You can't change the real setting to a fiction setting at university now as everyone would know that doing so would be a fudge so you could get away with posting it here.
It has to be understood that when asking the first time that something happened, the oldest sighting was when....and other qualifiers that we mean age 18 or older.
As I was starting to write my reply, I reminded myself that this is in the Open section. My first question to myself was do I have to type wee or pee or can I type piss? Then I looked at the title of this web site, Lad's Pissing. Obviously pissing is a word allowed here!
My oldest sighting that I remember that meets the age requirement is myself if that counts. I was 19. The law said a person had to be 21 to purchase booze. Where I lived at the time, that was not enforced as long as you were at least 18. I was at a night club as we called it. They served beer and soda drinks. No mixed drinks or hard liquor.
Some of my mates happened to have been there that Saturday night.
I bought one can of beer. I slow drank it. I may have had a second beer. I don't remember now. Then came my mates who crowded in the booth. I was on the inside scooting in to make room for one of them with the other two sitting across from me in the booth.
One of the mates challenged me to down a whole can of beer at once.
At age 29 I would have declined. But I was 19, not 29. Beer isn't my favorite drink. I really prefer those sweet mixed drinks better. But to this then 19 year old there was nothing I could do except show them that yes, I really could do down that can of beer all at once.
I did it. I was really proud of myself. Then the first twitch hit my bladder. I really didn't think much of it at first. Then it began to get worse at a quickening pace. I remember starting to feel a bit desperate and concerned when my mates were going to get up so I could get up and go to the men's room. Several hours had not passed. I think it was 30 minutes or less.
There was no way I could go from not needing to go to being desperate in 30 minutes. Perish that thought!
I knew that if I let my mates know I was beginning to get desperate, they would have sat there as long as it took to see me piss my pants. Then as my bladder spurted out the last few drops, they would let me out.
I decided that I would wait them out.
I was beginning to wonder if my strategy was doing to work. At about the point where I was seriously thinking of asking them to let me out rather than just sitting there and doing it in my pants, they got up and went to another part of the club.
Here was my cue. I got up and then I realized I was almost too late. So I gingerly walked toward the men's room which thankfully was close by.
As I was entering the men's room, I had an epiphany! I could feel a few drops and they were not in the bladder any more! Those drops were getting ready to start an avalanche of urine that would be totally soaking my pants. I rushed forward unzipping as I went hoping to avoid my trousers showing any steins.
When I finally finished peeing, only my underpants were a bit damp. My trousers had survived. Had that urinal been occupied or the men's room been just two more minutes away, I would have totally pissed my pants right there in that night club. I'm sure of it.
My mates had taken off in a direction the opposite of the direction of the men's room. There were no witnesses that I am aware that saw my desperation that night.
When I went to sit back down, I was a bit flustered. At age 19 I thought any desperation coming in less than an hour would be totally doable. I sat there with this new knowledge that yes, at age 19, it was possible for me to piss my pants in front of my mates going from no need to a need that could not be controlled in less than an hour!
Where I live now the term night club isn't used that much. Bar and sometimes pub is used much more often.
When I was 19, the night club had a jute box as we called it then. People put coins in to hear their favorite popular songs. There were enough speakers to make a decent sound, though I doubt the sound compared to the sound we can hear now from today's speakers.
There was not a bar with stools like I see where I live now. This night club had a row of booths on each long side of a rectangle room. There was a dance floor out in the middle. There was an assortment of candies for sale. One short side had the toilets and the refreshments to purchase. On the other short side, there was the jute box sitting centered with self contained sets of speakers as if it were the band stage area.
There was a cafe owned by the same people but could only be accessed by going out of one into the outside and then going into the other place. The cafe was a family friendly place. Needless to say the night club was not a family friendly place.
A few people would stop at the cafe and pick up a hamburger and take it into the night club. "Brown Bag It" we called it.
I would have wanted to curl up under the seat of that booth and died if I had pissed my pants in front of several mates I knew. Looking back, there were seconds, not minutes I was away from me totally disgracing my evening. My one and only time to visit that night club!
