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Doodle Story: A Memory Relived

The dog was still new to this whole experience. He had done it in public once before and it ended up with him rimming and fucking some canine he never met. Not that he minded any of it, but he was still a bit uncomfortable with his fetish in public. So Wyley figured it was best to please himself at home, away from any wondering eyes. The buff rottweiler was standing in the kitchen now, drinking a tall glass of soda without even pausing for a breath. Once the burly canine finished, he slammed the glass down and exhaled, breathing heavily. He already desperately needed to pee, but he was refusing to use the bathroom. Wyley was eager to flood his pants with urine; he wanted to feel that orgasmic sense of relief as he had an accident after holding it for so long. The rottweiler grunted as he held his crotch, panting softly as he squeezed his groin and tried to bottle it all up. Wyley walked through the living room, checking once again that the doors were locked and the windows were closed. It was nighttime now and all the blinds were shut; no one would see what he was about to do.

Wyley stepped towards the couch and sat down, breathing heavily as he turned on the television. The dog acted casually, pretending that his bladder wasn't full at all. He put his footpaws on the table, flipping through channels until he found something good he could watch. To his surprise, the TV wasn't filled with shows involving someone urinating or dumping water onto the ground or anything else that would antagonize his bladder. It was quite ironic; Wyley wanted to suffer from desperation, and yet nothing was on TV that would make him explode. Thankfully, the Discovery channel was currently showing a program involving some birds and a massive waterfall. When Wyley saw the program, he slowly grinned widely and put the remote control down. The bulky rottweiler sighed heavily and listened to the soothing sounds of the waterfall and relaxed himself. His bladder was still full, but the dog was subconsciously trying to hold it all back. Suddenly, a small fraction of his brain urged him to just let it all out. After all, it was his apartment. So what if a stain showed up on the couch? Wyley exhaled again and started to feel a warm spot grow onto his boxers. The yellow fluids began to flow out of his penis. Suddenly, Wyley shouted and grabbed his crotch.

Wyley wanted to pee all over his jeans, but there was just something about the desperation that made him feel more turned-on. He could still remember the incident back at the gym where he and his friend Craig were forced to pee their pants because the gym's toilets were out of order. It wasn't just the wetting that he enjoyed; it was the concept of holding it in for so long. So Wyley hopped off the couch and started to walk around the apartment, growling with frustration as he held his groin. Panting, he leaned against the counter in the kitchen and forced himself to think of anything that would help soothe his bladder trauma. Naturally, that only made the situation worse. Several embarrassing memories that he'd rather forget seemed to enter his mind. He remembered the time where he wet the bed when he was five after he drank too much soda, despite his mom telling him multiple times not to. He remembered the time he was taking a test in middle school and wound up flooding his jeans. His teacher had warned the students to go to the bathroom beforehand, but Wyley hadn't listened, in large part because he was too busy trying to throw his pencil up at the ceiling so it'd get stuck.

Wyley closed his eyes and growled menacingly, crouching down as the pain intensified. He was so tempted to let it all out right now; he was standing on tiles too. If he peed himself right now, all he'd need was a sponge and a few paper towels to clean up the mess. The dog actually felt more urine seep out of his cock as he crouched down, and the stain in his bowers was growing. Wyley shook his head and stood back up, mentally telling himself that he would hold it. But the memories didn't stop. He kept thinking about all the accidents he had in his life until finally he remembered a trademark one that arguably got him into this fetish in the first place. Wyley was a football player in high school; he joined the team when he was a senior. However, one night when Wyley was playing an important game, he had to pee badly. But Wyley was so determined to win that he didn't even call a time out or fake some injury just so he could slink off to the restroom. He didn't even go during halftime. And just when the game was about to end, Wyley realized he could hold it no longer. As he crouched down and faced the opposing team, Wyley grunted a few times and just let it all out. He flooded his pants so fast and so hard that the urine actually hissed on the way out. Wyley sighed with relief as the warm fluids flooded his cup, and then leaked out into his football pants and then the field.

What shocked Wyley was that he wasn't even embarrassed. When two of the players from the other team saw the piss dripping from his pants, Wyley just grinned. It was almost like he was proud that he wet himself. Wyley didn't remember if anyone else saw him, but even if they did, no one cared, because he wound up scoring the winning touchdown. Just thinking about that glorious moment made Wyley hard. He had forgotten all about his desperation and was simply remembering how wonderful that day was. And that's when a great idea came to mind. Why did he have to fantasize about that day when he could reenact it right here and now? Wyley snickered to himself before he departed into his room. Still bottling up his urine, the canine opened up his closet and glanced at his football clothes sitting in the back of the room. Sometimes Wyley and his friends would gather together and play football with actual jerseys and football pants on. Sometimes they even wore helmets and padding, pretending that they were playing a live game like they used to back in high school. But Wyley didn't need most of the accessories; he just took out his football pants and green jersey with his name on it, along with his green helmet.

Wyley struggled as he changed out of his jeans and T-shirt. He almost flooded his boxers right before he switched to his football pants. But the canine managed to get them on before he let go too soon. After putting on his tight pants, Wyley put his jersey and helmet on, looking like an older version of his high school self. The dog grunted twice as he crossed his legs and put his paw around his crotch. He could feel those memories coming back to him in some form of nostalgia. Wyley gritted his teeth and growled as he slowly walked into the living room, his bladder ready to burst. The hot urine was leaking out a little, adding another damp spot to his boxers, which were starting to reek of musk. The big dog exhaled a few times before he wagged his short tail and grunted again. He couldn't hold it for another second; he was gonna go right now. Panting, Wyley stood beside the couch and clutched his groin one last time, believing he could actually hold some of the piss back. But when Wyley felt something warm dripping onto his paw, he knew he failed. The rottweiler closed his eyes and let out a long sigh as he began to wet himself.

