P.P. King 94 Posted March 28, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted March 28, 2022 (edited) I've been into this ever since I can remember. I have vague recollections from my kindergarten years where a kid who was in my class wet himself and I was very interested in it. When I was in elementary school a saw the aftermath of many wetting and I remember being very fascinated with them. I also discovered masturbation very early on: whenever I had to pee, I would play around with myself and it felt really good. I would often lay down on floor, face down, hands in my pants and just enjoy the feeling that a full bladder mixed with genital manipulation gave me. Of course I was totally oblivious to what I was doing. I had a hunch it was something dirty, something "not ok", and never discussed the subject with any adult. I think that might be what cemented the connection between urine and sexuality for me. But it still doesn't explain why I'm specifically into wetting and not just pee. I also remember that were some times when I was interested in both boys and girls wetting their pants, but boys soon took over as the main focus of my interest. I had my own share of wetting accidents as a kid, but nothing out of the ordinary. I was never known as the pee pee pants kid. But I remember I was already fantasizing about my own accidents not too long after they'd happened. When I grew up and entered middle school I started exploring my sexuality and that's when I realized I was something different from the other guys in my class. They were talking about girls and how hot they were, boobs, vaginas, I-fuck-your-mom jokes and all of that middle school silliness, exploring their own developing heterosexuality. I felt lost because I knew girls didn't interest me, but I felt even more lost because I had this deep secret I couldn't tell. I liked boys wetting themselves. That's the only thing I was sure of. But I still didn't know it was a sexual thing. On top of that, I was a pretty regular kid with regular kid interests and hobbies, I liked cars and videogames, didn't talk with a lisp and my wrists weren't limp, so it never dawned on me that I was gay. Even though I was suddenly falling in love with half of my male classmates lol. I know it sounds silly, but that's how stereotypes work in the mind of a middle schooler from 2009 who never knew gay guys could be anything other than trash-tv queens and men who dressed up as women. [I hope my words don't offend anyone. This is just to show how I felt about it back in the day, in the deep recesses of the closet. I love every gay guy no matter how masculine or feminine he is, limp-wristed or not lol. Now back to the story!] I spent the whole prima media year [6th grade] fantasizing about boys wetting their pants in every possible way. I had an old dumb phone that I would use to record tracks of myself becoming vocally desperate and wetting myself in front of the boys I liked. Sometimes it would be the opposite, creating scenarios where the boys I liked would pee their pants and I would react to that. I had an English textbook with little introductory scenes for each lesson unit that had pictures of boys that I found really attractive. Well... I would take a pencil and draw a piss pattern on their pants. Sometimes I would even add a comment from their point of view like "Oh no I pissed myself!" or "oh shit I hope nobody founds out I peed my pants!" Inside a little comic bubble. Lol This until 2010 rolls around. I'm in seconda media [7th grade] and my dad finally decides to have a Wi Fi connection installed in our house. Prior to that, I had no way of accessing the internet. I'm excited but I'm also a bit scared. I didn't know what this secret of mine was about. For all I knew, it might have been a mental illness and I the only person suffering from it in the world. So one day I decide to google something along the lines of "I love pissing my pants" after a similar search in Italian had yielded poor results. And that's how I came across Mikisit's Tumblr page. I couldn't believe my eyes. A treasure trove full of pictures and videos of guys wetting their pants. My hormones were going crazy. But more importantly, Mikisit's Tumblr page made me realize what my secret really was: a sexual fetish. A kink. And I WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT HAD IT! This was a big relief for me, but at the same time it instilled a big fear into me: does this actually mean that... I'm gay? I had my dark moments where I tried to abstain from the fetish in the hopes that it would go away. This would always end in catastrophic failure, since my abstinence only made the inevitable relapse ever so sweeter. At the same time I would try to watch "straight and normal" porn, masturbate to "straight and normal" porn, fantasize about girls... and I reckon I could have fallen asleep faster than getting even mildly aroused. "Straight and normal" porn was the most boring and uninspiring thing there was for me. But then there were also times when the fear of being gay subsided for a while, and that's when I got the courage to wet myself on purpose for the first time. I remember I put on an old pair of briefs I had laying around in my closet, and with a full bladder I hopped