This incident happened during the school summer holidays. At the time, I was in the Boy’s Brigade, in it’s hey day, the equivalent of the Scouts’ movement, and for one week every summer, our group of boys went on holiday with our officers to the country. We stayed in this church hall and slept there during the night as well as go out during the day.
On this occasion, it was only my second time away from home, and I was nervous that my Mum wasn’t there to hold my hand. My younger brother was with me so it helped, but he acted more sensibly for his age (he was seven, I was ten) than I was.
One night, after we had all gone to sleep, I felt the need to go to the toilet. All I was wearing was a pair of black swimming trunks, which I had difficulty pulling off. I also had a purple sleeping bag with flowers printed on it. I was desperate to pee, I was pinching my penis so tightly. Eventually, I took some courage to get up and walk gingerly through the hallway, in the dark of course, to the toilet door.
However, when I tried to push the door, I discovered that it was locked. I went to wake up one of the adults. I explained to him that I needed to use the toilet. He told me to get back to bed. I tried to tell him of my predicament, but he repeatedly told me to go back. I reluctantly did so, and sat back on my sleeping bag, grabbing my penis, trying to tighten my bladder muscles, and struggled to get to sleep.
Unfortunately, about an hour later, I could not hold on any longer, so I got into the sitting position, relaxed my muscles, and felt the pee start to seep through my swimming trunks. As the pee soaked my sleeping bag, I was happy to relieve myself after holding it in for so long.
I was worried when it was time for the boys to wake up in the morning. Some of them complained about an awful smell in the room… they said it smelled like pee! I tried not to attract too much attention and got away with it, thank goodness. I was able to continue with my holiday- but I will never forget that incident!