Long day at college

[shortslad]

Hi, new user here. This is my first post on the site.


For my first post I’ve decided to write a long story about a lad at college who desperately had to pee, but was unable to go for various reasons.


It’s September 2016, James is 18 years old, and he has just started at college. James is a happy, confident, athletic, sporty, sociable, chilled, relaxed, carefree lad, but he is also naughty and rebellious sometimes. He lives in the north of England with his mum, his 18 year old sister, and his 14 year old brother. He likes to wear shorts a lot, especially in combination with a hoodie. It looks cool, and he likes having bare legs, even in cool weather. He likes to sit in a figure four position. He also has ADHD, and at school he would often disrupt the class or refuse to do his work, and he would get detention a lot. He is also one of those people who needs to drink a lot, and needs to pee a lot. Throughout the day he drinks a lot of water, and he also likes drinking fizzy pop. Coke, Fanta, monster, Powerade, you name it. At school, some of the teachers got fed up with him asking for the bathroom all the time, and some of them stopped letting him go, leading to some situations where he would really have to pee but he’d have to hold it. The tutors at college are mostly nice and friendly, but some of them are very strict about bathroom breaks. It’s James’s second week, and he’s already got caught short a couple of times during lessons. The tutors let him off as it was his first week, but they were like “Ok, if you REALLY have to go, then I’ll let you leave, but next time, you’ll have to wait until the end.” The college had lots of water coolers and vending machines, giving James plenty of chances to get a drink, but there only 3 male toilets on the entire campus. Toilets were also frequently out of order, closed for maintenance or closed for cleaning. This in combination with the strict toilet policy meant that James was often in a predicament where he was desperate to pee, but was unable to use the toilet, and was forced to hold it in for a long time.

In this story, he is unable to use the bathroom, drinks plenty of liquid throughout the day, and his bladder gradually gets fuller, until eventually he is bursting to pee.

It was Monday morning in the north of England. James got woke up at 7:00 am by his mum. “Morning James, it’s college today” she said in a cheerful voice. James groaned. “Come on james, you need to get ready for college”. “Ugh, do I have to?” “Yes, you do.” “Just five more minutes”. “Alright, but I’ll be back”. 10 minutes passed. James still hadn’t got up. He needed to use the bathroom, but it wasn’t urgent. His bladder just felt rather… full. He was lying there almost naked in just his white Calvin Klein boxers. His bare knee was poking out. He moved his right leg backwards and forwards. James’s mum came in. “James, you need to get up. You’re coffees gonna get cold, and if you don’t get in the bathroom soon, your sister will get in before you.” James groaned and put the covers over his head. “Suit yourself.” 10 minutes later and James got up. He got up, yawned, and walked slowly to the bathroom. Unfortunately, his sister had beaten him to it. He had the familiar sound of water running. She was in the shower. He knocked on the door and said “Can I come in? I need a wee”. She said “Sorry James, I’m in the shower. You’ll just have to hold it. You shoulda got up earlier. You snooze, you loose.” James groaned and then walked into the kitchen, still in just his boxers. On the table was a jug of coffee, a jug of milk, and a cereal bowl. He complained that his sister was in the bathroom. “Well, that’s your fault for not getting up earlier. Now you’ll have to wait until you get to college” his mum said. He poured some cornflakes into the bowl, and filled it up with loads of milk. He slurped his cereal. He drank three cups of coffee. His mum told him to go easy on the fluids. He said “mum, relax. I’ll Pee when I get to college.”

At 8:00 am it was time to leave. He quickly got changed, throwing on some random clothes on the floor, a t-shirt, a pullover hoodie, some grey fleece shorts, and some white ankle socks. He put on his trainers and headed out the door. It was a cool, crisp and sunny morning. He felt the chilly air on his bare legs, but he didn’t care. He walked to the train station and waited for the train. A couple of minutes later and the dreaded infamous class 142 pacer train showed up. It bounced into the station. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Then it screeched to a halt. Screeeeeeeeech. A few seconds later and the door open button illuminated. James pressed it and the bus doors opened. James got on and sat in a bus seat. A few seconds later and the guard closed the doors. The train roared out of the station. The train bounced on the jointed track, jostling his bladder. Clunk, clunk. Clunk, clunk. Clunk, clunk. He briefly thought about using the train toilet but decided to wait until he got to college. Besides, he wasn’t desperate, and pacer train toilets weren’t the best anyway. The train screeched round the curve as it approached his stop. He got off and walked to college.

