Posted by Anonymous on January 24, 2000 at 15:04
An Awakening
I had this term paper that I just had to get finished before Monday. I had tons of notes from my research, but now I needed to put it all together. I brought the Mr. Coffee up to my room and plugged it in. My parents were away for the weekend, so they'd never miss it. I'd put it back before Sunday night.
I was deep into my tenth page and my third cup of coffee when I was dimly aware that I had to pee, but the bathroom was downstairs and I was on a roll. I was getting more and more messages from my nether region, but I clamped my legs together and continued at the computer. Suddenly, I felt a contraction, a firm rebellion from my bladder, so I automatically pressed against my hardening cock to keep control.
It felt good. In fact, my concentration evaporated as I felt waves of pleasure, and I sat back to enjoy it for the moment. As I analyzed the source of the pleasure, I realized that the physical pressure in my genito-urinary tract was part of it. Doing something "naughty" like holding it in was psychologically pleasureable. And it gave me an excuse to do the Forbidden Thing, fondling my penis.
As I continued to revel in this sensory feast, another sensation occurred. I had waited too long, and a spurt jetted out into my jeans. It was not unlike ejaculation, and the wetness, temporarily warm around my scrotum, felt really good. Several more jets escaped, and I was truly excited. Though my crotch quickly cooled, the concept of wetting my pants brought me back to my childhood, a time free of responsibility. I daydreamed.
In time, I awoke to reality, changed my soaked jeans, and went back to work. Before I had finished for the night, and actually it was not far from dawn, I had soaked myself a second time with the same pleasureable feelings. I jacked off explosively before I went to sleep.
On Saturday afternoon, I went down to the mall. I had purposely guzzled a significant amount of water, and I strolled around with a demanding pressure in my groin. It was my secret pleasure experienced in public, a need to pee that I was purposely denying. None of these hundreds of people could know.
I did succumb and use the men's room before I left, as I didn't want to soil the seat of my car. But I'm sure I detected looks of admiration from others in the toilet as I gushed on and on, splashing as noisily as I could contrive, proud of my accomplishment. I thought about my private misdeed as I masturbated soon after arriving home.
That night, I deliberately did not use the bathroom before bedtime. I awoke in the early hours, desperately needing to go, and I lay there holding it until I feared the mattress would suffer. Sunday morning required another trip to the mall with a bloated bladder, and this time I darkened the crotch of my jeans before I got to my car in the parking lot. Those that noticed seemed to avert their eyes, as if my pleasure were one of their own secret sins.
So now I'm hooked. I swill liquids greedily, and I avoid toilets until the urgency is overwhelming. Sometimes I don't get there in time. I love the unplanned need and the flaunting of conventional practices. I enjoy the shocked looks as I clutch to prevent the certain accident, and I pity those that must deny my failed control.
Peeing is a lot of fun!
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