Date: Thu, 22 Oct 2009 14:33:05 +0000
From: Glen Williams <psycho_syndrom@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pissy Jeans

This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship between
two guys, including their sexual activities and fetish activity which
includes watersports. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason
for you to read such material, you must leave.

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Pissy Jeans

"Shit, shit, shit" thought Greg as he threw items in to boxes and bags. "I
wish my alarm had gone off on time" he said aloud to no one as his flat was
empty besides him. Greg was moving today; leaving behind his flat and
having to move back home to save money while he figured out what to do with
himself. His body was sweating and stretching as he moved around. Greg kept
himself in shape and was tall. His body was like a swimmers, but with less
definition. `Tall and slender' as his mum would say. His longish brown hair
was stuck in strands to his forehead and kept flopping into his blue eyes.
As he was stuffing DVDs into a box, the flat bell rang, alerting Greg that
there was someone at the door. Answering Greg found the man with a van he
had hired, and the guy's son who was going to be helping with the lifting
and carrying.

Greg stuttered out an apology to the man as he tried not to stare at his
son. Standing about six foot and wearing trackie bottoms, a polo shirt and
a cap, the son was stunning. His eyes were bright green and were peering
around Greg at the mess of his belongings piled up behind him. As Greg was
apologising the man cut him off and told Ryan, his son, to get in and help
pack while he went and did another job. He'd be back in an hour and this
would cost extra. Greg hated the sound of that, but was thankful for the
help and the opportunity to chat with the scally boy.

As they packed, Greg discovered that Ryan was 17 and was a student doing an
apprenticeship in plumbing. Greg also explained how he was 24 and just
finished a job teaching at a college, but decided it wasn't for him and
quit at the start of the summer. The more he packed, the more Greg realised
that he really needed to go to the toilet. Excusing himself from Ryan, Greg
went to the flats small toiler and proceeded to undo his flies. Greg, being
a bit of the cheap side, never bought decent quality clothes, never seeing
the point in a label. Unfortunately for him at that point the jeans he was
wearing decided they didn't like him and the zipper stuck in place. Greg
was fighting with it, and managed to break off the tag, but the zipper
stayed stuck in place. Trying to push them down, but failing because of
their skinny style, Greg suddenly realised that it was no good and too
late. His hot piss gushed forward in rapid bursts as he pissed himself for
the first time since he was just a toddler. The hot, wet liquid soaked
quickly through his boxer briefs and ran down his legs in rivulets, making
the front of his jeans wet through and the evidence of his accident obvious
to anyone. The tight jeans clung even closer to his body and showed off
even more clearly his cock bulge, a bulge that was growing as he realised
the predicament he was in. Wet through, in the middle of moving, with a 17
year old scally outside. His clothes were already packed up, so getting a
new pair of jeans wasn't going to be simple.

"Fuck," Greg thought as he stood in his tiny bathroom with soaked jeans and
a hardening cock that he couldn't explain. "What am I going to do now?"

As Greg was pondering his situation there was a knock at the door "Are you
alright in their mate?" Ryan asked, wondering what was taking so long. It
was bad enough that he was giving up his Saturday to help out his dad, but
to get stuck doing all the work while the bloke skived off in the toilet
was taking the piss. "You going to be coming out any time soon? Only I
could do with going myself and we still have lots to do before my dad gets
back" Ryan reasoned through the still closed door.  "I'll be right out"
Greg replied trying to use the bathroom towel to soak some of the mess
up. "Oh fuck it" Greg thought to himself "I'm never going to see this guy
again and there is a perfectly good reason I'm like this." With that in
mind, Greg opened the door to find Ryan stood there.

Ryan immediately looked down at the very wet jeans and the big puddle of
piss on the bathroom floor. He could hear Greg trying to explain that his
jeans got stuck and that it was an accident and that he'd be right out from
getting a new pair. Ryan wasn't listening. He could clearly see that Greg
has a hard on through his jeans and couldn't believe that anyone in the
state that Greg was in could possibly get aroused. This really was taking
it too far. Here was Ryan, working hard on his Saturday while this pervert
slacked off and pissed himself and was likely jerking off over it until
Ryan interrupted him. It was revenge time.

