Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2011 16:24:21 -0800
From: webbrohmer@hotmail.com
Subject: The Adventures of Pete Pants

This is a tale, written by an adult and intented for adult reading. If
you're not a legal adult where you live, if this subject matter is illegal,
or if you are offended by male/male sex, don't read any further.

URINATION/RAUNCH - adult M2M sex  Copyright 2011 webbrohmer@hotmail.com


The CASE OF THE CRAB

I love pee and I love playing with it. One of my favorite ways to play with
it is to hold it for as long as possible-then wear it.

My plan for today was to hydrate myself to near desperation before meeting
a buddy, Sam, for dinner. I'd also taken a long, intense bike ride and
hydrated for that too. Then, dinner, a drink and more glasses of water,
followed by squirming and under-the-table clutching until my kidneys
ached. At that point, I'd excuse myself and carefully walk to the Mens
Room. There, I'd carefully fumble with my fly while allowing dribbles and
spurts down my pant legs. If I decided to get my dick out-thunderous relief
through my semi-hard hose. Or I would sit on the toilet and happily pee
myself through my jeans.

At least that was the plan. Those plans got changed in an unexpected way.

All because of a little crab.

The first stage of my plan was going well: nearly-full bladder on the bus,
savoring the bumps and jolts of the ride. And the 10-minute walk from the
bus stop through the crowded Pike Place Market to the waterfront restaurant
where I was meeting Sam.

I'd gotten off the bus and was crossing Second at Pike, toward the
Market. The crosswalk was filled with people, mainly tourists soaking up
picturesque Seattle so they weren't looking down. I happened to look over
to the curb cut across from me when I saw it, crawling down the ramp-a
reddish crab, oblivious to the legs and feet hurrying past.

Not only was the waterfront the OTHER direction, but he'd never make it
across Second before the light changed and the cars turned him into a sea
gull snack.

 "Hey, little buddy; you need help." I knelt and he crawled into my
palm. Now safe, I folded my hand over him, clasped my other hand on top and
hurried toward the waterfront.

He was about the size of a ping-pong ball with a flat reddish-brown
shell. His antenna and feathery legs tickled and the little sharp points on
the shell prickled in my hands.

 "Ok, now what?" Good question. All I knew about crabs was that some were
for salad and others were for cakes, but this one was too small for
either. Nor he could keep crawling east, away from the waterfront, but I
had to admire his determination. Back into the water he'd go. I could still
get to the restaurant in time to meet Sam.

As I walked toward Elliott Bay my bladder sloshed. Instinctively, I grabbed
myself with my free hand. Big mistake! My right hand wrapped around Buddy,
but I couldn't clench too tightly. This left an opening between my thumb
and forefinger, big enough for him to crawl through. I had to clamp my free
hand over the other to keep him from crawling out. All I could do was
grunt, clench my teeth and keep going. Through the Pike Place Market, down
the back stairs, across the parking lot beneath the viaduct and Alaskan Way
to the piers.

Still no place I could take him. Elliott Bay and the piers were fenced off
about 3 to 5 feet above water level. I could just walk to the edge and toss
him over, but I could just see a shrieking gull swoop down and snatch Buddy
before he hit the water. Tossing him into the Bay would be a good last
resort but there had to be something else.

Two piers north I saw the Seattle Aquarium. Perfect.

"Hang on, li'l buddy. I think you've got a new home." Buddy waved his
antennae and tried to crawl between my hands again. I started off, torn
between my growing urgency and my desire to savor my desperation while
being a good Samaritan to a crab.

Luck was with me. The sign on the door said the Aquarium closed at 6:00. My
watch said a few minutes prior. I kicked at the Handicapped button and the
door slowly swung outward.

A security guard approached. "Sir? We're closing in a few minutes."

"This shouldn't take long." I opened my hands long enough for the guard to
see as I explained the situation. "Thought you might have a place for him
here."

"Let's see." He turned back to the admissions desk. As I caught up to him,
he was already talking to one of the women behind the counter.

"Awww, that's sweet," she said. The other one picked up the mike. "Staff
member to the lobby, please."

They watched Buddy wave his antennae as I tried to keep him safe, all the
while wishing one of them would offer to take him.

"What's up, Rosa?"

We turned at the arrival of a handsome twenty-something appetizer. Rosa
explained while I, grinning somewhat proudly, displayed Buddy again.

"Interesting," was all he said. Then, with a shrug, "I think I know. This
way."

"Thanks, Ben," Rosa replied as he guided me out.