inside the shower and... nothing would come out. My brain was stopping me from wetting myself. I'd tried wetting my briefs with water a couple of days before, and it was very exciting. Now i was more excited than ever, but I just couldn't let go. I had to concentrate... And concentrate... And concentrate... When it finally happened. I let it go. I wet myself. I was more excited than I'd ever been. The whole experience just felt ecstatic. How could something this weird, this unusual, this frowned upon feel so damn good? I felt like new doors of perception had been opened to me. As time went by, I became more and more familiar with what the internet had to offer in terms of male omorashi. Mikisit's Tumblr blog and the rest of Tumblr's goodness, the great stories on Experience Project, Yahoo Answers and, of course, Omorashi.org . The good old wetting videos on YouTube and Vimeo. Anything I could lay my hands (or rather, my clicks) on. The years went on and in terza superiore (10th grade) I feel deeply in love with a guy in my class. Another one in the great series of my teenage years' unrequited loves. We had a fight and when our friendship died down it made me feel so sad that I remember crying hidden in my room. This event led me to an epiphany. As if by magic, I suddenly realized I was gay. Now the world made sense. That special interest that I'd had for boys, that was because I was gay. The funny feeling in my tummy when I was with him, that was being in love. And me liking guys wetting themselves... That was also because I was gay. Once I figured it out, I accepted it right away. I'm gay and that's fine. But I still had a problem. I still hadn't fully accepted my fetish. It felt weird that i was able to come out to people, to tell them I was gay, but still had trouble accepting omorashi. The thing is, omorashi is not a secondary thing for me. It is the primary force of my sexuality. It is what really gets my motor going. There is nothing in the world of sex that excites me as much as omorashi does. How could I find my way in the dating world when all my potential partners wanted dick picks, ass picks and talked about anal penetration and being a top or a bottom, when deep inside I wanted to tell them "actually I don't really care about penetrating you or you penetrating me but I would sure love if you could piss your pants for me"? This is a crucial question and it's what stopped me from finding a sexual partner many times. Over the years I finally accepted who I was fully, including my omorashi side. I got more and more brave with my wetting exploits, which I will tell you about in detail in the future. But getting an omorashi partner is always hard. I tried mentioning wetting to people and was ghosted many times. There seem to be fetishes like BDSM, masochism, and foot play that are well known and less taboo to talk about, but omorashi is not. With perseverance I managed to find somebody who would try omorashi for me, and it was a very nice experience. I also got to know a few people who share my passion for wetting, and that was very nice too. But many steps have yet to be made for our community. I want to end this post saying that if you ever feel like your wetting fetish is wrong, don't worry. It's not. You are what you are. It's nobody's choice, nor fault. Wetting your pants feels good and hurts no one! Plus it's also pretty tame and soft-core compared to many other fetishes, so there really is no reason to feel ashamed and to live in denial. As always, feel free to comment, share your thoughts and ideas etc. I really love reading from you and interacting with you. I really hope you enjoyed this read and found it worthwhile. Edited March 28, 2022 by P.P. King Misspellings (see edit history) CaPeeRice98, BENAir01, james07s and 10 others 8 1 1 3 Quote Link to comment
skirtandtights 124 Posted March 28, 2022 Share Posted March 28, 2022 First of all- I really enjoy reading your posts. Your writing is beautiful and compelling and I always enjoy reading the stories you have to tell. Secondly, this resonates with my experiences as a bisexual woman. I was raised very religious so I had a large disconnect between my sense of self and my burgeoning sexual and romantic feelings as an adolescent, and it took me a long time to figure some things out. In high school there was a girl I was always arguing with and I couldn't figure out why I felt so passionately about her. I was obsessed, to the point of dreaming about her frequently. Whenever she was around my face would get red and hot and I wanted to talk to her so badly but I didn't know why, so I would pick fights with her instead. One day I dreamed that she kissed me, and everything clicked. Making that realization that I am bi also made a lot of my very intense childhood/adolescent friendships with other girls make a lot more sense in retrospect. I also feel that this particular kink was integral to my early sexual being. I had been so conditioned by my religious upbringing that I couldn't even identify early feelings of sexual arousal. As a very young teenager I felt a pressure that felt good, that felt like I needed to pee, so I thought that's what it was. I think somewhere deep in my subconscious, my primal self knew that I was seeking the build