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    August 4th, 2009. 02:17 am

I was only 16!

I was only 16! This is not supposed to happen to people my age. It just does not happen. Guys my age just do not do that. I am dreaming. I know it. What can I do now?

These thoughts were running through my head as I realized what I had done. There was no turning back now. The damage was done. It was over with and I had done it now. How could I escape this one? I guess I should explain and start at the beginning.

It was an unusually warm Autumn evening. The rain had fallen softly, almost mist like for hours. Not enough to cancel the evenings events, but enough to make it damp. It was almost midnight and I was with him, that was all that mattered. Richard. Oh, how my heart ached for him. He was perfect in my eyes. His jeans fit him just perfect as his hot body stood before me that evening. In my mind, what a better evening this could have been. Little did I know, that it was about to get interesting.

Richard and I were great friends. He was way straight, and I was a closet case in love with my best friend. He was so good looking though. His body that evening in his tight jeans still haunt my memories. Oh, for him to hold me close and say and do the things that I had wished. How could I know that this evening would end like it did. I was with Richard, so did it all really matter? Or did it.

Richard and I were known for playing tricks on our parents. He was sleeping at my house and I at his, so we could spend the evening running around town and getting into whatever trouble we could. That night I was sleeping over at his home and he at mine. Our parents fell for it every time. We started the evening by chasing 2 beers down very quickly. For my young 16 year old body, that was a lot of beer. I was feeling quite buzzed and almost drunk, but I did not want him to know. I wanted to impress him, so I continued. I knew I should have gone to the bathroom, but I did not want to seem weak, so I held it. By the time the pain started, it had been hours and my beer and water drinking had taken control of my bladder.

Hours had passed since my first beer of the evening with Richard. I did not care for beer, but if Richard said for me to do it, I did out of infatuation of him. He was my best friend and the guy I wanted to be my first. He was so straight though and would never understand. So I did what he said to impress him. That was my weakness. By the time we got in line at the Haunted House I was in desperate need for a bathroom break. There was no bathroom to be seen though. It was mid October and very warm for that time of year. A light mist covered the late night air as we stood in line to be the next victims of the Halloween like festivities. I still remember the trees being ever so perfect in mid change from green to Autumn like colors with the slight crisp of winter being felt in the air to come. A wonderful time, but not for me. I was in pain. The beers I had drank along with the water I had to make the beer less active had not helped. I was getting desperate. I was now 40 to 50 people deep in line to a haunted house with the man that I called my best friend, but also wished privately that was my lover as well. How could I leave all of this to go stand in line for a bathroom break at a port-a-toilet? I could not. I must keep his attention. After all, this is our night of nights. My bladder can wait, I think.

We are now about 10 people from entering the Haunted House. My bladder at this time is past the point of pain and is starting to hurt and hurt bad. I keep getting waves of hurt and uncomfortableness. I am having a hard time not grabbing my penis and holding myself to keep from wetting my jeans. How did I get to this point in life? Oh, yes. Richard. How could I forget. I had it so bad for him. If he only knew. Now, my problem grew worse. I have to piss bad and I am about to enter a Haunted House where they are out to scare you. Not a good mix. Do I have time, NO. The next 13 people are asked to enter the house. Richard and I are among them. My bladder must wait, as the swelling of it is now causing pain to my other organs. I feel I am seconds from pissing my pants, but I continue on to a what can not be a good situation just for him anyway.

We walk inside. The group leads itself through. Richard and I stay back a bit and I want to grab him out of fear of the surroundings, but also out of desire, but I know I can't. I must keep control of my bladder and not pissing myself right here and now. One scare after another, I am not impressed. Just another fake horror house that is not much to impress with. That is what I thought as I saw the exit sign and I saw the light of the street lights against the mist of the Autumn evening. And that is when it happened.

I thought I was safe. I could see the exit and my safety zone. I had made it through the Haunted House without letting my exploding bladder go in the fear of the house. That is when it happened. A man of some quite big height came up from behind me without a sound and suddenly grabbed me by the throat and put his chain saw up against my swollen body of piss and turned it on. It tickled my skin, but that was not what mattered. In the instant he grabbed me and let his chain saw go into action, everyone in front of me turned around as I let out a scream. They, including Richard, watched as the mad man pretended to hack me up. It was at that moment of surprise that I totally could not hold any longer. Yes, I let go. They all turned around just in time to see my jeans grown ever darker with the wettness of my piss. Richard was watching in amazement as my jeans grew darker and darker in front of him. The relief was out of this world, but doing it in front of him. I was mortified. I just stood there pissing my pants, full on. They all saw it. It was all out now.

