Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2007 15:46:12 -0500
From: BPR
Subject: Lifetime of Pissing Myself (part two)

>From Part One:

That began my true sexual interest in piss. I began pissing on myself
and jerking off in my piss whenever I thought I'd be alone long enough
to piss myself, jerkoff, and get my wet clothes and sheets in the
washer so no one would find out. Unfortunately, when you have a secret
like this, no matter how careful you are, you eventually get found
out.

		   Lifetime of Pissing Myself (part two)

I was sixteen years old when I was home alone. I got the urge to piss
and masturbate again. So, I laid in the bed on my back with only my
underwear on. I laid back and relaxed as the urge to piss got
stronger. I waited till I couldn't hold back any longer. First a
squirt of piss that made a small spot near the band of my underwear.
Then a second squirt and the piss spot grew bigger. Then, finally, the
piss began flowing quite rapidly, like I had turned on a faucet. The
piss flowed around my waist, and to the bed beneath me. It flowed down
my cock and between my legs soaking my ass and the bed. The piss was
soon gushing. It was springing through my underwear and out creating a
water fountain effect. It was now spraying up ward on my stomach. The
sheet benath me was getting soaked with a big round circle of piss all
over . I closed my eyes and just let the piss flow.

Then, I heard the door swing open. I was caught. It was my friend Greg
standing there in disbelief.

"What the fuck is going on?"

I hurried to cover myself up, I tried to hide my wet undies and cover
up the big piss spot on my sheets.

"Dude, your masturbating," said Greg with a wicked chuckle.

"Umm, oh, G-Greg," I stuttered, "It--its," I continued to studder
hoping he wouldn't notice that I was pissing myself. Finally, I was so
embarrassed that I just let out with anger. "Man! Don't you fucking
knock."

He just laughed. And then it got worse. He noticed what I was really
trying to cover up.

"Dude, did you wet the bed?"

"I-uh-I- it's-it's not what it looks like ---"

"Let me see that!" Greg exclaimed as he reached for the sheet I was
trying to surreptiously remove from my bed. He snatched up the sheet
knocking my body off the bed. He sniffed them.

"Dude, that's gross, you pissed the bed. Dude, your sixteen!"

"N-no you don't understand," I stammered.

"Don't understand what, dude, you wet yourself and the bed and now you
are masturbating in it." He bagan to cackle.

Oh, god, what did I do? I asked myself. Now, I went and got caught.
What were the consequences?

I sat on the floor, trying to hide myself, but only managed to cover
my face as greg kept laughing and grinning. Finally, I broke and began
to cry. I was soooooooo humiliated.

Greg heard me cry than restrained his laughter.

"Dude, I don't care. You're into freaky shit, whatever. Man that's
really freaky." I hung my head further in shame at his comments.

"Why don't you just leave me alone?!?!?" I yelled.

Greg turned to walk away. But about as he left my room and headed
towards the front door, he turned back. He came back into my room
where I was now trying to cover up my deed and hoping that Greg
wouldn't tell anybody.

"Bobby," Greg called out to me.


I wouldn't even look at him. I just asked in a very solemn tone, "what?"

"Dude, I actually think this freaky shit is kinda hot."

"What???" I asked in a shocked tone. I was almost disgusted at him for
saying such a thing. Shame brings out hypocrisy. My shame in myself
was projected to shame in him for saying such a thing.

"Dude, you obviously like this, maybe I can help you out."

The idea clearly excited me, but I refused to let it show. I wanted to
act like I didn't really like this. I wanted to act like Greg didn't
know what he was talking about. So, I played like denial.

"You don't know what you're talking about just get out!"

Greg wasn't going to let me get away with it.

"You're going to pretend like you don't like getting freaky?"

"No! I don't like getting freaky! You don't know what you are talking
about!" I was really trying.

"Bobby, c'mon, your laying in your won piss and masturbating. That
means that you either pissed yourself on purpose because you like
jacking off in puddles of piss or it means that you were napping and
had a bed wetting accident at sixteen and when you woke up something
about it turned you on. Either way you love freaky shit. But if your
still having wetting accidents at sixteen then you have problem.
Either way you need my help."

I was stubborn and refused to give in. "Bullshit!" I exclaimed.

"Okay, then what's your explanation for this?" Greg asked.

I just hung my head feeling defeated hoping that I could figure out
just the right words that would get me out of this. I didn't answer.

Greg decided that he wasn't taking anymore of my denial game. He
grabbed me by the arm and pushed me back on the bed.

I tried to protest. "Wha-wha-what are you doing?"

"What I tell you!"

"I don't have to do what you tell me! I'm sixteen!"

"Yes you do. On two counts. One you don't want me to reveal your
freaky behavior to anyone, and I will tell if you don't behave, and
two because you are a sixteen year old who has wetting accidents and
that makes you more like a three year old."


I was about to protest again when he covered my mouth. He unzipped his
zipper and pulled his pants down a bit and pulled out his cock.

"Now a three year old who has wetting accidents needs a spanking. But
for a sixteen year old with this condition you need different
treatment." He said matter of factly. I wanted to protest but knew he
had me subdued. I just nodded my head reluctantly.

He pinned me to the bed with his knees and put his cock in my face.

"No please don't," I murmurred in a feeble protest.

"I think you have to learn that bed wetting and piss is bad, Bobby"
So, your not going to get piss just where you want it. Your getting it
in your face!" I opened my mouth to protest and that's when he let his
stream out all over my face and in my mouth and up my nostrils. I
squinted my face and shut my mouth like I wasn't enjoying this. But
Greg proved otherwise. He reached back and grabbed my cock.

"Your getting hard, you must really like this."

I couldn't deny it so I just laid there silenty. He stood up over me
and quit pissing. He grinned down at me.

"You are a freak, do you like being a freak?" he asked

I lied with a head shake.

"Well, then I'm going to have to teach you lessons about not being a
freak. I'm going to empty my bladder and all over you while you jerk
off." He said and grinned.

He began pissing on my chest and abs and over my cock.

"Jerk off!" he commanded.

I did as told as he continued to soak me.

After I shot a huge load all over myself, Greg jerked off all over me
adding to the mess. He pulled his pants up and grinned at me and
headed towards the door.

"Clean this mess up Bobby. After you do that I will come back
routinely to teach you this lesson. Your going to learn to hate piss
by time I am done. He turned back one last time before he left and
gave a wink.

I sat there in stunned silence.

I was excited for my next lesson, but I told myself that I wasn't.


(to be continued)