Pee my Pants Story 5
I am a guy and this is my pee pants story.
I must have been 11 or 12 years old. Much too old to pee your pants. I was walking home from school, and I didn't use the bathroom in school that day. All the walk home I had to pee real real bad. I was walking fast, hurrying to get home, using my interior muscles to hold it in, until I got to the doorstep of my house. Just as I was ringing the bell I lost it, and completely flooded my khaky shorts which was our school uniform.
Just as I was finishing peeing, my mother opened the door. I was crying and she gave me a hug and told me that these things happen, not to fuzz about it.
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ReplyDeletelove your story, i have had a few pants wetting experiences when i was little too
ReplyDeletethis is exact same thing happened to me too! i was in third grade- however old you are in third grade. i used to walk the half hour from the school to my house and i thought i could make it. just as i rang the bell i started pissing... and then crying. weirdly identical, except i'm a girl and it was a blue dress for a catholic school :)
ReplyDeleteA kid can only hold it for so long.
ReplyDeleteI never had full blown accidents in middle school but there were times when I felt dribbles coming out after holding it too long.
This happended with me in the 5th grade... in class... Everybody laughted... Excuse my english...
ReplyDeleteif i ever really have to go i just look around wherever i am make sure noone is there and piss, sometimes i piss on motorcycles for the fun of it
ReplyDeleteMy pregnant 7th grade teacher wet her pants in class. She left the school district the next day.
ReplyDeleteIt was both hilarious and sad. Hilarious because she was one of the meaner teachers, sad because was humiliated during a pregnancy.
She was in the middle of a thought when she suddenly took a seat at her desk where she promptly peed in her pants. We were threatened with suspension by the Vice Principle if we ever breathed a word of it to anyone. We didn't understand why she just didn't go to the bathroom, instead of taking a seat and peeing her pants at her desk. We all still laugh about it today.
The same thing happened to me. I was 14 at the time walking the hour walk back from school. I hadn't been for a wee since lunch time and I was bursting by the end of the day but I wanted to be home and thought I could hold it. Anyway when I was about 15 minutes from home I started to feel like I wouldn't be able to hold it anymore, I started to walk faster clenching my bladder muscles but I had to stop to cross the road and when I stopped moving the first spurts came out lightly wetting my briefs. As soon as I felt the warm wetness I clamped my hand on my dick and managed to stop the flow. I crossed the roads still holding myself literally and started to awkwardly jog home. The pressure was to much though and I kept leaking into my underware even though I was holding my dick. I could feel the warmth spreading over my crotch and down my balls and I knew it was too late. I was walking up the path to my house and I just couldn't hold on any longer it hurt too much so I let go of my dick and it just came out. I felt the warmth spreading down my legs and up my butt soaking my socks and filing my shoes. I just stood there enjoying the relief. I could have stopped but as I was already wet I just carried on wetting till my bladder was empty. After I was done I just stood there for a while surrounded by a massive puddle of my pee relishing the relief I felt. I walked the rest of the way home shoes squelching still feeling trickles down my legs. My parents weren't home so I stripped to my now soaking red briefs and put the rest of my clothes in the wash. Never got found out but I really enjoyed the whole experience of losing control. I masturbated hard after I put my clothes in the wash groping my sodden balls thriugh my briefs abd had the best orgasm of my life.
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