to use them. I was wearing a jacket, so I could cover my desperate holding. Another ten minutes later, I was able to release my well held-in wee….. I gave a big sigh of relief of letting the liquid gush into the urinal.
Half an hour later, we returned to our seats for the start of the second half. Surprisingly, about fifteen minutes in, I felt I needed to wee again, and started fidgeting. About a while later, I was holding my penis. Once again, I squirted some wee into my underpants. I was in two minds whether to go to the toilet at that moment, or stay and wet myself. In the end, I rushed out of the theatre again to get to the toilet. I opened my zip, pulled out my penis, and let go another long gush into the urinal. Ohhhhh… what a(nother) relief.
When I got back to my seat, my brother looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. I just winked at him and tried to enjoy the rest of the musical.