Another experience of desperation was when I went on a week-long trip to Wales with my primary school. Children from our class got to stay at an outdoor education centre, and we did a lot of activities from rock climbing to pony trekking.
One day during the week, the class was to spend the night camping in a field nearby. We played the usual childish games. Our teachers and instructors cooked us this wonderful dinner, and everybody had a lot to eat… and drink. I had three large glasses of water to drink with my food. Strangely, I didn’t feel like needing to use the toilet at that point. When it was time to go to bed, I shared a tent with two other boys from my class. We played more games in the tent before we went to sleep.
I suddenly woke up during the night, and I felt the need to wee badly. My bladder was bursting for relief. It was extremely dark in the tent, which meant I couldn’t see anything. I tried to get back to sleep, but couldn’t as I was desperately needing to go. I wriggled around in the sleeping bag I had been given, pinching my penis, and crossing my legs. I used to wet the bed at home quite regularly when I was a child, but surprisingly, I was good on school trips. some how, I managed to fall asleep again.
I suddenly woke up again at first light, and managed to climb out of my tent and ran to the makeshift toilet in the camping field. With moments to spare, I took my penis out and started to release my desperately held-in wee…..oooooohhhhhh, that was better. Any longer, and I would’ve wet myself- bigtime!