Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2020 21:01:34 -0700 (PDT) From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net Subject: My Summer Surgery and Marcus This is chapter three of a multi-parter, more chapters to come. The story is about half true, and half made up. It was the summer of 1987, so things like the order of events may not have been exactly as I remember. But that's life! If you like what you've read, please mail me at jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net. Also, you can read my other stories posted on Nifty in the Gay sections Adult-Youth and Young Friends: Billie's Tightie Whities, 14 y/o freeballer, Sixth grade Josh, and What Happened When Miguel Wet His Pants. To contribute to the continuing operations of the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive website using a credit card or other methods of donation, we encourage our supporters to make a donation to the Nifty Archive Alliance. -Jon Adult (Twink)/Youth: m/b, nudity, some w/s, oral, anal "Doesn't matter, we have to take a shower anyway. Just go!" The looks on his face told me that he was struggling with doing this, but he either decided to do it or he couldn't hold it in any longer. I watched as a few spurts shot out of his now-semi hard dick, and then became a strong stream spraying up into the air, both of us getting some of it and the rest pooling under his ass. He let out a giggle. When his stream finally died down, he just sat there, wiggling his ass in it. "I've never done that before, but it was kind of cool!" We both laughed, then got up. He shook his body like a dog, to get the pee off of him, and we went inside and showered together. Then we made some plans for this weekend (when my Dad would be gone) for Marcus to finally get to "sleep over", and then he went home. I didn't see Marcus for the rest of the week. When I took the dog for a walk on Thursday, I went on Marcus' side of the street; usually I walked on the other side of his street, because I didn't really want to risk running into his mother. But I wanted to see if I could see him, or hear something. What I heard was kind of sad, but not unexpected knowing what Marcus had told me about his family. The house was unusually quiet outside; their garage was closed, and no kids running around in the yard. But a window was open, and I could hear his mother yelling and screaming, including his name. `Ok,' I thought, `he just got into some kind of trouble at home and that's why he hasn't come by.' Sure enough, Friday morning he was knocking at my door. I opened it, and he came in with a backpack. I looked at him questioningly. "My Mom, she always makes me bring extra clothes with me, when I sleep over at a friend's house." He dropped it on the floor, stripped off his clothes and dropped THEM on the backpack, then went over and dropped himself on the couch. I went and sat next to him (I was also naked, of course). Marcus explained that, on Monday, he got in trouble "for leaving the house early in the morning" (she didn't know HOW early) and was grounded for the week, but his Mom okayed him spending the weekend at the house of "one of his little friends" (he and I laughed at that). I was relieved, and excited; we had three whole days together! Marcus soon had one hand on my dick, and his other hand on his own, and was manipulating them both to hardness. I watched him, looked him in the eye, and chuckled. "Well I WAS going to ask what you wanted to do, but looks like you already answered!" He grinned at me. "Marcus let's go to my bed, I don't want us making messes on the couch, I'd have a tough time explaining THAT to my DAD!" He giggled, then we both got up and walked down the hall to my bedroom (our hard dicks leading the way). Once there we both got on the bed, resumed our previous positions, and continued. Marcus gave both our hardons a few long strokes, then leaned over and started licking mine all over. I ran my hands through his thick hair, then slid one down onto his back, rubbing the top and then rubbing circles that went lower and lower. As he centered his licking on my cockhead, I rubbed larger circles lower on his back, until I was rubbing his asscheeks. When I started rubbing a fingertip on his hole, he repositioned himself so I had easy access to him, while he was still licking and sucking my hardon. I brought my finger to my mouth and got it good and spit-slickened, then returned it to his hole and slid it right in all the way. Marcus moaned around his mouthful of my cockhead, and rotated his hips around (obviously enjoying what I was