I will never forget wetting my pants in seventh grade. My mother had warned me about coming to class late and getting detention, and she made it clear that was not to happen. Well it was around October. I was the first kid on the bus and the bus was late getting to school so no time for a potty break just rush into class. It was my first year in town school and I was afraid to do much during the 3 mins we had to pass from one class to the next. By 4th hour I had to pee really bad. I asked the teacher to let me go and he said "No!"
Half way through the hour I was fidgeting in my seat to keep from pissing myself. Ten minutes before the bell I felt a warm squirt in my crotch and then another. Then it just poured down the leg of jeans dripping off my seat and onto the floor in a big puddle. I stopped fidgeting and sort of froze.
When the bell rang I waited until all my class mates were gone before getting up. One boy turned as he passed my desk and said , "There is a puddle under your desk.
Half way through the hour I was fidgeting in my seat to keep from pissing myself. Ten minutes before the bell I felt a warm squirt in my crotch and then another. Then it just poured down the leg of jeans dripping off my seat and onto the floor in a big puddle. I stopped fidgeting and sort of froze.
When the bell rang I waited until all my class mates were gone before getting up. One boy turned as he passed my desk and said , "There is a puddle under your desk.
