Last day of school I was late catching the bus and late getting up, who cares, last day of school, right?
I got to class, although its the last day we were handing in books and other papers. A bunch of mates started to cut up and be loud, teacher got pissed off and said no more talking, no on leaves the room either (for numerous drinks of water, meeting friends out in the hall or restroom) for anything. Then I felt the build up of pee and I felt I had to go pretty soon. This was an all night pee hold and all morning plus orange juice and water.
I asked Mrs Neely if I could be excused for the boys room and she snapped, no way, sit down, shut up. She was awful most of the time but today she was really mad. She was the first period english teacher that always was hard to get grades and all, boring, of course most of us were asleep anyhow. Oh, how I had to piss now. I sat in the first row by the window across from her desk. I was holding my crotch and doing a foot dance, my knee bouncing up and down and Im shifting the weight on my bottom from one side to the other. It helped some but I got a few hard urges and I grabbed my peter but some pee escaped anyhow. It was right at the tip and ready to go. I put my hand in my pocket and held on for dear life. The class had 20 minutes left to go until we changed classes to math. I felt another hot squirt go in my Y fronts and soak up the pee.
I put my hand up and waved it again and said to Mrs Neely its an emergency. She said you all should have thought of that before all the commotion and carrying on.
Another longer squirt came out and made a round spot on the front of my Levi jeans. They were like hip huggers and real tight and you could almost see what kind of tool a guy had from he bulge in the front. It was common to wear these, with cuffed up bottoms. Now I have a wet spot. The teacher didnt care. Now for the first time since 3rd grade I thought Im going to piss in my clothes. I grabbed my peter for all its worth holding on. Then I felt nothing, like numb, with a warm feeling spreading on my ass. The warm feeling ran down my pant leg and spilled on the floor and made a little puddle by my shoe. I went and sorta scrubbed the little puddle away with my foot. It got worse, then a big gush of piss poured from my peter into my pants and soaking everything, my undies, ass, drotch, legs down to my knees. There was no scrubbing this big puddle away.
I just sat there holding my wet crotch. The girl sitting by me noticed and turned red faced, motioned to her friend and they both stared at my puddle and pissed in pants.
Finally the bell rings for the end of class and you can run to the restroom and to Math. I jumped up and made a quick exit to the boys room to mop up what I could with paper towels. I had left a wet footprint trail from my desk to the boys room. The guys all teased me, but then said, it can happen to anyone.
One kid said he pissed his pants in History once and no one noticed as he wore dark blue cords.
I remembered this one girl by me pissin her pants in 6th grade with a loud hissing and splash. Mine wasnt that bad.
I hope that teacher pisses her pants some day somewhere and knows how it feels.
Anyhow, I went home at lunchtime and got changed, it was a short half day.
I went and took my tool and beat it up for peeing on me, and it spit on me...lol