Posted by Matrix on January 21, 1999 at 02:43
In Reply to: Question (How many times.....) posted by ecstasyZ on January 14, 1999 at 19:46
Wow, there's a lot of good sightings in this lot. I have always avoided recollections of this nature for fear that they might offend people. But, seeing as there is an interest I will add my 2 bobs worth. My interest in desperation started as young as 6 years old. I can even recall the even that caused it, but it wasn't till I was about 12 that I associated desperation with sexual pleasure. Anyway, enough of the psychological babble, here in brief( for me anyway) are some that I recall. I'll start with the few "guy" ones I recall to keep the girls and alternates interested.
We were in class and we sat in old style bench chairs, two to a table. On thee table next to me was one of the boys, actually one of the class bullys, and he shared his desk with one of the girls. He had asked the teacher to leave to go to the bathroom but she refused (catholic schooling for you) After about two minuets and a few rocks back and forth, he stood up then just peed his pants. He got sent home and the only thing the teacher was worried about was if the girl was alright (seemed weird to me even now)
At age 8 my best friend and I were playing handball with a group of other guys. I was busting to go but didn't want to leave the game. The toilets were a fair distance away and eventually sense took over. My mate and I both headed off, he too needed to go. As we started off, he told me we had better run as he badly needed to go. I agreed I did to so we ran. When we got inside the toilets it was a mad dash for the zipper. My friend started peeing before he got his ding-a-ling out and then his aim was bad and he ended up with a small wet patch and wet shoes.
One guy I remember, wet himself on a bus excursion. For about fifteen mins he was holding himself and asking the teacher when the next stop would be. I have no idea why the teacher didn't just ask the driver to pull up on the side of the road instead of waiting for a petrol station. Anyway, thee kid lost it before we made it.
Finally, one of my own. We were at a holiday camp, I guess the US equal of Summer camp. I would have been about ten. I had not wet the bed since I was about four and this was the last time in my life that this happened. Some time, in the middle of the night, I woke up and my PJ's and bed were a little wet. It took me a few seconds to realise what had happened, it was not a very big wet patch. I then realised I had a desperate need to pee. I didn't want to get up in case I ran into someone and they saw I had started. I laid there for a while, hoping it would go away and I might fall back asleep. Well, very shortly I came to the conclusion I was going to pee regardless of what I wanted so I decided to get up and make tracks for the toilet block. I had only stood up and started to run out. I made it to the cabin door, then started to pee and ended up whipping my thing out and peeing right outside the door. Fortunately never got caught.
Will add the others in a short while in another post. Have company.
Email: matrix@accsoft.com.au