He arrived at 8:50, 10 minutes before his first lesson. He was still a little tired, so he went to a coffee vending machine and bought a cup of coffee. The coffee splashed loudly into the cup. Whirrrr. Splash. It sounded just like a male going for a pee… He walked along the corridor. Dozens of students were sat outside the classrooms, waiting for thier tutors to arrive. The liquid james had drunk earlier had now started to filter through into his bladder. His bladder was fairly full. He stood outside his classroom. The boys toilets were right opposite him, but unfortunately, there was sign on the door saying “OUT OF ORDER”. He casually stood outside and drank his coffee. Opposite him was also the girls toilets and a water cooler. He could hear the girls toilets flushing from outside. He watched enviously as girls went in and out of the girls toilets. A teenage girl wearing short shorts walked out and said “ahhh, I really needed that!” Then a male student from James’s class wearing joggers and a hoodie walked up the water cooler and filled up a plastic cup. James heard the water splashing into the cup. He drank it. Then another. And another.. James wondered if he’d ever stop drinking, and it began to annoy him, making him want to pee more. After the sixth cup, he scrunched it up and threw it in the bin. James decided he would wait until break time.

The first lesson was English. The English teacher, Rosie, talked about the importance of PEE. Point, explain, evidence. “You need to be peeing A LOT in your work” she said. “Pee. Pee. PEE.” This didn’t help his predicament. 20 minutes into the lesson, the student who had drank the 6 cups of water raised his hand and casually asked for a toilet break “Is it alright if I quickly go to the toilet?” “No, you should’ve gone before class started”. James knew this would happen. 30 minutes later, he asked again. When she said no, he said “I really need the toilet”. “The lesson will be over in 10 minutes. You can wait”. Seeing another lad ask to go to the toilet also reminded him of his need to go. His bladder was starting to feel very full, but he still wasn’t desperate.

By 10 pm, the lesson was over. They headed to their next lesson, maths. They didn’t pass any working male toilet on the way. They waited outside for the tutor. Opposite them was a water cooler. James walked over to it, got a plastic cup and filled it. He could hear the water splashing into the cup, which made him want to pee more. He drank it. Then another. And another. And.. another… It was just something to do while they waited. The other lad still hadn’t gone to the bathroom, and neither had James. A few minutes later and the maths tutor, Megan, arrived. The class began. The subject was capacity. The lad who drank the 6 cups of water was now bursting for a wee. He raised his hand and asked if he could go. James chimed in and asked if he could go as well. She said “sorry lads, you’ll have to wait until the end”. The other lad said “but I really need to go.” “Sorry, but I don’t allow toilet breaks during my lessons. You’ll have to wait”. She talked at length about capacity and liquid, which really didn’t help. James sat casually in a figure four position, his ankle resting on his opposite knee, bouncing his foot. It was comfy, but sitting this way put extra pressure on his bladder. A lad sat in front of him kept casually sipping from his water bottle every few minutes. It was one of those that you had to suck the water from, and he made a loud sucking noise every time he drank from it. Suck, suck, suck. Megan then asked if James had done his homework. James said no. She asked why not. He just shrugged his shoulders. “So… You just couldn’t be bothered?” She paused. James looked unfazed. “Well in that case, you’ll have to stay behind during break time. And you won’t be able to use the bathroom until you’ve finished your homework...” James didn’t care. He chose to play Minecraft with his friends last night rather than do his homework. She gave them a worksheet about capacity and liquid. One of the questions said “Jake had drunk 3x 200 ml cups of water and a 500 ml bottle of Pepsi. His body used up 300 ml of that liquid, and sent the rest to jakes bladder. A couple of hours later, Jake went to the bathroom. How much liquid did Jake pee into the toilet?”. James wrote “Too much”. 10 minutes later and Megan did a demonstration pouring water into measuring jugs. The lad sat next to James who had drunk 6 cups of water whispered to James “I really, really, really, need a wee, and this really isn’t helping”. James replied “I do too”. James wasn’t as desperate as the other lad, but he too now really needed to go. The other lad casually raised his hand and asked again. Again the answer was no. He protested “I really, really, really, need to go”. She sighed and said “Alright, fine. I don’t normally allow students to go to the toilet during lessons, but if you really can’t hold it, then I’ll let you go”. The other lad stood up and quickly walked out the room. James then asked “Could I go after him?” “No, I’m not letting you go too. I can’t be letting everyone just go to the bathroom whenever they want to, it’s just too disruptive. You need to manage your needs better. It’ll be break time in 30 minutes anyway. You can go then.” James nodded. Except he wouldn’t be able to go at break because he had to stay behind to do his homework… Oh well. A few minutes later and the other lad had returned, looking refreshed. He sat down and said to James, looking relieved “I really needed that”. Megan then told everyone to get into pairs. She gave everyone a jug of water and some measuring cups. She told them to measure out water into the cups. As the other lad was pouring water in the cups, james said “this is making me really need to pee”. The other lad laughed. “I know the feeling.” After the practical, Megan continued to blabber on about liquid and capacity, James bounced his knee up and down.

