I Wet My Pants As A Teenager
[image][c=#009E4F]When I was a teen, I would go camping with the Boy Scouts Of America. I am actually an Eagle Scout (admittedly sometimes a naughty one). During Easter Vacation we would spend the week hiking at the Havasupai Indian Reservation in the Grand Canyon. Its a beautiful place with Havasu Creek feeding the Colorado River.
My troop was preparing to hike the Havasu Creek down to Moonie Falls. I tanked up with water to stay hydrated. It was hot, and I continued to drink water as we hiked parallel to Havasu Creek. Our trail was easy, and meandered across the creek from time to time. It was refreshing walking threw the waist deep Havasu Creek. Soon I became pee desperate. At a rest area we met a girl scout troop. The troop leaders decided that it would be more fun for us to hike with the girls. I figured I would just hold, until finding a secluded spot along the trail to re-leave myself.
Walking down the trail, I became overcome with pee desperation. There were too many girls to simply stop and pee on the side of the trail. All I could think about was finding somewhere to pee. I nervously began to think about letting go a pressure relieving spurt of pee in my damp underwear. Just thinking about about it made me become erect. Burning to pee, and now with a bulge growing in my scout jeans, I needed to act. I purposely lagged behind the group. As the last hiker passed me I exploded a short stream of warm pee into my creek damp underwear. I glanced down to see shiny wet pee spread across the the bulge of my damp Boy Scout jeans. It was kind of naughty relieving some pee pressure in my Boy Scout jeans. On the other hand, it felt great, as warm wet pee now soaked my underwear and inner thighs. Not wanting to be obvious, I held back what pee I could and caught up with my group.
As we hiked nearer to Mooney Falls, I was burning to finish peeing. The sound of rushing water only made my desperation worse. At Moonie Falls I found my troop stopping to make camp. Some of the kids were swimming in the pools of water below the falls. Others were standing in line outside the camp restroom. I looked at the restroom line, and only thought about how naughty and fun it would be to just finish peeing in my Boy Scout jeans. I put my gear down and stepped into the creek. I waded deeper into the creek until the water reached my thighs. Finally letting go, I blasted an unrestricted stream of warm wet pee into my underwear. Waves of euphoria washed over me as I began peeing out. I looked down at my bulge, and watched shiny wet pee push threw my Boy Scout jeans, and quickly spread across my crotch. I enjoyed the sensation as warm wet pee flowed down the front of my thighs and seeping into the creek. I stood there flooding my underwear until squeezing out my last drop of pee. Then like the other Boy Scouts I happily swam in my uniform at the base of Moonie Falls for the balance of the afternoon. [/c]馃槒
My troop was preparing to hike the Havasu Creek down to Moonie Falls. I tanked up with water to stay hydrated. It was hot, and I continued to drink water as we hiked parallel to Havasu Creek. Our trail was easy, and meandered across the creek from time to time. It was refreshing walking threw the waist deep Havasu Creek. Soon I became pee desperate. At a rest area we met a girl scout troop. The troop leaders decided that it would be more fun for us to hike with the girls. I figured I would just hold, until finding a secluded spot along the trail to re-leave myself.
Walking down the trail, I became overcome with pee desperation. There were too many girls to simply stop and pee on the side of the trail. All I could think about was finding somewhere to pee. I nervously began to think about letting go a pressure relieving spurt of pee in my damp underwear. Just thinking about about it made me become erect. Burning to pee, and now with a bulge growing in my scout jeans, I needed to act. I purposely lagged behind the group. As the last hiker passed me I exploded a short stream of warm pee into my creek damp underwear. I glanced down to see shiny wet pee spread across the the bulge of my damp Boy Scout jeans. It was kind of naughty relieving some pee pressure in my Boy Scout jeans. On the other hand, it felt great, as warm wet pee now soaked my underwear and inner thighs. Not wanting to be obvious, I held back what pee I could and caught up with my group.
As we hiked nearer to Mooney Falls, I was burning to finish peeing. The sound of rushing water only made my desperation worse. At Moonie Falls I found my troop stopping to make camp. Some of the kids were swimming in the pools of water below the falls. Others were standing in line outside the camp restroom. I looked at the restroom line, and only thought about how naughty and fun it would be to just finish peeing in my Boy Scout jeans. I put my gear down and stepped into the creek. I waded deeper into the creek until the water reached my thighs. Finally letting go, I blasted an unrestricted stream of warm wet pee into my underwear. Waves of euphoria washed over me as I began peeing out. I looked down at my bulge, and watched shiny wet pee push threw my Boy Scout jeans, and quickly spread across my crotch. I enjoyed the sensation as warm wet pee flowed down the front of my thighs and seeping into the creek. I stood there flooding my underwear until squeezing out my last drop of pee. Then like the other Boy Scouts I happily swam in my uniform at the base of Moonie Falls for the balance of the afternoon. [/c]馃槒
