Today I felt as horny as hell, was on my own and determined to do something sexy.
I have been into wetting for as long as I can remember and it had always resulted in turning me on in a big way.
Like the time when I was at first school and was desperate for a pee. It was a while to go until the bell for break and I knew I couldn’t hold on until then. I didnt want to ask the teacher if I could go to the toilet because he was a bit of a stickler for pupils to only go at the proper time, so always said no. The only thing I could do was to wet myself. I was wearing regulation cotton underwear and dark corduroy trousers. I started slowly at first, but soon I was revelling in a full blown pee. It felt fantastic. All soggy and thrilling on my bottom.
I was now quite happy to sit like that for the next Â½ hour until the bell went. I am sure no one noticed, or if they did, no one said anything
Or when I was a little older and I was out on my bike, just standing up on the pedals and letting it all fly. It would soak into my jeans and down the legs leaving a stream of piss where ever I went. Of course I could only do this if I was on my own, and I still had to explain why I had wet trousers when I got home. If I was with a friend I would have to be a little more discrete. Just short spurts into my pants and let it soak in gradually and even then, only if I had dark jeans on.
It was about this time I discovered that this pissing gave me a hard on. From then on I was hooked. Pissing and solo sex went together and I practiced the art as often as I was able.
Out on my motorbike on one occasion, I was dying for a piss. Suddenly it started to rain, really hard. I was drenched and thought sod it. So I peed and peed as I rode along. What with the rain, the pissing and the vibrations from the bike, I was having a high old time. Suddenly I came really hard in my jeans. It was as much as I could do to keep control of the motorbike.
The later discovery of plastic pants meant I could indulge in my passion for pissing any time I wanted and no one would be able to tell. It was great being able to let great spurts of pee into my underwear and be confident that no one would be able to tell.
I took to wearing plastic pants whenever I could, and even found some hugely absorbent pissing pants I could wear instead of regular underwear.
This was fine, of course, until they become so full they start to leak. In a cafe one day I had been drinking beer and several cups of tea and pissing away every now and again. I became aware that the chair between my legs was wet. A surreptitious check revealed the plastic pants had leaked and I was now sitting in a pool of pee of my own making. I slowly got up putting my coat around me so you couldn’t see my wet arse, and left the wet chair behind to walk home. When I got home I was so turned on, that I emptied my bladder while at the door step, and once inside I discovered I was piss soaked from the waist down. While I got undressed it only took two or three strokes to bring me to a huge orgasm.
So today. I have taken two pairs of cotton underwear and pulled over them my new plastic pants. Over that I have absorbent pants like the ones I spoke of earlier, followed by large plastic pants. All this under jeans.
A drive out to the pub for a beer. While standing at the bar and chatting, I let some huge squirts of pee into my pants. After a while I was dying for a decent piss, so I made my farewells and got back into the car. On my way home I got caught in a traffic jam because of an accident. Now this didnâ€™t hold me up for more than Â½ an hour but I was really glad I had those plastic pants on. I must have got rid of at least half a bladder full.
Once home I sat in the garden with a bottle of wine. Out here I could piss to my hearts content, because even if the pants did leak it wouldnâ€™t matter.
A mate popped round, more to drink. The more I drank the more I pissed myself. He went to the loo twice before he left to go home but I had been quietly pissing myself all this time.
After he had gone I decided that I could have an enormous piss and finish myself off, so I sat there and pissed like crazy. I could feel the pants filling up. When I wiggled I could tell that the pee was close to coming over the waistband. In fact, when I bent down to pick up my keys from the ground, pee squirted up and soaked my shirt. I knew when I stood up I would probably have pee leaking down my legs, and it would go everywhere when I walked. I wasnâ€™t wrong. It ran down my legs, into my socks and filled up my shoes. I was well and truly saturated. Trying to walk up the stairs to the bathroom was the worst. Great squelchy noises and splashing piss happened with every step. I had to stand in the bath to undress because everything was so wet.
I got the shower started and directed the spray toward my now naked body and concentrated it on my huge stiff prick. Within seconds I was shaking uncontrollably as I hit the best and most powerful climax I had ever had.
Now, where did I put those clean plastic pants.