origins of our interest

[Anonymous]

I have often wondered why I love to se desperation and for my part I think it began very early. Must be the fact that our organs are duel purpose I suppose. As a little boy I was frequentlydesperate, (weren't we all?) but when I began school it was much worse as I was chronicly shy. So I didn't say when I needed a wee and suffered hours of agony waiting for breaktime or to go home. Logically that assumes that a lot of us here were also shy, thus making the whole business of going for a pee into a much bigger deal that for other kids. This desperation then led to an interest in other kids needing a wee too, especially the girls, who anyway seemed much more prone to it than we boys. At the small school I was at from age 4 to 10 I saw a lot more desperation with the girls than with the boys. I was maybe unusual and can remember some days waiting until lunchtime without peeing and then we had to sit and eat before being allowed out or anywhere near the toilets. I remembr one occasion I needed so badly to wee I couldn't eat and it was thought I was unwell. A teacher made me lie down and I just couldn't wait any longer and wet myself completely. As I got older I would manage to wait until lunchtime and always found an oportunity to have a pee, still without telling anyone, and then I would try to last out until getting home. As my mother sometimes didn't collect me until 5pm this was not always possible. I was locked out of the school and was often on my own and remember just walking around in circles desperately trying not to wet myself. I got better at it as I got older but the 30 minute car journey was a real ordeal and I would run to the loo as soon as I got home, often wetting my shorts a bit as I wrestled with my zip. This was a daily thing and I took more and more interst in the other kids when they were needing to pee. At 10 years old I was beginning to be sexually aroused by it, long before anything else aroused me. At my next school this carried on and by the time I was 14 I was really a pee fanatic. I went to school on a minibus and watched the girls for signs of desperation. Unfortunately it was always the younger ones, 11 or 12, but even that was exciting. The ride home, with a bursting bladder myself, was a mixture of pain and pleasure, for example one evening a girl called Jill who was 11 was making no secret that she was dying to wee and had a hand to her crotch, the works. I was bursting to pee too but the sight of Jill gave me a massive erection too which added to the intensity of my desperation. Suddenly the bus had to brake very hard and Jill, who was sat on an inward facing bench, lost her balance and was thrown forward. I had a full view of her bright purple panties and saw a wet spot appear before she could straighten up. Fot the first time ever I came without even touching myself. I was so turned on.
So there we are, the 2 things were one and the same to me then. Is this unusual or does anyone else feel the same way. Has anyone had similar experiences? I would really be interested to hear comments or stories.

Cheers, Fullblad

[Anonymous]

Since its written here about early experiences of having to pee-I thought Id add my little story.
I went to school from the first grade to the 7th grade and never ever visited the boys bathroom. Never had to go. Why? I dont know to this day why I never had to pee, I would walk home for lunch and pee and then afternoon about 3 and pee. I never had to ever go while in school.
I cant say the same for many claxsmates. In the first grade, there were the same wetters. One boy seated next to me just sat and peed his pants twice, a puddle drippin on the floor under his seat made me notice. Another time this one girl was standing and reading out of a book and stuttered and stopped reading, spread her legs and a delunge of pee splashed onto the floor. It was shocking, she must have been wearing waterproof panties or something for a flood like that where they just burst.
AS we got older thu school there was usually one or two or more wettings each year. I got more fascinated on why and how this happened and as in later grades became more sexually aroused.
By the time I get to Jr. high, a wetting by a classmate caused an erection.
Strange yet, it usually was the same students doing the wettings.
Then came the time when I almost totally wet my pants in my senior year. I might write about it if anyone is interested. I came within seconds of a massive peeing in my jeans. As I was I did dribble and squirted a bit.
I guess the thing about wettings and sexual connections start early and the interest and feeling just increase over time as the two seem to connect.
Any comments to this posting is welcome.........
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[Anonymous]

This is a rare reply by me to a underage story
but from reading all the wetting posts if you were shy or the school nerd you have a greater chance of having a pee fetish. Since going to the bathroom probably got you teased or beat up you got to enjoy the agony of holding and the relief of letting go after holding several hours.

[Anonymous]

Thanks for the replies.
Fillherup - As for being shy, yes thats the point/suggestion I was making, that it might be that a great proportion of desperation lovers started as a result of being shy. As for nerds I can't comment. Are there any here reading this?

DONNIE - Interesting post with similar experiences to mine except you were not shy. Please do tell your other story.

Regards Fullblad

[Anonymous]

I must just write and say I agree with Fullblad about the shyness. I was chronically shy as a child and in particular about needing to go and wee. Luckily I went home for lunch from junior school so usually managed to wait but when I went to grammar school in 1970 I had great difficulty not wetting myself. And as you say it made me more sensitive to others who needed a wee too, boys and girls. It is true that boys less often seemed desperate but there was one in my class during my last year at primary school. we were therefore 10. We sat 2 to a desk, one boy one girl and David sat by me. I remember looking down and seeing him holding himself while we worked and he would rock back and forth on his chair and suck his breath between his teeth just like me. One day, it was late morning, he looked very desperate and I said are you OK? He went red but asked me if I thought Mrs Evans would let him go to the toilet, as this was not usually allowed. I remember clearly feeling a thrill as he said it and saying no, I didin't think she would. I was also dying to wee and waiting to rush home to the loo and couldn't hide the fact so I said, very daring it was for me, I can wait another half hour so you can too, its not that long. He continued to squirm about and was knocking his knees together and even bounced up and down a couple of times. It made me want to wee even more just watching him. Eventually he put up his hand and half stood and asked to be excused but Mrs Evans told him no, he would have to wait another 20 minutes. He said I cant Miss! and she said oh go on then be quick! He dashed out and was gone ages and when he came back he was holding his hand in front of himself. Nobody else seemed to notice but when he sat down I saw that one leg of his grey shorts was wet. He was embarrased but said to me why dont you ask now, she'll let you go. I was just to shy to ask in front of everyone and stayed put. He was watching me struggle I know and I think he knew that I was unusually desperate. As the dinner hour got nearer I began to wee a few drops in anticipation and had to make sure I wasn't sitting on my skirt. He saw me moving it off the chair and asked me if I'd wet myself. I'm sure he knew and he was trying to see my knickers but I kept my hand there. On the way home it just came out of me as I walked and nmy shoes got all wet! In the afternoon he saw I had white knicks on instead of the blue ones I'd worn in the morning and he teased me until I said I'd tell about his wet shorts. That shut him up. But it was a real thrill to see him holding himself almost as often as me.
Regards, Annabell

[Finesse]

Hi!

I was a shy girl when I was younger (still is in some situations) and can remember I always waited untill the break if when I wanted to go. But not if I was like desperate then I just walked out. In all my years in school it has always been that way. If you need to go you didnt have to say anything or ask permission, just go and return as fast as possible. I dont really remember anyone using it as an excuse to get out of class, but if somebody had the teacher would probobly noticed it if it was the same kid all the time or many people during one hour. So I didnt see any desperation or stuff in class and was never desperate myself so I guess my interest didnt come from that.

But maybe it is that way for a lot of people who likes stuff like this, it came from being desperate when young?

Hugs
Finesse