When I was 15, me and my girlfriend were mucking around at a playground. My girlfriend blindfolded me so I was running around blindly following her voice, I had drank a lot before we went to the playground but didn't think much of it. Suddenly I tripped over a beam low to the ground and between mine and my girlfriend's hysterical laughing I realised I was wetting my pants. When I had regained control I didn't want to stand up because it was obvious what I had done, I figured she would find out anyway so I told her I had wet my pants, she thought it was funny but was also understanding and told me to go change into my other pair of jeans in my bag. It was very lucky I had spare pants in my bag because I soon had to get the bus home and didn't want to face the humiliation of having wet pants on a bus. So I changed my pants and walked over to the bus stop with my girlfriend who saw me off as the bus arrived. I got on the bus and came to the realization that I hadn't emptied my bladder after my accident, this wasn't such a problem for the first half of the bus ride but then got pretty bad, but manageable, until I got off at my stop. When I got off the bus the cold winter air turned my uncomfortable predicament into a frantic emergency, and I still had to walk the mile or so back to my house. I did well holding on for the first half of my walk but that soon changed. About half way home I started leaking, I had no idea what to do, I kept walking and leaking every few steps. I was walking one leg in front of the other and my posture was %100 straight due to my desperate attempt to hold on. A minute or so later my bladder gave in and wee started flooding the crotch of my tight jeans for about 5 seconds until I gained control, but it was too late, there I was about 3 minutes from home, a 15 year old who had just accidenty wet two pairs of pants within an hour of each other.

This story isn't a sexual fantasy or anything, it's actually %100 true