doing). I slid my finger in and out for a while, including pulling it all the way out and then jamming it back in, all while he moaned and groaned and squealed and made oral love to my cock. Then I rotated my finger around and found Marcus' little prostate bump. That's all it took. He let out a string of moans and groans and squeals, was thrusting against my bed, and then his whole body shook and he was spurting his cum across my sheets. The sights and sounds of him getting off put me over the edge, and I was filling his mouth with my cum. After we calmed down, we rolled around in his cum, making out. He was becoming a great kisser too! Then we just curled up together, and both fell asleep. When I woke up, it was an hour later and Marcus was still asleep. I laid there a minute, but then his perfect ass caught my attention. Just rubbing my hands all over it woke him up; he rolled over on top of me, and started slowly grinding his semi against mine (we both quickly hardened again). After a few moments, though, he stopped and tried to get up. But I wouldn't let him; I wrapped my arms around him and rolled us over so he was underneath me, and took over the slow grinding. "Lemme UP, I gotta PISS!" I laughed, and just continued. I'm SERIOUS, Jon, I gotta GO! Lemme UP!" I still had my arms wrapped around him, and just rolled around so he was on top of me, but I was still holding him. "Jon, STOP! Let GO, or I'm gonna piss all over you!" I just laughed. "Nope! You gotta GET away, or you'll just hafta piss." I kept one arm wrapped tightly around him; with the other, I reached down and started tickling his ribs. Instantly I felt one quick jet of piss spurt out of him. "NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! I T-TOLD you I g-g-gotta piss, you better S-STO-OP!" His shaky voice, and quivering body told me he was about to completely lose control. I decided to tease him just a little bit more. "Aw come ON, Marcus, you're a big boy, you can hold it in!" I kept tickling him; moments later a longer & stronger jet of warm piss spurted out of him all the way to my neck, lasting several seconds before he managed to cut it off. He let out a pained moan, exactly like a boy struggling to hold in his piss. Still holding him to me with one arm, and tickling him mercilessly, I rolled us so we were on our sides. A few seconds later I felt another jet of his pee hit me; this one lasted longer, and I felt it puddling under us. "J-Jon, DON'T, PLEASE lemme go!" He managed to cut off that pee stream, and then I felt another weaker one which he managed to stop after a couple of seconds. "J-J-J-O-O-O-N-N-N-N!!!!!!!" I let him loose from my arm; he jumped up and ran down the hall to the bathroom, bent over at the waist and one hand clutching his dick. I got up, used my sheet to mop up the dripping piss from myself, and then went into the bathroom. He was leaning over the toilet, sighing as he finished emptying his bladder there. When I walked in he turned his head to me, his look a mixture of shame and madness, one tear rolling down his cheek. "Why'd you DO that? I TOLD you I had to piss!" I walked over to him, and rubbed his back. "It's ok, Marcus, no big deal. I don't care." "But you made me PEE on your bed!" He finished and shook off the last drops. I took his hand in mine and led him back to my bedroom. "SEE?" He pointed to the dark, wet areas on my sheets. "I probably RUINED your mattress!" "Marcus, peel all the sheets down," I commanded. He did, exposing the mattress cover, which also had dark wet areas. He looked at me miserably. "Now, peel the mattress cover down, so you can see and feel the underside." He peeled it back, looked at the back, felt it, then looked at me questioningly. "It's all dry! But the top is wet!" "What does the bottom feel like, Marcus?" He felt it all over. "Um... rubber?" I nodded. "You're not the first one to pee on my bed, Marcus. Sometimes guys I'm with and I get carried away. But let's take all the bedding off and wash it, so they don't stain." He and I carefully rolled it all up, took it out to the garage, and loaded the washing machine. I purposefully didn't start it, because I had other plans in mind. Of course, he didn't notice. Then we went back in, and took a shower. As last time, we washed each other. After lunch, we watched a movie. We were still naked of course, so there was some touching and rubbing, but nothing serious. After it ended, I turned to Marcus. "I propose a bet. Winner gets to choose everything we do for the rest of the weekend, and the loser HAS to go along. No questions asked, no wimping out." He