of sexual pleasure and then the release of orgasm, but I had repressed that part of me very deeply. But I did know that I wanted the thing I was feeling to build and then release. I connected these dots the only way I knew how- letting the feeling "build" by holding my pee until I couldn't stand it anymore, and then "releasing" (always in the toilet. Wetting did not occur to me until much later.) I'm sure you are not particularly interested in female anatomy, but even as an adult woman the two feelings (the need to pee and sexual pleasure) are inextricably linked, just because of the way my anatomy is arranged. Penetration (especially fingering) from certain angles presses against my urethra (I think) and as the feeling of sexual pleasure builds so does the feeling of needing to pee. Although, this is not something I ever expect to share with a partner. I fantasize about it from time to time, in the same way that I fantasize about a lot of things that I wouldn't enjoy as much in practice. Though it was integral to my early sexual being, it is much less important now that I have a better understanding of myself and my sexuality. I think that having a piss kink (on some level) is more common than a lot of people realize or are willing to admit. Urine isn't sterile (as so many people believe), but neither are sexual fluids, and it's not likely to make you sick to get some of it in your mouth or another orifice (the way that feces will). Honestly, it seems pretty natural and pretty sexual to share bodily fluids with a lover. You're already swapping spit and swallowing each other's ejaculate, what's one more fluid added to the mix? However, I don't think it's going to be accepted in the mainstream the way BDSM has become accepted in the mainstream. In some ways our society has been primed for BDSM (at least the way that it's portrayed in media like 50 shades) which mostly involves a man dominating a woman. This is a traditional heterosexual relationship dynamic, just a bit more extreme. The idea of a man restraining a woman to use her body for sex has been around for thousands of years. On the other hand, we have been so conditioned to think of pee as something gross and bad that has no place in the bedroom. Even if someone feels on a primal level that it might be hot, there is still so much conditioning that it is bad and wrong. That conditioning starts when i child is 2ish years old. It's hard to undo. In recent years it seems like it's been joked about more openly, but the root of the joke is usually that the person with the piss kink is weird/perverted. I definitely think it's way more tame than a LOT of BDSM practices. But society at large is going to be more willing to accept "man dominates woman" than "peeing your pants can be sexually arousing." Anyway, this was a great write up as always. Thank you for sharing your experiences. P.P. King, waterrat, Tellnoone and 1 other 3 1 Quote Link to comment
P.P. King 94 Posted March 28, 2022 Author Share Posted March 28, 2022 6 hours ago, skirtandtights said: First of all- I really enjoy reading your posts. Your writing is beautiful and compelling and I always enjoy reading the stories you have to tell. Secondly, this resonates with my experiences as a bisexual woman. I was raised very religious so I had a large disconnect between my sense of self and my burgeoning sexual and romantic feelings as an adolescent, and it took me a long time to figure some things out. In high school there was a girl I was always arguing with and I couldn't figure out why I felt so passionately about her. I was obsessed, to the point of dreaming about her frequently. Whenever she was around my face would get red and hot and I wanted to talk to her so badly but I didn't know why, so I would pick fights with her instead. One day I dreamed that she kissed me, and everything clicked. Making that realization that I am bi also made a lot of my very intense childhood/adolescent friendships with other girls make a lot more sense in retrospect. I also feel that this particular kink was integral to my early sexual being. I had been so conditioned by my religious upbringing that I couldn't even identify early feelings of sexual arousal. As a very young teenager I felt a pressure that felt good, that felt like I needed to pee, so I thought that's what it was. I think somewhere deep in my subconscious, my primal self knew that I was seeking the build of sexual pleasure and then the release of orgasm, but I had repressed that part of me very deeply. But I did know that I wanted the thing I was feeling to build and then release. I connected these dots the only way I knew how- letting the feeling "build" by holding my pee until I couldn't stand it anymore, and then "releasing" (always in the toilet. Wetting did not occur to me until much later.) I'm sure you are not particularly interested in female anatomy, but even as an adult woman the two feelings (the need to pee and sexual pleasure) are inextricably linked, just because of the way my anatomy is arranged. Penetration (especially fingering) from certain angles presses against my urethra (I think) and as the feeling of sexual pleasure builds so does the feeling of needing to pee. Although, this is not something I ever expect to share with