One time in grade 5 I asked to be excused to the washroom. My school was an old sandstone, 5 story monolith from the turn of the century and the boys washroom was down in the basement. Usually, in the middle of class, the place was dead and it was a good place to slack off for a bit. But as I entered the back room to where the urinals were I suddenly saw Rick, one of the school bullies (tougher than most, but kinder too - still a bully though) and a grade above me, at the first urinal. Nervous, I stepped up to the urinal beside him, trying to be nonchalant and began my business.

Except something was wrong, I realized, mid-stream. But I couldn't figure out what the hell it was. I wracked my brain, just hoping Rick wouldn't take it upon himself to do something terrible to me. He kept looking over. He finished up and then turned to leave. I was relieved. Then he turned back to me and asked, incredulously 'Do you always pee like that?'

Not knowing what he meant, nervous, and trying not to give him any opening to attack me I said, strongly, 'Yeah!'.

Rick just shook his head, turned and walked out of the room. It wasn't until that very moment that I realized, for some reason, instead of just opening my fly to take a leak, like normal, I had pulled my pants all the way down to my ankles. That strange sensation I was feeling? The cool bathroom air upon my pasty little buttocks.

Suffice to say, I was mortified. It's to Rick's credit that I never, ever heard anything about this from another classmate. I'm old enough now that I can share my embarassment online with everybody!