What we did in the holidays

[MyPee 537]

Who else had to write an essay with this title at school? Here’s one of my holiday activities that I would never have written about at school.

There was a boy (let’s call him Jake - not his real name) who lived nearby who would sometimes meet up with me for the sort of play that my parents must never find out. One day we decided to visit a mutual friend who had promised to show us something amazing (he didn’t say what it was), but there was no-one home when we got there. We decided to break in and see if we could find the amazing thing. I went down the side of the house and found an open window. It was out of view of the street. Jake and I climbed into the house and had a look around. We didn’t find anything amazing, so we decided to punish this friend by pissing in his house. Jake pissed on the wall and carpet behind a chair.  I squatted and pissed on the carpet in the middle of the room. We had another look around, and I felt I could do some more piss, so I squatted under the table in the kitchen, and made a little puddle on the Lino floor. Then we left through the window.

[thisguy20 937]

I had to write essays like that too.  Here would be one of mine...

I was outside sledding with a number of friends; had snow boots, snow pants, and a winter coat on. If I went inside I'd be done sledding until my snow gear dried out, so I didn't want to go inside for any reason.  After a while I started to feel the need to pee; but I knew I'd be able to hold it for a while (at least 15 minutes), so I stayed outside and continued sledding with my friends.

About 10 minutes after I initially felt the urge to pee one of my friends came up with the idea of sledding under the branches of this one big pine tree that was near the bottom of the hill: it was challenging in a fun way. If we didn't stay low enough on the sleds we'd bump the branches and end up covered in snow when we came out on the other side of the tree. Since only 1 person could go under the tree at a time, there was a lot of 'waiting our turn'.

By the time I had completed my second trip under the tree it was about 25 minutes after I initially felt the urge to pee. While I probably could have made it inside and gotten out of my snow gear, I knew I'd be cutting it close and I still hadn't made it under the branches without bumping them. I quickly reasoned that since the inside of my snow pants were dry despite having been covered in snow twice, my snow pants were waterproof. So, as I began pulling my sled back up the hill I released my bladder and wet my snow pants.

At first it was great: the inside of my snow pants became warm. But after a while they became cold and clammy...