In eighth grade, I was very proud of myself for rarely having to take a dump at school. There is just something embarrassing about pooping at school. One day, however, the pressure in my bowels was growing and I really needed to get my butt on a toilet. However, I was mature enough and didn't want to go to the yucky boys restroom. So I held it.

The pressure grew and grew. It was becoming too much. I had to take a dump and quickly. I asked the teacher, and although he usually didn't allow it, he did this time, sensing the urgency in my question. So I rushed down the hall, determined to go quickly so no one would know I was taking a dump.

To my dismay, the entire 5th grade class was taking their bathroom break at this time. That totally meant I couldn't go. There was no way one can take a dump in my grade school when a whole class was there. It is just too humiliating for some reason.

So I went to one of the urinals, pretended to pee, and went back to class. 1/2 hour later we had switched classes. I asked this teacher and she permitted me. It was nearing the end of the day. My intestines were squirming around and I just had to go. I literally ran to the restroom.

There were 5 stalls. The first one had no toilet paper, the second one someone had already left a gigantic dump in, the third one was dirty, the fourth one was occupied by some kid who was straining very hard to get his poop out, and the fifth one was mine. I ran in, dropped my pants and sat down.

One large poop protruded out. What a relief! Then... it wasn't so good. A huge pain exploded from my stomach as a massive wave of projectile diarrhea exploded out of my backside and all over the toilet, splashing back up on my butt. It was painful and relieving at the same time. I think the kid next to me was scared -- I was physically groaning.

The stench was terrible and the splashes of diarrhea were interspersed with huge, loud farts. Another kid came in to take a dump. Finding the other four toilets out of service, he pushed on my door and opened it to reveal me sitting there in great pain with all of my privates exposed. He apologized and I was embarrassed to say the least.

I was still in a hurry so I pushed out as much as I could, which made a huge amount of noise, cleaned my self quickly with the cheap 1-ply toilet paper, and flushed. At the same time, the kid next to me was finishing. We both exited at the same time. He looked at me with a very confused and disgusted look. I went back to class.

It was only about 5 minutes until dismissal now. I had to fart. I started to let it out, only to find that it would be accompanied by another huge dump. We were dismissed from class. I ran back to the bathroom. Apparently, everyone had been thinking the same thing as there were three other kids taking a dump now. Luckily, my fifth stall was still open and I ran back, fumbled with my pants, dropping them quickly and sitting back down.

Again, huge farts and large dumps of diarrhea for 10-15 minutes. I was in so much pain I was doubled over and moaning. The other kids were scared again, and quietly finished dumping and tried to get out fast. Another kid entered to take a dump and once again, the lock on my stall did not hold and he pushed into my stall to find me sitting there, fully exposed. Embarrassed, he pushed into another stall and apparently by the sound was experiencing diarrhea problems also (maybe it was the lunch).

I wiped for a few minutes and stood up, pulled my shirt up and tucked it under my chin so I could pull up my boxers and, as popular as the fifth stall is, another kid pushed open the door, again surprised to this time see me with my shirt up under my chin and my pants and boxers at my ankles and my whole bare self including my penis just hanging there.

I was so embarassed and feeling awful anyway. I went out to meet my ride and they weren't there. I couldn't handle this much longer. Once again, the pressure in my intestines was building and I knew I had to go dump once more.

I went to the only other restroom in the school, this time a one-staller. Just my luck, it was occupied. When this kid finally finished, taking his good old time, I rushed into the stall, dropped the drawers, and pooped some more. As usual, someone else came in to dump and, pushing on the door, I was surprised that this lock stayed locked.

They left the restroom to my joy and I sat there for 25 minutes as my intestines spilled forth more diarrhea and gas. It was pain like I haven't experienced since. My ride was waiting for me when I finished. When they asked why I was late, I said: "You don't want to know!"

-- W.B.D.