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When I was about 5 or 6 me and a neighborhood friend were playing in my backyard and I noticed an urge to pee. I stood up behind a tree and I purposefully let go in my pants for a few seconds before I unbuckled my pants and let the rest out onto the tree. I even told my friend that I had "half peed my pants" my parents never found out. Around that same age I would hold my pee numerous times while watching TV alone. I would usually hold until I was doing a pee-pee dance and sometimes even leaking a tiny bit. I would then run to the bathroom quickly before I had an accident. 

 

Another time was when I was about 10 or 11, it was late at night and I had been browsing desperation and wetting content on the internet. In an excited/nervous haze I decided that I wanted to try it and I went into the bathroom and wet my red shorts right next to the toilet. I was so nervous/excited that I was shaking. I then went back into my room and threw my shorts into the corner under a blanket and forgot about them until months later. For some reason they didn't even smell like pee anymore.

 

 

 

 

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If I arrived at the seaside with my parents as a child wanting to go, I always enjoyed getting in the sea and letting out my warm pee in the cold sea in my swimming trunks, but I don't count that, it was just a practical way of relieving myself. Indeed on one occasion I went to the beach with my Aunt and some friends and I was so desperate by the time we got there on the bus, I was struggling to keep it in while changing under the towel into the swimming trunks that would give me relief, and was very close to doing it in my trunks on the sand before making my dash for the sea. Bu the real first conscious wetting came on a walk back from the pub after a few beers as a student at university. I was wearing my favourite denim jeans, left the pub already bursting and neglecting to use the facilities before leaving for the 20 minute walk back to my student room. It took three attempts to overcome my inhibitions, but the third time I was so desperate and so aroused it just happened and I haven't looked back since. 

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I was about 8 years old and home sick from school and my mom worked nights. I specificly remember having blues clues on and having to pee. The thought of wetting myself and other peoples desperation and wetting had intrested me as long as i can remember. I was just in my underwear and i stood in front of the tv and just barely pushed a little pee out and i felt the warmth against my penis and immediately felt a sort of warmth and pleasure from it. I then went to stand in my bathtub and released the rest of my pee into my underwear. It was a bliss that i immediately fell in love with. I threw my underwear under the sink and would periodically rewet them again and again before or during a shower or bath, until they disappeared one day. Not sure who found them but nothing was ever said. 

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2 hours ago, Peegirlpee1 said:

I was about 8 years old and home sick from school and my mom worked nights. I specificly remember having blues clues on and having to pee. The thought of wetting myself and other peoples desperation and wetting had intrested me as long as i can remember. I was just in my underwear and i stood in front of the tv and just barely pushed a little pee out and i felt the warmth against my penis and immediately felt a sort of warmth and pleasure from it. I then went to stand in my bathtub and released the rest of my pee into my underwear. It was a bliss that i immediately fell in love with. I threw my underwear under the sink and would periodically rewet them again and again before or during a shower or bath, until they disappeared one day. Not sure who found them but nothing was ever said. 

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As a child, we would swim at my mother's friend's house. She would not let us go inside to pee, telling us to just go in our suits. She had 3 daughters, and I still remember them peeing their suits too. This was great.

Can you imagine an adult pool party with no toilets? I'll go!

I never had accidents, but was always fascinated when others did.

I also recall peeing in the bathtub, and as I got older, I would give myself golden showers lol.

When I started to hit puberty, I didn't know too much about sex. Everytime I would get aroused, it would feel like I have to pee, and peeing in my underwear would make the feeling last longer. One night, watching soft-core porn, I was rubbing my pissed underwear, and had my first orgasm!

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I remember my first time wetting myself on purpose was when I was around 11 or 12 years old, I had known I enjoyed seeing other people desperate to pee and have accidents but I hadn't tried it until now.

I was always home alone on Monday nights, my brother was out at army cadets and my parents were shopping. They were usually gone for a good 2-3 hours. 

I remember I was in grey nylon track pants at the time and by the time my parents had gone out, I was fairly desperate, but I kept waiting until I couldn't hold on any longer. I must have been playing my X-Box or something as I remember it and I remember starting to do the pee-pee dance when I realised I couldn't hold on any longer, ran into the bathroom, stood in the bath and I just made it before the flood! 

