Puddle

Went camping overnight with some other people. There were toilets at the campsite, but, at the encouragement of another camper who said using toilets wasn’t in the spirit of camping, I decided not to use them. I love peeing outside, and camping is the perfect excuse.

 I also did something pretty gross: in the middle of the night, I had to pee, but I didn’t want to put on my shoes and go out in the cold. So I peed in a (food) bowl (we weren’t sharing bowls, don’t worry), and tipped it out right outside the tent (I was in a tent by myself).

Apart from me and that one other guy, everyone else just used the boring toilets. Nerds.

Lockdown restrictions were lifted the other day, just in time for me to celebrate my birthday. It was a blast. I won’t go into detail without being asked- this is pee fans, not party fans- but one of the guests was a certain friend, whom I suppose I should assign a fake name if I’m going to keep bringing him up. Let’s call him Mark.

After everyone else left, we were on top of each other almost immediately. However, we pried ourselves apart just long enough to do a minimal amount of cleaning up, before taking it to the bedroom. After lockdown, we were both raring to go.

Mark said he really needed to pee, and kept doing this adorable little pee dance. We quickly stripped off, jumped in the shower, and Mark released his piss all over my chest, tummy, and face. The relaxing warmth spread all over my body and splashed all over the shower walls. I sucked mouthfuls of it straight from the source. It was very diluted and mild.

After he had completely emptied his bladder, I stood up and we held each other for a few affectionate moments, before turning on the water and having a thorough wash. It was the first time I’d showered with another person, and I loved it. I yearn for that kind of intimacy. While we were showering, I peed down his leg.

We went straight to bed, and cuddled naked some more. We were too sleepy and drunk to do much, but the following morning was very… fruitful. Once again, I’ll spare you the details- this is pee fans, not sex fans- but I will say it was heavenly.

For me, desperation is the main factor, I think. Peeing in an inappropriate place is a factor too, but there has to be a sense of urgency. Peeing normally in the toilet can be hot with that urgency. At least physically desperate, if not emotionally, though emotionally is always a plus. Wetting is hot too. So is a man peeing on himself.

Guys jacking off is a whole other turn on for me. It’s one of the hottest things in the world.
 

2 hours ago, speedy3471 said:

That's awesome Puddle. Glad you are a converted person lol. Welcome to the outside pissing club🙂

Thanks, speedy! Happy to be here! 😄 I should make this my outdoor peeing thread maybe

2 hours ago, Peewee123 said:

Nice effort! Did you go commando or pee through your knickers or move them out the way?

Wore undies and bike shorts and pulled them down

I did another one of my all-day walks, this time in a short skirt for peeing purposes, and I peed out in the open 3 times, all while the sun was still out! Skirts ftw! I’m converted!

Here are the ones I actually plan to do in real life:

Scenario 1: We are both naked in an empty bathtub, with generously full bladders. He is standing and I’m kneeling in front of him, nuzzling and sniffing around his lower half. I take my time to explore. When we’re both ready, he unleashes his pee on my face, in my open mouth, all down my neck, chest, crotch and thighs. Then we swap positions. I stand and he kneels. I enjoy feeling his face against my most sensitive areas, and once he’s ready, pissing over as much of his skin as he (and my bladder) will allow.

Scenario 2: Peeing into each other’s cupped hands.

Scenario 3: Holding and aiming his dick while he pees.

Scenario 4: We are swimming in the sea together. I grab his hand and put it down my shorts. I say: Guess what? He’s like: What? I say nothing, and just start peeing.

Yes, I do have a particular someone in mind for all these. It’s the friend from my ‘afternoon in the park’ story. 🤤 

Scenario 4: Going to the park after dark, alone, and pissing all over the place.

Scenario 5: Discreetly popping a squat in public, in the daytime, wearing a skirt. This is the only one I’m less-than-stoked about. I just feel I’ll have to do it at some point, now that I’ve taken up long distance walking.

23 hours ago, gldenwetgoose said:

That is definitely the life - lovely account of a lovely evening.   Guessing maybe you were a little desperate by the time you got home, or is that a separate bit of fun for your own private enjoyment?  😉

I honestly can’t remember the next time I peed since arriving home. It doesn’t matter anyway, since I would’ve just used the toilet. I can tell you about the day before, though. I was doing an ‘urban hike’ that I’d already planned out, which I expected would take all day (it did), but I didn’t bother to check where all the public toilets were. I just assumed I’d run into them frequently enough. And I didn’t pee my pants or anything, so I guess my mistake wasn’t too dire, but I’d seriously underestimated how much I’d have to ‘hold it’, and how much a full bladder slows you down. By the time night fell, I was getting really fed up of relying on official public toilets. That, and the cover of darkness (and my pee fetish, and my frequenting a website that normalises public urination), emboldened me to duck into a park, the same one I visited with my friend, for a cheeky outdoor piss.

