New Year's Eve celebrations leave lads in desperate situations around the world. From overcrowded bars to transit delays this one night a year is one you are sure to witness handsome men on the verge of pissing their pants with no choice but to explode shamelessly behind cover of a wall, tree or semi-private street.
Large public events with limited chemical toilets guarantee dozens of overconfident studs experience some of the most urgent moments of their year (or even decade).
The first year I attended the big count down, the queue at the first relief station was so long at 5pm (before the major drinking even began) that event organizers were turning men away, directing them to public restrooms and station toilets while a striking scruffy lad of about 25 in clear agony, begged guys for their spot in line.
They were not receptive. “We all gotta piss bad dude. Go find a bush.”
“I can’t wait… i just can’t” the lad muttered to his mates before rushing away with them in the direction of the station.
Once situated, it was all but impossible to go for a bathroom break without losing your spot with your friends. Many lads only discovered this when they wanted to go for their first piss of the evening and so from about 9pm to midnight, hundreds of men simply held their beer and soda as best they could.
In the time leading up to midnight I saw half a dozen guys hurrying out in humiliation with piss-soaked attire and many others in various states of bathroom desperation.
At 20 minutes to midnight i realized more and more couples were making their way to the portables and it hit me that this massive crowd of cocky lads, holding back gallons of hot urgent beer piss as best they could until midnight would have absolutely nowhere to relieve themselves with all the toilets occupied by the mass of couples queueing up already.
Midnight struck and as the new year began so did a frantic search for a place to piss.
Hunks, studs, beefy bros made their way out in a hurry all with a single, overwhelming need.
“We gotta find bathrooms. That beer man- ”
“Jeezus christ! I gotta take a leak so bad I gotta find a restroom or-”
“The lines are so long dawg. I’m ain’t gonna make it. Gotta find somewhere else to-”
Men danced in place in the queues as the most desperate lads crowded into alleys, security driving them away, belts open, cocks brimming with piss.
These hunks were doing everything they could to hold on but the battle with their bladders was one that many just couldn’t win.
One particularly handsome college bro simply sat down on a bench and pissed himself right there, head in his hands as he flooded his crisp new jeans.
His relief was beyond words but the hot yellow puddle of need beneath the bench soaking slowly into his nicest sneakers was an obvious wet defeat he would not soon forget.
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