looked at me, a big grin on his face. "Really, ANYTHING?" "Well, within the same rules we always have. Nothing that we could get in real trouble for. So nothing like walking naked down the middle of my street in the middle of the day, or anything like that." Marcus laughed, and nodded his head in agreement. "Ok. So what's the bet? What do we have to do to win or lose?" This time I gave him a big grin. "Kind of a drinking contest, with water. We both get a big cup, and we have to take a big drink every 5 minutes. But the thing is, you can't go to the bathroom. Go pee all you want before we start, empty your bladder real good. But once we start, that's it. The bathroom is off limits." Marcus looked at me apprehensively. "Wait, that's not fair! You're older and bigger than me, you've got a bigger bladder and everything!" I chuckled, and patted his leg. "Yeah, maybe you're right. Tell you what, let's do this, every 5 minutes you take one drink, but I have to take TWO. How's that?" He nodded and smiled, looking excited. "But before we start, we'll also have to get dressed, because sometimes this afternoon we're gonna leave this house. Walk the dog, go to the store and buy junk food for the rest of the weekend (at this he gave a big whoop!), stuff like that. Ok?" "Yeah! When do we start?" I looked at my watch. "In a half hour, at 1:00." So use the bathroom as much as you want to between now and then." He got up, and went down the hall to the bathroom. "Good idea, think I'll join you!" So we stood side by side in front of the toilet, straining to pee. But nothing came out from either of us besides a few little dribbles and drops. "That's ok, we got 30 minutes." We were still on the couch watching TV (some inane cartoon that he liked) when I looked at the clock and saw it was 12:55. I poked him in the ribs, and he let out a little giggle and squirmed away from me. "Hey no fair tickling, we haven't even started!" I pointed at the clock. "5 more minutes. One more try to empty our bladders before 1:00?" He nodded, and we got up and went back to stand side by side at the toilet. This time, we both released big streams. "AAAHHH, that feels SO good!" "Yeah, and now we'll start with empty bladders!" We both shook off the last drops, then went into my bedroom and got dressed. "Ok come in the kitchen, and we'll choose our cups." I showed him the cupboard shelf filled with them, and we chose similar Big Gulp-sized ones. Then we filled them with water, and took our first drinks. The first hour or so we just hung out in my room, playing cards and drinking every 5 minutes. "It's been an hour, Marcus, how're you doing? Feeling like you gotta pee yet? Your undies still dry?" Marcus giggled, especially at that last one. He got up on his knees, opened and pushed down his shorts, and pulled the front of his briefs out and down. "Yup, still dry!" I shrieked and covered my eyes with my arm. "Hey, I don't wanna see your tiny wiener!" Marcus punched me in the shoulder. "It's not TINY, and you know it!" He jumped on me, and started wrestling. I quickly pinned him, and slid my hand down into his briefs and grasped him. "Yeah, I guess it's not that tiny." I played with his hardening boydick a bit, then started tickling around the seam of his package with my fingertips. Marcus suddenly bucked me off of him, and jumped off the bed onto his feet. "HEY, no fair tickling during the bet!" I laughed, sat up, and crossed my heart with one hand. "Ok, I won't tickle you until the bet is over." Marcus did his shorts back up, and we both drank more water. I gave a large water belch. "Wow Marcus, I don't know about you, but my belly is full. But at last we both have control of our bladders, and haven't had to pee or wet ourselves. Yet!" "Yeah, mine too!" Marcus patted his full belly. "What should we do now, while we continue the bet?" I sat there, pretending to think. "Let's take the dog for a walk, and then play some cards in the garage." "Why in the garage?" I shrugged. "Why not? It's something different." So we got up, and went to the kitchen to refill our cups. Then we went out the front door, where the dog was waiting for us; she jumped up & put her paws on Marcus' shoulders, and began licking his face. I grabbed the leash and put it on her, and we headed out for a walk around the block. As we walked, I saw Marcus reach down and adjust himself several times. `He's starting to feel it,' I said to myself. And he was starting to complain almost every time I said another 5 minutes was up. So I decided to push myself, taking 3-4 drinks every time he took one. By the time we got back