a partner. I fantasize about it from time to time, in the same way that I fantasize about a lot of things that I wouldn't enjoy as much in practice. Though it was integral to my early sexual being, it is much less important now that I have a better understanding of myself and my sexuality. I think that having a piss kink (on some level) is more common than a lot of people realize or are willing to admit. Urine isn't sterile (as so many people believe), but neither are sexual fluids, and it's not likely to make you sick to get some of it in your mouth or another orifice (the way that feces will). Honestly, it seems pretty natural and pretty sexual to share bodily fluids with a lover. You're already swapping spit and swallowing each other's ejaculate, what's one more fluid added to the mix? However, I don't think it's going to be accepted in the mainstream the way BDSM has become accepted in the mainstream. In some ways our society has been primed for BDSM (at least the way that it's portrayed in media like 50 shades) which mostly involves a man dominating a woman. This is a traditional heterosexual relationship dynamic, just a bit more extreme. The idea of a man restraining a woman to use her body for sex has been around for thousands of years. On the other hand, we have been so conditioned to think of pee as something gross and bad that has no place in the bedroom. Even if someone feels on a primal level that it might be hot, there is still so much conditioning that it is bad and wrong. That conditioning starts when i child is 2ish years old. It's hard to undo. In recent years it seems like it's been joked about more openly, but the root of the joke is usually that the person with the piss kink is weird/perverted. I definitely think it's way more tame than a LOT of BDSM practices. But society at large is going to be more willing to accept "man dominates woman" than "peeing your pants can be sexually arousing." Anyway, this was a great write up as always. Thank you for sharing your experiences. Thank you! Yes, I agree BDSM fits our society in a way that peeing yourself does not. I don't think we'll ever see omorashi get as popular as BDSM got in the recent years, however I do feel like we are slowly growing thanks to the exposure that the internet grants us. Sometimes it takes the right incentive at the right time to get non-wetters to give it a try. I'm thinking of last year's TikTok Pee your Pants challenge. Something as simple as that was enough to convince many young people to wet their pants in front of a camera for the whole world to see. And to experience what omorashi feels like it's not even necessary to broadcast your actions on the internet... 🙂 Quote Link to comment
wetaccident 185 Posted April 2, 2022 Share Posted April 2, 2022 I really enjoyed reading this. There's definitely some strong commonalities with my own experiences as a kid and teenager that really struck a chord. Thank you for sharing! P.P. King 1 Quote Link to comment
Tellnoone 2,400 Posted April 3, 2022 Share Posted April 3, 2022 Thanks for sharing. I´ve been thinking about writing this reply for several days now. It´s always great to hear other peoples stories of identity and self acceptance, and yours is very well written. And here comes mine. 🙂 I have also had a strong fascination for wetting since I was a small kid. While growing up I encouraged my friends to wet their pants a few times, but for some reason never dared to do it myself, and I didn´t have accidents. I was just always very observant whenever I saw or heard anything relating to it, and it made me excited in a way I didn´t understand. I had a pretty easy time fitting in to the heterosexual norms since I (as a girl) fell in love with boys, but I wasn´t interested in sex as a teen. Didn´t even masturbate. But when I started having sex in my early 20:s I learned to like it. Sometimes I wonder if my sex-drive would have sparked earlier if I had been experimenting more with omo. Even if I liked sex I soon noticed I was most aroused while fantasizing about wetting scenarios. The problem was, I couldn´t really enjoy my fetish because I was too ashamed. Mostly I just denied it even to myself, but it didn´t go away of course. First time wetting myself was exactly like it was for you- very hard to let go, and then finally when it happened so intense – but afterwards, I was overwhelmed by the shame. “This is sick, I can´t be doing this.” Of course I did my google and youtube searches sometimes but even that was combined with too much shame so I didn´t engage in it very often. I didn´t see myself as a fetishist then. I think it was a little bit like you describe it with not being able to place yourself among your stereotypes of how a gay person should be like. A fetishist was someone creepy and crazy, someone to either make fun of or be scared of. That was how they were depicted in media. Who would want to be that person? When I later found out there were others who were into wetting it wasn´t a relief either, because the only omorashi fetishists I saw were men who liked watching porn where women humiliate themselves, and discussed “female desperation” from an angle I wasn´t comfortable with. I couldn´t see myself in one of those men, and I wouldn´t want to be one