I Love to Pee in my Pants

By that I mean I have always been able to experience Orgasm on Demand. In my younger days it took a minute or two. As I grew older it took a bit longer. In those days my sex life was 'auto.' I masturbated freely. I did it at least once a day. When I entered the world of hetero-sex it took longer, in fact, as long as she needed to 'get off.' I was a sexual colonel at least, maybe a general. And I credit this talent to the fact that I had not been circumcised like my brother.

Let me be very clear about this: I learned about sex in the middle of the night, alone at the age of 12, in a wet bed, in wet underpants.

I would wake up in the middle of the night having to pee. I would immediately realize that I had already peed in my pants and the bed was already wet. Question: should I get out of bed and go out on the back porch to pee? Good question. At first case I answered the question in the affirmative: I got out of bed in my wet underpants and went out to the potty on the (north) porch which was open to the night air, and peed like a gentleman. Then I returned to my (now cold) wet bed in my (now freezing) wet underpants. I did that once.

The girls (and the nuns) had a potty right next to our dormitory but us boys were forbidden to enter it. Our potty was way off on the back porch.

The very next time I woke up in the middle of the night in a wet bed I made the decision to pee in my pants instead of going out to the potty on the north porch. I figured that me and my pants were already wet - not to mention the bed - and a little more pee could only warm things up. I was right. I masturbated myself to a stunning orgasm after peeing in my underwear and went immediately to sleep. I did that for about two years. No! I did that for several months until one night I woke up in the middle of the night having to pee, but I was not already wet.

Correction: one night I woke up in the middle of the night having to pee. But this time my pants were dry. My bed was dry. I could have gone out to the north potty and peed, then returned to my bed and announced to Sister Charlotte next morning that my bed was dry. I could have done that. But instead I chose to pee in my pants and masturbate myself to sleep as usual. I had become sexually imprinted on wet bed (boom) and wet underpants.

To make a long story short I fashioned a perfect sex life for myself in those days, including, eventually, a raging panty fetish which I still enjoy.

I later went on to appreciate pussy. I eventually experienced a multitude of pussy. But my secret sex life remained in the background. When pussy was not available I fell back on my first sexual love of peeing in my pants and masturbating. So I say onto you that I have lived the perfect sexual life (being gassed here with LLG): I love pussy and I will fuck whatever pussy is available. I also love peeing (tap) in my pants and masturbating.

Perfect!

I mention this to you only because I think you need this information in order to 'understand' me. I do not for a second think that you are interested in my bizarre sexual life.