TwitchyStitch

My name is Jacob... but people call me Stitch. A while ago, my friends joked about me being from another planet, and I was sort of a dick in the beginning of high school, what can I say? High school was a rough patch for me, but by senior year, I was the nicest guy around, something sparked inside me, but anyways, it was mid-senior year when the alien joke was made, and my girlfriend-at-the-time called me a 'cute' alien to interject. That's when one of the friends said those words that would stick with me... 'Like Stitch from Lilo & Stitch" The nickname stuck. Now, after giving you some unnecessary background info about my nickname, I will give you necessary background info about this posts, and I expect some help from you. 'The Troubles of an Omo-Lover' is for everybody, we go through obstacles as Omo-Lovers. From stuck zippers to telling your S.O. about your secret fetish, I hope to cover all grounds. What I need from you is contribution, as an omo-lover myself, I have experienced a few obstacles, but not all, so that is where you come in. Please tell experiences, self or sighting, of omorashi, and, if you wish, give a step-by-step tutorial of how to avoid it. If someone already stole your thought, don't fret, please feel free to tell us of your experience with the problem. Without further ado - 'The Troubles of an Omo-Lover" Occupied Bathrooms Occupied bathrooms is one of the most common obstacles for our community. After a long hold, you're ready to burst, but alas, the bathroom is occupied, and you wet yourself. This has never happened to me, but I have a sighting that happened last month. It was a friday in October, and I decided to have little brother over for the weekend, he is 16 years old and a junior in high school, so I went to his school to pick him up. Driving up, I noticed an unusually long line for a school bathroom. It struck me as unusual because I arrived 15 minutes before he got out, so the last period was still in session. (When ever my little bro comes over, I pick him up from school usually a little early) I went in the office to request to pull "Bro" out of class. The secretary called, asked, then hung up. "The class is in middle of a test, can you wait a little longer?" I nodded. I sat down on a chair and pulled out my phone and started scrolling through Facebook. About 5 minutes pass when a girl, 17 or 18, came in, taking slow steps. She was wearing white vans, gray ripped jeans, and a bright white hoodie. She had brown hair up in a bun, and was white. She had her hands shoved in her hoodie pockets, but I could tell she was doing that to ease her bladder inconspicuously. She aimed her small steps towards the staff bathroom in the office, which was right in front of me, but the principal emerged from her office, and walked into the single-toilet bathrooms and closed and locked the door. I heard the girl whine a little bit, and continued taking the steps in that direction, she probably figured it wouldn't take that long, but was she wrong. The principal must of had stomach issues or something, because I didn't see her for the rest of the time I was there. The girl scooted her way to the wall next to the bathroom door and leaned on it. I asked if she was okay, cause, y'know, manners... raised with them. She nodded. She gasped at one point, and looked down, I followed her eyes. There was a small wet patch on her crotch, barely touching her thighs. She shoved her hands in her crotch, her face in pain, wrapped her leg around the other, then complete motionlessness. I heard a hiss, there was a stream making its way down, when it was just below her knees, she squatted, started to cry, and the stream redirected itself towards her ass. I couldn't look away. The wetness rapidly spread on her butt, and the hissing grew louder, and she peed very forcefully. There was a steady stream leaking through the back of her jeans, a yellow puddle spreading across the office floor. The building must have been slanted or something, because the puddle was really making its way towards me. I wanted to jump in it, and roll around, but instead, I got up and dodged it. The stream coming out of the jeans slowed into drops, then stopped. The hissing quieted down simultaneously as the stream. She peed for a solid minute. The secretary came from around the desk, and squatted and put her arm around her, comforting her. "Why don't you use your sweatshirt to cover up?" The Sec said. "Yeah *sniff* That's not happening." The girl said. The secretary and I both understood what she meant, so the Sec didn't question it further. I walked over, took off my black hoodie, and handed it to her. She looked up to me. "No, it's fine." She said to it. I moved my hand closer. She hesitantly took it, stood up, and wrapped her waist with it. She hugged me, the scent of urine strong, and thanked me. The Sec took her around the corner and down a hall, probably to the nurse's office. Just then, Bro walked in. He looked at the puddle, then at me, then at the puddle again, then at my pants, then at the puddle again. "Um... what happened here?" He asked. "That's none of your business.... let's go, you little fucker." I said, and we walked out. Your turn! Give another issue citizens of the Omo-community may face and tell an experience or sighting. If you wish, give a tutorial on avoiding the situation, or tell an experience you had with an occupied bathroom.