of those objectified women either. So I kept my fantasies to myself. I used the fantasies to reach climax even when I was with a partner but always with a sense of guilt. I can´t deny that I had some great sex sometimes, bet usually after the first hot sparks with a new love it became kind of lame, and I started to prefer just masturbating on my own. And, I thought this was just fine. I didn´t think it could be in another way. The process that made this eventually change for me was slow, but it eventually happened. I started to accept my kink a little more. I realised a lot of people have kinks, and it´s not the end of the world. It started to frustrate me that I felt so inhibited and insecure around sex. If someone asked me what I liked in bed I was just anxious about it. As if I didn´t know what turned me on. Less than two years ago I came to a point when I felt like I had a choice, and it had to be made. I could choose to embrace this part of me. That´s when I created an account on here, and that´s when the shame got flushed down the drain faster than the pee rushed into my pants. It was amazing. I could finally enjoy my fetish for real, experience it´s full potential and pleasure. I also felt like I didn´t have to hide, and even if nobody around knew about all of this it made me so much more confident in myself, even in other aspects of my life. That I had the luck to so soon after I was ready to open up about my fetish to a partner, find someone who came to fully accept and love this part of who I was, has also helped me a lot of course. That we don´t share the same kinks from the beginning seem to make everything richer for us both. I´m not bitter that I didn´t start embracing this very significant part of my sexuality before. I´m just so happy that I do now, and I wish for everyone to experience the same, without shame and guilt. I often hear (also among kinksters) that fetishists shouldn´t come out. That there´s no need to. That it´s just rude to compare being a fetishist to being gay or trans. Nobody wants to know about it so we should just keep hiding. I agree that it´s not the same as being gay or trans, but I still think we should be allowed and encouraged to come out in the way we´re comfortable with, and the way we feel like we need to, depending on how important the fetish is in our lives and in our sexual orientation. I don´t mean writing on facebook that you like peeing your pants. You don´t have to go into details. I I have for example told some of my friends that I´ve been through an overwhelming process lately, starting to identify myself as a fetishist. I´m answering their questions, telling them what it means to me, without at all telling them what kind of fetish I actually have. That´s one way of doing it. I don´t think the key is to make pee fetishes more mainstream, more accepted. In the best of worlds, all kinds of fetishists should work together to raise people´s awareness and acceptance for fetishes in general, and to support others to get rid of the shame. But it´s hard for us fetishists to unite, because we tend to be stuck in our own little subgroups saying “at least we´re not as extreme/nasty/weird as those who get off on (…). “ I don´t know yet how far my own coming out process will go, but if I can do anything to make life easier for other fetishists, it´s so worth it. pftish, waterrat, KarenWets and 2 others 3 2 Quote Link to comment
P.P. King 94 Posted April 3, 2022 Author Share Posted April 3, 2022 18 minutes ago, Tellnoone said: Thanks for sharing. I´ve been thinking about writing this reply for several days now. It´s always great to hear other peoples stories of identity and self acceptance, and yours is very well written. And here comes mine. 🙂 I have also had a strong fascination for wetting since I was a small kid. While growing up I encouraged my friends to wet their pants a few times, but for some reason never dared to do it myself, and I didn´t have accidents. I was just always very observant whenever I saw or heard anything relating to it, and it made me excited in a way I didn´t understand. I had a pretty easy time fitting in to the heterosexual norms since I (as a girl) fell in love with boys, but I wasn´t interested in sex as a teen. Didn´t even masturbate. But when I started having sex in my early 20:s I learned to like it. Sometimes I wonder if my sex-drive would have sparked earlier if I had been experimenting more with omo. Even if I liked sex I soon noticed I was most aroused while fantasizing about wetting scenarios. The problem was, I couldn´t really enjoy my fetish because I was too ashamed. Mostly I just denied it even to myself, but it didn´t go away of course. First time wetting myself was exactly like it was for you- very hard to let go, and then finally when it happened so intense – but afterwards, I was overwhelmed by the shame. “This is sick, I can´t be doing this.” Of course I did my google and youtube searches sometimes but even that was combined with too much shame so I didn´t engage in it very often. I didn´t see myself as a fetishist then. I think it was a little bit like you describe it with not being able to place yourself among your stereotypes of how a gay person should be like. A fetishist was someone creepy and crazy, someone