Posted by Terry on December 02, 1998 at 18:06
Aside from one reply last June sometime, I've been lurking here -- and enjoying it very much, thank you -- for about a year. As a gay male, I've felt that most of my stories would be slightly off the mark on a predominantly straight message board, and at fifty-two pushing fifty-three years of age, I may be a little superannuated for this crowd. There are a few lesbians, bi's, and gay men posting here, however, and perhaps a guy whose memory goes back to the early post-WWII era will be welcome for the historical perspective he can add to the experience of adults who love to wet their pants.
I grew up in the American midwest and currently live in San Francisco. My piss fetish began in very early childhood as a fascination with the way fabrics changed color when they got wet. It was not specific to urine (i.e., plain water would do), and it was of course not erotic except as a vague, visceral excitement. In the nonplussed reaction of my parents one time when I had wet my shorts and asked to look at the wet spot while they changed me, I sensed that my fascination was something I had better keep to myself. Gradually, through childhood and adolescence, my interest in wet spots did become focused on wetting one's pants and became erotically charged as I kept a furtive eye on my male classmates' crotches and asses, searching for signs of accidents.
For years, I assumed that my homoeroticism and my love of wetting were at bottom one and the same thing. Only in college and graduate school did it become clear that the wet pants thing cut across boundaries of gay, straight, and bi. Although out to myself since 1960 at the latest, I stayed in the closet for about 17 years and passed as straight, so that until 1977 my social life was almost exclusively heterosexual. Most of my early "sightings" were therefore of men and women presumed straight, and although I began wetting my pants at bars and parties in graduate school, it never involved sexual contact. Strictly a solo, exhibitionistic, voyeuristic penchant.
This is just an intro, already over-long, but I thought it time I checked in. More later, depending on response. Lots of anecdotes, of course.
Let it flow, folks.
Email: terry@wetjeans.com