It seemed to me that there are seldom any posts of mine that tell my tales of omo, so I decided to take you back to my last accidental wetting. Let's flashback all the way to June of 2014. My buddy and I decide to go get lunch, saying we haven't seen each other since high school (college, am I right?). We ate down at a local shopping center where the movies and restaurants and Starbucks and all the popular places end up, but when I woke up this morning, I certainly wasn't intending to do this, I was intending an all day holding session. My friend just popped outta nowhere, giving me the "I was in the neighborhood" line. I was hesitant at first, but this buddy of mine was my best friend through all of middle and high school, so I couldn't turn it down, it would be nice to catch up. He came at around 11, and I invited him, we sat and talked, watched TV, just like the good old days. It wasn't until about 1 that we decided to go out. FYI, I was wearing a pair of jeans, not skinny, but not baggy at the same time. We went to Fuddrucker's, for some of the non-locals, Fuddrucker's is a burger joint. We ordered and all and got our soda cups, got our soda, and found a nice little table. At the time I took my first sip of soda, I already had 2 cups of coffee and 3 bottles of beer inside me, so I already had to go pretty bad. We were at the restaurant for about an hour and a half, so that's a solid 2 cups of soda. After we ate, my buddy noticed the place had an air hockey table, and air hockey was our game back in high school, so we couldn't resist. My buddy played air hockey like a pro, undefeated. He made the puck move so fast, it was hard to keep up, I moved back and forth, from one side of the table to the other, trying to deflect that damn puck from accessing the goal, but couldn't. Playing that damned game made me have to pee a lot more, around 7/10. He won, of course, and we left. Walking out of the building, I had my hand in my pocket, pinching the tip of my dick, preventing unwanted wetness. "Buddy" laid eyes on the movie theater, and made that awful suggestion that made me cringe - "Wanna see a movie?" With me and my heart of gold, I said 'sure.' On any other non-holding days, I would've been ecstatic. I. LOVE. MOVIES. But with my tank almost full, it wasn't the most appealing idea. We waited in that dreadfully long line, we bought out over-priced tickets, and we went in. "I'm gonna get us a couple of drinks." Buddy said. "Why don't you go and find us some seats?" I agreed. Walking down that hall to the theater, I noticed a bathroom right across the way from our theater. I contemplated going right there and then, but when it comes to omo, I get stubborn, so I resisted. The hallway was pretty vacant, not a soul to be seen. So I took the lack of eyeballs to my advantage. I squeezed my dick, crossed my legs to where my dick was inbetween the legs. 8/10. I walked in the theater and sat down. There were about 6 other people in the theater, but me being one of those 'back-of-the-theater' guys, they were all ahead of me, and I wasn't in there sights, so I continued to hold my dick. Bout 5 minutes later, Buddy returned with 2 large cherry cokes. Laying eyes on those drinks made my bladder spasm, and a little pee shot out like a rocket. I regained control. "Why don't you get popcorn?" I said. He did. I pulled out my phone to inspect the damage, just a small streak, nothing I couldn't hide. 9/10. I give up, I get up and start running down the aisle and down the steps. 9.3/10. Those steps were not a pleasant journey. I make a quick U-turn and start making my way down the ramp to the door. 9.5/10. I burst out the door and across the hall to the bathroom. 9.6/10. Long line for urinals and stalls, movie must've just ended. 9.7/10. Just standing there was easing the pain... but just a little. 9.8/10. A few people go, then leave. 9.9/10. Come on. I think. You can last to 11. 10/10. Nothing comes out, thank god. A stall finally makes itself available. I jolt in, struggling to hold my fluids. I undo the belt and button and I go for the zipper, but the zipper doesn't budge. Shit, my shirt is caught in the zipper. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I yank and I pull, but it was ineffective. 11/10. I've been defeated, it starts flowing out, a large wet patch makes it's way across my thigh, while a little streak makes its way down the side of my legs. The giant wet patch is covering my thigh to my knee completely and stopped just below the knee. The stream making its way down the side of my leg starts separating into multi-streams, it starts to look like rivers on a map. The stream finds itself out of the leg of my jeans onto the floor, and into my right shoe. I feel my right blue, Vans hightop start to flood on the inside. My flaccid dick turned into an erection, my horniness rapidly increasing. The stream slows and finally comes to a stop. I take in the relieved feeling, and then am overtaken by embarrassment. I examine the damage. It's bad, you guys. My right thigh is soaked, and my shin looked like a map. My shoe was now a reservoir for pee, and the floor was covered by a big, yellow puddle. I can hear guys out there whispering about me, a few chuckles here and there. I realize, they can see the puddle. I unlock the door, and run instantly out of the movies and into my car, and I leave Buddy behind. I feel bad, so I texted him that my aunt was in a critical car crash and had to go. When I arrived home, I peeled off my pants, threw them in the washing machine, then had the best masturbation session of my life, showered, then relaxed for the rest of the day. Me and "Buddy" are still friends.