At 11 pm, it was break time, and Megan dismissed the class. James tried to sneak out, hoping he could sneak out for a much needed toilet break. But Megan noticed him and said “Erm. Hold on James. Where do you think you’re going? James turned round. “Youre staying behind and doing your homework, remember?” James asked “Can I go to the bathroom first?” She said “no, you’re not leaving this room until you’ve finished your homework.” “But I really need to go” james protested. “Well, that’s your fault for not doing your homework.” James reluctantly sat back down. Megan handed him his homework. One of the questions was about bladder capacity. The room was silent. Then, a heavy shower began. The rain hammered on the roof really loudly, making James need to pee more.

By 11:15 pm, he had finished his homework, and Megan let him leave. By now, James was bursting. Unfortunately, there was no time to use the bathroom. Being unfamiliar with where his classes were, It took him a while to find his next class, ICT. When he found it, he walked in. “James, you’re late” the tutor said, unimpressed. “Sorry, I had to stay behind to do some homework, and I wasn’t sure where the classroom was”. He asked for a toilet break. She said no. He said “I really need the toilet”. “Well you should’ve gone at break time.” “I couldn’t go because I had to stay behind to finish my maths homework.” “Why didn’t you do your homework?” “I was too busy playing Minecraft with my friends last night” he said casually. A couple of students laughed. “Well.. that’s your fault for playing Minecraft with your friends instead of doing your homework. You’ll have to wait until lunchtime.” James protested “But I haven’t been all morning”. She replied “well, part of being a grown up is learning to manage your time better and learning that actions have consequences. You’re at college now, and you need to learn to do things on time. You chose to play Minecraft instead of doing your homework, and now you must deal with the consequences”. James groaned. He reluctantly sat down. She was stood at the front talking. James sat in a figure four position and listened. It was comfortable, but it also put more pressure on his bladder. The other lad whispered to him “Still haven’t been yet?” “No, I had to stay behind during break and finish my maths homework”. “So how long have you been holding it for?” “Since I got up this morning”. “Oooooof”. A lad then raised his hand. “Yes, Jake.” “Can I get a drink of water?” “Alright, but be quick. The water machine is at the end of the corridor on your left”. Another lad then asked “can I go to the toilet?” “Yes, but be quick”. James was slightly annoyed that she let them leave but not him. A few minutes later and she gave them some work to do. Excel spreadsheets. Yay. James could hardly contain his excitement. A lad sat next to James wearing a hoodie looked at James with a concerned look and asked him “Dude, are you ok?” James looked at him and said “Dude, I’ve gotta take a piss”. “Just hold it” he said unfazed. “Dude, you don’t understand. I’ve been needing to pee since 7 o clock this morning. It’s almost noon.” “Did none of the teachers let you?” James thought back to the times had had asked to go both in maths and ICT. James said “no, none of them have let me go. And I’ve drunk 4 coffees and 4 waters, plus a bowl of cornflakes…” The lad replied “Ooof. You must be bursting.” “I am”. Then James said “Fuck it, I’m just gonna ask”. James raised his hand and asked to go. She said no, you can wait until lunchtime. “I am bursting for the toilet” he said calmly. But she replied “nooooooo, you will hold it.” James groaned. He bounced his leg up and down. The air conditioning was on and the classroom was chilly, which didn’t help, due to to fact that when you’re cold, you don’t sweat, making you want to pee more. His legs were also cold. He had to put up with having cold legs and a full bladder. Wearing shorts also didn’t help. They made his genitals feel more exposed, and made him feel less able to hold on.

