Embarrassing things that happened when we were boys

As a 5th grader, I was sort of the teacher's pet - never mouthed off, always got good grades, always dressed neatly, and had very good manners. I guess I was a bit of a pansy-boy, although I had a lot of friends at the time and never was teased about it. One day early in that school year, I was assigned office duty for a week, which meant I would take the daily attendance report and hot-lunch counts down to the school office every morning, and also to run messages for the teacher during the day (this was pre-intercom days). I had already brought down the attendance a couple hours earlier, when the teacher asked me to take a large envelope to the office. So I took off down the hall, not hurrying one bit, peaking through door windows of other classrooms as I went along. I remember feeling kind of big shot like, kind of sneaking along the hallway with no one watching. I even remember the tan corduroy dress pants and striped shirt I was wearing that day. I sort of noticed that I had to go poop. I had peed about 15 minutes before I was sent on my errand (we had bathrooms in the classroom), and I guess I sort of noticed it then but didn't want to be bothered. I dropped the envelope off to Ms. Eichhoff, the school secretary (she adored me), and she complimented me on how nice I was dressed. I thanked her and turned to leave. As I was exiting the door, I accidentally let a fart pass. I wasn't sure if Ms. Eichhoff heard it, but I didn't stick around to find out. As I walked down the hallway, more farts began to come out. They didn't stink, and I was starting to enjoy them when I felt something funny and stopped. What I thought was going to be another fart was slowly coming out in a long, very dry lump. I remember being so stunned that I stood there with my knees bent and my mouth and eyes all wide while I pooped in my pants. After the poop was out, I reached back to feel the seat of my pants. I could feel the poop sticking out and was sure anyone could see it, too. But just like the farts, it really didn't seem to smell that much. I walked very slowly back to my classroom. I stood outside the door for a couple of minutes before I had the nerve to go inside. I then silently went to my desk and sat down square on the poop in my pants - it felt like a lump of modeling clay poking into my butt. Anyway, as the day went on, none of the kids or the teacher said anything to me or seemed to notice, so I never wound up getting caught. I had to spend the whole day with poop in my pants, but it really wasn't so bad. When school let out for the day, I didn't even hesitate to mount my bicycle seat for the bike ride home. Once at home, I didn't bother to change, since by that time, I was sort of enjoying the idea of having poop in my pants.

my moma always seid life is like a diaper its full of $%!@!exept i dont save life to eat at lunch. thats y mom never packs lunch for me! i love cocolote! im forest $%!@. i like $%!@! byby! oopsy $%!@s!

we had bewetting problems has kids it was probly because we got deadly sick and a kidny taken out, we think this because we had just goten over bedwetting when we got sick and then we had another year of bed wetting on and offf. any way we acctuly loved it because we loved being in dippers. that one reason we were potty trained late. well now we have now problem exsept that we till love dippers do you think it is wired

A daycare person pulled me by the wrist and I peed in my shorts. I slid my other hand to that person's hand holding my wrist, and she let go. I was in wet shorts. Then I lowered my wet shorts and it fell down, accidentily. However, I wasn't nude on front of everyone, because I had underwear on. That was due to that I almost liked underwear and underwear was almost comfortable to wear, because I loved the dark blue stripes of my underwear which was very comfortable on me, as loving the very comfortable feel of my underwear. Good thing that my underwear was almost comfortable to wear, and I almost liked my underwear, that I wasn't at the point that my underwear wasn't at all comfortable to wear, and not at all liked my underwear, which when my shorts fell down accidentily, I would be nude.

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I went in my pants because the school was run by power obssessed biatches. When you have to go a hall pass means nothing and doing in your pants is very distracting top everybody else so why bother with passes?

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I get constipated on tripe cause I don't like to use strange bathrooms. So Mom gave me a suppository before I left for Church camp. She said I'd be ready to go when I got there, but I filled my pants on the bus.

When I was little about 7 I guess I spilled kool aid all over myself at my mom's cousin's home.It was red and soaked through my shorts to my underwear.They undressed me to wash my clothes and tried to dress me in some of her daughter's shorts but they were too tight.So they put these frilly panties on me and a dress.It was short and I felt real embarrassed and I remember I cried.I don't know where her little girl was but I remember a neighbor lady coming over and mistaking me for her.They all had a big laugh about it but I couldn't wait for my clothes to dry!

Sounds like the person who wrote this poll had a tough childhood. From the age of about 5 I wanted to try girls clothes, but not having any sisters or cousins I was never able to. I used to dream that during the night my school uniform was swapped with a girl's school uniform, and I had to wear it because there was nothing else.

I wet my pants twice at the age of 10, after not having done so for many years. The first time also happened to be my first time on an airplane. We were going to Europe to visit relatives. Back then, in the mid-70s, American jeans, especially Levis, were a big sensation over there, and my mom wanted me to look as American as possible. So, for the flight, I wore a cowboy get-up with dark blue Levis (the really stiff kind of fabric), leather cowboy boots, a plaid shirt and a leather vest. It sounds ridiculous now, but looking at the photo that was taken of me at the airport, it was actually kind of cute. Anyway, the flight was a couple of hours late in departing, so I was a bit nervous. I had a window seat, and actually fell asleep an hour or two into the flight. It was a strange sort of sleep, and I remember waking up to hear the pilot saying something about just passing Newfoundland or something. As I became more awake, a feeling of dread overcame me as I began to realize that my crotch and my butt were wet. I tried to pretend as though nothing happened, but I also didn't get out of my seat until several hours later, when my mom insisted that I go use the bathroom. Fortunately, by that time, my pants were just damp at most. They were dry by the time we landed, so you can't tell by looking at the pictures that I had wet my pants. The next time was that fall. My 5th grade class went to one of our museums as a field trip. The tour of the museum was long, and I really had to pee. We were ushered into the museum's theatre for some movie. I sat there in the dark, squeezing my legs together. I even brought my knees up and was holding them together with my hands clamped tight, thinking this would also help. I think it made matters worse, because within seconds I felt a warm stream of pee flow down my crotch and butt crack, causing a wet pool to form along the seat of my pants, and, obviously, drip into my chair. I was wearing black pants that day, so just like on the airplane, I was lucky that I had dark pants on, so that no one would really notice unless they looked at my pants very closely. Anyway, I was really happy to get back on the bus to go home, and not having to walk around a museum with my pants wet.