The Vacation Pt1 -- (Author) DesiredOne

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Author: DesiredOne
Timestamp: Mar 13, 2022 at 12:31 AM
Content: This story involves me (Beckham) and my grandfather (pop) having accidents at the same time. At the time I was 14 years old and my grandfather was in his late 60’s most likely 68. I had been staying with my grandparents for the past 3 weeks because my mom and dad were out of town on a vacation.

So the story starts on the first week I was with my grandparents, we were planning on taking our RV and going camping for most of the week and weekend. We we’re packing everything and getting ready to go, I was really excited to be going and finally have some time to relax. The whole summer so far I had been busy with sports and our mandatory workouts, so I was ready to kick back and have some off time.

We we’re planning on leaving Monday night and arriving mid day Tuesday. The drive was gonna be around 20 hours in total if we didn’t hit any traffic. We were headed from our home in Key West and going to a place in Louisiana that we’re heard from friends was a really nice place to see.

As we were getting the final things packed up, my grandmother gets a call, her son, my Uncle is with his wife at the hospital because she is about to give birth to their second child, they had been expecting it any day now. My grandmother was really excited to see the new baby, but she was sad that she was gonna miss our trip. My grandfather said it was ok and she would have to fly out that day. She got her bags from the RV since they were already packed, we said goodbye and me and my grandfather set off.

We had been driving for maybe 2 hours now and I could feel some pressure building in my bladder. Our RV has a bathroom so I got up from the passenger seat and headed towards the bathroom door. I got there, opened the lid of the toilet and let the stream flow. Once I was finished I went to push the handle and nothing happened. Sometimes the chain that connects the handle to the pump of the toilet comes lose and needs to be screwed back on. I take the lid off and I get the chain and connect it back. I am still missing a screw that secures the chain to the handle, usually we keep extra in the cabinet under the sink so I squat down and open the cabinet doors. Since the main power hasn’t been turned on just yet i can’t use the light and since it is dark out I don’t have any natural light coming in. I run back to grab my phone to use as a flashlight. I look around and finally found the box of screws, I was about to back out but something caught my eye. There was a large grey box stacked on top of a light blue one and a purple one. They were all closely the same size. I got my phone back out and pointed the flashlight towards their direction. It was diapers, one was a box of large mens depends, they looked like tighty whites but they were grey. I actually knew these were my grandfathers because I would sometimes see him wear them before he went to sleep and some days I could see the waistband over his jeans. The light blue box was a box of some plain white diapers that looked like baby diapers, they were also a large and I could only infer that those were some more of my grandpa’s. The last purple box was a box of goodnites. The box said medium and I figured they were from my younger cousin since they used the RV last and every time they use it they forget something. I didn’t think to much of it and I went on with fixing the toilet.

We kept on driving till around 8:30 in the morning. We had left the house at 11:00 at night and we were making pretty decent time and my grandfather thought we had enough time to stop and eat some breakfast at a truck stop. The RV was pretty large and we can’t park it at normal gas stations so we were limited on where we could stop. The truck stop we found was not the most appealing and I was skeptical of it, but my grandfather insisted it was fine.

We parked and my grandfather got up from the driver seat and stretched his legs and arms, as he reached his arms up, his shirt raised up and I could see the waistband of his depends peeking over his jeans.

Grandpa: “I am going to go change into some more different clothes real quick before we go in.”

Me: “I was thinking the same thing.”

The way our RV is set up there is the main bedroom which you have to go through to get to my room which has two single size bunk beds. I had my stuff on the top bunk and I would sleep on the bottom bunk.

I got up from the couch and walked behind my grandfather to the rooms. He stopped infront of the bathroom and stepped inside, he got down and opened the cabinet. I saw him reach in but I kept walking to my bed so I could get clothes on.

I pulled my suitcase off the top bunk and unzipped it. I got out a light blue sport polo shirt and some black running shorts. I pulled off my pajama pants and hoodie, leaving me in only my red and green cotton boxers. I turned and looked at the mirror on the door and proceeded to check myself out. Ever since I was a little kid I have been very athletic and very much into sports. I was 6 foot 2 with gorgeous muscles, I was very popular back home because of how fit I was. I stopped looking at myself and continued getting dressed. I zipped my suitcase back up and set it on the top bunk again.

I opened the door to the main room where my grandfather was changing. I told him I was ready and walked to the rooms other door.

Grandpa: “Give me just another minute, I gotta throw this away.”

He was putting on his shoes and he was holding his depends with his finger.

Grandpa: “Guess I drank a little too much coffee while I was driving.”