I had done it now. I had full on pissed my pants out of fear and holding too long in front of 12 other people and one of them being the guy that held my heart as my best friend and the guy that I wished would be my first sexual partner. I knew he was straight though, but that did not help my situation. I had just pissed my pants. I saw some people watch in amazement as I drained my liquids into my denim. He however seemed to watch in amazement. He then walked towards me, punched the stupid ass guy that grabbed me in the face, grabbed my hand and ran out pulling me and my wet jeans behind him. We made it to the car in seconds as he quickly pulled out and speed down the road. It was then that he spoke for the first time since I had relieved myself in my jeans. He asked if I was OK. I then told him yes, but I was very wet and very embarrassed. He then chuckled and said it would all be OK.

We spent the rest of the long evening talking and hanging out just he and I. My jeans were wet until way into the early morning of the new day. He never brought up my wet jeans or the fact that he had witnessed me peeing my pants. He was nice like that. We just talked about life, love, school, and so forth. He never once made a joke at my expense. It was then that I knew, that he was very aware of my love for him, but that he was not interested in being anything more than a friend. He had been so sensitive to my needs and was so understanding. It was a bonding experience beyond belief. It was then that I knew that he would always be a big part of my heart, but never more than a friend. It took me pissing my jeans in front of him to realize that, but that is life sometimes. I have not seen Richard since 1994. I still to this day wonder what became of him and his life. Had he remembered that night just as well as I had. Was he still the same guy? All I know is he loved me in a way that most friends would not. He took my pain and turned it into an adventure at 16 that I will never forget, wet pants and all.

    February 4th, 2009. 10:03 pm

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Hello there fellow pants pissers. I hope all are well and all are wet. I have decided to do something a little different here. I also post stories and stuff on experienceproject.com. I have decided to post some of my favorites on here for my livejournal buds to read. I hope you enjoy. I will also include some pics from a wetting I had this weekend. ENJOY.


OK, I must say, that I was a teenager when I found more joy into wetting my pants. I actually started as a child, but it did not take on full effect until I was a teen. I had been peeing in my pants since I was 6 years old. I had done it in public, school, at home, and more for a couple of years after that. Then I had to start hiding it and just having a rare accident so as not to get into to much trouble at home. I guess my first teen accident would have been in 7th grade. No one knew though. My class had gone to Dollywood, a nearby amusement

park, for a class trip. I had worn jeans that day because it was supposed to be cool with a temperature of about 65 degrees. Some friends of mine had wanted to go on the River Rampage ride. We all got soaking wet. My jeans were wet from front to back. It was then that a friend of mine made the comment that she always was tempted to pee in her pants when she got wet like that. That is when it hit me. I can pee in my pants and no one will ever know. I did have to pee. Not bad, but I did. So I went and sat down at a nearby bench while they went into one of the shops. I sat there and released all of my pee into my pants. It felt great to do that. At first I don't think people passing by could tell. It was not until a huge pour of pee started pouring out of the ass of my jeans that people started to notice. I just kept letting it go. AH. It felt so good. When the final release had happened, I noticed my friends starting to exit the shop. I stood up quickly as the rest of my pee ran down my legs. One of my friends laughed and made a comment about how soaked I was and that I left a huge puddle there were I was sitting. I turned around to see a huge puddle underneath the bench I was sitting at. I can't beleive they fell for it. I peed my pants several more times that day. The weird thing was my pants started to dry everywhere except my crotch. No one ever caught on. POL I guess some people just do not understand. Piss those pants people. )


I have always wanted to piss my pants, full on, in front of a complete stranger. I know some people have seen my pissed pants before, but I want to let it go and flood myself right in front of them. I hope to do that this summer. I have been talking to a fellow pants pisser and he and I are going to meet up this summer in a strange city and piss our pants. We are going to set up some public wettings that will rock. One that I hope to achieve is for he and I to go to a ballgame or concert. We will then go at halftime/intermission to the bathroom. There will be a huge long line. I will have to go really bad at that point. I am talking hurt bad. We will be standing there and I will look around at him and grab myself and tell him I have to go bad. I will be closing my legs together and telling him that I am about to piss my pants. He will laugh and tell me we are almost there. I will then tap on the guy in front of me, shoulder. I will ask him if I can get in front of him when we get closer because I am seconds from pissing in my pants. At that point, I look at him, and then back down at my crotch. I then release the pee full on. I close my legs together and grab my crotch as my piss soaks up my jeans. I look at the stranger and then my friend and say, "OH, SHIT, I am pissing in my pants!" Then several others look around as I stand there legs clasped together and pee pouring out my jeans and rushing down my legs and puddling on the floor. I just stand there with a look of embarrassment and shame on my face as I continue to flood my jeans with pee. NICE! I can not wait to do this. It has become a goal of mine. What a fun day that will be. A fun WET day for all to see. OOPS, I pissed my pants. ) Stay wet people!!