"Just shut up" Ryan snapped at Greg, "look at you. You've got fucking piss
all over your jeans and all over the floor. What are you, some kind of
toilet freak?"

"No, no, it was my jeans, they got caught, just let me go change and we can
get on with packing," Greg replied, a little taken aback by the harsh way
in which the 17 year old chav had spoken to him.

"Before you get changed, I think we should document the evidence so I can
show my dad when he gets back that he left me with some perv," said Ryan,
laughing as he got out his camera phone and started taking pictures of the
soaked and now rapidly humiliated Greg. "Hahaha, these are so going up on
the net" giggled Ryan as he shot more pictures.

"Please stop it, come on, a laughs a laugh, but I just want to get changed
now," Greg uttered as he tried to hide his face from the camera's
clicking. "Don't do anything with those pictures, it was just an accident,
come on mate, everyone has accidents from time to time."

"What are they worth?" Said Ryan as he stopped clicking and looked at Greg.

"What do you mean? I don't have much money, but I don't want anyone to see
them. It's worth anything. If those pictures got out and people I knew saw
them, I'd never live it down" sad Greg, becoming almost tearful as he
spoke.

"Anything eh?" Snickered Ryan as a plan formed in his mind. "How about you
pay me back the only way a perv like you knows how? How about you pay me
with your mouth for starters?"

Now Greg was really taken aback, was this 17 year old scally bastard really
propositioning him and using it as blackmail? Greg found that his cock
sprung to full mast just thinking about the idea. The idea of a 17 year old
lad using his mouth and pumping his throat full of tasty teen boy cum was a
fantasy that he had long imagined but never acted on, especially seen as he
had been a teacher and so teen cum had been strictly off limits. But now,
here was his chance, even if it was forced and to try and stop everyone
thinking he was an incontinent weirdo.

"Well?" said Ryan impatiently, "Are you going to be doing this or do I
start texting these pictures to anyone and everyone?"

Greg dropped to his knees. He was vaguely aware of his jeans soaking up the
piss puddle that had been on the floor. He slowly crawled towards Ryan,
only for the teen to back off. Had Greg been mistaken? He suddenly panicked
and imagined he'd made everything worse. But Ryan had other plans for Greg.

"That puddle of piss is disgusting. You're meant to be moving out. You
can't leave it like that. It's a mess. I think you need to clean it up."
Ryan said with a strange glint in his eye.

"You want me to clean?" replied a very confused Greg.

"Yeah, but not with any mop and bucket mate. Seems to me that seen as you
missed the toilet first time round you should get another chance" said
Ryan, still playing with his phone. "I think you need to get down there and
drink it all up so that next time, you go in the right place."

Greg was mortified, sucking on some cock was one thing, but sucking up his
own piss from the bathroom floor? That was not going to happen.

"No way" said Greg, fuelled with indignation.

"Do it or you know what happens" replied Ryan, waving his phone and
laughing.

Defeated, Greg lowered his head and gingerly stuck out his tongue. Telling
himself over and over that it was just piss, and his piss at that, hardly a
big deal, he started licking, slurping and sucking up the mess he had
made. While he did this, Ryan knelt, grabbing the back of Greg's head and
started to move Greg's head all over the floor, wiping his face in the piss
and covering Greg in the luke warm liquid.

"Ha ha, drink it up you dirty perv," grinned Ryan as he started to enjoy
the idea that he had this older professional at his mercy.

Greg was equally beginning to enjoy himself, but he couldn't explain why.
His cock was rock hard and hurting in his tight still wet jeans and his
face, wet and messy as it was getting was half smiling as he realised how
he had submitted so easily to this over confident teen. He couldn't explain
why he was enjoying it, but he did know why he was doing it. He was doing
it because he loved it, because he'd always wanted this, because he needed
this.

Ryan was getting bored of rubbing the older man's face into his piss puddle
and decided to take things a step even further.