Hello once again everybody. As I told you, I was going to get married next month, but Lexi and I broke up. Now, understandingly, I wish to not go into details about it, but I have taken a month and went up to my cabin in Tahoe to take my mind off things, but I wish to return, not only back home, but to the Omo-community. Now I'm back and ready to wet my pants... but where should I start?

This took place about 2 weeks after the grocery store incident. Lexi and I decided to go out a grab some drinks, don't wanna get into deep detail about every single drink we had, but let's just say Lexi had a LOT of drinks, while I had 2 beers. Now Lexi isn't one for drinking but she was extremely stressed because her mom passed away after a 3 year battle with lung cancer, and her job was letting people go due to financial issues (she luckily didn't get laid off) so she was pretty stressed. We went out to a bar a few blocks away from the apartment. Now, between the bar and my apartment (now our apartment), there lies a Wal-Mart. Anyway, we went out at around 7, and about an hour later at around 8, I decided to cut her off because she was wasted, while I was trying to stop her, she hit me in the arm, which didn't hurt because she gets very weak when drunk, and started crying about what shit was going on in her life. "...and you don't understand what it feels like." She concluded. I grabbed her and hugged her and kissed her, causing an explosion of terrible taste from all she drank, and reassured her. "I know... it's ok." She just sat there staring at me, as if trying to understand what I just said. She sniffed then said "I need to pee." I, having an interest in pants wetting, got very interested, but with what she was going through, I didn't even bother asking. I helped her to the bathroom, but the line was long. "Fuck it." She began in a drunk tone. "I'm just gonna go in my panties." Everyone instantly glanced at us. As much as I wanted to see that, I didn't want her to embarrass herself. She started to lift up her black, backless dress, but I stopped her. "No... not here." I escorted her out of the bar and we started our journey home. When we were passing by Wal-Mart, Lexi had her hand shoved in her crotch, and was doing the pee-pee dance, crossing her legs. I can't imagine her being shameful of it saying she was drunk. "Here," I say. "Let's go in Wal-Mart." And we walked into Wal-Mart. But instead of going to the bathroom, she wandered off to the womens' clothing, grabbed a pair of very skinny jeans, a hand still in her crotch and still squirming, and exclaimed, "I'M GOING TO TRY THESE ON!" and wandered into a dressing room... I followed. I watched as she changed into the skinny jeans and look into the mirror, she pulled out her phone and started recording herself in the mirror. 30 seconds passed, she filmed herself doing the pee-pee dance in the mirror, shoving her hand into her crotch, she was lifting the dress up... then she started peeing the unpaid for skinny jeans... filming everything. The pee was rapidly spreading in her crotch and butt area. She peed for about 50 seconds then concluded... there was barely a dry spot left on the jeans. She was laughing hysterically. I wanted to stop her... I did, but I couldn't.. at that point I was beyond horny. She started messing with her phone, then I heard my phone beep. I pulled out my phone, and received a text from Lexi... it was the video. She started to call someone, and my phone started ringing; it was Lexi. I answered. "Hey, baby." She said. "Did you get my video? I'm feeling naughty." I tapped her shoulder, and she turned around and stared at me with a blank face. "Wow! You got here fast!" She said. "No, I was-" I was interrupted by her making out with me. "Fuck me." She said. I did want to, but I couldn't do it. Instead I pushed her away. She started crying. "You don't love me!?!" "I do love you." I replied reassuringly. I peeled off her jeans, and ripped off the tag. I put the jeans in a bag, and handed the cashier the tag. I payed for the jeans and took Lexi home. I put her in my bed, and she had no issues sleeping. I put the jeans in the washing machine, and hung out for a little bit longer. The next morning, Lexi woke me up on the couch. "Babe..." She said in a nauseous tone. "What happened last night?" I showed her the video she sent me, and told her what happened afterwards. She started to go in for a hug but jolted for the bathroom... she threw up for a solid 45 minutes. She showered, brushed her teeth and laid in bed for the rest of the day. REMINDER: I AM GETTING PERMISSION FROM LEXI TO POST THESE STORIES. I APOLOGIZE FOR MY ABSENCE, I JUST GOT ENGAGED TO HER... AND AS YOU KNOW, WE'VE BEEN VERY BUSY GETTING EVERYTHING SITUATED.