I can still recall how good it felt at the time!

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On 6/14/2019 at 11:27 AM, wtv said:

This is going to sound quite ridiculous, but I was 6, and my mom was there.

I had witnessed a boy in my class have an accident that day, and found it weirdly exciting - kept imagining what would it be like if that had happened to me.

So I got home that day, my mom drew me a bath, and I bluntly asked her if I could pee through my panties before getting in the bathtub. She was really confused and asked me why the hell I wanted to do that, so I said it was just out of curiosity - because I'd never had an accident and several of my friends had had them at some point, so I felt "left out" (lol). She obviously found it weird, but just kinda laughed it off as a weird-kid-thing and let me go through with it.

Back then it wasn't necessarily erotic, but I remember it did feel good. I started experimenting more and more with it the following years, until eventually I figured out I enjoyed watching others/hearing their stories way more than I liked doing it myself.

Sounded like a good bath lol

On 6/20/2019 at 11:10 PM, Acura17 said:

As a child, we would swim at my mother's friend's house. She would not let us go inside to pee, telling us to just go in our suits. She had 3 daughters, and I still remember them peeing their suits too. This was great.

Can you imagine an adult pool party with no toilets? I'll go!

I never had accidents, but was always fascinated when others did.

I also recall peeing in the bathtub, and as I got older, I would give myself golden showers lol.

When I started to hit puberty, I didn't know too much about sex. Everytime I would get aroused, it would feel like I have to pee, and peeing in my underwear would make the feeling last longer. One night, watching soft-core porn, I was rubbing my pissed underwear, and had my first orgasm!

Nice(:

On 6/19/2019 at 7:26 PM, Peegirlpee1 said:

I was about 8 years old and home sick from school and my mom worked nights. I specificly remember having blues clues on and having to pee. The thought of wetting myself and other peoples desperation and wetting had intrested me as long as i can remember. I was just in my underwear and i stood in front of the tv and just barely pushed a little pee out and i felt the warmth against my penis and immediately felt a sort of warmth and pleasure from it. I then went to stand in my bathtub and released the rest of my pee into my underwear. It was a bliss that i immediately fell in love with. I threw my underwear under the sink and would periodically rewet them again and again before or during a shower or bath, until they disappeared one day. Not sure who found them but nothing was ever said. 

Good story

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On purpose? I was in grade school and it was summer time. I was wearing red shorts and white underwear. I was playing with the neighbor and we were running through the sprinkler, which was firing cold water at us. I didn’t notice at first but I had began to leak. I felt warm pee in my wet and cold shorts. The warm pee felt great. Trying not to be obvious, I continued running through the sprinkles and sneaking off into the backyard to release some more pee. It didn’t come out very fast when I was purposely trying to do it. Sometimes I had to push. It felt great peeing in my cold and wet shorts and it really warmed me up.  I already knew I liked pee by that point.

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I was four years old, and I don't remember what pants I was wearing, but I do know they were full-length, and that I was in bed.  I'd been put to bed that night in my clothes, and I decided I wanted to find out what it felt like to be a baby, so i went in my pants instead of going to the toilet.  I did it again the next night, too, in shorts.

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On 6/19/2019 at 5:33 PM, Allegretto said:

 the real first conscious wetting came on a walk back from the pub after a few beers as a student at university. I was wearing my favourite denim jeans, left the pub already bursting and neglecting to use the facilities before leaving for the 20 minute walk back to my student room. It took three attempts to overcome my inhibitions, but the third time I was so desperate and so aroused it just happened and I haven't looked back since. 

I started to hold regularly when I lived in Athens GA (UGA). my friend was a bartender at a frat bar and would ply me with free drinks in exchange for an intelligent person to talk to. I would usually make it about 2/3 of the way thru his shift, and more often than not, the drunkenness was the reason i would finally leave. I would stumble home and usually within about 5 blocks from home, I wouldn't be able to hold it any longer. luckily up the road was an apt complex with a pool, and I would slip into it and get wet all over (it also helped with that stick Southern muggy heat) boy that was great. I miss that.

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First time I peed myself was in my underwear over the toilet, that progressed to the bathtub, which progressed to using towels as diapers in bed. When I was places where there were babies (like my aunts house, parents friends etc) I would steal diapers to take home and wet in bed. When I got my car I would go to work (as a server) and stay really busy so I wouldn’t have time to pee. Then I’d get in my car and masturbate (to help hold my literally bursting bladder) and then pee in a towel.

