"Yeh so. I did it. I am an adult now there is nothing you can do to me!" I was embarrassed that my roommate discovered what I had done but I wasn't going to let him yell at me either.
"We will see about that Mister!" he took hi belt off.
"What do you think you are gonna do?"
"I am gonna whip your ass!"
"Excuse me. But you cannot! You are not my dad."
I glanced down at my pants leg. What a fool I must've looked like to him. Standing there trying to argue with him over this with my pants wet and piss still dripping from them.
"You think you can stop me buddy?"
"You can't do that" I protested.
"This is long over due Bobby. And its more than the fact that at 26 years old that you would wet yourself, but it's about all of your childish behavior."
How dare him talk about me being childish, he was two years younger than me although slightly bigger than me.
He charged over to me, but I zig zagged around him and ran to the bathroom and locked myself in it.
He began banging on the door.
"Come out of there now or it will be worse, Bobby!" He yelled at the bathroom door.
"I will do what I _f_u_c_k_ing want."
"Apparently that is what you think you little bed wetting faggot, I am gonna teach you a lesson."
My heart pounded in fear as I tried to figure a plan to escape this situation. I couldn't hardly believe the situation I was in. Ever since I left home I had been doing all of those things my dad would punish me for that I now KNEW no one could stop me from doing--- now that I was an adult. I started smoking only because I could. I would stay out late as I felt. I would do stupid and childish things all the time. This day I took it further. I was on the internet when I ran across an web site for guys who were into pissing on themselves. Finding it to be absolutely gross, I quickly left the page and continued surfing the net.
But then there is that "back" button on the browser, that oddly became a temptation for me. "Why would someone do that?" I asked myself. I pressed the back button on the browser and found the page again. I registered with the web site and began looking at the pictures. And there they were: these freaky pictures of guys pissing on themselves and on each other--- and worse--- drinking each other's piss.
Oddly, I got curious. There was something I hadn't done just to get away with it: Piss myself. I thought about it for a second. Well my roommate wasn't home and I could clean up well before he got home. So I decided to do it. I stood up by my computer and began to leak on myself. One bit of pressure on my bladder and I began to whiz. That's when I felt the hot liquid running down my legs drizzling on the floor beneath me. But that's when--- to my suprise my roommamte Jerry came barging into my room. I quickly closed my web browser tohide what I was doing but to no avail, he saw the piss puudle and soaked pants legs. At first he began to chuckle at me. But his amusemnt quckly turned into anger. And I was blushing with embarrassment. That's how I got into this situation.
My roommate banged on the door again.
"Bobby you know you have to come out of there sooner or later, it might as well be sooner or else it will be worse"
Who did this guy think he was fooling? He had no right to do anything to me. And by the way, what was I worried about. I don't have to let that guy hit me.
HE HAS NO RIGHT!
"Alright have it your way faggot!"
Oh that pissed me off. How dare he call me a faggot. There was no way that he knew I was gay.
I waited him out. I heard him let out a sigh and walk away from the bathroom door.
My chance.
I walked to the bathroom door, unlocked it and ran out of the bathroom. Jerry was waiting down the hall and chased after me, but I managed to make it in my bedroom first, but he grabbed me from behind. "Oh _s_h_i_t_! I thought. But I did not give up. I elbowed him in the face knocking him off me.
"Mother _f_u_c_k_er!" he yelled.
I made it into my room and locked the bedroom door.
"What a _f_u_c_k_ing ass hole," I mumbled to myself.
I could stand being in my room by myself for the night and wait for him to calm down.
I immdeately pealed my pee soaked pants off of me and tossed them into my laundry basket. I put on a clean dry pair of pants and breathed a sigh of relief.
He yelled at my bedroom door.
"You are really gonna get it now faggot!"
I just laughed out loud, knowing he was completely helpless to carry out his threats.
"What a stupid ass to think I would let him spank me." I thought.
After I calmed down a few minutes I started smelling a unique amonia like smell in my room. It was coming from my laundry basket. I walked over to it. It was reeking of piss. I realized then that I was going to have all of my laundry smelling like piss if I left my pants in the basket. I took them out and sniffed them. I noticed my _c_o_c_k_ stir a bit but thought nothing of it. I tossed my wet pants to the side of my basket and figured I would wash them later.
I laid down in my bed and felt my _c_o_c_k_ squirm around again. Why is that? I wondered. Oh well, I hadn't had _s_e_x_ or jacked my _c_o_c_k_ off in quite a while, so I decided to work it out. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my _c_o_c_k_. I have a nice _c_o_c_k_ that was 4 or 5 inches soft and bloomed into a good fat nine inches when raging hard. I licked the palm of my hand and began squeezing and pulling on my _c_o_c_k_ very slowly. It began to harden and I thought back a few weeks ago when I met a blonde curly haired trim and firm bodied guy name ricky take me to his house and ... well you know (that's another story).
And soon my _c_o_c_k_ was raging in its full 9 inch bloom. I started stroking harder and faster when I felt myself about to come but stopped myself short of it. I took a deep breath and smelled that funk of piss again. I remembered those pictures of guys jerking off and _f_u_c_k_ing and sucking in puddles of their own piss and ---
I had an idea. I went over to the floor and picked up my wet pants. I pulled them to my nose and took a whiff. My _c_o_c_k_ jumped with excitement.
I wrapped my wet pants around my face and laid down on my bed and began stroking my _c_o_c_k_ again. Then I realized that, actually I had to take a piss. Well I couldn't go to the bathroom because I might be taking a chance of Jerry catching me off guard. Besides my curiosity had been sufficiently piqued. I decided to put my damp jeans back on. And while I laid there in my bed I began pissing them again. This time some of my piss soaked through and my bed was getting damp as well. My _s_e_x_ual excitement was heightened. I wallowed in my pissed pants and my damp sheets as I jerked off. When I came I exploded into one of the biggest nuts I had ever shot in my life.
I just laid there in my wet pants and sheets for a while. The aroma of piss did not allow my _c_o_c_k_ to stay soft too long and I was suddenly wanting it again. But my bladder was empty. So I decided to stroke myself without any piss. About five minutes later I shot again breathing and panting heavily when it was over. I fell asleep.
When I woke up still in my peed jeans and wet bed I felt absolutely silly, and embarrassed. How could I get off on pissing on myself? I felt so dirty. And now in addition to my pissed pants I had peed on sheets all reeking of urine. I felt disgusted with myself. I stripped my pants and my bed. I had to go wash them. Then I wondered if Jerry was still holding a grudge? Jesus, it would only be worse if he saw now that I I had wet the bed too. Jesus I am 26 years old, how could I be scared of getting a spanking, besides, I proved I could handle myself pretty well, when he tried to attack me before I out-muscled him.
Then I heard a freindly sound. I could hear from outside Jerry was out hamming it up with his freinds. I would be in the clear long enough to make it to the utility room and put my pants and sheets in the washer. So I balled it all up and headed to the washer. I began stuffing my clothes in the washer when I suddenly heard foot steps coming from behind me. I jerked my head around. It was Jerry! Before I knew it, he was on me and had my left arm twisted behind my back and I was pushed up against the washer.
"You thought you were gonna get away with this didn't you?" He asked firmly.
"No way!" I thought to myself. I pushed back against him and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.