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....And a Pissy New Year to All
A happy new year it must be
Here in the land of the free
A night's celebration,
A waking sensation,
Awash in a bed-full of pee
......Which pretty much sums up my New Year's. Spent the evening, by invitation, at the home of my neighbor....just him, his girlfriend and me. Watching the ball drop in Times Square and idly wondering, of the million or so people crowding in, how many had wet themselves. I had a pleasant buzz going from the numerous white russians urged upon me by my hosts, and at the stroke of midnight we greeted the new year with a shot or three of Jack Daniels' finest.
I was slouched deep in an old easy chair, far too comfortable to bother getting up to go to the toilet. The pressure was building and I knew I'd left it too long....I could hold it as long as I remained seated but knew that as soon as I stood up it was going to be one of those gotta-go-RIGHT-NOW situations. And so it was. Shortly after the hour I bade my hosts good night...."don't bother getting up, I'll let myself out"....and beat a rather hasty retreat. I managed to make it out the door and a few yards down the sidewalk before the floodgates opened then stood there, gazing at the cold bright stars, head thrown back, legs slightly spread as the warm piss poured down both legs leaving a pair of steaming holes in the snow. Happy new year!!
'Twas a rather chilly walk home but fortunately I didn't have far to go. Got inside, hung wet stuff up to dry, had a quick shower. Remembered to drink a couple large glasses of water to forestall the impending hangover. Slipped on a pair of clean dry boxer briefs, slid into bed and dropped immediately into a deep sleep.
These days it seems that if I go to bed drunk, even a little bit drunk it is a near certainty that I will wet in my sleep....heck, I'd be disappointed if I didn't. This night I was not disappointed. I awoke in the early morning hours feeling the need to pee. A quick check under the covers confirmed that I already had some time earlier. My shorts and a sizeable circle of bedcloths were quite wet. No matter, the mattress is well-protected. I rolled onto my back, relaxed and let it flow, the warm pee washing over my midsection and spreading beneath me. Still half asleep, I couldn't resist having a brief rub-and-wank through the sodden boxer briefs until I added another warm wet - and sticky - dimension to the lot. I rolled over in my piss-and-cum laden state and drifted happily back to sleep. To awake hours later....soaked, soiled and refreshed....to a cold winter sun peering in the window.
It's gonna be a good year, I think.
Here in the land of the free
A night's celebration,
A waking sensation,
Awash in a bed-full of pee
......Which pretty much sums up my New Year's. Spent the evening, by invitation, at the home of my neighbor....just him, his girlfriend and me. Watching the ball drop in Times Square and idly wondering, of the million or so people crowding in, how many had wet themselves. I had a pleasant buzz going from the numerous white russians urged upon me by my hosts, and at the stroke of midnight we greeted the new year with a shot or three of Jack Daniels' finest.
I was slouched deep in an old easy chair, far too comfortable to bother getting up to go to the toilet. The pressure was building and I knew I'd left it too long....I could hold it as long as I remained seated but knew that as soon as I stood up it was going to be one of those gotta-go-RIGHT-NOW situations. And so it was. Shortly after the hour I bade my hosts good night...."don't bother getting up, I'll let myself out"....and beat a rather hasty retreat. I managed to make it out the door and a few yards down the sidewalk before the floodgates opened then stood there, gazing at the cold bright stars, head thrown back, legs slightly spread as the warm piss poured down both legs leaving a pair of steaming holes in the snow. Happy new year!!
'Twas a rather chilly walk home but fortunately I didn't have far to go. Got inside, hung wet stuff up to dry, had a quick shower. Remembered to drink a couple large glasses of water to forestall the impending hangover. Slipped on a pair of clean dry boxer briefs, slid into bed and dropped immediately into a deep sleep.
These days it seems that if I go to bed drunk, even a little bit drunk it is a near certainty that I will wet in my sleep....heck, I'd be disappointed if I didn't. This night I was not disappointed. I awoke in the early morning hours feeling the need to pee. A quick check under the covers confirmed that I already had some time earlier. My shorts and a sizeable circle of bedcloths were quite wet. No matter, the mattress is well-protected. I rolled onto my back, relaxed and let it flow, the warm pee washing over my midsection and spreading beneath me. Still half asleep, I couldn't resist having a brief rub-and-wank through the sodden boxer briefs until I added another warm wet - and sticky - dimension to the lot. I rolled over in my piss-and-cum laden state and drifted happily back to sleep. To awake hours later....soaked, soiled and refreshed....to a cold winter sun peering in the window.
It's gonna be a good year, I think.
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