Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 14:49:38 -0500 (EST)
From: Matt0272@aol.com
Subject: Jorge (watersports)

Jorge  and I first met in a downtown bar one evening.  He was, I thought, a
very good looking  dude, maybe half an inch shorter than me and a very trim
man.  At first we did casual chat about where  we both where from and
things like that.  He'd moved to the city from upstate New York several years
ago, about the  same time that I moved from the Midwest.  Eventually, our
conversation turned from the past to the present and to  what we get into other
than work.  Jorge asked if I was into just vanilla or did I have a kinky side
 too.
"I've  gotten into kinky things a few times."
"What  sort of kinky things?"
"A  little bit of bondage and some watersports."
"Do  you ever combine the two?"
"Haven't yet.  I'll sort of take that back, when I was  about 11 a buddy
and I got into some bondage, a cowboy and indian kinda  thing.  He had me tied
up to a tree  when I realized I had to pee.  He  didn't want to release me.
 It  surprised me that it was fun when I finally did start pissing in my
jeans.  There wasn't anything overtly sexual  about it."
"That's cool.  The only kink I've done is a little  watersports.  Would
like to get into  it somewhat more some time."
By  then it was getting late and both of us had a full days work coming up
in the  morning.  So we said goodnight with  the thought that we would meet
again soon.
It was  a couple weeks later before we met up again.  Jorge was eager to
get together but  there was the problem of where.  He  lived with his brother
and sister-in-law and, while they occasionally went to  the shore for the
weekend, he didn't think they would within the next several  weekends.  I was
living by myself in  the third floor apartment of a fairly big 1880s house
so I invited him to my  place, which he thought was a very good idea.  This
was Wednesday evening so I invited  him to come over on Saturday afternoon
and said, if he wanted, he could stay  over through Sunday.
Jorge  showed up at my place just after 2:00 on Saturday afternoon.  I had
thought from the first time we met  that he was a very handsome, trim man and,
when he entered the apartment, I  decided he wasn't just handsome, he was
gorgeous.  The denim jacket he was wearing looked  like it had been tailored
for him and his 501 jeans were skin tight.  A blue denim shirt, a gray
t-shirt and  engineer boots completed the outfit.  I suspected that he was wearing
a jock strap as his package was  firm.
"Welcome to my abode." I  said.  "That outfit makes you look  even sexier
than I remember."
"Hi!  You're looking good too.  I just bought the jeans for this  occasion.
 They'd only been washed  and worn once."
"You're hoping to get them  wet I assume."
"Yeah.  It'll be first for me.  The only thing I've worn while pissing
myself has been my jock strap."
"Well  let's have some beer to get ourselves ready while I show you around
the  place."
We  went first to the kitchen then to the bedroom, my office and the front
room.  Then back through the bedroom  to the bathroom.  As I suspected he
might, he commented on the bathtub, it's longer than the normal tub so one
can  fully lay down in it.  I mentioned  that the kitchen and the bathroom
were where most, but not all, of my pissing  episodes take place.  Back to the
 kitchen for our second beers.
"That's the last beer for me  for a while, just water for now." said Jorge.
 "What with the water I drank before  coming over and the two beers, my
bladder is becoming nicely  full."
"Hold  it for a while, if you can." I said, filling a glass for him and one
for  me.  "I like it when my bladder  feels like it's about to burst."
"I  like holding it too but I don't think I can hold it much longer." he
said,  standing up, spreading his legs and putting his hands in his front
jeans  pockets.  And he was right, a spot  of piss appeared right at the top of
his fly and spread down both his legs about  half way to his knees and
upwardly a bit on his shirt.  "OH! That feels  GOOD!"
"It  looks good."  And I had started  pissing too, mostly on my crotch with
some of the piss streaming down my right  leg.
"I've  got a lot more but think I can hold off for a bit.  That's the first
time I've been able to  piss with a hardon.  I want to see  you piss some
more but before you run out I want some of that piss on  me."
"You've got it sexy  man.  If you save some of yours, I  want to drink it.
That way I'll  have more to give back to you."
It  least for me, once I start pissing I have to keep going.  I can stop
for a short while then I have  of go again.  The same turned out to  be true
of Jorge.  We were both  fairly soaked from head to foot before long.  During
one of his short breaks Jorge  opened his fly, pulled down his jock strap
and hauled out one of the nicest  cocks I'd ever seen, eight inches, fat and
almost fully hard.  "If you want it, I've still got some  more piss.  Your
going to have to  suck it for a while though, I've got some cum to give you
before I can piss  again."
I  didn't say anything, just dropped to my knees and took that cock in my
mouth.  The aroma of piss-soaked  denim and the tastes of piss, cock, and
precum charged me up and I went after  that cock with a vengeance.  I was
rewarded first with a very large dose of sweet cum then, as Jorge's cock
softened a little, with a big long lasting stream of hot piss.  It made me cum in
my own  jeans.
We  finished up our afternoon in the bathroom.  Jorge was laying in the
tub, his magnificent and still half hard cock  jutting out from his jeans,
squirting long stream of piss on himself while I  stood over him pissing.  When
we  both finished pissing, we both jacked off, the third cum for each of
us.
After  taking off our piss-wet clothes, showering together and putting on
clean  clothes, we went out for dinner.  The next morning we had a late
breakfast and Jorge got ready to go  home.  Before he left he said it had  been a
very good time and hoped we'd get together again soon.  I agreed and said
I'd like him to fuck  me sometime.
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