Posted by Terry on December 20, 1998 at 14:34
In Reply to: Peeing jeans in cold posted by Jenny on December 20, 1998 at 09:41
When I was in graduate school in Illinois and a regular at a campus bar that I'll tell more about in subsequent postings, I used to wet my pants almost every night, either at the bar or on my walk home. I loved to leave the bar at closing time with a full bladder of beer piss and walk along the commercial and residential streets until the pressure reached a critical intensity where it was easier to let go than to hold it. The piss would start spurting out in my underwear and soaking through my jeans or whatever trousers I was wearing, coursing down my legs and splattering on the sidewalk. Illinois has very cold, snowy winters, and the weather never stopped me. I might be bundled up in long underwear, heavy jeans, boots, several upper layers, and a parka, but when the pressure reached the right intensity I'd just relax and wet myself. I loved the dark, glistening swaths down the legs of my jeans and the rivulets over the tops of my boots, but sometimes it was so cold outside that my jeans actually froze before I got home. I'd walk into my apartment building stiff-legged, my pantlegs rigid with piss-ice. It melted fast, of course, but it was an interesting sensation for a few minutes.
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