While Playing

So this just happened: I was playing a game and suddenly without warning my bladder lets go. I start peeing in my pants, soaking through my underwear and jeans. I'm a grown man and I just wet myself.

When I was twelve or thirteen, I remember being very aware, for the first time, of wetting myself while playing (when I was younger I didn't really notice that I'd done it). I remember thinking "I am peeing in my pants right now," and feeling my bladder push everything out and not really knowing how to stop it or understanding if I should or not. I wasn't sure what I should do, so I usually just kept playing.

My accident today gave me a pretty powerful memory of when I was a kid, still going in his pants. Only now I have to realize that I'm an adult who is doing it AFTER having been dry for many years.

I miss that time when I was innocent and was only interested in how it felt, not what it meant. So, thanks to the encouragement I've been getting here on EP, I'm going to keep playing my game in wet jeans. Because, after all...

...why not?
wetelfboy wetelfboy
41-45, M
4 Responses Dec 8, 2012

Do you enjoy being urinary incontinent? Could you teach me?

Hey! It is okay to be "a grown man who wets his pants." As you see on EP, a lot of us do it! I find it incredibly erotic. In fact, about 75 percent of the time that I **********, I need to be wearing tight jeans that I have gone to the bathroom in! I also like looking at pictures of cute guys in jeans who have pissed in them. Steven Holden did a lot of those pictures and stories in the 1970s and 1980s, I think. Fortunately, a lot of them are still available. Check out www.dicktrikler.com for some hot videos of cute guys wetting themselves like it was nothing. And just remember, since you and I do this a lot, we don't have to worry about the agony of trying to hold pee in and not wet ourselves~

I agree, why not. Letting go in your pants can be so exciting, feel good, and a great turn on. I say, Go for it.

Stay wet, stay happy


I was one of those kids who would ignore my bladder when I was playing until I suddenly couldn't hold it any longer, and then I'd run for the toilet. Sometimes I didn't make it. My parents never made a big deal about it.