Another incident at secondary school was when we had regular football (soccer) games on Thursday afternoons. That meant going to a nearby park on freezing cold days, even when the weather was wet and windy!
This particular day was exceptionally bad. Here was a group of boys going to a wet, muddy pitch. I needed to go to the toilet, but we couldn’t use the changing rooms because they were locked due to people repeatedly vandalizing them, so that meant we had to change outdoors.
After we had split into teams, we then started the match. I regularly played the goalkeeper. I hated it, but in all fairness, I was rubbish at football, and all sport in general, so I put up with it. My team were winning, so I wasn’t called to make too many saves, or whatever, but I was still desperate to use the toilet. I wanted to sneak behind a bush or something to have a pee, but my PE (physical education) teacher was looking around the pitch so I couldn’t just leave during the game.
Half-time came (we played 45 minutes like any professional match), and I tried to sneak away when the PE teacher asked me what I was doing. before I could explain, he told me to sit with the rest of the boys.
I remained goalkeeper for the second half, and now I was really bursting. when I was not called into action, I was pacing around the penalty area, trying to concentrate on my game. On a few occasions, I felt I was about to burst. I grabbed my penis discreetly by reaching into my tracksuit bottoms and giving it a good squeeze… that felt good.
Eventually, the game finished, and as soon as it did, I raced like a rabbit to a nearby bush, pulled down my bottoms, pulled out my penis, and let go a huge gusher. It felt like a hose trying to put out a fire.
My relief lasted for over a minute, and I did not care who was watching me. A few minutes later and I would have wet myself. I would always get into those sorts of difficulties while playing football.