Ben escorted me into the main aquarium area as we exchanged names. His full
name was Ben Sakamura. While he did have the slight build and almond eyes
of an Asian, his skin was darker and his hair was tight and kinky on his
head. Equally dark chest hair sworled above the opening of his rugby
shirt. His voice was soft and clear and his gestures were animated. My
gaydar went off the minute I saw him and it pinged louder the more time I
spent with him. Things could get interesting.

We passed a tank full of ghostly moon jellies while Ben chatted away about
sexual dimorphism. "It's too young to tell if it's a male or female. With
some species, it's even hard to differentiate between them as adults."

"Perhaps they have something like gaydar." I grunted as I felt a piss
contraction.

Ben turned to look at me and smiled. "Want me to hold it while you go to
the restroom?"

"What?" I almost peed myself in surprise.

 "The crab. I can hold it for you while you go. There's a restroom down
that way." He pointed down a corridor.

"You can't just take him?"

"It's a two-handed job."

The more I thought, the more I wanted to see where this was going. It
looked like I had to stick around anyway. "I can hold it."

"OK; you're on." He shrugged and walked on, pinching at his crotch.

The cute little bastard wanted a piss-holding contest. I was more than
willing to match him dribble for dribble. As a veteran of many such
contests, I'd learned that nobody actually loses; they're too much fun.

"We have a tidal pool exhibit," Ben told me. "Your little friend's a
helmet crab and he'd do well there." I thought of another little friend of
mine and where it would do well.

We walked out of the dank corridor into an open arcade. "Tide pool," he
pointed to the left, "but he should be quarantined for a day or
so. Crawling away from the seawater's not normal behavior. He could've got
confused, but he could also have parasites or a fungus. Or maybe," he
grabbed himself again, "somebody just changed their mind about a free
souvenir."

I saw my opening. "Maybe he likes being abnormal. Nothing wrong with that."

Ben gave me a look that showed I'd scored that point. "In here." We'd
stopped at a metal door just past the tide pool exhibit. The arcade opened
back into the aquarium. He punched in a code and pushed the door open. It
was heavy and needed a hand to push down the handle and another to open
it. There was no way someone could open it one-handed, or even with both
hands occupied. I followed him in as he switched on fluorescent lights.

The room was small, cool, damp and smelled briny, like most of the
aquarium. I saw two long lab tables with 10-gallon aquariums sitting on
them, a sink, and a refrigerator. The walls were lined with shelves with
more tanks and lab equipment on them.

"Our lab. I'll put him in a tank." Ben tugged at his crotch again through
his dark blue slacks. "He's not normally an air-breather, so we need to get
him wet as soon as possible.

Lucky crab. "You got a restroom here?"

He nodded his head as he carried one of the small tanks to the sink. "Along
the back there. We've also got a sink here and a drain in the floor." He
glanced down at my crotch, then back up at me. "Believe it or not, a lot of
guys pee right here. It's more fun." He smirked as he turned to the sink to
fill the tank. I needed to keep my hands clasped over Buddy but the sounds
of the running water was too much. I clapped my knees together as hot
liquid leaked between my legs. My dick stiffened at the prospect of peeing
down my pant leg but my face burned to my ears.

Ben, his back to me, bounced up and down and clutched himself again. "How
you doin'?"

"Leakin'."

 "Have to add some brine solution and mix it. Just a few more minutes."

I grunted and got myself back under control. "You look desperate."

"Wouldn't've stopped in the lobby but I was right there; then something
more interesting happened."

A whimper escaped me; I really really wanted to pee my pants, right now,
but I wanted him too, also. My now-damp erection helped to stop my own leak
and my black jeans hid the wet spots. Ben's dark slacks wouldn't show much
either.

He must be getting close, too. He grunted and clenched his knees together
as he finished his duties at the sink. He bounced again on his heels before
turning around. "Saline level's good, temp's fine. Tank's ready. Is Buddy?"

Clenching my teeth, I carefully stepped to the counter and lowered my hands
into the water. Buddy swam away.

By now, my bladder ached, my kidneys ached, even my ureter ached, despite
the pee dribbling out. With no underwear, there was nothing to absorb my
pee except my jeans.

"Swimming good." Ben fastened a screen across the top and flipped a
toggle. An air pump started bubbling. "Better wash your hands. They can
carry disease."

I glanced down at the glistening spot slowly spreading in my crotch. The
next thing I looked at was the bulge in Ben's pants.

