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Pee Play

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: dooboige Posted on: 31 Mar 2004 1 comments
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The recent stories here from Larua and Bhan have reminded me of some of my own past adventures. I mentioned them in a short comment on one story, but thought I'd elaborate a bit, since there seem to be a lot of people who have some interest in playing with pee in connection with masturbation.I'd recently split up with my first wife and so was living alone, and that gave me a lot of time, as well as some privacy. I can't remember quite what got me started on the course I'm about to describe, but I'd had a fascination with pee play for a while, so that was certainly part of it.I used to spend a lot of time online then, chatting, reading erotica, and searching the Net for pictures. While I did, I'd have a beer or two, and that of course would get me needing to pee before too long. One evening, I stumbled across a set of pictures of women peeing through their clothes, usually jeans. They'd wet themselves, leaving this big dark spot, and then peel off their jeans and play with themselves. I found the pictures incredibly erotic. And for whatever reason, I also found the idea of wetting myself incredibly erotic. (I think I'd had more than two beers that night!)There were, however, logistical issues to consider. I was wearing a pair of sweatpants without underwear, and that seemed less than ideal, since the pee would basically just roll down my leg. So I put on a pair of briefs, which I rarely wear, to catch it a bit. I went into the kitchen, downed a full glass of water, and got myself another beer. I wanted to be really desperate to piss. So I downed another glass and went back to my study to look at some more of those pictures.It didn't take long before I really was desperate to piss. The question was where. I didn't want to stand in the bathtub, so I headed for the kitchen, which had a tiled floor. I was surprised to find, though, that, even needing to pee as badly as I did, I couldn't let go. The toilet training had worked too well! I just stood there and stood there, my bladder as full as it had been in a long time, and yet all I could manage was a small trickle. So, nearly bursting, I went back to the study.I went back and forth for a while, managing a little more each time. I had a growing dark spot on the front of the gray sweatpants, and a nice, warm sensation in my lap. But I still needed to pee, very badly. I decided that whatever hang-up was preventing me from letting go was perhaps connected to the worry I'd make a huge mess, and so I finally gave up and went to the bathtub, where I decided I'd stand for however long it took. Eventually, the trickles grew larger, and finally a nice, long, strong stream of piss came out of my dick. I'll never forget the sensation of warmth spreading across my lower body, and the look of my sweatpants, darkened with the piss. I immediately lay down in the tub, yanked my briefs and sweatpants down enough to get at my cock, and masturbated to a fast, intense orgasm.That was the first of many such episodes over the next several months. Eventually, my inability to let go passed, and I was able to control the stream, so that I could let out a little or a lot. I took to putting some towels on the chair in my study, which also had a tiled floor, so I could pee myself there. I'd arrange my dick so it was pointing upwards and surf the web while drinking beer and water. I'd start by letting just little bits out, enjoying the sensation of my piss trickling back down my abdomen, between my legs, and then over my balls. And then when I was really ready to pee, I'd let it go while I sat there. Some nights, I'd do that several times, until I was literally sitting in a puddle of my own making. I'd always end by lying in the tub and masturbating. After the first couple times, it occurred to me that there was more fun to be had in there. I had long fantasized about being pissed on by a partner, and I was particularly fond of the idea of having a woman piss into my mouth. But I'd pretty much given up on ever experiencing it. Still, there was nothing to keep me from pissing into my own mouth, if only I could manage it. So one day, after having pissed myself a couple times in the study, I got myself really full and went to lie down in the tub. It was harder than I'd expected to let myself go. All I managed at first was to pee my stomach and chest and, though that was pleasant enough, it wasn't what I wanted. But eventually, I loosened up and let go with a long arc that rose up my chest and neck and hit me in the chin. I bent my face down, opened my mouth, and tasted my first stream of piss. With all the liquid I'd consumed, it was almost pure water, with a very slight salty taste. I didn't get much that first time, so I just held it in my mouth for a while, enjoying the sheer naughtiness of my first mouthful of piss. Rubbing my piss all over my body and face with my left hand, I jerked my cock to a massive orgasm with my right. It was so powerful, my cum hit me in the face, too.There were lots of other variations I pursued before I moved on to other things (and lost some of my privacy). Perhaps I'll write about some of them later.