"Seems like you really like that perv, maybe I can help you out. Maybe I
can give you some more eh?" Ryan sneered as he let go of Greg's head and
stood up. "You've drunk almost all yours, now, let's see if you can deal
with the load I've been holding in."

With that Ryan slowly lowered his tracksuit bottoms, revealing his tasty
teen package confined in yellow cotton briefs. Looking up from the floor,
Greg couldn't believe that this teen was turning him on so much. Standing
over him was roughly 6 foot of teen. Greg could see the smirk on the youths
face, his cheek bones high and his face sharp.  Not only had he just
humiliated him by making him drink his own piss, but now he was going to
make him drink his. Plus, he was wearing briefs. For as long as he could
remember, whenever he found himself attracted to guys, Greg had found that
boys in briefs did it for him every single time. The bulge at the front,
usually allowing a good idea of the cock beneath then the cling at the back
showing off the curves of the wearers arse. To Greg, nothing was hotter
than seeing a dude in briefs standing over him slowly massaging his teen
cock mound and that was the exact sight that greeted Greg now.

Ryan didn't even know what he was doing. He didn't like guys; he'd never
done anything with a guy. But there was something about seeing this
helpless bloke on his knees in front of him, covered in piss, seeing how
his face was flushed with embarrassment and lust; it was turning him the
fuck on. His cock was quickly hardening in his briefs. He was glad that he
had worn them today. They were his favourite pair. Yellow and tight. No
girl who had ever seen his in them had ever said no. And now, he was kinda
happy to see, they had the same effect on blokes as well. Moving his hand
over the bulge and slowly stroking along the shaft and towards the trapped
head he looked down at Greg and smiled to see that the former teacher was
literally drawling looking at him.

"Come on then Sir" mocked Ryan, playing on the fact that he was the age of
a student who Greg could have taught, "get that mouth round my dick and let
me see if the old saying is true about guys being better than girls at
giving head."

Greg moved, as if in a trance, he moved his mouth forward and up, licking
the cock he could feel through the briefs. It was like a dream come true
for Greg. Sucking off a hot teen through his underwear, knowing that he was
going to soon get even more from the object in his mouth, it was as if he'd
died and gone to heaven. It was at this moment that Ryan decided he
couldn't hold off any longer and decided to start pissing. His piss stream
burst through his briefs and in to Greg's waiting mouth. Greg didn't know
why he did it, but rather than spit it out he found himself drinking the
acrid liquid that filled his mouth. He was literally gulping down the piss
of the teen boy who was meant to be helping him move. And he was doing it
all in the knowledge that it had all begun because he'd been caught after
having a stupid accident because of his shit jeans. Thank god for those
jeans.

"Drink up perv" signed Ryan, almost losing himself in the strange lust of
having a grown man on his knees drinking away at his 17 year old cock as he
pissed down his throat. "You love my piss don't you? Come on, tell me, tell
me how much you like drinking it, tell me how much you like tasting my
nasty teenage piss" groaned Ryan.

Greg gulped at the slowing piss stream, "I like it, I love it, I want this,
and it's just so good." Greg almost spilt some of the piss in his mouth as
he told Ryan how much he liked what he was doing. And the weird thing was,
after worrying that it might make him sick or something, he really did. As
he was on his knees sucking away and drinking down the hot tangy piss, he
realised that was what he wanted to do. All the time. He needed to be a
toilet for Ryan.

"Mmmmmm, Piiiiissssssss" groaned Greg.

"That's right perv, lots of piss, piss for you straight from my juicy teen
knob," replied Ryan, "I bet you've wanted to do this for ages, haven't you?
Take some teen piss down your dirty throat. I bet you didn't quit that
teaching job you told my dad about, I bet you fucking got caught with some
pupil trading his cock for grades. Dirty perv teacher getting it on with
his pupil. Is that what happened, taking some pupil piss and get caught
out?" Ryan sneered out the last words as his cock dribbled out the last of
his piss.

