Posted by Gwyn on October 19, 2000 at 10:56
My first time was at school, but quite late on, in the sixth form in fact. I can laugh at it now, but at the time - well!
I and two mates had been to the pub in the dinner hour - breaking school rules of course though we were over 18. We only had a couple of pints, drunk fairly quickly, went to the gents, and then got back to school in time for the first 'A' Level lesson of the afternoon. After about 25 minutes I began to feel quite a bit of pressure on my bladder which to my alarm got rapidly worse - unusual for me, but then I was not experienced with drinking beer. I whispered to my mate next to me "I'm bursting for a piss". He whispered back "I could do with one as well", and then after whispering to the other guy on his left he said "And so could he".
I made some attempt to concentrate on my work but already I was quickly rehearsing in my mind the words need to ask to leave the room - just about the most uncool thing you could do in the sixth form. I could not remember anyone ever asking to go in the sixth form! I'd have to stick up my hand nonchalantly, "Could I go to the toilet sir. I won't be a minute". Inevitably some lads would laugh, and the girls would smile and whisper to each other - hell! Maybe he'd just say "Yes, but hurry up!" I hoped so - I could then pass it off OK, casually wandering out of the room before dashing like a mad thing for relief! But suppose he said "No, no. This is the sixth form. You mustn't miss work. Surely you can hang on till the end!" What then? The trouble was I knew that I could never last till the end of the hour. Things were getting more desperate by the minute and I pressed my knees tight together. I would just have to plead and say "Sir can I go now. I can't wait". Peels of laughter would be sure to follow! Perhaps I should just walk out and ask him in a low voice privately. No that might be worse. I saw myself squirming, the centre of attention, and pleading out there right in front of the class. No that would not do.
Either way i would have to act quickly. The urge was increasing at a frighteningly quick rate. I banged my knees together and then grabbed myself as a litttle squirt of peecame out. I turned to my mate, "I am going to have to ask to go. I'm panicking here. I can't hang on much longer. That beer has gone straight through me!"
"Look we all need to go" he said. We'll all ask together!"
"No! He'll never let us all go - you can ask when I get back".
"Oh yeah, and then when you come back he'll say "No more, one's enough for one lessonand we'll be stuck here till two-thirty. Why should you go first?"
"Because I'm nearly pissing myself, that's why" I whispered desperately.
"Shut up you lot - get on with that assignment" came the voice of our teacher.
At that moment I squirted again and in a panic my hand shot up, rehearsed words forgotton - "Sir can I go to the toilet please?" There was no time to be casual and nonchalant! I had to get out quick! Then my mate interrupted - "Can I go as well sir?" A third plea followed rapidly - "The three of us need to go sir". The class fell about laughing.
"What's all this? Are you serious?"
"Yes sir. Can I go please?" I spoke quickly. I was getting frantic. I had never felt like this before and I squirted again in my pants.
"We really need to go sir" said my mate, the most confident of us. "We'll be quick sir. We'll be straight back" and he stood up confiently, ready to go. There was another burst of laughter from the class! "You can't all three want to go" said the decent but bemused sixth form teacher. "Stop being so foolish.We've got work to do. Now sit down" he said to my mate who promptly did so.
I was getting more and more desperate every second and squirted again involuntarily and pressed my knees tightly together under the table. I was by then close to blind panic. My only thought was to get out of the room somehow before I wet my trousers big time in front of the whole class.The thought was unthinkable. I stood up. "Sir can I go sir please - I can't wait!"
To my dismay there was a roar of laughter from the class and then came another voice from a kid at the back - "Can I go as well sir?" Then another - "Can I go sir - I'll come straight back". "I can't wait sir" said another mocking voice.
"All right. All right - that's enough - jokes over. Now sit down and get on with your work", spoke the teacher who was becoming impatient.
I sat down in despair. I held myself tightly now and tried to concentrate desperately on not wetting myself but the pain was bad and I was forced to relax my hold and I started squirting again. I squeezed my legs tight. I thought of just running out of the room but I was paralyzed - I couldn't do it - in front of everyone, hand betwen my legs. Instead I tried to fight to get the urgeunder control but I squirted again. There were tears in my eyes by this time - it was the worst moment of my life. My mate must have seen how I looked and said "Are you OK?"
"No" I whispered, "I'm nearly pissing myself! There'll be a puddle under this chair in a minute."
"Well just run out and when you've gone he'll realise it's genuine and we'll ask him to let us go and he will then - go on!"
"I can't now" I squeaked. "If I move now I think I'll do it". I was rubbing my legs frantically to try to get the urge to die down but the minute I moved my hand from my crotch I squirted again, and again. I grabbed myself but it was no good. it was too painful to kep my hand there and I felt my bladder relaxing. Then there was a warm wetness all round my dick. This could not be happening! I was actually wetting myself in the classroom. Something I had never done or been near to doing in my whole school career. And in my final year at that - an eighteen year old! I would have to leave school - commit suicide. Then worst of all I heard the splattering on the floor under my chair. I knew I had to say something and squeaked to my mate, "I'm pissing myself".
I sat there for a few agonised seconds not knowing what to do. Then inevitably a voice spoke from somewhere behind me - "Sir I think somebody's wet himself!" Loud laughter rang around the room.
I sat miserably but my two mates now raced out to the front in panic - "Can we go now sir - we're really desperate?"
"I think they've been drinking sir" called out someone amidst the laughter.
"I think you two had better go quickly" said the teacher, "and take him with you". But they raced off and left me to my misery. Our teacher walked up owards me.
"OK, OK he said. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I thought it was all a joke. Now come on, cheer up. You'll laugh about it all one day. And it'll happen to some of this lot when they get to college and start drinking. If they ever get there. Now, have you got your PE shorts with you?
"Yes sir"
"Get over there and find your mates. get dried off and get changed and come back and we'll get on with some work. And rinse those togs and they'll soon dry out. Or shall I ring your mum to take you home?"
He was a great teacher. Somehow after he had spoken so kindly things did not seem so bad. I went over to find my mates who kept laughing and looking very serious and saying "Sorry mate - it nearly happened to me" one of them pointing to a little wet patch and then laughing again. When I returned to the lesson in my PE shorts there was a loud cheer and I managed what was probably a sheepish grin. I did not want him to ring my mum. She must never, never find out!
"Better move to a new seat!" said our teacher with a suspicion of a grin on his face. This was followed by another loud cheer, and I gave a little bow. The recovery had begun.
(That, with a few little embellishments, is pretty well how I remember my first time.)
Have any others had similar early drinking experiences, in school, college, or on one of those memorable drinking coach trips?
Email: john@gwyn58.freeserve.co.uk