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A Strange Encounter

The headline act was about to take the stage but I couldn’t wait; desperate for a pee I was in serious danger of wetting myself if I didn’t empty my bladder pretty much immediately. There was no choice; I had to set off across the field towards the portaloos. Each jarring step pained my bursting bladder forcing me to hobble along gingerly with my hands thrust between my legs. My goal loomed into sight; a long row of identical plastic boxes each containing a chemical toilet and imminent relief. My pace quickened but as I drew nearer it became evident that there was to be no quick end to my suffering. “Oh crap, no!” I cursed as I spotted a mile-long queue snaking back and forth in front of the toilets. “Typical!” Scanning the line I quickly concluded that there was little chance of cutting-in to shorten my agony; everyone looked as desperate as me so any attempt to jump the queue would likely be met with violence. “No, no, no! Bollox!” I couldn’t wait in that line, I didn’t have enough time. My bladder was threatening to explode and I had visions of it bursting before I’d even reached the half way mark. Torrents of yellow piss would pour down my legs, soaking my clothing and pooling beneath me for all to see. There’d be no hiding my shame. Unable to face that degree of humiliation I looked around for an alternative solution, but what? I knew there were more portaloos on the opposite side of the field but they’d take a while to get to and would probably have similar queues. I ...

... had to fine somewhere else to squat discretely, and fast. Beyond the portaloos was a hedgerow along which a row of men were standing trousers down, cocks out, blissed-out smiles on their faces as they merrily watered the undergrowth. “Bastards, that’s so unfair,” I seethed. How I envied men. They could get away with peeing anywhere and often did. They simply whipped their cocks out and let rip. Women didn’t do that, not normally at least. “Ah fuck it!” I growled, “I’ll have to be a ‘man’ today!” Skirting around the portaloos I marched towards the hedge, striding out purposefully whilst still holding on to my crotch. The row of men glanced around nervously as I approached seemingly embarrassed by the appearance of a woman in their midst. Most finished peeing quickly and sidled away whilst others stared at me and refrained from relieving themselves at all until I’d passed. One man was different. “Oi, you,” he barked menacingly as he stepped towards me deliberately blocking my path. “Excuse me, you’re in my way,” I glared boldly hoping bravado would encourage the stranger to let me pass. No such luck. Leering at me in a most unpleasant way the man studied the expression on my face as he unzipped his pants, took out his cock and began to stroke it in front of me. I watched in horror as his hands ran up and down the thick shaft, making his penis twitch and harden. Panic gripped me. “Excuse me!” I repeated keeping my voice as steady as I could. I tried to barge past the masturbating ...