That's a good idea... But that's also a great point

I need help... I recently proposed to my gf, Lexi (I have some stories about her over on my profile, feel free to read them) and she, I'm happy to say, said YES! Are wedding is in going to be on December 12th... now while my fiancee is planning the wedding, I wanna plan post-wedding... so what I'm trying to say is: What kind of omo-fun should we have on our wedding night? Remember: There's no such thing as a bad idea! Pleases, I need help!

We were running low on food in the apartment, so Lexi and I decided to go shopping. Lexi was wearing some denim shorts that day with a neon pink and black striped tee, and some white Vans. Lexi and I had some special plans later, so she was holding in her pee. But the trip to the store wasn't as short as she hoped. When we arrived at the store, it was unbelievably busy. "Ho-ly shit." Lexi said. "You can say that again." I respond in high agreement. "Fuck this. Let's just go home, we can come tomorrow." "Nah, I need some ice cream, and I found a parking spot." I happily park. I notice Lexi fidget a little. "You cool?" I ask. "I need to pee, remember?" Lexi said, but not in an annoyed tone. "You don't sound very worried." "I'm not. I plan to have the best sex tonight, and if it means wetting myself in middle of a crowded grocery store, then so be it." "I have the best girlfriend ever." "Damn right." We get out and go shopping. After about an hour of maneuvering our way around impolite shoppers, Lexi is now holding her hand in her crotch. "Fuck it, I'm not dealing with this pain." Lexi then just acts casual, but a wet spot is forming in her crotch, stream running down her leg, a puddle forming beneath her. As she does this, she just continues to shop, acting like nothing is happening. Just then, we hear a child yelling. "MOMMY! MOMMY!" I look around the corner of the aisle and I see a child running through the store, with a box of Lucky Charms in his hands. He turns the corner, and he slides a few feet before landing on his back in the puddle of urine. I hear Lexi snort. "We better get out of here." I say, and we rush off to the next aisle. We hear the child crying, and the mother approach. "Oh, Luke, did you have an accident?" We hear the mother ask. "No, *Sniff* it *sniff* wasn't-" The child begins, sniffling. "It's alright, accidents happen." The kid continued to try to explain what happened, but no one could understand him. Lexi and I started cracking up, filled with disbelief of what just happened, and guilt that we didn't step in. We wrap up our shopping and head home. Back at the apartment, after we brought all the bags into the kitchen, I was about to start putting things away when Lexi pushed me against the counter and passionately started making out with me. I didn't resist, instead, I grabbed her wet ass and she wrapped her legs around me. I carried her to the bedroom, and I fell backwards on the bed, Lexi on top. Lexi, without warning started wetting herself on me again. I couldn't take it anymore, I lifted her up and threw her on the bed. I ripped off her shorts and panties, and started licking her clit. I heard her moan, I took off her shirt and started to play with her tits. And what followed next was the longest, most passionate sex we had in our relationship, and certainly was the best. I hoped you guys enjoyed the next chapter in the Lexi saga. I have great news, I plan on proposing to Lexi tomorrow night, wish me luck!

Posted another story called "Justice" It's another Lexi story.