to my house, I was feeling the pangs of a full bladder, and was also "adjusting myself" more and more often. Marcus noticed. "Something wrong?" he said to me. I gave him a weak smile. "Nothing I can't handle." But even I could hear the strain in my voice. We went into the yard through the gate, I let the dog loose, and we went inside. Marcus went to the door to the garage, but I detoured into the kitchen. "You need to refill your cup ALREADY?" "Yeah," I groaned, and reached down and grabbed myself as I felt a strong shudder run out of my bladder and down through my dick. Marcus saw, and chuckled. "You're never gonna make it!" But I saw him discretely reach down and hold himself briefly. I went into the garage, elbowing him as I went by. "Yeah we'll SEE who doesn't make it!" We grabbed some lawn chairs to sit in and a big box to use as a table. "It's hot in here, I'm gonna open the garage door." I pressed the button to open it, kicked off my shoes, and grabbed a deck of cards from the shelf; Marcus mimicked me and kicked off his shoes as well. As we played the card games that he knew (Go Fish, Crazy Eights, Slap Jack), both of us were holding ourselves for longer periods of time, and now both of us were complaining when another 5 minutes had gone by. One strong shudder hit me, and I let out a loud groan; if I hadn't already been holding myself, I would have lost control. "Man, I almost wet myself on that one!" I gave a weak laugh. Both of us were now holding ourselves continuously, the card game forgotten for now. Marcus was bent over, breathing quickly and shallowly. Then he was looking back and forth to the inside door. "Jon, I feel like if I stand up I'm gonna lose it!" He was rocking back and forth some and letting out little whines. He was looking around frantically, as if he hoped a bathroom would magically appear in the garage. "Me too, Marcus, me too!" Suddenly my whole groin started pulsing, the sign that I was about to lose control of my bladder. "OOOHHH shit, I'm about to lose it anyway!" The shuddering became nonstop, and I felt piss start to leak out through my hand."UUUHHH, that's it!" I let go, stood up, and piss flooded my underwear and jeans. Marcus gasped and stared at me as the front of my jeans darkened and spread across my crotch and down both legs. We could hear the HISS as the forceful jet continued pouring out of my dick. "Looks like you win, Marcus!" But he didn't look happy. "What am I going to do? I can't hold it much longer, and I'll never make it to the bathroom!" I gave a relieved laugh as my bladder reached empty, a large puddle around my feet. "Just do like I did, Marcus. Stand up and let go. No one else will ever know!" He was still looking around frantically. "You SURE no one would see?" I nodded. "At least close the garage door!" I shook my head. "Nuh-uh, I pissed my pants with the door open, you can too." He was now alternately whining and groaning, his whole body shaking. I could tell that, if he let go and stood up, he'd lose control as I had. I also knew that he couldn't just wet his pants, society had taught him too well that doing so wasn't ok. "Come on, Marcus, just do it. It actually kind of feels good!" If he had looked, he would have been able to see that I was hard, my wet jeans clinging to me and outlining it. "OOOHHH shit, I c-can't!" I got up and went over to help him along. I grabbed him by the arms an lifted him up; he was clutching his crotch with both hands. "QUIT it Jon, you'll MAKE me wet myself!" "That's going to happen anyway, Marcus. You said yourself that you'd never make it to the bathroom." "Well get me a CUP or something! UUUUNNNNGGGGHHH!" he cried. I let go, reached for his sides, and started to tickle him. He didn't even last five seconds, and I saw his piss practically pouring out around his hands. He gave up and did like I had, let go and stood up and just let it happen. I watched the front of HIS jeans quickly darken and spread out and down. Soon he was standing in a puddle. We stood facing each other, in matching pissed pants. Then we started laughing. "I haven't pissed my pants since I was nine!" he said. "But you were right, it DID feel kind of good!" I looked closely at his crotch, and could see that he, too was hard. "Now what do we do?" I put one arm around his shoulders, and led him over to the washing machine. "We both take off our wet clothes and put them in the washer, and then we play cards some more while they wash." "In here, naked, with the door open?" "Of course!" So we did. It had already been an adventurous weekend. And it was only 4:00 Friday afternoon!