Campsite wetting and messing around

[InOddPlaces 311]

My first attempt at a story, comments/feedback would be appreciated 🙂

This is a story about a summer camping trip, including wetting (clothed and naked) and peeing generally.

My friends, the camping, my private pee play, plus the actual camp week, location and activities used as the basis for the story, are real (just names changed to protect the guilty!).

The story is a “what if…” my private wetting play was spotted by my friends on the Saturday evening.

(Story is in 4 parts)

Prologue

I enjoy camping and the outdoors generally, spending weekends and occasional longer periods away as a break from the stress of life!

Over the years I’ve found several remote basic campsites with a small river or lake alongside, mostly small sites with a few separated areas, but my favourite is a private greenfield location with no facilities and no other campers. It’s a small clearing hidden by a dense coppice, next to a stream with a couple of waist-deep pools, woodland on the other bank (so cannot be overlooked) and no footpaths nearby.

Often I’m camping with a couple of close friends (Kyle and Ben) who I’ve known since university. They are friends who are embodiment of best friends in the Groucho Marx quote “When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, ‘Damn, that was fun’”.

We are now in our early 30’s and have a lot of camping experience under our belt and, as friends do, we’ll freely chat about almost anything and simply enjoy each other’s company.

I’ve a big kink around wetting in all forms and this is a part of any camping I do, solo or with friends. Drinking a lot increases the fun and play around desperation, either discretely if I’m with friends, or more openly if camping solo. This is mostly bedwetting and dribbling in clothing around the campsite, as well as gently peeing myself later in the evening, sat in the dark around a fire.

Sexual or kinky topics have never been part of the conversation with Kyle and Ben and we are discrete about toileting, so my pee play stays hidden. I’m certain they would just accept it, but I don’t want to be regularly doing something that they find off-putting.

Being in our own tents I’m able to wet the bed whenever I want. This is always on the last night as bedding can be packed away in a waterproof bag and put into the washer as soon as I get home. In warmer weather wetting will be every night, with the bedding hung out to dry during the day. Airing bedding is normal, so it doesn’t advertise anything and no-one has a clue what I'm up to.

Arrival

We had decided to go away for a week to the greenfield site to have a break from work as things in all our jobs were getting a little stressful.

Travelling up on the Friday afternoon, we stopped for a meal at a local pub and got to the site early evening, set up camp and crashed into bed, knackered from the journey and the physical effort of moving the kit and supplies onto the site.

Being a greenfield site we had to make our own toilet facilities. This was a small trench on the edge of the field with a simple hessian privacy screen (like a taller beach windbreak) so you couldn’t be seen from the camping area, but open to the woodland. You either peed into the undergrowth or squatted over the hole as needed, with a toilet roll in a plastic bag hanging on one of the screen poles. Basic but effective.

I had become desperate during the setup and was starting to dribble, peeing myself almost as soon as I was in bed and had a satisfyingly wet night.

Saturday

Once we are up and washed (a good splash in the stream!), bedding is hung out to air as usual (or to dry in my case!) and we sort breakfast.

Our first day was spent relaxing around the camp, starting to unwind from life and enjoying each other’s company. I was having fun getting desperate, dribbling a little and doing discrete pees out of my shorts whilst innocently kneeling somewhere, with my dick pointing down one of the legs.

That evening we were all around the fire drinking earlier than usual and I was getting desperate before it was fully dark. Thinking it was past the point of anyone being able to see much I started to slowly wet myself, letting it drip through the chair as normal.

After a few minutes, Kyle looks at me oddly and asks if I’ve spilt my beer, I look down and, quick thinking, say yes. Getting up the pee drips out the back of the leg openings so I quickly sit down again laughing and suggesting it will dry up soon. He’s not convinced and says he thinks I’ve peed myself; my denial didn’t sound sincere and there was a knowing look.

The conversation moved on to other topics and once it was fully dark I thought it was safe to restart, but Ben spots the drips and tells me I must have spilt my beer again <wink!>.

Busted!

There was no point denying it, but now had a dilemma over how much I reveal. Decided to go with just what they now knew and see where the conversation lead.

Sheepishly I admitted to being too lazy to get up, instead wetting my shorts. This was a “lightbulb” moment for both Ben and Kyle, as they realise this must have been going on for years as I had rarely got up in the evening on past camps.