This is another Lexi story. It was a Sunday morning, and I open my eyes and look at the clock: 9:56 AM. "Shit." I say, church service starts at 10:45. I roll over and shake Lexi awake. "Babe, time to get up. We're running late." She rolled over. "Damn, I was hoping you wouldn't wake, I shut off the alarm." She, too is a believer, but she picked up an extra shift at her job the previous night, so she was pretty exhausted. I hated missing church. "Nice try." I say. I get up and run to the bathroom to take a leak, and brush my teeth. Whilst I was brushing, she walks in in her underwear, attempting to also go to the bathroom. Now that she knew my fetish, I quickly ran and sat on the toilet. "You didn't think you were gonna get away with that little stunt you pulled without consequences, were you?" She laughed a little. "Babe, seriously, move, I need to pee." She said "I'm serious, you're gonna hold it til church let out." I look at my watch, 10:14. "We need to get going anyway." We both rush into the room, I put on a pair of jeans and a flannel. She put a pink cut-off shirt, and cute pink skirt that stops a couple of inches above the knee, and put on some pink sneakers. Lexi's not one for heels or anything like that, so she mostly wears high-top sneakers. On the car ride there, she started to wiggle a little bit. "You okay?" I ask, with a smirk on my face. She looks at me sternly. "No, dumbass, I have to pee." We arrive, and like most people do, we grab a cup of coffee, and sit down in our seat. Throughout the service, she would cross and uncross her legs, press her thighs, and the occasional hand-in-crotch. When the service was over, Lexi had a tough time walking back to the car. Once the church was out of sight, she turned to me with a look on her face. "I fucking hate you so much." I try to hide my smirk. "We're almost home... try to contain it a little longer." I lied, I wanted her to loose control, even if it was on the seat of my car. My apartment was now in view, I started to loose hope, but it was still there. Lexi's hand was now not leaving her crotch. We park and she does the pee-pee dance once she got out of the car. We walk to the door of the building. I live on the 5th floor, and there was no elevator. "Ah, shit." Lexi says. "Have there always been this many stairs?" She lets out a muffled laugh. Half way up the third flight of stairs she stops, and takes deep breaths. "I can't do it." She squats, hand in crotch, and continues to take deep breaths. We hear a door open and a lot of laughs. I had a 19-year-old living under me, so he constantly had friends over. We hear them coming down the stairs. "Fuck! I can't have anyone see me like this!" She says, somewhat starting to cry. I begin to feel bad. I thought of something. I sit down on the steps, and pat my lap. She hesitantly sits on my lap. "Start making out with me, it will make them feel uncomfortable and compel them to look away." She gives me an expression, asking me "Are you serious?" I nod, and she just gives up and goes for. I learned that trick from Captain America 2. (I am a huge comic book nerd, hence all the movies.) They didn't look away, instead they whistled, and wooed, and said "GET SOME!" What was I thinking? These were kids barely out of high school. They pass, and Lexi just stared at me in horror. "I'm so sorry." She said. "What are you-" I feel it. Warmness on my lap, slowly spreading. I can't help but get an erection. "It's okay." I say. She gives me a look. "Wait- you're enjoying this?" "I didn't say that." I say quickly. "Well, you're dick is saying that." She looks me dead in the eye, and just grabs my crotch. "Yep, it's definitely saying that. You didn't tell me you enjoyed that as well." She gets up, a huge wet spot on the back of her skirt, and a huge wet spot on front of my jeans. We made our way back to the room. Back up at the room, she and I strip down, and she looks at me sensually. "Did this teach you not to touch the alarm clock."I ask. "Sure did." She said. She walks over to me and makes out with me passionately, and she clutches my dick. We were both completely nude. Her lips make their way to my ear. She's about to whisper something in my ear, I get excited. "You're not getting none tonight." She whispers. "I'm gonna take a shower." She says walking away. Well, shit. I think, standing there nude. Gave me blue balls. Looks like we both served a little justice today.

Is there any way you could do Kairi from Kindom Hearts 2 and Asuna from Sword Art Online?

