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This story is for Michael
Title: - Can't Hold It -- Part 1
URINATION. Now, there is a word that gets me all excited. Just think, if we were to add an "E", a space, and a second letter "N", we would have a country all to ourselves. By ourselves, I mean all of us who enjoy the feeling of piss on our bodies, on our clothes, and in our mouths. Our country would be known as Urine Nation.
If you haven't already guessed, I LOVE PISS!
Being somewhat of an exhibitionist, I have always dreamed of finding myself in a public place and pissing my pants in front of the strangers around me but I have never had the audacity to actually do it. This all changed recently.
Let me tell you about something that happened to me last month. It was Labour Day Weekend, and a few of us went out to celebrate the last days of summer and the beginning of another semester. We all met at one guy's apartment and downed a beer or two while stuffing ourselves with pizza and fries. Later, we started club hopping the places that we had been frequenting during the summer months. I was wearing my light blue, skinny Levi's with a button fly.
Around midnight, we decided that we had partied enough and started heading to our respective apartments and/or rooms. U figured, that I would walk home because I was feeling a little light-headed. About halfway home, with all the beer I had consumed, I needed to take a leak, but since I was in a residential area, there was nowhere I could relieve myself. As luck would have it, I ran into my roommate who had gone to see the movie Oppenheimer. We walked together and chatted about this and that, and gradually, the conversation turned to sex and pissing. The more we talked about peeing, the more I wanted to go badly. My roommate said that he had seen a homeless person close to the cinema who had urinated all over himself while asleep on the sidewalk. This got me excited because I had always wanted to try pissing while dressed, but I never had the nerve to do it, not even when alone in our apartment.
I asked my friend to stop talking about piss because I really needed to go badly and I was afraid something would happen and I would not be able to control myself, but secretly, I was hoping to see what his reaction would be if I started to wet my jeans in front of him. I don't know if he was doing it on purpose, but he continued to describe this homeless person and how he looked in his wet pants.
We were just passing a brightly lit department store window when I said, "Man, I can't hold it anymore". He looked back at me with excitement in his eyes and fixed on my crotch, waiting to see if it was true. I could feel the warm piss starting to spurt into my jeans and could feel it running down my pants leg, soaking the entire front of my jeans, down my thighs, and to just below the knees with the dark, wet material contrasting with the light blue of my jeans. I could see that my friend liked what he saw not only by the look on his face but also, by how his cock was pushing hard in the front of his pants.
While I was initially afraid of how he would react, I was greatly relieved (both ways) that I was able to piss myself in front of someone else and not be looked down on.
To be continued.
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