Someone asked me how I get away with pissing myself so much, at home, in public and at school. It's simple, I'm always wet starting with my undies. People seem to accept what they are used to seeing. People at home, at parties and BBQs and in school and in public expect me to be wet. Not soaking just a bit wet here and there.

You get used to pissing where and when you want. It just feels so hot when you feel the piss on the move and also feels so epic when people notice your wet. Here are a few things I've noticed or found out since I was 10. Women like pissing more than men or boys. How do I know? Mom had NetNanny on my computer but I figured out how to start my computer in DOS mode. (C:\ Prompt) I looked through gay pissing sites and by and large, there are more female sites, both straight and gay, than male. Also, both gay and straight men or boys like pissing at the same per cent which triples your odds of success in being wet in public without being bothered. People who are put off by you pissing usually just ignore you. I've noticed that in public, and when I'm pissing myself at a urinal. If I have a gay encounter I don't jump on the piss thing. I will usually let a bit of piss into my pants while making out. If the guy doesn't avoid the wet spot, I will let more out. Once a guy is in the mood and passion for a blow job, or handjob or even getting fucked or getting a chance to fuck, he won't let wetness stop him. If a guy touches my wet spot I'll let more and more until my wet spot makes him wet. Once horny they love a wet warm spot to entertain their cock. Even straight people will go for the wet spot once they have committed to any sexual event. I still have several straight guys who like to piss. One kid is a perfect example, he plays in a symphony and is a music major. We had sex a few times with no piss, the situation didn't allow for it but once I ran into him in a house that was for rent. When we made out I wanted to piss myself but he was always so prim and proper so I didn't know if he would go for it. When we made out I started to piss bits at a time. After I let the very first wet spot form I found a reason to stand up so the guy can see I plainly pissed. I want him to notice and have a chance to back off. I watch for his reaction. He didn't react so while we were making out I was on top and I pissed until I thought there was enough to wet a part of his pants. This exploring is so exciting and makes me so horny. He didn't stop or make any adjustments so I let more go. I got up on my knees and I saw he was quite wet and he could obviously see I was very wet. He let me continue until we were both soaking. Here's the thing. He didn't piss. We had a great event, we both got our rocks off and hung out till we were dry. Lucky for me my piss doesn't smell as this guy seemed very fussy. Several months later I ran into him, I thought he would not want another encounter as he didn't piss in our last one. But I was wrong, he moved in faster than I did and we had a great time at the party and on the subway home he let me piss on him. We were both very horny and had some weed at the party. When we got off the subway we took the second less used exit and made out on the first landing. I pissed myself against him as we made out so now we were both wet. I went down and sucked on his wet jeans and to my surprise, he sucked on mine. We were interrupted by a couple that just past then continued until we blew our loads off onto each others pants. I walked him home, it took a long time he was still wet but say half dry and we kissed at his door and he went in, his parents were still up. We had several encounters until he moved to Boston.

Another thing I love to do is piss myself while biking on the lakeshore boardwalk. By the time people notice I'm wet, I'm gone.

Then there is this thing I call tags. Example a party is a tag for pissing myself. I'll have some weed and start small with the pissing thing. People say he's just stoned. A BBQ. Even if I'm at a friends house or he's at mine if we're doing any weed I use that as a tag to piss.

I went to the library. A great place to sit and read and piss. Theatres are great. I was in one with a guy and some guy in front of us left and as he passed, even in the dark I noticed he had wet his pants. This was strange it was an ordinary situation, nothing unusual. I was so aroused I told the person I was with, not gay, that I was going to the bathroom. There he was at the urinal jerking. He stopped so I went right beside him, made a remark about the movie and pulled my cock out and slowly started stroking it. The guy looked, so I looked right at his crotch and said, "You Missed" He turned and I touched him and as I jerked off with him I let piss run over my fist onto my jeans. I just wanted my nuts wet. I played with his wet crotch until we shot our cum on each others pants. When I got back to my seat I told the guy that I didn't get my cock out in time. There would be no reason to doubt me.

