WET PLEASURES
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Chapter 1 - First days...
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I discovered the joys of self-peeing when I was 15 years old. I
had got hold of a copy of a porn magazine and as I leafed through
it I came to some pages showing a series of photographs which I
found deeply arousing, both sexually and emotionally.
They were of a young lady, about mid twenties I thought, of
attractive friendly rather than attractive model-like appearance,
seated on a wooden chair and with a pint mug of what looked like
pale beer in her hand. She was wearing a thin white nightie and
in the series of photos she emptied the beer over herself, first
over her tits, from where it ran down, making her nightie cling
transparently to her breasts and belly and between her legs. In
the last few photos she leaned back and emptied the last of the
liquid over her belly and into her crotch, her buttocks sitting
in the wetness which had pooled on the chair, and I became
extremely aroused as I looked at her and imagined the sensations
she felt.
What struck me most was the expression of total enjoyment and
abandonment on her face - clearly genuine, not feigned for the
camera, and reinforced by the way she was caressing her wet body
with her free hand. More than that, I was shocked to find myself
immediately imagining, perhaps believing, that it wasn't beer but
her own fresh urine that she was pouring over herself.
That was an awakening for me. I looked again and again at those
photos in the following weeks and the fantasies turned to plans
as I remembered that in a couple of weeks I would have the house
to myself for a week when my parents would be away on holiday.
The Friday of their departure I made a point of not going to the
bathroom from mid-day and in the evening after they had gone I
drank three or four glasses of water and began to put my plans
into acion. I had found some old clothes that felt right and I
dressed in those - vest, underpants, yellow t-shirt and denim
jeans. I was literally trembling with excitement when, as I had
rehearsed in my mind, I lay down on my back on the kitchen floor,
relaxed and after a little initial resistance was able to start
peeing. Once started, with my bladder so full, I didn't have to
push very much and I knew that there would be a long, long
gushing flow. I could hear the jet of pee from my penis splashing
against the inside of my wet underpants and as the warmth flowed
around my loins and between my legs the most intense shiver of
excitement ran down my spine. The combined feeling of total
physical and mental pleasure, naughtiness and arousal, was
greater than anything I had ever experienced. I raised my bum off
the deck and was rewarded by a rush of warmth spreading back over
my belly and down my sides, back over my chest, and eventually
onto the front of and down either side of my neck where it formed
a small pool in which lay my head. I lay down on my back again
and felt the cool touch of the floor through the wetness of my
clothes and luxuriated in the delicious smell of my pee. Whatever
I did only seemed to add to the enjoyment. I undid my jeans and
looked down at my wet, yellow-stained underpants clinging to my
rock-hard prick, and began to enjoy the sight and feel of my hand
moving up and down it through the wet pissy material. I had my
other hand beneath me and was kneading the wet clothing into and
between my buttocks, and within seconds I enjoyed the most
explosive, intense and satisfying finale to the session.
That same week I enjoyed wetting myself in various positions and
situations, sometimes in front of a mirror, revelling in the
varied sensations of seeing, feeling and smelling the warm,
pee-soaked clothes in which I was clad. Experimentally, on two
occasions I responded to the urge while peeing and aroused to
shit in my clothes. I found that that too, was extremely
enjoyable, although cleaning up afterwards was obviously less
straightforward and I felt that I would always have to be in a
really uninhibited, reckless mood for that to work. But I liked,
and still do, the sensations of my soft, hot shit, oozing between
my cheeks and into my underclothes along with the excitement of
doing something so extreme and so completely forbidden. Those
feelings are even stronger when I gently and slowly masturbate
with my right hand while massaging my shitty arse with the other
hand, first inside, then outside my underpants. The first time, I
reached with my right hand between my legs and pulled a handful
of shit up around my balls and into the hair between my legs and
over my lower belly before finally using my shit covered hand to
masturbate to a truly earth-shattering climax. I’ve since
found it nice to do it in bed, with a thin plastic sheet under
the bottom sheet, dressed in underclothes and pajamas, and
afterwards lie, eyes closed, relaxed and enjoying the crude messy
state of the wet, shitty, spunk-filled underpants until my
hard-on starts to return. Then I will re-wet myself, lie belly
down and writhe backwards and forwards rubbing my cock against
the spunk on the inside of my wet and messy underpants. My
belly presses into the puddle of urine that has collected in the
depression made in the bed by my body, and the filthy, wet
underpants drag against my bum. All of that, added to the
awareness of how crazy I am being, is such a turn-on that I come
again quickly. Sometimes the first arousal is so powerful that if
I continue to stimulate my prick after I’ve come, I stay on
a plateau of arousal, my hard-on only softens and after a while
returns and a long masturbation is followed by a second, less
intense, but nevertheless deeply satisfying second orgasm.
During the weeks and months after my first experiences I came to
realise both that this was something that would be with me for a
long while, if not forever, and that I probably had enough
imagination to keep finding new variations on the theme. Ever
since, I've been as inventive as I know how in efforts to make
the pleasure as intense as possible and the involuntary shiver
down my spine as strong as on those first unforgettable
occasions.
To be continued...