The water, running into the sink, onto my hands, did it. As I washed my
hands my bladder failed. Hot piss erupted down my leg. I could have stopped
sooner but the sudden rush felt so good I peed for a minute or so before
pinching off the flow. A lump of marble on my crotch threatened to rip off
the buttons on my fly. I turned to look for Ben.

He straddled the drain, hands shoved into his pants pockets, a stream of
piss trickling into the drain between his legs. He looked at me and
grinned. "You lost."

"I went first but we're both enjoying the show."

His grin widened. He suddenly looked so cute...so hot...so willing. I
wasn't going to let this chance pass. "But you won, fair and square. Since
I've got a lot left you tell me where to put it."

Ben unbuckled his pants and spread them open. Soaked tighty whities came
into view, his hard dick visible through the wet cotton. He actually made
wearing underwear look good.

Eagerly, I dropped my jacket and yanked my shirt off, then ripped open my
jeans as I approached. My unrestrained and eager rarely-private part sprung
out. Ben pulled me to him as our pants slid to our knees. He grabbed my
stone fountain and stuffed it up the leg of his briefs.

I started a flow. Body heat washed down our legs. Ben yanked off his own
shirt before pulling us tighter and moaning as my bladder emptied into his
underwear. Several gallons of piss later, I stopped. Between the feel of
our hairy torsos pressed together and my pissing into his underwear, I felt
as though I'd just had an incredible orgasm.

"Pull 'em up."

I didn't need to be told twice. I yanked up my jeans while Ben squeezed a
glassful of my pee out of his briefs before pushing them, and his slacks,
to his ankles.

"Hehehe." He stuffed his wet hose next to mine and buttoned us
together. Both hoses were side-by-side, wet and hard against my belly.

He released a short, sharp breath and piss flooded my balls and poured down
my legs. Ben grabbed my goatee, pulling my face to his. We stroked each
other's torsos while his own piss soaked my pants. He had broad, firm pecs
and a flat, muscular belly tapering to a wasp waist, all nicely enhanced by
body hair. The texture of his chest and the tang of his pee made me want to
blow a load right then.

The stream trickled to a stop. "We're wet in all the right places," he
whispered. "Mount me." I pushed my jeans off my hips without unbuttoning
them. He turned around and dropped to his hands and knees, right in the
piss puddle emptying into the drain.

A dog in heat I was, right behind. I spread him wide and my hard cock,
slick with piss and a generous amount of pre-cum, slid in. I stopped at his
sphincter. Ben exhaled sharply, twice, and I felt him relax. Now I pushed
deeper. He braced himself and met my thrust.

"Pound my wet hole."

"Gonna fill you up."

 "Fuck yeah!"

I banged and pounded, almost senseless with lust. Much too soon I felt
something gathering in my balls.

 "Fuck yeah! Now!" I blasted, filling his guts with my cum. Ben pounded his
own cock and, screaming, jizzed into the piss on the floor. His arms
collapsed and he slid, face sideways, into the puddle.

I held onto his hips to keep me inside him and his ass clenched me. We both
knew what was next. I peed a load up his tight smooth ass.

Finally, I pulled out as my knees gave way. I leaned forward, resting
across his back, my hands stroking and caressing his torso, playing among
his chest hair. He was ass-up and I smelled cum and piss and his hole as my
juices dribbled out of him.

We stayed that way until the piss got cold and I heard my cell phone ring
in my jacket. Reluctantly, I broke contact, patting his smooth, firm
asscheeks before wobbling to my feet.

"You'll need the washroom too, won't you?"

"I should clean up here first."

Upon my return, he was still sprawled on the floor, ass up, pants down, a
blissed-out look on his face. His look and the body smells got me hard
again. But I really had to go.

"Need help?"

"I'll hose down the floor; part of my regular duties anyway."

I gave his wet butt a playful slap. "This was all part of that?"

Ben pushed himself off the floor. "It's a perk." He clasped his hands
around my neck and drew me close. Silently we kissed; his lips were soft
and his tongue was expert. I stoked his chest hair and tweaked a nipple,
relishing our final moment.

Reluctantly I broke off as I stiffened inside my soaked jeans. "I've got a
dinner date."

"You're pretty wet."

"He'll either laugh his ass off or piss himself with jealously...or
both. If I'm lucky."

Ben gave me directions to the nearest exit as he kicked off his soaked
pants and briefs. The last I saw of him he was dragging a small hose over
to the drain, naked to his socks and shoes. His own hose was still thick.

Once outside, I pulled out my cell phone. Sam had called so I called him
back.

"Hey, Sam...got delayed, be there in a few....I'll tell ya when I get
there. Go ahead and order something if you want. But no crab cakes."