August 4th, 2009

I was only 16!

I was only 16! This is not supposed to happen to people my age. It just does not happen. Guys my age just do not do that. I am dreaming. I know it. What can I do now?


These thoughts were running through my head as I realized what I had done. There was no turning back now. The damage was done. It was over with and I had done it now. How could I escape this one? I guess I should explain and start at the beginning...

It was an unusually warm Autumn evening. The rain had fallen softly, almost mist like for hours. Not enough to cancel the evenings events, but enough to make it damp. It was almost midnight and I was with him, that was all that mattered. Richard. Oh, how my heart ached for him. He was perfect in my eyes. His jeans fit him just perfect as his hot body stood before me that evening. In my mind, what a better evening this could have been. Little did I know, that it was about to get interesting.

Richard and I were great friends. He was way straight, and I was a closet case in love with my best friend. He was so good looking though. His body that evening in his tight jeans still haunt my memories. Oh, for him to hold me close and say and do the things that I had wished. How could I know that this evening would end like it did. I was with Richard, so did it all really matter? Or did it.

Richard and I were known for playing tricks on our parents. He was sleeping at my house and I at his, so we could spend the evening running around town and getting into whatever trouble we could. That night I was sleeping over at his home and he at mine. Our parents fell for it every time. We started the evening by chasing 2 beers down very quickly. For my young 16 year old body, that was a lot of beer. I was feeling quite buzzed and almost drunk, but I did not want him to know. I wanted to impress him, so I continued. I knew I should have gone to the bathroom, but I did not want to seem weak, so I held it. By the time the pain started, it had been hours and my beer and water drinking had taken control of my bladder.

Hours had passed since my first beer of the evening with Richard. I did not care for beer, but if Richard said for me to do it, I did out of infatuation of him. He was my best friend and the guy I wanted to be my first. He was so straight though and would never understand. So I did what he said to impress him. That was my weakness. By the time we got in line at the Haunted House I was in desperate need for a bathroom break. There was no bathroom to be seen though. It was mid October and very warm for that time of year. A light mist covered the late night air as we stood in line to be the next victims of the Halloween like festivities. I still remember the trees being ever so perfect in mid change from green to Autumn like colors with the slight crisp of winter being felt in the air to come. A wonderful time, but not for me. I was in pain. The beers I had drank along with the water I had to make the beer less active had not helped. I was getting desperate. I was now 40 to 50 people deep in line to a haunted house with the man that I called my best friend, but also wished privately that was my lover as well. How could I leave all of this to go stand in line for a bathroom break at a port-a-toilet? I could not. I must keep his attention. After all, this is our night of nights. My bladder can wait, I think...

We are now about 10 people from entering the Haunted House. My bladder at this time is past the point of pain and is starting to hurt and hurt bad. I keep getting waves of hurt and uncomfortableness. I am having a hard time not grabbing my penis and holding myself to keep from wetting my jeans. How did I get to this point in life? Oh, yes....Richard. How could I forget. I had it so bad for him. If he only knew. Now, my problem grew worse. I have to piss bad and I am about to enter a Haunted House where they are out to scare you. Not a good mix. Do I have time, NO!! The next 13 people are asked to enter the house. Richard and I are among them. My bladder must wait, as the swelling of it is now causing pain to my other organs. I feel I am seconds from pissing my pants, but I continue on to a what can not be a good situation just for him anyway.

We walk inside. The group leads itself through. Richard and I stay back a bit and I want to grab him out of fear of the surroundings, but also out of desire, but I know I can't. I must keep control of my bladder and not pissing myself right here and now. One scare after another, I am not impressed. Just another fake horror house that is not much to impress with. That is what I thought as I saw the exit sign and I saw the light of the street lights against the mist of the Autumn evening. And that is when it happened...

I thought I was safe. I could see the exit and my safety zone. I had made it through the Haunted House without letting my exploding bladder go in the fear of the house. That is when it happened. A man of some quite big height came up from behind me without a sound and suddenly grabbed me by the throat and put his chain saw up against my swollen body of piss and turned it on. It tickled my skin, but that was not what mattered. In the instant he grabbed me and let his chain saw go into action, everyone in front of me turned around as I let out a scream. They, including Richard, watched as the mad man pretended to hack me up. It was at that moment of surprise that I totally could not hold any longer. Yes, I let go. They all turned around just in time to see my jeans grown ever darker with the wettness of my piss. Richard was watching in amazement as my jeans grew darker and darker in front of him. The relief was out of this world, but doing it in front of him. I was mortified. I just stood there pissing my pants, full on. They all saw it. It was all out now.

I had done it now. I had full on pissed my pants out of fear and holding too long in front of 12 other people and one of them being the guy that held my heart as my best friend and the guy that I wished would be my first sexual partner. I knew he was straight though, but that did not help my situation. I had just pissed my pants. I saw some people watch in amazement as I drained my liquids into my denim. He however seemed to watch in amazement. He then walked towards me, punched the stupid ass guy that grabbed me in the face, grabbed my hand and ran out pulling me and my wet jeans behind him. We made it to the car in seconds as he quickly pulled out and speed down the road. It was then that he spoke for the first time since I had relieved myself in my jeans. He asked if I was OK. I then told him yes, but I was very wet and very embarrassed. He then chuckled and said it would all be OK.

We spent the rest of the long evening talking and hanging out just he and I. My jeans were wet until way into the early morning of the new day. He never brought up my wet jeans or the fact that he had witnessed me peeing my pants. He was nice like that. We just talked about life, love, school, and so forth. He never once made a joke at my expense. It was then that I knew, that he was very aware of my love for him, but that he was not interested in being anything more than a friend. He had been so sensitive to my needs and was so understanding. It was a bonding experience beyond belief. It was then that I knew that he would always be a big part of my heart, but never more than a friend. It took me pissing my jeans in front of him to realize that, but that is life sometimes. I have not seen Richard since 1994. I still to this day wonder what became of him and his life. Had he remembered that night just as well as I had. Was he still the same guy? All I know is he loved me in a way that most friends would not. He took my pain and turned it into an adventure at 16 that I will never forget, wet pants and all.