I could see that the diaper was swollen bad. I did notice that he had drank 4 cups of coffee since we left the house, I almost asked why he didn’t think to stop, but I stopped myself.

We both walked to the door and he grabbed a plastic bag to tie the diaper in. We walked past a garbage can and he dropped the bag in it.

We walked into the truck stop, found a small table and sat down. Eventually a lady came over and took our order, I got a breakfast burrito and my grandpa got a sandwich. When we got our food we dug in immediately. I guess I didn’t realize how hungry I was because one burrito was not enough to support me. In total i ate 4 breakfast burritos and my grandfather ate another sandwich.

After we were filled up enough I excused myself and headed to the bathroom because I had to pee. I went over to the urinal and let the stream flow. Mid way through piss I felt a fart building up, there was no one else in there so I let it out with a little force. It came out and it was booming and it was pretty wet. I laughed and finished up my business. As I pulled my shorts back into position I felt a little pee dribble out something that is not uncommon for me, most all of my white briefs have a large yellow area on them. I never think about it much though.

Grandpa stood up from the table and motioned to me that we were good to leave.

Grandpa: “All set?”

Me: “Yeah just had to take a quick leak.”

Grandpa: “Well we won’t be stopping for a while, next truck stop is 130 miles West.”

Me: “I’ll be alright.”

About an hour after we had finished breakfast I started feeling some pressure build in my gut and it was building fast. I thought I would be fine until the next stop but it was building way too fast for me to stay comfortable. I guess I was squirming a bit because grandpa kept looking at me.

Grandpa: “Hey bud, everything alright?”

Me: “Yeah I am good.”

Even though I said I was good, it was obvious that I was not, I was squirming while also trying to relieve pressure by letting a bit of gas out as much as I could.

After about 10 minutes the pressure got so bad that I was becoming close to breaking.

Me: “Grandpa, how much further is it until the next stop?”

Grandpa: “We have a good ways to go, maybe 30 minutes, are you alright, is something wrong?”

Me: “No I really got to go #2, I think I’m sick!”

Grandpa: “Oh I am sorry bud, you should have told me you were feeling good we could have found something. I’ll try to look for a place we could stop. I actually need to drop one too.”

Me: “Can’t you just go in your diaper?”

Grandpa: “I didn’t put one on when we went into the stop. I’m in my underwear right now.”

Me: “Well isn’t that just perfect.”

Both: *little chuckles*

We finally found an exit, we didn’t know what was on it but we hoped it would be something. It was a little gas station with a bathroom on the outside. I was so relieved when I saw the restroom sign. We had to park the RV in the road behind the gas station. As soon as the door is unlocked I burst out and sprint to the bathroom. There is a second of pure bliss, in my mind I am like, yes I made it everything is gonna be fine. I reach the door and I grab the handle. I am grabbing my butt with my right hand and turning the handle with the other. But that pure happiness is short lived because the door doesn’t open. I hear a voice call out, “Someone’s in here”. Realization sinks in that I am not gonna make it. I am hunched over because of the pain I am in both hands clutching my anus. I start to feel a little bump right on my anus while I am trying with all my might to plug it up. All of a sudden it becomes too much for me to handle and a large solid turd is slowly pushed out until I feel it hit my cotton boxers. That solid turd was followed by a large stream of diarrhea, and given the fact I was wearing loose fitting boxers and running shorts my poop is not contained and it falls down my leg onto the ground with a splat.

I just stood there mortified, I could not believe I had just done that. Suddenly I just couldn’t keep my cool, I started crying, and wouldn’t you know right after I have finished relieving myself I hear the high pressure flush of the toilet, and the lock of the door clicks. The door swings open, I had my face in my palms I was so embarrassed at what I had done, i did not even see the person come out and walk away.

I gather myself and I wipe the tears from my eyes and I walk in to the bathroom. I stood there and my embarrassment was replaced by anger, i look around and it is a multiple person bathroom and there are 2 stalls and 2 urinals. The guy that was in here locked the door to outside. I was so mad but I had to solve the problem of cleaning myself up. I got into the stall and locked the door. All of a sudden I hear the door open and the shuffling of feet. I can see by the shoes it is my grandpa he is walking as fast as he could to try and get to the stall. I am watching his feet Under the stall and he gets to the door and stops. I hear this wet sound and I see a little bit of brown drop on the floor.

Grandpa: “Hey bud, you alright?”

Me: “No *sniffle*, I had an accident.”

Grandpa: “We’re not too different.”

Me: “What do you mean.”

Grandpa: “I couldn’t hold it.”