I was feeling rather embarrassed and they teased/mocked me about it for a while, but the conversation turned to more practical questions about how I cleaned up and avoided getting the pee over anything else, as well as how I did it (where my dick was pointing, how fast I released, etc.).

Told them I never have underwear on when camping, so all that’s getting wet are the shorts and makes it easier to point my dick downwards to stop it pooling on the top of my legs. I make sure they are taken off and put in a wet clothes bag as soon as I get to the tent (or at least that’s what I told them!) and I wash.

The conversation eventually finished and there was what felt like and awkward silence for a while, whilst we all processed my revelation. Eventually Kyle gets up saying he needs a pee and heads over to the bushes as normal; the general chat then resumes and we break out a few more beers.

About an hour later I spot Kyle with his hand under his shorts adjusting his dick. He then goes quiet for a short while before a stream starts running from the bottom of his chair.

Both Ben and I are watching Kyle wet himself and his reactions to the feeling, which turns from a look of concentration to a slight smile as he relaxes more.

Ben is slowly shaking his head in disbelief and heads off to the bushes for a pee as Kyle finishes. I ask Kyle what he thought of doing it. “Different” he says, but not as bad as he thought, in fact enjoyed it in a strange way, “definitely doing it again!”.

The rest of the evening we both wet ourselves as needed whilst continuing the general chatter. There was now no point in trying to hide it by releasing gently, instead peeing normally each time. Ben was ignoring what we were doing and often headed into the bushes just after one of us started.

Sunday

Sunday morning it’s like nothing had happened and we go about the day as normal, heading out on a walk along the valley and onto the local ridge viewpoint.

Returning late afternoon we’re exhausted from the walk, collapsing into our chairs with a large crate of beer ready! A quick meal is prepared and we settle in for a relaxing evening of chat and drink.

Kyle and I started wetting without bothering about it being fully dark, with Ben still heading to the bushes for his pee. After a couple of visits he asks about the wetting and specifics of dick position. Shortly afterwards he announces he’s trying and after a few moments a river appears under his chair!

Part of the evening is then spent talking about the wetting, what it felt like and if it was pleasurable or whether it was simply something practical/lazy. Ben wasn’t sure as he’d only just started and felt self-conscious but was more on the practical side of doing it when circumstances allowed.

Kyle on the other hand quietly admitted to liking it and getting an erection, which is why it took him a short while to get started the first time he tried it.

I now had a second dilemma of how much I reveal about the extent of my wetting. There is no chance I’m mentioning anything about bedwetting, but an outline of the general daytime stuff would fit with Kyle’s experiences so far.

I agreed with Kyle about it feeling good and mention that I wet for pleasure on camps when I know it’s hidden or no-one is around. Both Kyle and Ben look at me with a “really, you do that?” look on their faces but Kyle responds saying why not, it would quickly dry up and might be fun to do.

That night my head was spinning with the revelations and I had a hard erection. Preparing for a messy night I drank an extra can of beer and took a couple of water bottles with me to the tent to “hydrate” during the night. My bladder was already getting full by the time I was in bed and it wasn’t long before I was in wee-induced heaven!

 

 

Continued in part 2...

Edited November 14 by InOddPlaces

[InOddPlaces 311]

(part 2)

Monday

The next couple of days were forecast to be hot so we decide to stay on the campsite under some shade, periodically swimming to cool off a little.

After breakfast we set the shade up and settle under it, along with plenty of soft drinks to keep us hydrated. After about an hour Kyle says he needs a pee, and asks if we minded if he just wet, as it would be in full view rather than in the dusk of evening. We both said it was fine and would probably be doing the same shortly.

Mid-morning we go for our first swim, spending an hour messing around in the water. Lying on the grass drying off afterwards, almost without thinking I peed into my shorts but fortunately the others couldn’t see as we were all lying down.

We had a light lunch, got some more cold drinks out the “fridge” (a crate placed in the edge of the stream) and settled down for the hotter part of the day.

Expecting we would be going for another swim during the afternoon I held my pee to get myself desperate, managed to hold most of it whilst in the water and relaxing with a long release almost as soon as we were out lying on the grass. Still wet from the stream you couldn’t tell what I was doing unless watching directly so got away with a hidden pee.

