In the past, a lot of my wetting and desperation experiences happened at my local swimming baths. I used to have swimming lessons every morning with my school class. I hated going to them, so as often as I could, when the other guys were at the pool, I hid in the changing room toilets.
Sometimes, I would hold my wee in and make myself desperate, then I would release the fluid, slowly soaking my swimming trunks and allowing it to trickle down my thighs to form a puddle in the toilet.
Earlier, I missed a few lessons, but one day my form teacher came to look for me. She found me in the toilets and ordered me out to the pool to join the rest of the class. I was desperate to wee at that point and tried to tell her, but she refused to listen to me, dragging me out of the changing rooms to join the lesson.
I tried to stand still with the rest of the class, but I was fidgeting so much I wanted to wee so badly. A couple of other children were watching me, and sniggering to each other. I was thinking too much about my predicament to pay attention to our instructor. Suddenly, he shouted to me.
“Neville? Neville? Neville!”
I jolted so much that it triggered the release of my wee, which soaked my trunks and ran down my legs. Some of the other children had noticed what I had done, and started laughing at me. My teacher became angry, and told me to continue the lesson in my urine-stained trunks. Now that was embarassing.