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1. The only time I ever witnesses anyone wet themselves in front of me was when I was about 11 yrs old. My friends sister was laughing so hard she pissed her jeans. My friend thought she was lying; however, they were relatively cluttered people so they would leave clothes lying around all the time. I always had trouble sleeping straight through the night at others’ houses so naturally around 3 or 4 I awakened and went to invesitgate. HOLY SHIT, SHE SOAKED THEM! There was not a dry patch on any of her panties and a huge stain around the ass. I was turned on of course.

2. Now the most exciting and disappointing story at the same time was this: I had a friend who I dated and we broke up for our own reasons. However, I still liked her and remained friends, doubting that she still liked me. The night after the enlightment tour, Weezer for those who may not know, we were leaving and it was so crowded she decided to hold off the pee. I thought she could hold it but apparently she was really desperate by the time we had left the parking lot. I’m getting turned on by her holding herself, taking a peek every now and then. Finally, being the good friends we were, she told me that she was sort of being turned on by being so desperate. Not knowing if I should respond positively to the statement or scold her, I gave her a puzzling look while she laughed. Wow was I starting to get hard at this point with so much restraint of it not showing. The disappointing part of this story for me is this: she made it to the toilet regardless of the hour of traffic we went through, and I never got to do anything with her since the incident. HOW FUCKING DISAPPOINTING IS THIS?!?

by kangajew

She knew her boyfriend and his pals were just inside at the party but she didn’t care. Bob was HOT and she had wanted for a long time to to get to know him a little better. It started as some innocent chat outside on the patio but soon turned into some hot and heavy petting. They were both a little drunk and that lead to things getting a little out of hand. He played with her firm breasts under her shirt rolling her erect nipple between his fingers. She was getting very horney and was wondering just how far this might go. She rubbed his hardon through his jeans and was afraid if she did it much longer he might blow his load right into his underwear. Suddenly she heared voices approching. She climbed over the rail and hid in the bushes by the edge of the patio not wanting to be caught making out with someone other than her boyfriend. She could not go far as the bushes were thick and full of thorns so she squatted down and sat very still hoping no one would notice her. It was pretty dark out there so she figured she was safe. She heard several male voices talking on the patio one of which she recognized as her boyfriend. She was listening to their conversation. Something about the girls taking too long in the bathroom. Then she noticed they were all moving up to the edge of the railing. Suddenly she realized they had come out onto the patio to take a leak.

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This is a true account (memory permitting) of something that happened when I was 17.
Although the legal age for drinking alcohol in a pub (bar) in the UK is (and was) 18, I had a very good friend who worked in my local pub, and together we came up with a scam so that I would be able to drink alcohol in the pub instead of having to make do with soft drinks as I had for about a year already. The scam was simple. It was my 17th birthday, so we just told the pub owner that it was my 18th birthday. There simple, and it worked….. until the following year when word got out that it was my 18th birthday (again)!
That summer things seemed to be going well. I had passed my driving test, got a car, got a job, money, found a new freedom, and got friendly with a girl that I had known most of my life, and who I had always been keen on. She was still sixteen, and was off school for the summer. Although I had known her most of my life, I had only known her to say hello to on the odd occasions when our paths crossed. I got talking to her proper at a Friday night beach party, and we spent most of the party together. Just before her friends dragged her off to go home, I managed to pluck up the courage (with the help of a few beers) to suggest that we went out some time. She thought that was a good idea.
The next morning (Saturday) I wasn’t working, so I decided to spend the morning in bed. I got woken up by my mother telling me someone was on the phone for me. I opened one eye and moaned, “Tell them to call back later.” “It’s a girl.” said my mum. My other eye popped open. Well I had plutonic girl friends, so I thought it was probably just one of them, but even so, a girl is a girl, and you don’t fob them off with a “call back later” line. So grudgingly I crawled out of bed, slipped some clothes on, and went down to the phone. (more…)