That evening we sat around drinking as usual, enjoying the slightly cooler air, and not having the direct sun on us. After the revelations on Sunday evening and relaxed nature of the peeing during the day, we were wetting ourselves as if it was the most normal thing in the world and not caring.

Overnight the temperature didn’t drop much and the tent was warm. Keeping the door open (just the flyscreen in place) and inner unzipped there was a slight breeze that made it a little more bearable. With my row of water bottles for the night, I slept on top of the bed, spraying wee around every time I needed to go and enjoying the slight coolness as it evaporated from my body.

Tuesday

Tuesday was a repeat and we are quickly settled under the shade.

Heading for our first swim of the day, Kyle suggests skinny-dipping and has taken his shorts off before the rest of us had time to fully answer! Looking at Ben we just shrug our shoulders as if to say, “what the heck, let’s do it!” and follow Kyle’s lead.

Afterwards we are drying off in the sun as usual, but this time lying there naked.

In all the years camping together I had never seen their dicks, just the tip occasionally when standing at a urinal but nothing else, even when sharing accommodation. When swimming, changing was done in tents or we’d already be wearing suitable clothing; we never used communal showers; we’d have our own space when toileting; etc. It was just respecting each other’s privacy and being discrete.

Until today.

They were average sized (like me), but what struck me was they both had trimmed their pubic hair. I kept mine almost shaved (using a “number 2” trimmer), Ben had his tidily trimmed and Kyle’s was down to about an inch.

Fortunately, being in the cool stream meant that any erection was kept down whilst in the water, but lying naked on the grass to dry off was a different matter. No comments were made about each other’s dicks, but it was clear there was some arousal as we all had partial erections but were ignoring them. It was most likely due to the pleasant breeze but mine was also triggered by seeing the others naked.

Returning to our shaded chairs, we settled down for the rest of the morning without dressing again. There was no intention to stay naked, it just happened and we relaxed, staying as cool as we would.

Sitting around keeping hydrated it suddenly occurred to Kyle that wetting wasn’t going to be as discrete now we were naked! Up to this point, although we were openly wetting, it was still hidden under our shorts. He pushes his dick between his legs to pee onto the chair as usual, with the wee cascading down closer to the front of the chair, but still out of sight.

We’d now lost our inhibitions over being naked around each other and Ben was the first to ask something about our dicks. The question was directed to me, about being shaven. This started the conversation about what we did with our pubic hair and why, with the reasons of keeping hair out the way (softness and making for an easier cleanup) being broadly similar.

Another afternoon swim, dry, and we’re back under the shade feeling rather sleepy due to the heat.

We’d been napping for a while when I hear someone peeing. Opening my eyes, see that Ben is peeing whilst apparently asleep, with his legs slightly apart and the stream just shooting forward from the chair. I call him and he smiles but continues to pee. Clearly not asleep!

For the rest of the day none of us made any attempt to pee into the chair, instead doing as Ben had done and letting the stream spray forward.

 

 

Continued in part 3...

[InOddPlaces 311]

(part 3)

Wednesday

The weather had cooled off a little and we headed out on another walk for the day. The last few days had changed our approach to peeing and instead of being done discretely off the path, hidden in the woods or behind some undergrowth, we were now not bothered about being seen and went in full view by the side of the path.

The walk was shorter but involved a lot of uphill work and rough tracks to a local summit. By the time we were back on the site mid-afternoon we were hot and exhausted, stripped off, headed to the stream to cool off and crashed out on the field for a while.

We’d been lying there naked for about an hour; I needed a pee but was too exhausted to get up. The last couple of days had been so liberating I thought what the heck, I’ll just openly wet myself hands-free with it spraying over my groin and legs.

Hearing the noise Ben exclaims “you’re peeing on yourself!” to which my reply is “oops!” and a smile. They were initially surprised/shocked at what I was doing, then watched as I emptied my bladder.

Kyle and Ben weren’t comfortable wetting as I had done, instead pointing their dicks slightly downwards so the stream went between their legs.

We were back to wearing shorts as the evening was slightly cooler, but instead of wetting them we were pulling our dicks out and lazily peeing forward from the chair.