So you see, you just got to trust your urges and go with it. There is no jail time for wetting yourself. If you continue to fear you will miss the window. My uncle taught me that, of course, he got into a lot of trouble once. At his honeymoon.

Here's the deal. When my mom and uncle were tweens, their mother and father would find my uncle's jeans that he had pissed and would punish and even beat him. He couldn't figure out how to jerk off. He was very young. My mom was three years older than him. Soon my mom would become his lookout. We who piss know the urge and just can't stop. So my mom saw him many times trying to jerk off while he would wet himself. By the time he figured out how to jerk off he loved to piss himself, and my mom found herself loving the way boys look in wet pants and how they jerk off. (This gets dirty from here, you may want to consider) When my uncle got married, he and aunt Kay went on their honeymoon. When it was time to go to bed, they were drunk and here was my uncle in the bathroom jerking off and wetting his pants. Well, aunt Kay blew up, ended the honeymoon right there and he stayed at our place for a while. He eventually got back with aunt Kay. Now I'm 10 yrs in bed, mom and dad have a few people over, they're all drinking. Mom, and aunt Kay and my uncle stopped at my door thinking I'm asleep. I noticed that my uncle's pants were wet. I loved my uncle, he never worked out but had an epic body. He was 30, a perfect ass, long gorgeous legs and always, always wore his huge thick cock to the right. You could see in perfect detail the head. He always wanted the whole world to know how much cock he had. He was between mom and aunt Kay but a bit behind when I noticed that he was actually wetting himself, I could see the shine of fresh piss lighting up his crotch. I was in shock and decided there and then that I wanted to piss myself just like him and I wanted to get my hands on his cock. That night I peed in my PJs and I was at the point where my cock felt good when I touched it, so I played with it and it felt very good so I played more and pissed more. I think I was close to a dry orgasm that night so I pissed all I had in me soaking my PJs and the bed.

The next morning I made my bed and hid my PJs. When I got home from school I found my PJs clean and folded on my bed which was clean and dry. Mom had cleaned up my mess. Between 10 and 12, my uncle got thrown out of the house again so he stayed with us. He had to sleep in my older brothers old bed which was in my room, my brother had the basement.

I was supposed to be asleep when my uncle went to bed. I saw him undress, it was dark but the hall light was enough. I saw his huge bulge in his white undies. He was beautiful and I was hard. Then he took his undies off and put his jeans back on. He went to bed and I noticed there was something going on under his covers. What was he doing, finally after a lot of action there was a moan. He pulled the covers off and knelt up on the bed. He was stroking his cock like a sewing machine going up and down, then he would stop and let some piss out onto his jeans finally he went crazy, kept checking me to make sure I wasn't awake. Then he stopped and leaned over, something was going on with his jeans. After a lot of heavy breathing, he stood up and took his jeans off and put his undies on and went to the bathroom. I got up and went to his bed and picked up his jeans, then I could hear his piss stream hitting the toilet so I felt his jeans, they were wet and I tasted his piss, so I started sucking the jeans and didn't realize the slimy stuff was cum. Then I took the crotch and washed my face and groin area with his piss. I was like a drunk with lust. Now I knew how to jerk off, or so I thought. You just stroke and stroke your cock and piss. This was going to be easy. I had to plan for tomorrow. While at school the next day I put together a plan. I would piss the front of my jeans and leave them on the floor for my uncle to find. When he sees I like to wet maybe he would wet with me or something. The next night I got a pair of my light blue jeans and pissed on the crotch and put them on the floor. He found them and again took his jeans off then took his undies off then put his jeans on and went to bed, with my jeans laying of the bed beside him. I watched as he picked up my jeans and as he stroked his cock he sucked on my jeans. I wanted to get up and join him but I was too scared. I watched as he pissed on my jeans and then shoot his cum on the front of my jeans. I didn't know it was cum at the time.

I waited to go and get my jeans and suck on them and wear them. He didn't go to the washroom. he put my jeans under his bed. I thought fine, I'll wait for him to fall asleep then get them. One problem, I was playing with my cock which felt epic but ended up falling asleep.

The next morning when mom woke me up for school, my uncle and my pants were gone.