to either make fun of or be scared of. That was how they were depicted in media. Who would want to be that person? When I later found out there were others who were into wetting it wasn´t a relief either, because the only omorashi fetishists I saw were men who liked watching porn where women humiliate themselves, and discussed “female desperation” from an angle I wasn´t comfortable with. I couldn´t see myself in one of those men, and I wouldn´t want to be one of those objectified women either. So I kept my fantasies to myself. I used the fantasies to reach climax even when I was with a partner but always with a sense of guilt. I can´t deny that I had some great sex sometimes, bet usually after the first hot sparks with a new love it became kind of lame, and I started to prefer just masturbating on my own. And, I thought this was just fine. I didn´t think it could be in another way. The process that made this eventually change for me was slow, but it eventually happened. I started to accept my kink a little more. I realised a lot of people have kinks, and it´s not the end of the world. It started to frustrate me that I felt so inhibited and insecure around sex. If someone asked me what I liked in bed I was just anxious about it. As if I didn´t know what turned me on. Less than two years ago I came to a point when I felt like I had a choice, and it had to be made. I could choose to embrace this part of me. That´s when I created an account on here, and that´s when the shame got flushed down the drain faster than the pee rushed into my pants. It was amazing. I could finally enjoy my fetish for real, experience it´s full potential and pleasure. I also felt like I didn´t have to hide, and even if nobody around knew about all of this it made me so much more confident in myself, even in other aspects of my life. That I had the luck to so soon after I was ready to open up about my fetish to a partner, find someone who came to fully accept and love this part of who I was, has also helped me a lot of course. That we don´t share the same kinks from the beginning seem to make everything richer for us both. I´m not bitter that I didn´t start embracing this very significant part of my sexuality before. I´m just so happy that I do now, and I wish for everyone to experience the same, without shame and guilt. I often hear (also among kinksters) that fetishists shouldn´t come out. That there´s no need to. That it´s just rude to compare being a fetishist to being gay or trans. Nobody wants to know about it so we should just keep hiding. I agree that it´s not the same as being gay or trans, but I still think we should be allowed and encouraged to come out in the way we´re comfortable with, and the way we feel like we need to, depending on how important the fetish is in our lives and in our sexual orientation. I don´t mean writing on facebook that you like peeing your pants. You don´t have to go into details. I I have for example told some of my friends that I´ve been through an overwhelming process lately, starting to identify myself as a fetishist. I´m answering their questions, telling them what it means to me, without at all telling them what kind of fetish I actually have. That´s one way of doing it. I don´t think the key is to make pee fetishes more mainstream, more accepted. In the best of worlds, all kinds of fetishists should work together to raise people´s awareness and acceptance for fetishes in general, and to support others to get rid of the shame. But it´s hard for us fetishists to unite, because we tend to be stuck in our own little subgroups saying “at least we´re not as extreme/nasty/weird as those who get off on (…). “ I don´t know yet how far my own coming out process will go, but if I can do anything to make life easier for other fetishists, it´s so worth it. Thank you for sharing you thoughts! I absolutely agree having a fetish is nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, just because we didn't choose to have it. Just like we don't choose being gay or straight. I do think though that if our fetish became a little more popular, more people would indulge in it without shame. I myself, when I was growing up, I would've had an easier time coming to terms with something that was more mainstream than Omorashi. sw4l1 and Tellnoone 2 Quote Link to comment
David_E 116 Posted April 4, 2022 Share Posted April 4, 2022 (edited) Wow - thanks for taking the time to write all this. My upbringing was religious, but not as extreme as yours. I do remember fantasising about wetting from an early age, and back then I don't think girls featured much at all in my mind - even though I grew up to be completely straight (plus OMO). I found some old clothes that I would wet in without any way to wash them out! The result was that they soon smelled strongly of pee - and I have loved that smell ever since! Sometimes I fantasise about what it would have been like to meet a girl who wet herself enough to smell of pee. I'd be the only guy to want her, and......... I think I realised pretty soon, that there were things that weren't bad, but that it was best to keep quiet about! Edited April 4, 2022 by David_E (see edit history) P.P. King 1 Quote Link to comment
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