The dog heard a loud hiss and removed his paw, shaking some of the urine off of it. The helmet screwed up his vision a little, but Wyley could still see the stain spreading around his greyish-white pants. The warm urine was already skittering down his furry legs and would inevitably create a small puddle on the floor. Reenacting his high school memory, Wyley grinned and crouched down, his ass bulging against the tight football pants. Wyley could almost see the guy from the other team; he never forgot the puzzled and disgusted look on the brown lizard's face. Still grinning, the rottweiler continued to wet his pants, the yellow fluids dripping onto the floor. Some of the piss was sliding down his thighs and the back of his pants, which made his buttocks wet and musky too. Wyley blinked and growled before he looked down to see his mess. The urine was audibly descending onto the carpet, creating a small yellow puddle between his footpaws that was rapidly expanding. The giant stain on his pants was darker than ever, and even had a small yellow tint to it. Wyley sniffed the air a few times and moaned, loving the pleasing smell of the musky urine.

Wyley wiggled his toes as the urine started to drip onto his footpaws. To his surprise, he was actually pissing his pants harder than he did back in high school. Even though Wyley soaked his pants, most of the urine was contained within the material; the puddle in-between his legs weren't very big. But as Wyley looked down now, he could see that the puddle was expanding very fast, and he was still peeing. The dog was going so hard that his ass was visibly wet. Some of the pee was actually dripping from the backside of his pants and creating another puddle. Wyley listened to the intense splattering and growled deeply. He grabbed his crotch and rubbed the hot piss all around his groin, which was soaked beyond belief. The canine looked down and watched as the glistening yellow fluids bled through his football pants and created an even bigger puddle that was almost touching his footpaws. The musky smell was so strong his mouth practically watered. He felt so content and relieved, loving not only the warmth around his groin, but the satisfaction of releasing all the fluids that had been held back for over an hour now. It was all so exhilarating that he couldn't stand it.

"Fffffffuck...yes...that feels so much better..." he moaned.

Unfortunately, the wondrous moment couldn't last forever. After peeing for a lengthy amount of time, the dog finally began to stop. He could feel less urine descending from his dick onto the carpet, and the puddle wasn't getting bigger. Wyley was still rubbing his groin though, his mind distracted by the comforting smell and the warmth. The dog took off his helmet with his free paw and put it on the table near the couch. Panting, Wyley continued to rub his crotch very hard, squeezing some of the urine from his underwear and pants. Suddenly, a small bulge started to form in his pants. His cock began to elongate as it was filled with blood. Wyley rubbed his erection a few times before he stuck his paw into his pants and started to rub. The dog stood up, leaving a small trail of piss behind him, and sat down on the couch with an audible squish. Moaning and panting, Wyley started to rub his thick red cock faster and faster, unable to control himself. Wyley stopped for a brief moment so he could undo his pants and pull his cock out. The massive muscular rottweiler stared at his lengthy shaft and began to rub it once more.

Wyley flared his nostrils constantly, breathing in the alluring scent of his wet pants and the musk emanating from his body. He bent down a little and sniffed deeply, trying to take in as much of the warm smell as possible. He moaned quietly as he squeezed his dick hard; the last time he felt this way was when he was in that locker room with Cody. Something in his mind just took over, and the next thing he knew he was on the floor sniffing another dog's wet musky ass. Wyley could already feel himself on the verge of reaching an orgasm and he hadn't even been pawing off for long. Maybe it was a sign that he was getting more comfortable with his fetish. Whatever the reason, Wyley closed his eyes and growled deeply, almost like a feral dog. He opened his eyes and started to pant quickly. He was gonna cum. The dog held his throbbing shaft and rubbed it very slowly as the semen shot through his urethra. He quickly pointed his dick back at an angle so it was aimed as his green jersey. Then he gritted his teeth and stopped rubbing. The white ejaculate shot out of his dick very quickly, splattering onto his sports jersey audibly. The milky fluids came out in thick gooey torrents, which were already starting to seep into the jersey's material.

Wyley watched all the slimy semen spew out of his penis before he exhaled a few times and began to calm down. He smiled as he stared at the last bit of cum gradually ooze out of his penis and slide down the copulatory organ. The dog let go of his dick before he rubbed the piss and some of the semen on his paw against his wet pants. As Wyley looked down at the aftermath, he frowned. Logic began to flood back into his brain; the dog remembered that he just pissed all over the same football pants he wears whenever he plays football with his friends. And if that wasn't bad enough, the cum on his jersey was already beginning to dry; it'd take a while for him to get the stains out.

"Shit...guess I better buy a new outfit tomorrow."

Wyley could easily just wash his clothes and try to cover up the mess, but he didn't want to. He wanted to keep his wet pants so that if the urge to piss himself struck again, he'd have a set of pants to go in. Why waste a good pair of pants when he could just "reuse" them in the future? As for the jersey...well, Wyley figured he shouldn't wash that either. He'd just wait until everything dried and then stash his clothes in the closet. Now whenever Wyley opened his closet, he could glance at his stained clothes, smell the faint musk coming from them, and remember what he did on this glorious night.