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pirate1954

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    he/him

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  • I'm into..
    Ageplay
    Bedwetting
    Hyper wetting
    Tickling
    Watersports

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  1. Bought a package of 9 of the new XL size. I am 147 lbs, waist 32 and they fit perfectly. Under Boxer Briefs they are not noticeable. I've only tried wetting them once, and they did not leak. Will continue testing them for leaks.
  2. As I described in another post, I first got into omorashi when I hit puberty. I continued to indulge while living at home but when I went to University the fetish laid dormant. When I got my own place after graduating and got a job, I started to indulge again. This was the 1970's when men wore short shorts. I had a favorite jean short, and always wore cotton "tighty whites" underwear. Many times on weekends when coming back from a long car trip, desperate to pee, I would start letting out small spurts, as I was nearing my apartment, while unlocking my apartment door (would delay the opening, squirming and crossing my thighs to keep myself from wetting) and then run to the bathroom where I would finish wetting myself. I loved the whole experience (the extreme urgency, desperation, wetting) and the feelings associated with it. Seeing the growing wet stain on the crotch of my shorts, and examining the wetting evidence on my yellowed underwear and shorts was a turn on. Another favorite was a pair of dark blue corduroy slacks. When desperate to pee and if I was close to my apartment I would start wetting myself while driving, and then continue wetting little by little until I got into my apartment and reached the toilet. I enjoyed having a wet crotch and no one noticing it because of the dark blue color. I had to clean up quickly, though, because my girlfriend would visit me and sleep over, frequently. By the way. That is another interesting topic. I enjoy wetting myself ( I am male) and only enjoy male desperation and wetting. My sex life, though, has always been hetero. With my girlfriend when I was in my twenties, and with my wife once married in my thirties. Does anyone else have this experience?
  3. I started @ the same age, but because I lived at home, I could only wet my underwear which at that time were “tighty whites”. But it was a huge turn on. Same as you, I would rinse my briefs, let them dry in my room, and once dry, throw them in the hamper. Never did it in public. Always in the privacy of my room or bathroom. Of course, at the time I thought I was the only weird guy that did this!
  4. Dear Lizzy: I read your post and share your feelings and the incongruity of our situation in that we enjoy something that has become very important to us in our lives, but cannot share it with our significant others. I'm married and love my wife dearly. I would not want to be with anyone else. I figure that if you don't share a fetish, you wouldn't understand, so I haven't shared my omorashi fetish with my wife. And, even if I told her, I'm sure she would not be comfortable indulging in it. I also panic that if those who know me, found out about my fetish they would think I was abnormal or deviant, with the consequences that this would bring. As a Christian, I battle the guilt of indulging in a sexual pleasure that is not tied to my married life. I suffer the guilt of being unfaithful to my wife in my thoughts, although I would never be unfaithful to her with another person. Yet, I have learned to love and accept myself as I am. I've accepted that the fetish will be with me for the rest of my life, and there's no point in trying to get rid of it. It's there. The key is in not letting it take over my life.
  5. I don't remember being interested in wetting as a child, even though I had an accident when I was @ 9 years old (posted about it). When I reached puberty I started to get turned on seeing other guys my age desperate to pee, and wishing they would wet their pants. While living at home I experimented by wetting my Jockey tighty whites. Got really turned on by the desperation, and the wetting of the underwear. So much so, that once I got a hardon it was difficult to continue wetting myself. This fetish has accompanied me ever since. For all my life I’ve tried to figure out where did this fetish originate. This is my theory. I was sexually abused (fondling of genitals) by a male teacher at school when I was 9 or 10 years old. The incident was so upsetting that I remember dissociating while it was happening (watching the scene from above). Through counselling I learned that I experienced trauma. I’ve, also, observed that traumatic childhood experiences can become sexualized at puberty. It’s like the mind takes control of a humiliating or shameful situation and turns it around to become an enjoyable experience. For example, I’ve read stories of guys who wet their beds until their teen years, and are ashamed or humiliated for wetting, but start to enjoy the bedwetting when they reach puberty. The bedwetting becomes sexualized. In the same way, my theory is that seeing (or reading about) another male wet their pants, is a way of turning my negative traumatic memory into a turn-on by witnessing other males experience the shame and humiliation I experienced when I was sexually abused. At the same time, my feelings towards guys who have a wetting accident is of compassion and understanding, not of making fun of them or being cruel to them. It's just a theory about something that I haven’t been able to explain otherwise-no matter how hard I've tried.
  6. 13-16 years old, but still prone to have accidents, because I get so involved in whatever I'm doing-specially while playing video games or watching a movie-that I postpone going to the bathroom until it's too late and have an accident. I try to hide my wetting, but it's a turn on if discovered. Also still wets the bed, and wears pulls ups. Sometimes wets by accident, but most times does it as soon as he wakes up, for the warmth and comfort of not having to get up to go to the bathroom, specially in cold days. Other wetting scenarios are long car trip with parents and older brother, can't hold it and wet my pants in the car. Also, likes to wear pull ups for long car trips.And wetting my white briefs and jean shorts while biking. Doing it on purpose, but telling my Mom I had an accident when arrive home. Not into AB stuff, though. Jay.
  7. When I reached puberty, I have no idea why, I got this strong desire to wet my pants. The idea would turn me on-big time. Since I was living at home, I really couldn't indulge in it, except for wetting my underwear before taking a shower. I would masturbate after wetting myself, erase the evidence in the shower, and let my tighty whites dry in my bedroom before throwing them into the laundry bin. This fetish has accompanied me throughout my life. I am a happily married man, with children and grandchildren. My wife and family don't know about my fetish, and I would be very embarrassed if they found out. I used to think I was the only "very weird" guy in the whole world that liked this stuff, but with the internet I found otherwise. This realization has helped me accept it and love myself " as I am". Interestingly I don't indulge much in wetting myself nowadays because I enjoy more reading the wetting experiences or watching videos of like minded souls.
  8. I was @ 9 years old, walking home from school. I was wearing my school uniform: white shirt, khaki shorts, and Jockey tighty whites. I don't remember being particularly desperate, but I was walking fast to get home in a hurry. When I reached the fence door to our front yard,I lost it. I felt my pee forcefully flood my underwear and pants and make a huge puddle on the floor. I just stood there, wetting myself, unable to move. After I finished wetting my pants, I just didn't know what to do. Eventually I let myself into the house, hoping no one would see me. But, my mom was in the living room, must have caught a glimpse of my very wet pants, and came into my bedroom. I started crying and told her what had happened. She was very loving, told me not to worry about it and took my wet underwear and pants to wash. What I appreciated the most, is that she never told my Dad or siblings about my accident.
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