It was all rubbish, but the dirty talk was really turning Greg on. He
started to rub himself through his wet jeans; his zipper was still stuck
and there was no way for him to get to his throbbing cock while the tasty
teen in front of him voiced the fantasies that had plagued his dreams since
he first stepped into a classroom. The faces of some of his former students
flashed through Greg's mind as he though on Ryan's words, some of his
pupils had been so fit, the geeky students with their quiet cuteness, the
scene kids with their floppy hair and the sporty chav types. He'd taught
them all. What if he had acted on some of those dreams? The things he could
have done if he'd been braver, the piss he could have tasted, the missed
cum he could have gobbled, and the other things he'd always considered too
disgusting to even really think about.

With his piss stream having stopped, Ryan slipped his wet briefs down and
shoved his cock down Greg's throat hard. Greg gagged on the teens 6 and
half inches, but tried his hardest to swallow the hard dick being shoved
down his throat. He wasn't that experienced at deep throating, but he knew
enough to breath trough his nose. Ryan on the other hand had now completely
lost it. This guy was obviously a dirty gay perv and he was completely in
Ryan's power. Ryan was groaning with pleasure as he pumped his teen cock in
and out of Greg's saliva dripping mouth. This was the best blowjob he had
ever had Ryan thought, and all because I don't give a shit. With girls
there is no way I could force myself down their throats this roughly or
this far he thought as he once again plunged his cock into the warm throat
in front of him.

"This is so damn hot" Greg thought to himself as he felt the teen prick
once again attack his throat. As he coughed and spluttered and dripped spit
on to Ryan's crotch he couldn't help but smile up at the thrusting teen.

"I don't know what you're smiling at you perv, you think this is funny?"
Ryan shouted as he pumped even harder into Greg's throat. As he increased
the speed and the force his balls slapped Greg's chin and his pubes brushed
against Greg's face. Greg's smile faded as his mouth was taken up
completely with hard 17 year old teenage cock.

With a groan of "fuck yesssssss" Ryan dumped his spunk straight down the
throat of the older guy on his knees in front of him. Whipping his cock
back he spurted again and again all over Greg's face. "Take my spunk you
cum dumpster. Take my spunk all over your perv face."

Greg could taste the spunk. It was everywhere. White and creamy and salty
and the most wonderful thing that he had ever tasted as it coursed out of
the cock on to his face. Teen spunk was made for him. Ryan's spunk was made
for him. Without even touching his own hard cock he could feel himself
spurting into his own tight boxer briefs, his cum rewetting the jeans that
had got him into this situation.

"You loved that didn't you perv?" Ryan asked Greg as he pulled his wet
briefs up and then pulled his trackie bottoms over them.

"Yeah...yeah, I really did" Greg replied, out of breath and exhausted from
his throat fucking.

"Well, maybe this job doesn't need to be the last time that we see each
other, maybe I'll keep these pictures of you, just in case" Ryan said with
a wink, having really enjoyed his introduction to the world of gay sex with
this older submissive guy.

"Anytime" replied Greg, already imagining what it would be like to take the
teen dick up his arse.

"Right, back to work then. I think you should keep those jeans on, just
hope my dad doesn't notice the smell" Ryan joked towards Greg.

"And what about you, those briefs of yours are hardly spring fresh" Greg
said, trying out a joke of his own.

"Yeah, guess I did get a bit carried away, but still, they'll dry out with
some work. Talking of which, let's get back to it" Ryan said, laughing at
his own predicament.

No more was said about the incident in the bathroom and the lads quickly
finished what they were doing before Ryan's dad returned. A few hours later
the move was complete and Ryan and his dad left with a handshake.

As Greg walked in to his parent's house, he felt a vibration run through
his leg. He'd received a text message. He took out his phone and checked
it. The number wasn't registered in his phone.

"Today was fun. We are going to do it again. U R going to serve me again. U
R going to drink my piss again and eat up my spunk. And then, maybe I've
got some other plans for you. I'll contact you when. Ryan."

Greg's cock hardened in his jeans at the message. He couldn't wait to see
Ryan again.


So what do people think? What should happen next? More piss play or perhaps
some other stuff? Should someone else get involved? Maybe Ryan knows some
of Greg's former pupils or has a younger or older brother who could get
involved?

Let me know some ideas and maybe I'll work them in:
psycho_syndrom@hotmail.com