Posted by Empty on May 13, 2001 at 17:07
I havent properly wet myself for about three years now. It is something I will get back into though before long. I would like to share with you some of my fondest memories, most of which happened as I was going through highschool - I have never wet in public though only on my own:
There was this time where I use to stay up till as late as I could. Waiting for everyone to go to bed so I had my own space. It was around two in the morning and very cold. I was becoming a bit desperate and had been waiting ages so once everyone was in bed I felt a sigh of relief. I quietly got an old pair of trousers out of my room and slipped into them and went outside. I stood there for about three minutes pondering what I was about to do. I nearly didnt bother but I had planned to so I couldnt go back on my word. Eventually I just froze and wet myself for what seemed like forever. The warmness down the front of my legs was just the best feeling ever, and I decided to go for a bit of a wander downtown. Being early in the morning no-one was about so I just walked around feeling the wet patch suddenly turn cold. I got back in about five minutes later and stuffed my wet trousers into the wash with the satisfaction that nobody could find out.
Another time was when I was around twelve. I use to wet myself a lot around then, always on purpose. I remember pissing myself on the carpet behind the door whilst people were in the same room at the same time as me, but never knew anything about it. Anyway whilst the others were out shopping I legged it upstairs to put on an old pair of jeans and it took me a long while before I became desperate. Eventually I felt the need to go and just let it all run down my legs, soaking my jeans. To my horror I heard the door open and it was my parents who came in. I was still upstairs and it took longer than I thought for me to get desperate. I quickly hid my trousers and soaking wet pants in behind my bottom draw, where no-one would find them, and stuck a clean pair on. Further to my horror my mate came round as we had planned to play footy, so I didnt have time to properly dry my legs or have a quick shower. So I went out with piss drying down my legs. When we got to the park I took of my jeans which felt a little damp at this point but my legs were still drying. I felt a couple of little trickles go down the back of my legs so quietly wiped them away. After playing football for a good couple of hours there was quite a big crowd of us by this point. Then came a nightmare situation - As the piss had dried down my legs, in the sunlight I just strted to notice streak marks where the piss had run. These became very distinctive and I dont know if anyone noticed, to be honest it would have been a surprise if they didnt notice them there. That was one of my favourite memories as I was so nearly caught on a couple of occasions.
As I went through highschool, I use to play a lot of sport after school and had many happy occasions in the winter time. As it got dark quickly I always use to wet, not much but just enough to get a boner - which I actually find prevents me from pissing. Its a real shame because I had many occasion where I would plan for days what I was going to do. When it always came down to it I would get either a boner or nerves which always stopped me from wetting. Very annoying that!
Anyway I will finish with one more story for now. This time I was again left alone in the house. This was actually the last time I wet my pants. My folks had gone out for the day, my sisters also so I had all day to do whatever I wanted, which meant bad news to my underwear!
I was actually hoping I would soil myself but as great as it is, it just takes too long to clean up, so I stuck to wetting. I had yet another old pair of jeans and stuck them on then went to stand on the back door step. There is not much chance of anyone looking into our back garden so I was relativly safe. I had drunk about five cups of coffee in an hour and not peed since about five hours ago so was becoming incredibly uncomfortable. I couldnt keep still and knew I would explode at anytime, and what an explosion it was. No lying I must have spent ten minutes having a piss and the relief was unlike anything I had experienced previously. There was a huge, huge puddle I was standing in, the whole front of my jeans were completely soaked, even the rim of them - As I got a boner about three quarters of the way through I was pissing upwards! Even my T-shirt was getting soaked. And when I thought I had stopped, what is usually just a few more drips turned out to take as long as I would usually spend having a piss normally! It was just the most beautiful thing. I stood in a puddle of my own urine for a while before going inside. Once I did I masturbated furiously for a long time! As I knew no-one would be home till late evening, this was about early afternoon, I decided to stay in my soaking wet jeans for the afternoon. I actually went out another two times and repeatedly wet as much as I could, once in the middle of my garden, another time in the shed. And still on and off throughout the day I would have a little piss here and a little piss there, always enjoying the warmth and thrills it gave me. That was my favourite memory which I will better one day. Once I get myself together and find a place of my own there will be no stopping me. When away from here I will wet myself in public places and feel the total humiliation as many of you here do.
So there you go. I will post more stories here soon and for the time being if there are any single women living in the UK, around 19-24 and want a 21 year old male who wets his pants Im all yours! Must also want to travel the world!