My first unconscious wetting was when I was at a lake with my dads work event. I ran up to the toilets because I put off peeing for so long and was afraid of going in my suit for some reason. I got up there just in time and jerked the door... it was out of order. Someone hit the shut off button. So I *ran* to the second nearest one (which was about a half mile away) and just as I entered the bathroom doors the pee started heavily trickling down my legs 

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I remember wanting to wet myself on purpose, so I got a pair of old jeans that really didnt fit quite right anymore. I stepped inside the shower and just tried to relax cause sometimes the excitement keeps the flow from being as intense. Once I was able to relax the flow started coming down and felt absolutely amazing. Since then, I've tried with lighter colored slacks to get a better view. What a rush! 

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The first time was in my senior year of high school.  To get home from school, I always had to take two buses.  I felt very nervous around all the other kids and on this day being nervous made me need to pee.  When I got home it had gotten pretty bad, but instead of going to the bathroom I headed to my room and laid towels on the floor, then did it.  As it happened, all my nerves went away and I was pleasantly surprised by that.  Had been doing holds and looking at stuff online for years but hadn't wet on purpose before.

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15/16 years old at a sleepover, where the "host's" parents weren't home for the night. I had recently realized my interests, but hadn't chosen to explore them. We were playing a dare based game where everyone had to out three dares on large slips of paper in a bowl, and then everyone drew one. The dares were made to span over the whole sleepover, where at any point it applied, you did as so.

I can't remember the other two, but I know one of mine was something like "Drink a bottle of water every [Number] minutes or less. You can't change clothes at any point, and must pee in them." I decided to make an attempt at cheating by bending a bit fo the corner to try and find it with my hands.

I put it in, and we shuffled. I went first, and I had found the one. I pulled it out and read it aloud, acting weirded out to the best of my ability. Everyone else picked papers, and I went a found me some water bottles and towels.

The rest of the night was me peeing with towels wrapped around me to prevent the pee from getting anywhere to the best of my ability.

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When I was a kid (4 or 5) id always pee in the backyard, and in my bed, I remember one time I peed in the corner of my carpeted room and covered it with some toys, which I kept doing for a little while, I then stopped and started again in the shower when I was 11 or 12, I would purposely fill up with water before showering and then pee literally everywhere in the shower (I especially liked peeing into things like buckets or cups or whatever was in the bathroom) I then once peed onto a towel, which excited me so much, I really want to do it again but I don’t live alone so it’s hard, that was when I was about 14. Then when I was about 15 I put on some old panties went out into my backyard and peed onto my legs and socks, it didn’t feel as good as the towel but it still felt good. I’ve had a few genuine accidents since then, but I really want to try peeing in jeans/ sweatpants, it would be so good to have a play partner though, I feel like I need to learn from others 😂😂!! 

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On 11/19/2019 at 1:21 AM, peeprincessx said:

When I was a kid (4 or 5) id always pee in the backyard, and in my bed, I remember one time I peed in the corner of my carpeted room and covered it with some toys, which I kept doing for a little while, I then stopped and started again in the shower when I was 11 or 12, I would purposely fill up with water before showering and then pee literally everywhere in the shower (I especially liked peeing into things like buckets or cups or whatever was in the bathroom) I then once peed onto a towel, which excited me so much, I really want to do it again but I don’t live alone so it’s hard, that was when I was about 14. Then when I was about 15 I put on some old panties went out into my backyard and peed onto my legs and socks, it didn’t feel as good as the towel but it still felt good. I’ve had a few genuine accidents since then, but I really want to try peeing in jeans/ sweatpants, it would be so good to have a play partner though, I feel like I need to learn from others 😂😂!! 

It is fun with others! Some clothes I like better than others!(:

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I posted this a while ago. I had to look for it while struggling not to pee myself. I would not allow it until  I found my story. I copied and pasted it because there is no way I could type it out while constantly holding myself with one hand, before I pee myself. Here it is , and my pee is about to come out. Ill still try to hold it. though.

