“Nah, he’s alright,” Dave replied without looking up. Jay couldn’t believe his ears and yet incredibly he allowed the moment to pass. He was close to clamping his legs together and knew that he was fighting a losing battle in asking for a stop. Even worse, his own resistance was weakening a bit and he was seriously starting to tell himself it would be a miracle if he made it now!
Seven or eight minutes passed and Jay was beside himself with panic. Frantically and fidgiting on his seat, he nudged Dave’s arm, “I can’t wait Dave.â€
He just HAD to make his predicament more apparent and his pleas more convincing.
Jay cringed as he uttered the words but he honestly had no other option. â€œDave, I’m going to piss myself in a minute.”
As well as being a pretty truthful statement, Jay hoped that this would make Dave understand just what state he was really in. His response was a bit more helpful than before. He looked across with a concerned stare and said, “Well go and tell the driver, quickly, before you do it!”
Having revealed his condition in such stark and blatant fashion, there was almost little else Jay could do to further embarrass himself and, out of necessity as much as for an obvious display of reinforcement, he gripped himself tightly through the material of his grey tracksuit bottoms and jigged his legs both up and down and sideways.
Dave was now watching with astonishment,
â€œGo on then, go and ask the driver. You look like youâ€™re about to wet yourself!â€
The loudness of Daveâ€™s observation echoed round the immediate vicinity and it was Tim who reacted again.
â€œWhoâ€™s wetting himself?â€
â€œJay-mondo here,â€ replied Dave, â€œsays he canâ€™t last â€˜till the services. Reckons heâ€™s about to do it in his pants!â€
â€œBlimey! He looks like heâ€™s done it already!â€ came a comment from the lad in the seat next to Tim.
Jay’s heart was thumping and his bladder muscles were starting to spasm, “I’m going to have an accident any second, it’s almost coming!”
Dave sat upright, “Go and ask now! He’ll have to stop, otherwise youâ€™re going to do it on his floor!”
â€œYeah, via your knickers!â€ mocked Tim.
Jay stood up, agonisingly, and shuffled past Dave, by now attracting the attention of pretty much everyone else, and he minced and squirmed his way towards the front so that he could approach the driver. Before he could reach him, the team captain, Barry, who was one of the oldest players at 33, grabbed his arm and stopped him in his tracks, “What’s the matter with you?”
Jay was watery-eyed, “Please ask him to stop, I’m nearly pissing myself.” Barry was not best pleased, “You’re a real bloody nuisance, we all want to go for a wee, making a fuss just upsets the old git even more. Can’t you wait?”
Jay was almost walking on the spot – “No, I can’t. Please, I’m going to wet myself, I’m almost doing it in my trousers!”
Barry’s mate from the next seat groaned out loud, “Oh for Goodness Sake! How old are you – four?”
Barry stood up and eased Jay back towards his seat, “Go and sit down and I’ll have a word with the driver – again.”
Jay hobbled, stiff-legged, back to his seat and as he tried to sit down, he whispered to Dave, “I just can’t wait no longer. What can I do?”
“Try and hold it, they’re going to try and stop for you.” he replied.
Several of the other lads were looking in his direction as Barry yelled back from the front, “About 10 minutes to the next services, we’re going to stop for a couple of minutes.” There were several cheers and whoops of delighted relief but 10 minutes was beyond Jay’s endurance. Without addressing his remark to anyone in particular, he said, “It’s too late, I can’t help myself, I’m going to wet my pants, I’ve started to do it!”
Dave turned towards him, now looking extremely agitated, “Don’t wet yourself – you can’t do that, everyone’ll see you!” but Jay just responded with “Oh No! Please! No, not here!” He was gripping himself tightly, his thighs were trembling and he was almost bouncing up and down on the seat. He was tapping his feet on the floor and knocking his knees together, opening his legs wide and then clamping them back together. To add to his impending humiliation, Dave shouted out, “Hurry up and stop, we’ve going to have a pair of wet pants back here!” and he turned to Jay and told him, “Nearly there mate, you’ve almost made it!”
Less than 60 seconds later Jay was a whimpering wreck and he whispered “I can’t control myself, I’m doing it in my pants!”
Dave was staring at him and even Tim was now looking horrified as others began to realise what was about to happen, if it hadnâ€™t happened already and Jayâ€™s anguished cry of â€œAaarrgghâ€ simply gave the game away.