Mark and Me – Part 2
[In which Mark reveals that he has been wetting himself on purpose, and Cam tries an experiment.]
Man, had one huge graduation party – drank way too much beer and threw up all over myself sometime after midnight. My friends got me out into the yard and washed me off with the garden hose and then carried me up to my bedroom to sleep it off. When I woke up, the sun was shining and when I moved my head to look over at the clock to see what time it was I threw up on myself again and then passed out. Sometime around late afternoon I felt well enough to get out of bed and clean myself off in the shower – when I took off my filthy clothes I found that in addition to throwing up I’d pissed my pants – what a great party!
Mark and I were lying out in his back yard today, just wearing shorts and working on our tans. I noticed that the damp spot in his crotch was larger than usual so I finally said, “You’ve sure been having more accidents lately, or dribbling, or something …..”, and let my voice trail off.
Mark was silent for a minute or two and then looked over at me and said, “Cam, you’ve got to promise that you won’t repeat this to anyone else, but, uh, well, they’re not, um, accidents.”
“What do you mean ‘not accidents’”, I asked, “I don’t understand.”
Mark was really blushing now as he said, “Well, uh, it’s not like I’m pissing in my pants or anything. But I get turned on by just letting a few drops out and getting my briefs just a little damp. It feels really neat to feel the damp cloth against my cock and balls – almost as good as jerking off – which I usually do after wetting myself.”
Oh man, that was getting way to weird for me – but now the damp spots, and the yellow stains on Mark’s underwear all made sense. “Yeah, whatever”, I said and rolled over to work on my tan some more.
I didn’t think anything more about that conversation for several days and then as I was getting ready to get into bed one night, and I don’t know why, I remembered the conversation and began to wonder what it would feel like to just wet yourself a little. Now, I wasn’t going to take it up as a hobby, but maybe just once, as kind of a scientific experiment, you understand. So I got up from the bed, and pulled my briefs and jeans back on, and stood back from my bed and ….., and ….., and nothing happened. I don’t know whether I was nervous, or what, but I couldn’t do anything. So I tried relaxing, and nothing happened. And then I tried pushing, and nothing happened. And just as I was about ready to give up, and take off my clothes and get back in bed I could feel a little liquid begin to leak out into my briefs. Just a couple of drops and then a little more, and then a small stream began to flow. At that point I clamped down so I wouldn’t really wet myself too much. As I stood there I felt the warm liquid soak into my briefs and then a small damp spot appeared in the crotch of my jeans. It wasn’t, like, it felt really great or anything, but, well, it did feel kind of different and I could see how Mark might have gotten turned on by it. But after a couple of minutes the warmth was replaced by coolness and I was standing there with a wet and cold crotch and I realized what a gross thing I had done so I stripped off my briefs and jeans, dried myself off and crawled into bed.
When I awoke the next morning and got out of bed, I saw my jeans on the floor and my briefs with a yellow stain in the crotch. I picked them up and felt them and found that they’d dried off during the night. I held them up to my face and smelled the faint odor of dried urine. I don’t know why, but the thought of what I’d done the night before, and the smell of my briefs, got me turned on and I immediately went into the bathroom to shower and jerk off. After I’d dried myself off and returned to my room, without really even thinking about it, I picked up my stained briefs and jeans from the night before and pulled them on and wore them for a second day. As the day wore on, my thoughts kept coming back to what I’d done the night before and finally in mid-afternoon I thought, “Well, what the heck, just a little more won’t hurt”, and I relaxed and let a little urine escape into my briefs, and then a little more, and soon my briefs were wet again and I had a damp spot in my crotch – nothing that anyone other than me, and possibly Mark, would even notice. It was kind of a turn-on for the rest of the day, walking around feeling my damp briefs and realizing that I was the only one what knew what I’d done that afternoon. As I got in bed that night, I realized how the yellow stain in my briefs had gotten darker and the odor was a little stronger – not strong enough that anyone would notice, and to me not unpleasant. But I also thought, “Okay, you’ve completed the experiment. Now don’t ever do it again!”
[to be continued]