It was the last lesson of the day. Johnny looked out the window wishing he was already home. But no, he was sitting at her desk, listening Miss Johansson talking about fractions. He liked school, but right now he just couldn’t concentrate on teaching. He had neglected to go to the bathroom during the last break, and was regretting it now. He had felt need to pee during recess, but Connor had been telling about the new game he had been given on his birthday, and he had wanted to hear all about it.
Now he had to pee really bad now, but he was sure Miss Johansson wouldn’t let him go if he asked. There was only 15 minutes of the last class of the day left, and at 10 years old he should be able to hold during lessons. If only he hadn’t drank so much at lunch. It felt like Miss Johansson would never stop talking, and the bell would never ring. When there was only few more minutes he let her thoughts wander into finally being able to go to the bathroom, and felt suddenly a little trickle escape his bladder.
He immediately clenched his urethra close, and stopped more pee from escaping. He felt a little wetness in his undies. Not too much. His jeans should still be ok. Though, now it was even harder to hold now. Surely he couldn’t have an accident in class. Not now, when the school was almost out for the day.
Sure, he had had some accidents when she was younger, but the last one was almost a year ago, and he hadn’t peed herself at school since the 1st grade, and that was during recess, not in class.
Finally the bell rang, and Miss Johansson dismissed the class. John quickly gathered his things on his backpack, grabbed his jacket, and hurried out the classroom. Connor wanted to talk to him about something, but he hurried past him, and said he needed to go. By the looks of Connor’s face, he had realized the double meaning of her words.
John hurried downstairs, towards bathrooms. His bladder was screaming for a relief. At the bathroom door he realized to his horror that the door was locked. The bathrooms were already closed for the day. He felt a little more pee escape his bladder. It warmed his damp undies a little, and to his horror he felt some droplets running down his left leg. He clenched her urethra even harder, and quickly assessed the situation. There were no other public toilets nearby. It would take him about 20 minutes to get home, if he would run. There was no way he could pee behind some building or a bush here. The school was out, but there were people everywhere. He would be in serious trouble if he would get caugth peeing in public.
Then he remembered that there was a porta-potty in the park near home. It would take him 10 minutes to get there. But the porta-potty was sometimes closed due to vandalism. If he would go there, it would take another 20 minutes to walk home from there. John weighted his options. 20 minutes home, and almost certain accident. 10 minutes spurt to the park, and less likely accident - if the porta-potty was in use. If it wasn’t he would have to pee somewhere in the park, or risk agonizing run home, and almost certainly ending in wetting his pants in public.
What will Johnny do?
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