I have done it now! I have peed my pants while at school! What am I going to do. OK, that is what was racing through my mind after it happened. I was in 8th grade. I was 14 years old. A little to old to have and accident and wet your pants. I did though. I had been into peeing my pants since I was 6. I had not had an accident in school since I was in the 4th grade. That was the last time I had full on pissed in my pants. Yes, again a little to old to do that, but I did. I did it all on purpose. I did it because I wanted to. In 4th grade I was sitting in class and had to go real bad. I did not want to get up and I wanted to pee in my pants. So I let it go. I let it all go. No one noticed for about 45 min after that. Then I just told the teacher I wanted to wear the same wet jeans and not to worry about making me change. She did not understand why I wanted that, and made me call my Mom and change. Well, back to the 8th grade. It was after lunch. I had to pee really bad. I was sitting in class and I wanted to pee in my pants. I really did. I was nervous though. I did not know if I could do it or not. I was about to bust. I then decided I could not do it. So I asked to go to the bathroom. As I was walking down the hall, I felt my pee move up towards the head of my penis. I was seconds from peeing. Instead of trying to hold it, I stopped in my tracks, relaxed and started the flow. GOD, it felt so good to just let it go in my pants. I then started walking very slowly and letting out long spurts of pee. I was totally soaking my jeans. I looked behind me and saw a trail of pee pouring out the bottom of my jeans and onto the hallway floor. I was almost at the bathroom when I noticed a few classmates coming out the gym and looking at me. The had seen me walking down the hall peeing in my pants and leaving my pee trail. The had noticed the accomplished smile on my face. I was rather embarrassed and had no idea what to say. I just walked past them and right into the office. I told the secretary that I had held it too long and on the way to the bathroom I peed in my pants. She was shocked and gave me the strangest look. I did not care though. I had wanted to pee in my pants and I had done it. I had soaked my jeans with pee while at school and had been seen by others. What a feeling! What a rush! I had done it. I had pissed in my pants while at school. I had done it. That has become one my favorite memories of 8th grade. I am sure others will never forget that day either.


Last night I went to a haunted corn maze with some friends. I had wanted to have a very public accident for quite some time and I thought what a better place. Just go with a full bladder and have the piss scared out of you. So, we all went to the maze. When it was our time to go in, my bladder was quite full. I had to pee pretty bad. We start in. The first scare came not 30 feet into the corn maze. Not being prepared for it, I actually did pee just a little on accident. I laughed as we walked away, because I actually did have a little pee scared out of me into my pants. So now I was preparing to let it all go. We walked on in the darkness. We had several more scares. None that were as great as I hoped. Then it happened. This creature popped out of the corn quietly. He snuck up behind us and as he turned on a tazzer to make that pop noise he grabbed a couple of us. I was one that he grabbed. I jumped out of my skin. I then just let it go. Full force! As I jumped away from him, I grabbed my crotch. I was totally filling my jeans with warm piss. I could feel it soaking through my jeans and running down my legs. My friends all looked around at me as I stood there holding myself soaking my jeans. They asked if I was OK, and I told them no (even though I was ok and loving it). I looked up and said I just peed in my pants. They all kinda looked at me and then giggled a bit. I took my hands away from my crotch and just stood there for a second. They all said, it's no big deal. We continued on our walk through the maze. I would let a little out here and there as we continued our haunted tour. At the end we came out and were greeted by a man that was boarding us back on the hayride for the start. I was then back in the lights and my wet jeans were really shining. He looked at me and asked if I had peed my pants. I told him yes and kinda laughed. He then told me I was the 7th person to pee their pants that night. He said that 4 women and 3 men, including me had peed their pants in the maze. I was really turned on by this. I was thinking, damn he must have a great job seeing 7+ pants wettings a night. That would be HOT! So as we exited the hay ride back at the start of the maze where everyone is gathered I get off and walk back into the crowd. People are pointing and looking at me. I see several of them looking and giggling. I just basked in my glory of wet jeans. I had done it. I had a public accident that was being witnessed by almost a hundred or so people. It was so great. Such a turn on! I had peed in my pants while with some friends and it had been seen by a lot of people. So if you want to have a public and fun accident, go to a haunted house, forest, corn maze, or whatever they have in your area. Go get the piss scared out of you and into your pants.

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