When I was in my mid-teens, I enjoyed the sensation that I was about to wet my pants. One day I pushed it a bit too far and suddenly unexpectedly I couldn't hold it any longer and lost a baseball sized  spurt in my pants. I immediately unzipped and peed and used my shirt to cover the wet spot.

But that is another story. You asked about my first time I deliberately wet my pants by refusing to go pee no matter how much it hurt , or how badly I had to pee, until it came out on its own ,soaking my pants. 

This is that story that I have posted before, but since it has been a long time and, the question was posed  I re-post it here.

 I discovered my attraction to holding my pee as a teenager. I desperately wanted to wet my pants but it was not going to happen in my parents’ house. I had to suffice with holding a was cloth against me as I peed  in the tub.

 I became pee shy in high school, and therefore had to hold it all day. The result was a large and too well controlled bladder. No matter how long I held it, no matter how badly I needed to pee I did not wet my pants since I was 11 or 12 and had an accident. ( with the one exception mentioned above , which was only partial).

It often hurt like hell and the pressure in my bladder and penis was agonizing, my pee felt like it was going to come out, but I always remained dry.

I truly believed that it was impossible for me to have a truly accidental wetting my pants

This was disappointing I wanted to have a true accident. Just letting it out does nothing for me.

So, eventually in my mid-twenties, I decided to endure the pain no matter how bad it got. It had to come out eventually, when my bladder could hold no more. I was wearing white cotton briefs and blue jeans/

My (then) wife decided to watch a couple of movies while I held it.   I lay on floor, she on the couch. I had to pee already when the first one started.  I continued drinking plenty of water. By time the first one ended, about two hours, my bladder was screaming in burning fully distended pain. There was intense pressure throughout my penis, especially at my pee hole. It felt like it was going to come out, and likely would have if I relaxed a bit. But I did not.

My bladder thought the end of the movie meant relief was in sight.  I had to start squeezing my dick with my hand, both to relieve the pressure a bit, so it would not hurt so much, and to keep from peeing in my jeans.

By the end of the first hour of the second movie , I was in serious pain, my pee was pressing on my pee hole and my penis was actually throbbing with the effort to hold in a huge amount of pee. I was constantly squeezing myself with my whole hand not just the fingers. I squirmed and with my penis between my legs squeezed them together for added leverage. My pee felt like it was going to come out any second. I had never had to pee this bad in my life. But, there was another hour to go, and I was not allowing myself to go until the show was over.

The last hour crept by slowly; it was difficult to focus on anything but my need to pee. The movie was a distraction. I could not believe how my need to pee actually continued to increase. I had undone my jeans to relieve the pressure on my bladder.

The pressure and pain at my pee hole was so excruciating that I didn’t think I would notice the increase signaled I was going to lose control. I was right. With 20 minutes left in the movie, I felt a tiny wet spot form in my white cotton briefs. A couple of minutes later another leak occurred causing a penny sized wet spot in my jeans. I was euphoric, because I had actually uncontrollably wet my pants, even though just a little.

 I stood up to show her what I had done, and gravity caused a big spurt to soak the front and crotch of my jeans. There was still 15 minutes left in the movie, and despite the strong urge to go, I held on. Everything, my bladder and penis from the base to the tip throbbed in pain. I stayed standing; knowing then it would cause a little leakage and a minimum of relief. I continued to hold my dick, pee dance and cross my legs. Every few minutes my tired sphincter permitted my pee to escape. Nevertheless I held on until the final scene of the film. By then one leg of my jeans was wet to my knee. I decided to try to make it through the credits too but my bladder had had enough. A slow but steady leak extended the wetness down my leg. I was powerless to stop it.

I didn’t want to make a mess on the floor so my wife and I hurried to the tub. Then I let go. My dick nearly exploded. Pee gushed down both legs and poured directly from my crotch to the tub. I peed hard for over a minute.  My wife stood and watched, disbelieving how long and hard I peed. The relief was awesome. For a while afterward I had to pee frequently. I was happy and aroused.

