Motorway nightmare

[Naughtyeef]

I am new here and have been excited by all the posts and clips. So here is my first tale of woe!
Someone mentioned they found motorway emergencies or car travel a turn on so you might be interested by the following which led to me getting hugely interested in this fetish!
I was in my '40s and had been to a week long conference at Warwick in the UK. We finished about 3pm on the Friday and I had a long drive to make back to London- about three hours normally. I should say that I have always had a small bladder, developed a condition called irritable bladder and accidents were not uncommon.
As it was a Friday afternoon the traffic was quite heavy in the town centre and it took ages to reach the M40 motorway and by that time I was already needing to pee. So imagine my horror when I saw a sign saying "services 25 miles."
All I could do was grit my teeth and hope I could hold on. I had about another five miles to the services when horror of horror all the brake lights started coming on and we slowed down. Then we slowed more and everything came to a stop.
Cant remember how long we were held up, there had been some sort of smash. And I was painfully aware that another very personal accident might happen soon. Somehow I held on but not without unzipping the fly of my business trousers and holding my willy through my underpants.
As I drove into the service area it was packed and I had difficulty finding a parking spot. When I did I got out rather gingerly but as I did some piss spurted into the white y-fronts I was wearing. A lot of older men still did in the '90s.
I could see the main building where I knew the toilets woud be but with every step I felt more hot pee soaking my underwear. Then it just happened and I felt my trouser leg going wet as the piss just ran out of me. I remember it coing through my fingers as I grabbed my crotch to try and stop the flow. Thankfully it was getting dark and as my trousers were navy blue I was able to hide my predicament.
At the toilets I headed for a cubicle and inspected the damage. Underpants soaked, vest and shirt wet, socks wet and into my left shoe! All I could do was head back to the car, put down a plastic bag to sit on and drive home.
I knew I had to try and get some medical help for my incontinence and I started researching on the internet. You wont be suprised to learn that the words "piss accidents and wetting yourself" soon threw up some very interesting revalations. Since then I have been hooked on searching out "wet tales" looking at vids, meeting other guys into this fun. I still have accidents, unless I wear protection butI have learned to accept my fate and go with the flow so to speak. Merry Christmas.

[Brian]

Cracking account! Thanks so much for writing this up for us.

I guess one saving grace for you was that you were travelling alone, right? If someone from the conference had been travelling back with you, that would have been more awkward.

[Fred]

You certainly are not alone with continence problems. Wearing a good quality pad whenever you're out for more than an hour or two could avoid embarrassing situations like this one. If you can have some fun in the process it's a win-win!

[josh99]

My worst motorway experience was when I was a bit younger and stuck in slow traffic and started to need to go. Told the driver and she said I had to wait until we got home. Well the wait became a long time. Well it seemed it anyway. The need to go became so bad it was becoming painful. Again I told the driver how desperate I was but she again said to wait. Within a couple of minutes I just lost control and it started leaking out. I couldn't stop. I completely flooded my pants and the seat. So embarrassing at the time.

[SoakdBrute]

Thanks for sharing your accounts Naughtyeef and josh99!

Vehicular travel on long, paved motorways is an upgrade from riding on horses or horse-drawn carriages, like our ancestors did, but our urinary systems are still the soft, fleshy models of yesteryear, and haven't evolved for us to sit still while holding water for hours and hours on end. In some cultures or contexts, pulling over to stretch the legs and water the grass is accepted or even embraced, but it isn't always tolerated or possible. And during a truly bad pile-up, like the original post describes, you've often got no choice but to tighten the sphincter and try to hold it in, sidelining your animal need for relief in a world molded by industrial society.