About a year ago, my girlfriend, Lexi and I decided to spend the day downtown, grab lunch, hit the local stores, hang out in the park, etc. We first decided to go see "X-Men: Days of Future Past" and we got in line to get the tickets. As we stood in line, I looked her up and down. Lexi is about 5'6" and has long brown hair that goes down to her mid-back, with big, brown eyes. That day she wore dark red skinny jeans and a black tank, with white sneakers. She has an average build, with nice curves. We finally got our tickets, and got snacks. She got a large cherry coke. We went into the theater and grabbed our seats. By the time the movie was over, she had finished her drink. On our way out of the theater, she told me she needed to use the restroom. She walked towards the restroom, and about a minute later she came back. "That was fast." I said, impressed. She frowned at me. "It was out of order." "That's unfortunate." I say, trying to sound sympathetic but my mind started racing. "You wanna grab a bite to eat?" "Sure." She says. "And I don't have to go that bad, I can hold it." We walked down the street to to a Mexican restaurant. It was a small joint, but it had the best Mexican food I had ever tasted. And with great food comes a great amount of customers, so there was quite a line. About five minutes later, we were only half way up the line. I noticed Lexi started to fidget a little. "You alright?" I ask. "Yeah, my need to pee just increased a little, that's all." Lexi said trying to give me a reassuring smile. Another five minutes later, we were finally at the counter ordering our food. When the clerk asked what drinks we wanted, Lexi just asked for water, she then proceeded to ask them if they had a bathroom. "Sorry, bathrooms are for employees only." Lexi frowned, that was not the response she wanted to hear. We ate, and, again, Lexi finished her drink. Afterwards, we decided to hit the shops. After a half hour, I wanted to go to the nearby park, Lexi agreed. Halfway to the park, I noticed Lexi wasn't walking beside me anymore. I looked back, and she was squatting on the sidewalk, taking deep breaths. She looked up at me. "We need to find a bathroom... soon." She got up, hand in crotch, thighs pressed together, and reluctantly started to walk again. The rest of the way to the park, she held her hand in her crotch. We arrived to the park, and Lexi made her way to the bathrooms. She noticed a line, and walked back over to me. "I'll wait for the line to die down." I knew that was a mistake, it was a Sunday afternoon, and the park was always packed on Sunday afternoons. We walked up a nearby hill, and Lexi was really struggling getting up it. Once at the top, she looked towards the bathrooms. The line was even longer. "Oh no." She said. "I don't think I'm gonna make it." We lied down under a tree, and she could not stop moving. She finally got up. "Fuck it, I'm just gonna go behind the tree." She started to wobble, thighs pressed together. She made it behind the tree, and tried to unbutton her pants, but she couldn't do it. I heard her gasp, and a dark patch almost instantly formed around her crotch. "Shit! I'm spurting!" I walk over and help with her unbuttoning process. She eventually pushed my hand away, and squatted down and pissed right trough her jeans. I heard a hissing sound. She sighed in relief., but also started to tear up in embarrassment. The wet patch spread through the top of her thighs, and a thick stream quickly came out the back of her pants. When she got up, both her and I inspected the damage. The front of her crotch was only a little bit wet, while her ass was completely soaked. She began to lightly cry. I walked over and gave her a hug, and kissed her. "It's alright." I say. "It's kinda hot." I under-exaggerated that. I was extremely aroused. She slightly laughed. "Yeah, right." We began the journey back to the car, an embarrassing journey for her. When we got home, we through her clothes in the washing machine. I again examined the damage, her red jeans were soaked and her light blue cotton panties to as well. Afterwards, I walked over to her, and finally confessed my secret fetish. She was now wearing sweats. She laughed. "Well, in that case..." She got up and pulled me towards the bedroom. She shut the door behind her. "I do have to go a little." She split her legs, and started wetting her sweats, laughing and sorta squealing the whole time. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She concluded and climbed on top of, beginning to make-out with me. You can probably figure out what happened next. I have more stories of Lexi, let me know if you wanna hear those, too.

My mom ended up staying up most of the night, so I sneaked to the lobby's bathroom to change (This was like 2 in the morning so no one was walking around)

So today I tried to see how long I could hold it. It didn't work out so well. Currently, I am staying in a hotel with my parents, so, as you know, there really isn't places I could hide. Anyway, I'm sitting here, and it starts to hurt, but I'm committed, and I'm sitting out. I'm determined to see how long I can hold it. By the time, I give in, it's too late. I'm wetting all over the computer chair, leaking onto the floor. Luckily, the desk is literally in the room's kitchen. I grab a wash cloth, splatter some dish soap and start wiping the floor. I have to wait for my parents to fall asleep. I'm still sitting in my own urine and soaked jeans. They're wet on the crotch, and thighs. (I re-positioned my dick to cover both sides.) I'm turned on right now and there's honestly nothing I can do. I placed a jacket over it to conceal the wet stain. I'm in quite the predicament. When I need to go, I just go. There's no point in holding it now.

In first grade, I had a friend, and we were in this space/star thing in the MPR for a presentation on whatever we were learning (I don't remember exactly.) anyway, he leaned over to me and said "I need to pee." He then raised his hand and asked, but the teacher said no, he was squirming for a while, then he stopped. He then leaned over to me and said he peed himself. "What?" I asked, "Are you serious?" He looked at me, no hint of embarrassment, "You gotta go when you gotta go." After the presentation, he walked up to the teacher and pointed to his pants. "Look at this. You happy with yourself... making a little boy pee himself." It was one of the most hilarious things ever. He was a funny guy, really cocky for being a 7 year old.

I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE, back in 6th grade, when hormones started kicking in, I had a dream I was humping the leg of a table in art class. I didn't really feel anything, but my hormones were there. And I honestly don't know how it was supposed to pleasure me.