Thursday

Part of the agreement with the local farmer for use of the field is that we will help him with something around the farm. This time he had asked us to do some hedge tidying close to where we were, along a boundary on the other side of the coppice from where we were camping.

After breakfast we drove up to the farm (about a mile away) to collect some tools and spent the day working on the hedge.

The day started warm (although not quite as hot as the beginning of the week) and we made sure we were well hydrated, particularly as we were wearing long-sleeved shirts and long trousers for protection, plus it was forecast to get hotter.

Undertaking physical work I had some fun with stress incontinence, involuntarily wetting as we were working on the hedge. Kyle and Ben spotted this but didn’t do it themselves, just peeing to the side of the work area whenever they needed to.

Once the work had been completed and tools returned, we headed back to the camp, stripping off as soon as we reached the field and headed into the stream to cool off, staying naked for the rest of the day.

The weather was now quite hot and overnight was forecast to be warmer than Monday night and humid. We talked about sleeping “under the stars” and decided that would be the best option to try keeping cool. Preparing for the night we got our sleeping mats and pillows and set up together, close to our tents.

I now had a dilemma, as sleeping together was going to restrict my bedwetting, plus I was aroused by sleeping outside naked, had an erection and wanted to pleasure myself. Decided the best I could do was to pee discretely onto the grass beside the mat (“accidently” getting a little over my legs!).

 

 

Continued in part 4...

[InOddPlaces 311]

(part 4)

Friday

I had peed a couple of times during the night and woke up about 6am wanting to go again. The others were awake as well and we lay there chatting for a while as our toilet need increased. We all started to hold our dicks like young kids while we are talking, eventually standing and peeing what felt like a river.

The weather was due to cool off a little, so we decide to chill until the afternoon, then start tidying up the camp ready to move things to the car the next morning.

After lunch we start work sorting our camp out, not caring that we are still naked! Part way through the afternoon I’m getting desperate and think “what the heck, they know I wet, I’ll just openly dribble”. Making sure I’m not going to get it on any kit, I start to leak and end up with wet legs and being watched by the others. Embarrassingly I end up with an erection towards the end, but it quickly subsides, and we carry on packing. Kyle and Ben do the same later on, but quickly get erections and end up peeing normally.

Once we’d finished sorting stuff, we jumped in the stream to cool off, dried on the grass as usual and put t-shirts and shorts back on as it was getting cooler (as forecast).

That evening we chat a lot about the week, part of which was the peeing thing and what we thought of it. I let the peeing conversation be mainly between Kyle and Ben so I could gauge if it was something that would happen again, or if it was a one-off.

They were certainly surprised about where the week had led and the revelations, being something they needed to process, but had enjoyed it and indications where they’d do it again. The conversation was giving me a hard erection as we covered the detail, making it more difficult to wet but did manage it with some concentration.

Heading to bed for the last time I was desperate to wet and pleasure myself, having not been able to the previous night and now needing the release.

Departure

Overnight I managed to climax three times thinking about the week, with the sleeping bag ending up a drenched, sticky mess, ready to be packed away in a waterproof bag.

Quick wash in the stream as normal and we’re all dressed ready to strike camp.

No more dribbling planned as I didn’t want wet shorts for the trip home, but still played around with desperation, peeing as needed where I was around the site. Emptying my bladder before we left, I’m joined by Kyle and Ben, and we have one last pee together and a brief conversation about how revealing the week has been.

The trip home was uneventful, but I was making sure I kept myself hydrated. We stopped a couple of times for a break, but I only partially emptied my bladder each time so I would end up desperate by the time I was home. Whilst unpacking the car I wet myself one last time before showering and collapsing on the sofa, tired but happy, head spinning from what had happened during the week.

 

A couple of weeks later we meet up for one of our regular breakfast socials and chat a lot about the camp and how good it had been to “unplug” from technology and get away from the rat race for a while. Inevitably we touch on the wetting and where that had led, and I tell them about my final wetting whilst emptying the car.

At that point Kyle starts smiling to himself. Asking him what’s amusing he quietly tells us that after he had sorted his kit and put everything away, he dozed off for a while on the sofa. In a half-asleep state he had started to wet but caught it before it reached the cushion, ran to the toilet and just sat peeing through his shorts as if it was the most natural thing in the world. We laugh with him and suggest he probably enjoyed the camp wetting more than he realised.