Stanley79

Male

Asexual

Puget Sound

I really like animated omorashi—at least as much as real life clips

My background: As a toddler I had trouble with toilette training and occasionally still wet during my 5th year. Once we drove to see one of mother's church friends where I'd often played with her 6 year old daughter. This time I'd started needing a pee during the trip. Just as mother's friend let us in, her daughter came running in the back saying, “I need to pee.” My mother said, “Ladies first.” My bladder didn't even come close to waiting for the girl to finish. My mother's friend said, “You can put him in training pants we keep for rags.” Then she got a pair from the girl's chest of drawers. I had to wear them until we returned home. After mother washed them, she made me keep them in my chest of drawers to, “Remind you what happens when you wait too long.” She didn't let me throw them out until I was 9.

Bed wetting started again at age 11. I enjoyed the dreams and feelings of bed wetting until my mother noticed. Also, wetting at a slumber party really embarrassed me. After that I very carefully avoided liquids after dinner and managed to stop bed wetting.

One day near the end of 10th grade around my 16th birthday I made more than my usual fountain stops during 5th period gym. Thirty minutes into 6th period geometry my bladder signaled. As my bladder hadn't gotten bad suddenly for a couple years, I waited—it would only be 20 minutes. In ten minutes it had gotten truly uncomfortable. Three minutes later I had to squirm and almost lost control. Some other students giggled. Mr. Wingard let me go. I had to run maybe 20 meters to the restrooms. Peeing started before I'd intended, but went into the fixture OK. But after peeing I looked at my underwear and saw a small damp stop where I'd leaked a few drops before reaching the fixture.

I think Linda kind of liked me. A couple weeks after my desperation she heard about a senior girl who'd been to an early graduation beer bust. Everybody dressed high-ticket for the party. After they'd drank awhile some decided to drive to the ocean—about 2 hours away. On the drive that girl Linda heard about didn't want to admit how bad she needed to pee. She pissed her formal dress (wish Linda had more details). Linda made sure everyone in geometry knew about that girl. The geometry students forgot about me.

Otherwise, from ages 15 to 19 as long as I limited liquids, I could put 8 hours between pees--barely. My girlfriend the year after geometry liked doing pee shows. Being a latch-key kid, she could lead me to her bathroom for our after school pees. I'd tell her to go first. We'd only done this about 4 times when she figured out how bad I had to go after school. After that she always rushed me too her bathroom and insisted I go right away.

At age 19 in college, coffee-fuel late evening study circles restarted my bed wetting. Since then I've bed wet in spells of up to 8 times in two weeks separated by 12-week to 1-year dry spells. I enjoy the dreams and feeling of bed wetting. But doing it on purpose doesn't do anything for me.

Around age 20 I had a bad urethrae infection.