By 12:15 pm, it was lunchtime. His bladder was now very full. James walked quickly to the boys toilets opposite to the English room, but they were still out of order. So he headed to the canteen to buy some lunch. There were loads of other lads wearing shorts with a hoodie as well, it was a popular combo at this college, perfect for September, with its cool, crisp mornings and warmer afternoons. He waited in the queue and began tapping his foot. He felt full and uncomfortable. He felt his bladder bulging under the waist band of his shorts. James bought a big bowl of soup, a yogurt and a bottle of water. All liquid items. When he realised, he thought “im such an idiot”. He sat at a table and began slurping his soup. He took long sips of his water bottle. When he finished, he spotted another block of toilets. But when he arrived, he saw a yellow sign on the floor “Cleaning in progress”. The cleaner came out and said “Sorry lads, you’ll have to wait”. Some other lads groaned. James said “But I really need to go”. “You’ll have to wait” she insisted. “But I’ve been holding it all morning” James protested. “Well you’ll just have to wait” she said unfazed.

So James headed to the computer room, and played Minecraft online. He fanned his legs in and out. He got engrossed in the game, and forgot to check if the boys toilets were now free. Then a tall slim lad, wearing a light jacket and shorts, with long slender legs, sat down between James and the lads girlfriend. He said “hey” she said “hi” back. Then he said “I really, really, really, need a wee”. She replied casually “Do ya?” He nodded. “The teachers haven’t let me go all day” he said. She replied “Thats well mean”. they chatted for a bit. Then she said “Wanna do some work now?” But they continued chatting for a bit more. Then she said again “Shall we do some work now?” The lad replied “one minute, I’m just gonna go for a wee”. He got up and left. But a couple of minutes later he returned. He said “Ugh, they’re cleaning the toilets, I’ll just have to hold it”. She said “shall we do some work now?” He said “yeah”. This only reminded James of how much he needed to pee too. He bounced his bare knees up and down while continuing to play Minecraft. At the same time he was also listening to music on his headphones. The song “moves like jagger” came on which reminded him of a time when he was travelling home from high school in the school taxi, sat in a future four position and really had to pee, but they were stuck in traffic. He casually bounced his leg while playing Minecraft. The lads girlfriend looked at James’s legs, looked at his boyfriends legs, then said “Why do lads always wear shorts?” The lad just shrugged and said “It’s comfy.”

By 1:15 pm, lunch was over. James was now absolutely bursting for a wee. He headed to his next lesson, sports. He asked the sports teacher for a bathroom break but he said no. “Shoulda gone at lunch.” He said flippantly. “I tried, but the toilets were being cleaned”. “Shoulda found another toilet then.” “I am bursting.” “Too bad, kid. You’ll have to wait.” He was told to go to the changing rooms and change. He said to the other lads “I really, really, really, need a wee”. The other kids asked him why he hadn’t gone at lunch. He told them why. He told them that he hadn’t been able to go since he woke up. “Wow, you must be about to BURST!” One of them said. Then one of the lads filled up a cup of water from the water cooler and drank it. Then another. And another… James asked him to stop it as it was making him need to pee even more. But the lad just laughed and began teasing him about water. He kept filling up cup after cup. Gulp, gulp, gulp. “Ahhhhhhh”. James said “do you want me to pee in my shorts?” “Please do, it’ll be hilarious” the lad replied. James gave him an angry look. James got changed into tight gym shorts and an old t-shirt. The waistband of the shorts pushed into his bladder. They were also very short, which made him feel a little self conscious, with all that bare flesh on display. He came out of the changing room. They were instructed to sit crossed legged on the floor while listening to the teacher. The teacher droned on and on about the importance of hydration. “It’s really important to drink plenty of water during the day to keep everything flowing smoothly” he said. James sat there, crossed legged like a child, his bare legs on full display. He kept bouncing his legs up and down, like a restless child.