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I have been intrigued by wetting for as long as I can remember. When I was about four or five years old, I was in the garden on my own one day, and decided to find out what it felt like. I let a small squirt into my shorts and it trickled down one leg, feeling cold  as the wind hit my wet leg. I liked the mischief of it but not the cold feeling. A year or so later I persuaded a little girl of the same age to try it, which she did. We only let out a little - not enough to do visible damage. When I was about 10 I persuaded a school mate to try it when we were playing in nearby woods. Again, it was just a squirt to allow a few drips to trickle from the legs of our shorts, but not enough to soak through. We did that together from time to time for a couple of years. We managed to get a couple of friends - they were brothers - to do it once. The older one let some out while sitting down, making a small wet circle near his crotch. The younger brother stood up and let the lot go all at once. He was wearing lined shorts, and it didn't soak through, it just cascaded out. Neither of them did it again, at least in my presence. 

For years after that I would do it privately from time to time, getting bolder and letting larger quantities out. But I had to be careful while living with my parents. After I left home I started doing it for fun when out in the countryside. I realised that if I wore black trousers I could get away with it. It was much later that I discovered that there were other guys into the same, and met one or two via phone/internet. More recently I found through conversation that that two of my long-term friends were interested in the idea, even though neither had tried it. I got them both to try it, and they both enjoyed it. One I still meet regularly and we make sure we leave the pub with full bladders so that we can both have accidents on the way home.

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It's a little hard to pick out a first time. I knew I liked being desperate or wet and liked seeing others in the same case after I became fascinated with my friend peeing his pants while we were in first grade. Frankly, I also peed my pants a lot growing up because I would be too busy playing to go and end up leaking in my jeans.

However, the first time may have been about a thing I did for a little while when I was about 6 where I'd go to the bathroom, pull down my pants, sit on the toilet and pee through my underwear and then go back out to play with soaked underwear. I didn't do that for very long though I don't think, just a few times. I also would intentionally (as opposed to nightly bedwetting) pee my underwear or pajamas in bed all through grade school somewhat regularly.

I also of course greatly enjoyed the semi-licit opportunities to pee myself. For example, peeing my shorts while playing in the sprinkler or while having a water fight. While these were enjoyable and conscious things they weren't really "intentional" in the real sense. They were primarily problem solving because I could wet without anyone being the wiser and without having to interrupt my fun and go in to just to go in and pee which I hated!

I think my first truly intentional wetting because I actually wanted to do it came when I was 10. I was still having occasional accidents from waiting too long even at this age and it certainly wasn't unusual for me to be desperate while engaged in some activity. However, I remember I actually decided I really wanted to pee my pants and would do it while playing on the computer. After playing a while I was quite desperate anyway and since I wanted to wet myself I just started slowly peeing my shorts and watching the wet spot grow fascinated by the way it looked and felt. I know I did this several times.

I eventually outgrew having accidents of course but by then I was totally hooked on peeing my pants and by the time I hit puberty it was a full blown omorashi fetish though I had no idea it was called that at the time!

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I can't remember the exact memory of me peeing on purpose, but I knew I was into desperation from about third grade. I'm pretty sure I started spurting enough into my underwear to have a damp spot around my penis and testicles in fourth or fifth grade. I know I liked the feeling (warm and cold), so I would do it on purpose and play like that.

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Hi everyone. 🙂

When I wet myself on purpose for the first time I wore plain swimming trunks.
I waited for my parents to do running errands and then I let it go in my trunks standing in the shower.

Well, the first few times it really took some effort to convince my body to let go, haha...
The first time felt nice, although I wasn't really relaxed due to the whole situation.
It also wasn't a sexual experience yet, this started about 3 years later when I came into puberty.

 

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13 hours ago, electronical said:

I can't remember the exact memory of me peeing on purpose, but I knew I was into desperation from about third grade. I'm pretty sure I started spurting enough into my underwear to have a damp spot around my penis and testicles in fourth or fifth grade. I know I liked the feeling (warm and cold), so I would do it on purpose and play like that.

I liked doing this as well.  Little spurts all day can keep me from going to the toilet even.

As for actual wetting, i was going home while it was raining in a bursting state. Like my friends, we didn't bring any umbrella. Soaking wet, I decided to just let go and piss myself completely. 

I didn't know if my friends noticed, but one of them said that if someone pissed themselves in a rain as heavy as that, no one would notice.

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I don’t exactly remember my first time, as most of my early wettings have all slid into one. What I do remember is that it was in my bathroom, in only grey sweatpants. IIRC this was 5th or 6th grade.

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