Posted by Learning on January 05, 2000 at 15:10
Peeing has never been a big deal for me. I can hold it in a fairly long time, so I'm usually not in a hurry. I'm not bashful about where I pee or peeing in front of others, male or female, and I've done so many times. I think I have a good-looking pecker, and I don't care who sees it.
This wasn't always the case. I was brought up in a strict household where bathroom matters were never discussed. We were poor folk, but very moral and modest. Then there was an event in my life that got me to loosen up a bit.
I clearly remember my first date after I got my license at sixteen. Judy was a slender, elegant-looking girl with shoulder-length blonde hair from one of the better homes in town, but as I later found out, her pants were hot and I guess she chose me as a good prospect for satisfying her. I had matured fairly early, and I bulged in all the appropriate places.
I was flattered to be accepted by someone from a higher social circle than mine, so I was determined to make a good impression. I dressed carefully and reviewed in my mind all the things a Gentleman is supposed to do for a Lady.
We went to the movies, then to a diner for coffee, then out to a great spot in the woods for parking. Because peeing had never been a concern, I had forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving the house, and by the end of the movie I had to pee. Two cups of coffee afterwards made it worse. Since elimination was such a no-no in my household, I thought it would be crude to mention it in front of Judy, so I held it.
Now we were out in the woods getting pretty hot, and I had to pee so bad I thought I would explode. But it was Judy that announced after breaking free from me, "I have to take a pee!"
"So do I," I practically shouted, "and really bad!"
We both started to laugh, which made our mutual problem worse. We both pressed our hands to our crotches.
"What are we going to do about this?" Judy said in a strange, little-girl voice. She was squirming in her seat.
"Gee, I don't know," I said, picking up on her role-playing. "There aren't any bathrooms here."
"Ooooh, and I have to go so bad!" she responded. I think her fingers were doing more than just holding her pee. Perhaps mine were as well.
We both jiggled in our seats and gripped ourselves, giggling like little kids, repeating how badly we had to go. Then I turned on the headlights and said we'd better get out of the car before we wet the seats. I knew my dad would go into orbit if I brought his car back soiled in any way. We stood in the bright beams, jumping around and holding ourselves, laughing like fools.
By this time I was in real danger of peeing my pants, even though I was also hard as iron. So I was the one to say, "I'll go first."
I had to unbuckle my belt and fully unzip to release the monster that had swollen in my pants. Judy gasped when it popped out, really big and hard, and I started to pee a huge stream. I sprayed it around, really showing off. After all, I had only had this huge pecker for a short time, and few had seen it in all its glory.
When I was done, I didn't put it away, but let it sag out in full view. At that point, Judy pulled down her jeans and panties and gave me my first good look at what she had to offer. Without squatting (which would have interfered with my appreciation), she began to gush pee onto the ground. In imitation of my performance, she turned this way and that to soak an arc around her.
Then, in the glow of the headlights, we had the most wonderful sex I could imagine. In fact, we did it twice. I'm positive that I met her expectations and more!
Judy's family didn't approve of me, so we had a couple of "secret" dates after that, always involving peeing in front of each other after holding it a long time, and then incredible sex. A few weeks later, she latched on to one of the Country Club set. I've often wondered if she was able to initiate him into the fun we had.
This one date helped me to understand that peeing is a natural act that needn't be hidden or involve shame. The President pees, the Queen of England pees, and my friends show no surprise if I announce, "I have to take a leak." It's a great ice-breaker.
My wife is a wonderful woman, and I love her dearly. She's a great mother to our four kids, and our sex life is quite satisfactory. But peeing is not a part of it, and once in a while, I miss it.
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