Then they went outside. They got into pairs and were each given a tennis ball. They had to stand opposite each other and bounce the tennis ball on the floor, and the other person would catch it. James stood there. It was a cool, cloudy and breezy afternoon, and James felt a little chilly in just shorts and a t-shirt. He bounced the ball on the floor. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. He said to the other lad “I really, really, really, need a wee”. The other lad was sympathetic and joked “why not pee in your shorts?” They carried on throwing the ball to each other. Then the teacher talked to them again. He was a no nonsense teacher “Right! No more messing around guys!” James shifted from foot to foot. He then jogged on the spot for a few seconds. Then they went to the basketball court and they practised basketball, casually bouncing the ball around and throwing it in the hoop. Bounce, bounce, bounce. James’s bladder was about to burst. He asked the teacher again. Again the answer was a firm no. “I am absolutely bursting for a wee. My bladder is literally about to burst”. “You’ll just have to hold it”. A few minutes later, and a small trickle of pee escaped. Nothing major, but enough to dampen his boxers. Then a couple of minutes of minutes later, and slightly longer stream escaped. Then another. And another. He was about to wet himself. He asked the teacher one more time. Again the answer was a firm no. “But I’m literally about to Pee my shorts! “Well, if you can’t wait, then you’ll just have to pee your shorts” he retorted. James groaned. He began arguing with the teacher, but it was no use. “I don’t care. You’re waiting until the end and that’s final!” He snapped. James stood there for a few seconds. Then, he made a run for it. The teacher shouted “Oi!” “Come back here!” But James didn’t care. He sprinted towards the college building. He ran down the corridor. A staff member spotted him and shouted “No running!” But James didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was emptying his bursting bladder. He had waited all day to perform a basic human need. He found a men’s bathroom and went inside. He walked up to a urinal. He pulled down his gym shorts, aimed Percy at the porcelain, and let loose. A slow steady stream of pee splashed into the urinal. The only sound in the room was the sound of pee hitting the porcelain. He peed for several minutes. The relief was euphoric. After he had done, he washed his hands, dried his hands, and headed back to the basketball court. When the teacher saw him, he said “Right! I’m telling your tutor about this.” James didn’t care. He felt so much better after holding it for so long. A few minutes later, and they headed back to the changing rooms. While getting changed one of the lads said to James “ooooooooo. Someone’s in trouble.” James ignored him. Someone else asked “why did you run off?” “I really had to Pee, but he wouldn’t let me go”. “So did you actually find a bathroom?” “You bet”. He took off his gym clothes and got changed into his regular clothes.

At 2:30 pm, the lesson was over, and they were allowed to go home. But as James was walking along the corridor, he bumped into his class tutor Mrs Jenkins. “Oh James, there you are. I’d like to have a little chat if that’s ok”. James knew what this was about. He sighed and said “ok, fine”. They walked to her classroom. She talked to him for a few minutes. She mentioned how the sports teacher had told her that he’d run out of the lesson. James told her the entire situation - how he’d been needing to pee all day and just couldn’t hold it any longer. She was sympathetic and understanding. She suggested planning better and making sure to go as soon as you need to. She let him off with a verbal warning, but warned that if it happens again, he would be placed on a stage 1 disciplinary. Get 3 disciplinaries, and it’s game over, you’ll be kicked off the course. James nodded. “Ok, I’ll make sure to try and go whenever I need to”. She let James leave and go home.

[Lee]

I love this!

Any story which has lots of descriptive dialogue really does it for me. I love the phrases used and the requests to go to the toilet. Brilliant.

[Fred]

A very detailed account! Sometimes circumstances - and people in authority - seem to conspire to make life difficult!