I remember it was my last year at primary school, so I was 11. We were having a maths lesson ( yuck ! ) on a hot summers day, and I was extra wet ( see my story "Always Wet " ) that day. One of the other boys at my table suddenly said " I smell fish " and looked at me. Blushing I mumbled " It might be me. I spilt fish oil from a tin of salmon on me yesterday " ( !! ). Don't know why I thought that would work !!. Anyway no-one said anything, but a couple of minutes later, that same boy "accidently" dropped his pencil under the table and bent down to pick it up, as he did I spread my legs open exposing what I knew would be an obvious wet patch in my grey school shorts !! I distinctly remember feeling humilliated but excited at the same time, and my little **** stiffened and throbbed in my wet pants. He never said anything, though he looked me straight in the eyes when he sat up again and I KNEW that HE knew. Looking back I'm certain he was a wetter too, but at that age I was too naive to ask or take it any further.