 I must admit, I am not nearly as comfortable peeing in public as some people on this site (claim to be). Even though I chose a spot with no one around and no chance of being seen, I was paranoid that somehow I’d be heard. I had to half-stem the flow, so it was still coming out, but not audibly. I hate doing that. I just want to let loose and completely relax my muscles. I’m sure it’s healthier that way too. However, now that I’ve gotten away with it once, I might be relaxed enough next time to make some loud, splashy music. I seriously intend to visit that park after dark again, just to pee. I’m so gross!

Went for a stroll in the park yesterday evening with my extremely sexy friend. Due to covid we are not allowed to visit each other’s houses, but fully vaccinated people are allowed to socialise outdoors. We enjoyed the natural environment, and I pointed out a tree that I’d peed on the night before. We sat down by a pond with lots of geese, and had a nice chat, which of course, turned sexual before too long. Whenever we’re together, we can’t help winding each other up. Usually we’d just go back to my place and have at it, but because of covid, that wasn’t an option, so we continued on our walk. I stopped to use a legitimate public bathroom.

At some point, we were talking about peeing. I told him: ‘Pee fans dot com is such a bad influence on me. Yesterday I was on a walk, and as soon as I realised I needed to pee, I was trying to think of options for going outside without getting caught. If it weren’t for that website, I wouldn’t’ve had such outrageous thoughts til my bladder was at least twice as full.’ He was like: ‘If I’m in an area with trees and such, and I know I’m not gonna get caught, it’s just like any other toilet to me. There isn’t even any stigma. I think all guys think like that.’ I was like: ‘That’s so hot.’

Our walk continued to a secluded clearing dotted with rocks, and we sat down on a rock very close together, practically in each other’s laps. We briefly tried to continue the conversation, before dropping the pretence of civility and shoving our tongues in each other’s mouths. I held him as close as possible while groping him all over with my hands. It was really hot.

Anyway, we were going to go back to his car to continue with more privacy, but it got almost completely dark before we reached the car, so we were like ‘fuck it’ and just sat under a tree and kept going. We were both so horny. Lockdown had kept us apart for too long. He informed me that he urgently needed to pee, so I tried elbowing him in the tummy to get a reaction. He admitted to me that he kinda got to that point on purpose, by choosing not to go to the toilet with me. I felt weirdly proud. Eventually he couldn’t hold it anymore, so he stood up right where he was, turned around to face the tree, whipped it out, and let go. A sigh of relief could be heard immediately, followed by the sound of a thick, heavy stream splattering against the tree trunk. Tiny, warm droplets sprayed our bare legs. I dipped my hand in the stream a few times, and licked it off. It tasted very mild and watery. After he’d finished his impressively long piss, he turned on his phone torch to look at the puddle, and noticed his car keys lying on the grass. They must’ve fallen out of his pocket. Imagine how fucked we’d be if he didn’t turn his torch on!

As we walked backed to his car, I thought: ‘This is the life’. On the way home (he was kind enough to drive me home before going back to his place), Take On Me played on the radio, and I felt very warm and contented, and full of love for my beautiful friend. I found myself thinking: ‘If I died right now, I wouldn’t even mind. Everything is as it should be.’

Which is hotter to you? Is it better when a character in a story (real or fictional) is a passive victim of their need to pee? Or  when they take control and wield their pee as a tool or weapon?

Or maybe your preference exists on a spectrum between those two points? I imagine such a spectrum to be along these points:

— character loses control and wets themselves after desperately holding it for ages, is mortified and maybe crying

— character loses control and wets themselves, is a bit sheepish but consolable

— character casually pisses on the floor in their own home while cooking/watching tv/etc for convenience 

— cool, confident character cheekily pisses their pants/on the floor in front of another character who is shocked at this behaviour 
 

— nasty, malicious character pees on, and ruins, a prized possession of someone they’re trying to hurt

Personally, I love both sides of this spectrum in the stories I read. Too far to either end, though, and emotions like pity or anger start to overshadow any enjoyment. The far ends of the spectrum are where there’s too much danger of someone getting hurt.