Ben felt close to tears, he was about to wet his pants any minute, he was sure of it. He gasped as he felt his penis let out a small spurt of urine into his boxers, his hand flying to his penis as he leant forward in an attempt to stop the flow. Mike, who until now had been trying to ignore Ben’s obviously increasing desperation, turned towards him.
“It’s okay,” Mike whispered, wondering what he could say to reassure Ben.
Ben turned to look at Mike, and Mike was shocked at how pale he looked, he looked like he was about to throw up, and Mike could see how scared this was making him. No-one wanted to wet themselves in front of their classmates. “I-I think I’m going to wet myself.” Ben sobbed.
Mike glanced at Chloe and Gabby to see if they’d noticed, and he could tell they were both trying hard not to look in Ben’s direction, which of course meant they’d noticed and were trying to pretend they hadn’t.
“You won’t, just try and hold it.” As soon as he said it Mike began to worry that he’d said the wrong thing, he was trying to be reassuring, but what if he just made Ben feel even worse about being unable to wait until they got off the train?
“I can’t,” Ben said, and he gasped as another gush of hot pee spurted out. He looked down at his crotch, and began to sob when he saw a damp-spot the size of a fifty-pence piece on his crotch. He knew that within a couple of minutes he would be soaked.
“Hey, is Ben crying?” Danielle, who was seated opposite Gabby and Chloe, so that she was facing Ben and Mike, asked. “What’s wrong Ben?”
“Nothing, he’s fine.” Mike said, “He just doesn’t feel too well.”